Well. It’s the first day of having the place to myself and nothing has happened – just my luck! I read about a CD in Edinburgh having had a gangbang with five men and how she now feels ‘tired’… quite frankly, I’d be bloody well exhausted! I’m not jealous, well, not really jealous, she might just be in my opinion, a lucky bitch…
Taking advantage of the sun, I went to Prestwick beach (with the dog, in case there is any misunderstanding) and it reminded me of the last time I went to meet someone in a cark park at the edge of the River Clyde. I had to walk along the shore into some bushes and, after a delicious shagging, he ran off leaving me there like a damsel in distress. On the back along the shore, I took a short cut and was faced with either mushy paper or seaweed to walk on… yes, splash, right into the Clyde! Passing others in the car park to get to the car, left them in no doubt what I’d been up to or what I was wearing under the T shirt. Needless to say, I haven’t been back!
