Crispy duck for one

I'm in recovery. Well, I feel a little drained (exhausted actually) although I must admit the weekend was pretty good. And slightly different this time...

GG came over on Saturday evening, and was armed with yet another really nice bottle of red which was soon all but polished off as we chatted about this and that. I must tell you that the girl can't hold her drink at all, and after less than a glass was beginning to look and sound slightly pissed (its hysterical). She'd been insisting that we do "the usual" when we'd spoken on the phone - despite the email that I posted a few days back - but I put my foot down and booked a table in a really nice Chinese restaurant in what's not much more than a village around the corner. We got there around 9.30 and had a fantastic meal, even though GG had insisted on only ordering crispy duck as she wasn't hungry. She then proceeded to eat most of mine, but I saw it coming and ordered plenty for both of us as a contingency. I'm no fool.

We were home soon after we finished eating, and with some music, a few candles and the inevitable spliff we were pretty quickly picking up where we left off last week. And the sex is getting... well, its getting better each time. Much better, to be honest. There was the usual intensity about it, but also much more real intimacy, and it was noticeable enough that we kind of mentioned it later. But sex for GG is still something that takes some getting used to. She seems to have a need to cum almost continuously, and has a sexual appetite that I've never seen in anyone else before. And trust me... I'm no virgin.

By the time we actually went upstairs, it was around 2.30 in the morning, and we were both tired from not sleeping enough last week. I put some music on quietly, and we talked for an hour or so, and eventually just drifted off. But enough was said to indicate that neither of us see this thing we have as something to be taken lightly. I'm beginning to think we both need to tread carefully, because it's more than sex. If I wasn't sure about that before, I think its fair to say that I am now.

Sunday morning was bright and sunny, and I went for a hard run to shake off the tiredness and slight hangover from the night before. Before I went, though, I decided that I had to reveal a little more of my past to GG. Because it's probably fair to say that my past is a little... complex. She just looked at me, smiled, and stroked my face. And then, when I got back from my run, she cut my hair, ran me a bath and then, as I lay back in a world of my own, took my cock in her mouth and gave me a little something to last me until next weekend.