Late nights and porn star sex

Well, it’s not long after 7am here at Chez WDKY, and all is quiet as I sip a strong, hot coffee and smoke my first cigarette of the day. I’ve just thrown the office window wide upon and the air that’s coming in is cold and damp... you’d think it was February, or maybe early March. Certainly not the end of May, and the early throes of summer. There are a lot of good things about this country, but trust me... the weather isn’t one of them.

I’m taking advantage of this early lull before the storm (in more ways than one) to post and visit my Blogroll because no doubt all will be very different soon. O had a friend sleep over last night, and although I let them all stay up nice and late in order to ensure just a little solitude this morning I’m expecting to hear the sounds of young hungry children pretty soon. And they know that it’s hot pancakes with chocolate and maple syrup for breakfast, so I doubt that they’ll opt for much of a lie-in.

I seem to have worked myself to exhaustion this week, with Monday’s deadline on my largest project fast approaching and the usual inconsistency from everyone I’m relying on for data holding me up until the last moment. But I’ve enjoyed the buzz, and now – with my best month behind me and a little work already booked for June – I need to start bringing some work in for July and onwards. This life of the self-employed takes some getting used to... thinking about where the income is going to come from months down the line is unremitting, and it’s clearly the key to surviving or not. And I still have a long way to go before I know that my first year so been a success, the first casualty being our usual summer holiday with our friends in Tenerife.

Despite my aching mind and body, PTFE will be here tonight, full of energy and a stubborn belief that porn-star sex is the cure for... well, everything. As we were talking on the phone last night, and I was attempting to tell her what a week of 18 hour days can do to the soul, she was insistent on telling me what her unmatched oral technique was going to do for my spirit – and, of course, my cock. And (I have to be honest with you) despite my weariness I almost think she might be right. There are certainly worse things than having her soft, hot lips wrapped around you, that’s for sure. I wonder what she intends leaving here this time, though... and whether I can get through the weekend without having any kind of Talk. We shall see.

And, of course, you’ll find out soon enough. In the meantime, enjoy what over here at least is a long weekend. Not for me, of course – guess what I’m doing on Bank Holiday Monday? Yes, I’m working! But I really shouldn’t complain... and thinking about tonight seems to have... perked me up a bit. In fact, I’m suddenly completely perked, if you know what I mean!