Pc X

Oh, there really isn’t much sordid going on in my humble existence. This is due, in equal measures, to my being at ‘home’ over Easter and away from Pc X who was, over the weekend, in Paris.

Why Paris? Well, it was a Da Vinci Code trip. That’s correct, I am in anticipation for Pc X returning with the Holy Grail. And of course, there is hope that my personal ties to Jesus Christ are unveiled. I have, as yet, to badger Pc X into giving me the minutiae of his trip. Though, I’m sure Paris was thrilling, because, well it’s Paris.

I have been so horny over the past few days. Waking up with an erection. Always ridding myself of an erection before I fall asleep. The anticipation of Pc X seems to be working wonders (for Methinks this longing is what he probably wanted all along). I now believe the lust that forms a part of anticipation is the purest form. It grips you from inside and this, coupled with my overactive and fluid imagination has made me want it even more.

Prior to Paris however the conversations between Pc X and myself were flourishing. Dissecting his profession is always rather fun. Capital punishment and Police Powers were also highly debated areas of discussion. It’s nice to be able to fuck the mind and have it fucked, wouldn’t you agree? I get the impression Pc X is very good at his job. I also quite enjoy making poor jokes about him arresting and searching me. Any opportunity to flash his badge and I’ll be at him. Our conversations comprise a heavy dose of flirting, me taking the Michael out of his Estuary English (yea mate innit) and him calling me a geek and threatening to arrest me. Well, where would I be without hope.