Work has been very boring recently. Everyone has thrown themselves into their work. I normally finish everything that I'm supposed to do in the morning when my mind is focused. When I'm on a roll I can multi-task and complete a number of reports at the same time as well as email and call people.
Without office gossip to keep the rest of my day occupied I've been spending my time planning dinner and sex games.
I once read a quote in Readers Digest "One can only find himself if he is bored" Anon
According to this quote I am a nympho/ chef.
Yesterday I printed out around 30 different recipes before ordering a few sexy outfits; a nurse, a French maid, and a cute white lace corset. I planned recipes to co-ordinate with the different outfits. E.g. The French maid with butter and peach soufflé. I think I'm losing my mind!
When I got home Solicitor was already there and he'd started cooking. He's a good cook, he can compliment flavours with natural ease. He was making mint lamb with red wine sauce and potatoes.
As soon as I entered the kitchen I was itching to do something. I kept getting in his way as I tried to stir the sauce. He got frustrated and ordered me to go sit down. I couldn't keep still. I set the table and paced around for a while. I finally sat down and started flicking through television channels when Solicitor came into the room.
"Dinner will be about forty minutes... What do you want to do?"
I jumped on him.
Forty-five minutes later we sat at the table for dinner. Solicitor wearing a pair of boxers and I was wearing his shirt. The food was fantastic. I asked him what he's put in the sauce but he wouldn't tell me. He laughed as I listed every possible ingredient that we had in the cupboard before I finally got the combination he used.
"What’s wrong with me? I can't stop thinking about food and sex. Am I losing it?"
"Na you’re just thinking like a man.... with a feminine touch!"