London bitches

Morning my little fluffy kittens of ‘ooh laa.’ I’ve just checked out of a Liverpool hotel, had breaky with my ‘handsome,’ we’ve then jumped into a lovely bit of cabbie and settled on a train journey to London, for a shoot for More Magazine, that we’re doing today.
I’m feeling much better..told you I would, so I’m no longer a misery guts and back to celebrating life with a wiggle. Never underestimate the power of a hormone pill and a wine.
I’m currently on a virgin train, headed to London, on my iPad, sat next to Keiran in ‘accidentally purchased’ first class table seats. He’s all excited because he gets free things. In the space of 20 minutes he’s managed to accidentally call me a fatty and dismiss a kiss for a bacon sandwich, with a child like innocence. We’re really happy right now and well probably because we’ve finally managed to fit in a bit of sex. I’m a doll, who needs RUMPY from her bit of man and well last night was great. It made me feel loved…especially because he got really into it and littered his pumps with ‘I will love you forever, you will have all my babies and now I’m going to cum in you.’ Fit!
Anyway, I’ve got to go, coz blogging on a train is insane. I’m spilling juice on typos and everything.
On and girls NEVER let your man read a Men’s Health on a train. Keirzns bleeding dry with a ‘ can I have a mountain bike, a wrist heart timer, a fucking golf club!’ FFA no. I’m not generous before I’ve had my uppers.

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