KbW

I finally met him last night.
...and I'm not ashamed to say that I basically threw myself at him.
Not like that did anything, I'm sure he didn't even look at me.
I spent the entire evening making sure I either got rid of the impefections, or hid them.
I even made an effort with my outfit.
Red and White polka dot dress.
Black and White polka dot underwear.
Red cardi, dual clustered necklace.
Smooth legs.
White vintage heels.

I think I looked the sex.
..and he only touched me twice!
Once, when he laughed about something, the other when he slyly slid his hand near my arse.
...yet, I was all over him.
Touching him every chance I got.
How slag-faced am I?
My bottom must have glowed red.
...no, not because of Tom.

He made me laugh, so much.
...He also has nice arms.
*Oh, gawsh, how disgustingly girly girly am I? - I'm blushing and giggling whilst writing this*

I have to admit, I gave him mixed signals.
It's ok for me to touch him and stuff, but if he mentions anything, I become really quiet and tell him to shut up.
I even moved his hand away.
What a twat!
I honestly have issues, and don't know what I want.

On the tube ride back to Victoria, I was thinking about me sitting on his hand.
*ahem*
...I had some sort of sensation run through me for a nano-second.
It felt... amazing!
Like, the feeling of knowing that you're nearly there and you are going to come this time...
Nice to know that I can feel that without even having to move a muscle.
Thank you bin-Walid.