The mid week blues have finally caught up with me. I spent the better part of yesterday throwing out Old Prick's old stuff and personalising my office. November and December are the quietest times of year at work and most people spend their time clearing out old computer documents, reorganising offices etc. The days go by slower and weeks feel like months.
Solicitor is on his way France to visit his sister in Paris. I miss him already. Every second thought in my mind is about him. What is wrong with me?
Last night he tied me to his bed with my stockings. He asked me about my past experiences with lovers while he kissed and teased me with his hands and tongue. Confessing in the dark while tied up was strangely quite a turn on. He whispered softly in my ear when he asked questions. His sexy voice and warm breath sent shivers through me. He asked me about orgasms that I'd experienced and I found myself being completely honest. I told him that although my exes were good in bed nobody had ever made me come the way he had.
Being teased and horny is an amazing lie detector test. Its too difficult to construct sentences let alone bend the truth. He was happy with what I said and drove me wild and insane with pleasure. Solicitor is an amazing animal in bed. Even thinking about last night makes me hot and wet.
He won't be back for a few days. I suppose I should use the next few days constructively; groom my eyebrows, paint my nails etc. Today is dragging on. I feel tired and depressed...
Bimbo however is in an extremely happy mood. She bounced into my office this morning dressed in black and red. She always gets excited during the build up to Christmas. Decorating the Admin office is number one on her agenda for today. This year she's even bought everyone personalised red Santa hats. She insists that we all wear them from 1st December. Its impossible to smile when she's hyperactive and desperate to make me feel happy.