And as life gets hectic…

Afternoony, My Kittens of sasserilla! My life has got a bit bustley…in good ways and bad ways, and well if you add wine to that, high heels, a career and a boy…then you have m’ m’  magic,’…which i am choosing to label as ‘stress.‘  Woohoo!!  To be honest, i’m not really stressed, im actually really lucky. Yet having to juggly, McJuggle everything all at once…a work life, a home life, a love life and my own being of drunken insanity…means i’m a busy girl…a lot busier than anyone would imagine. AND i even have people who do things for Me. I never knew being a ‘Lady of Leisure’ could be so time consuming. The work is strutting in…which means the moola moola is to! Oh and just so you know, i hate juggling. I think being able to throw 3 or more things in the air and catch them in different hands is pointless…at least beable to do it wasted, in underwear, on fire and with midgets. I said entertain me, not catalyse my room spin.

For some reason, i’m weird and I’m never one to let anyone in my real life, know how busy I am, because i’m oddly quite good at keeping myself to myself, marching deliciously forward with my head down, doing it with a *wiggle and a giggle* and catergorizing people, things and situations in differnt boxes of ‘ooh laa.‘ I don’t mix anything, work, play, boys or family (unless, two boys are in the same family.) I only really mix drinks…and i do that rather well. I’m like an unbeatable force of drunken ‘oooh laaa.‘ Infact, (and here’s a dollop of egomania for you).. I actually believe that even work wise right now, i’m a secret unbeatable force. There really is no way anyone can stop me, at this stage. The Wunnaship has taken off. Some have rockets. I have an, on fire, giant disco ball.. with a cocktail bar inside it, midgets, misfits and hotties. It’s carried by my gays…until ofcourse they get tired. Then we let strippers do it. But only the shirtless male ones, that we really dont allow to speak. *Gets whip.* Go faster!!!!! I’m really confident right now. Brimming with ‘watch out kittens, coz here i come.’ If you can’t beat Wunnaland, Join it. Plus, why would you want to beat it, if you don’t have the correct footwear? I am joking…(not joking at all)…there really is room for EVERYONE. Make yourself a world…and we can all play them together…with gin and ridiculously ginormous confetti showers!! I LOVE MY LIFE!!!

Okay, away from all that, because i can’t really speak about work. I had the best comedy sex with ‘Loverboy’ two nights ago. We had gone out for red red wine…we did two bottles, had a baby bicker (he got a little upset because he felt a friend was trying to ‘steam in on me’ and take me away from him. If this story ends with Me in a cage…) I bizarrely liked it. It made me realize that he not only loved me, but WANTED me and was prepared to protect what was his. But anyway, we were fine afterward, and ended up having really good nookie…don’t we always.

Now, during a bit of ‘hanky panky’ i’m quite good at the old ‘dirty talk.’ Yes, it is a talent of mine and yes i really do believe i should be given trophies for it. Oh and it’s always quite one sided, because Loverboy, is shyer than I am. Not with actions. ( I mean at the end of the day, he’s a guy.) But with words. I feel that most boys i ‘dandy’ with are quite mentally stimulated. Therefore, there’s really no other way to get them going, then giving them a show, a story, a purpose!! *Wink, pout, hair toss.* I really do know…I promise. I’m a girl that has been created BY MEN!

Anyway, i’m doing my thing and getting all odd and kinky. Hmm…it is quite embarrassing now i’m talking about it? Haha. But yeah, towards the end, i start talking about ‘G’s’….as in ‘sized boobies.’ (The word ‘bitch‘ was in there too. Lol…sorry mum!) I’ll let you guys come up with your own phrase of *kink.* (I know, how interactive of me.) Annnnnyway, Loverboy (Pete)…it’s nice to keep him human, thinks i’ve said ‘cheese,’ as opposed to ‘G’s’ and the funny thing about it was (remember we are having sex at this point) that everytime i said it,(G’ s)…he’d get crazy horny and *pump* harder. HAHAHA. Now, i’m there thinking he thought i was rambling on about new G-sized boobies and i’m noticing that he’s getting more and more excited, and so i’m saying it repeatedly…like my life depended on it. (HAHAHA.)

He get’s HORNED up…hearing what he thought was the word ‘cheese,’ not ‘G’s and begins to pump insanely, like he’s some kind of  Gladiator (which i like) and man juices, like never before!!!! HAHA. Afterward…y’know the cuddley muddley stage of post-sex contentment, we begin to retrack and talk about what went on. (Note: There’s me thinking i’m obviously the best lay ever.) Therefore i’m HORRIFIED by the fact that the WHOLE ENTIRE time, he thought i was telling him that i wanted him to place slabs of CHEESE on me, mid ‘rumpy’ and be his BITCH. He just looked at me puzzled and laughed saying, ‘I thought you were being a bit weird…haha…so i just kinda went with it. Plus i was hungry.’ HAHAHA!

Bottom line, it must have worked…because the next day he invited me around for dinner with his family. He cooked it all himself, like a whole three course meal. We had wine, i bantered with his Mum, Day and Nan, over soup, hotpot and chocolate tarte. I’m having a really great time with him…and although i get nervous thinking that the honeymoon period must be about to come  to a giant emergency stoppage, it seems that it just keeps on going.It’s like Me. You can batter me down and chuck me off a block of flats and i’ll just get back up, tell you off for messing my hair up, probably light a cigarette and in the greatest heels seductively venture on off, to my next party! I’m gonna give the credit to booze and car sex. 🙂

I love you. Have a Wunna-FULL day. Woohoo! (I can’t actually believe it’s FRIDAY night AGAIN, so quickly!)