Culture

When there isn't one person to whom you can dedicate your time and money, reach out and dedicate it to many.

The thing about being single is that you can dip your hand in so many pools of water, some cold, some boiling, some luke warm. You can go wherever you like, with whomever you like, and do whatever you like and there isn't that constant nagging wrapping itself around your head singing 'where have you been? I missed you'

And so, three weeks into the London Experience, I have found myself a cinema club and a book club. I have wedded myself to culture. And culture certainly won't mind if i'm too drunk to rise to the occassion. And tonight, after returning from our first outing, I have come to realise the importance of being amongst people who are just as creative, just as open. It's a breath of fresh air. To understand and be understood. And the mix, the mix of people is fantastic. People who you might dismiss under ordinary circumstances talking about the very things that turn you on. It's an orgy of minds. Sort of.

And we went to see a film called 'The Queen'. It was funny, clever and very insightful. Because deep inside, we all want to know what Her Majesty wears to bed. The nickname given to her by Prince Phillip. What she really thought of Diana. And even though it is a work of fiction, you come out feeling like you've just met her, just had tea with her. And there's still so much more you want to know. Why couldn't you have asked when you had the chance?

So, dear readers, let that be on your list of films to devour. 'The Queen'. Helen Mirren..Marvellous!

And what else have I been up to?

Well, the weekend was spent with the parents, eating and gossiping. And little else. Spoke with M. We discussed what we might do the first time we meet.

'How would you like me to make you come the first time?'
'Tie me up and suck me off'. It came out without so much as a thought. To have someone gobble you up and use the softest wettest part of their anatomy to bring you pleasure, is surely the most desireable thing.

And once i'd said it, I couldn't help but wonder whether something a little more adventurous should be considered. Afterall, M and I have waited years for this moment. And i'll be damned if it amounts to anything less than spectacular. But then, that's always been me. Wanting to do things bigger, better, more successfully than everybody else. Bigger doesn't always mean better afterall. Actually, I take it all back. Size is most important, I don't know what came over me.

When you have something to offer, isn't it vital that the thing has a presence? That it can be felt and seen. I think so. What's the use of a cock that can't seem to hit the right spot (or any spot)? Where there is size, there is potential, there is flavour. And flavour is so important. Of paramount importance!

And imagination. Small imaginations will take you nowhere. You need an elasticated mind. Like M and I. Last week, we fucked in a lift in Harrods. On a Sunday night, stuck between floors as the store was closed for the weekend. The white fountains over the gold..ah...bliss. And don't let's get too hung up over the minute details. Harrods probably doesn't close at six, and would never leave shoppers stuck in a lift mid floor. But the orgasm sure made me wish they would. And let's not forget M's virtual flat. We headed straight for the bedroom at the end of the corridor. I think the next time we speak, we can go to the kicthen. I might even read Delia's recipe for smoked salmon and asparagus quiche as M undresses.

Right, feel a little tired now. In need of some sleep. A long day tomorrow. Must catch up on the work I'm missing. Those with top organisational skills and self discipline make the best fucks after all.