Not quite a year in Provence...

...more like a month in London.

Well, time whizzes by. I am yet to find a suitable place to share that is t-friendly, but not to worry, I'm staying with a lovely retired lady in Barnes and at least finding the time to explore options.

Meanwhile though, last night I met up with my own Mr Big (if you watch Sex in the City you'll know what I mean). Now I've known Mr Big for a long time and I count him as a very, very dear friend as well as a lover, but last night was all about lurrrrve :-)

I'm definitely not doing my reputation any good if I say within 15 minutes of arriving I was utterly naked and riding him. Lust is too gentle a phrase to use, it had been a long time and I was *very* keen. The only tiny problem was after he came inside me he got back spasms. Not good by any stretch of the imagination and really not good for somebody as turned on as I. Fortunately though, after sitting, chatting and stroking I found myself the willing recipient of penetration the second, this time me kneeling on the sofa with him behind. This was lovely, it gives me control and can easily move my hips to make sure I get the best feeling.

After a gentle, close, post-coital chat, we retired to bed. I have to admit I was expecting sleep, but somehow, gratefully, I found myself on my knees at the foot of the bed feeling his length as he took me once more. This was starting to get really good. By now I am definitely suffering from warm glow and shaky legs!

Finally... We slept. At least until about 5am. I'd been laying awake reliving the moments when he woke too, the inevitable had to happen and eventually I was asked to face the other way as he entered me from behind in the classic spoon. Slowly though, over the next 15 minutes or so, I moved around so my legs could pull me in closer as they were now hooked around him. It was stunning. I had the most mind boggling orgasm and after we cuddled and kissed we both fell in to a very deep sleep.

The moment of panic came at what I thought was 7:40am. Eeek. It turned out it was actually 6:40, so a cup of tea and a chat was the perfect way to prepare for the day. I had my shower, we drank tea. And then it all fell apart as the passion arose. He quite sensibly wouldn't take me on his desk as the view from the big windows would have been interesting... Instead it was back in to the bedroom, initially doggy style, but quickly ended with us both laying down and my legs folded back to hold him and urge him on...

It was well worth the wait :-)

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