Honesty at the worst time

27/4/2008

The boy and I were in bed yesterday. He played his usual game of will she won’t she tonight. I gave in. I will make this point now, its not that i don’t enjoy hopping on the good foot and doing the bad thing it’s just like most women i was knackered and couldn’t be arsed. I love the boy more than Jade Goody loves fame. So he kicks things off…i know whats coming. I’m a bit bored of doing the same thing. i don’t want to suggest that it’s not good. He’s Russel Brand in bed with a hint man god about him. I was just bored. He wasn’t getting this from my sighs of boredom. So speaking honestly while your loving partner is, how do i say this without being crude? inserted within me, is not a good time.

Me chirping up with, “i’m sorry this just isn’t doing it for me” is not the best way to go about it. We did manage to have a really long chat, and it definately opened my eyes to realms of sexual possibilities with the boy that i never thought possible and now i feel a whole lot closer to him. We did manage to make the beast with 2 backs uninterupted. Quite frankly the best i’ve ever had!

So i’m getting this truthful thing. Timing is a key issue. Finally something good has come of this!