I went to Glasgow to fuck meet Donna.
From: looby
To: Donna
Sent: 1 June 2014, 1208
I am depillated to within an inch of my life. Although that is but stage one of the smoothing process. You'll be sliding all over the place. See you in the Horseshoe!
From: looby
To: Kim
Sent: 1 June 2014, 1413
Jeez I love these Glasgow trains. Everyone's pissed up and this big gang of lads are having several hairs of the dog after a stag do in Blackpool. Cracking! X
From: Donna
To: looby
Sent: 1 June 2014, 1449
Just through security so it feels like I've already left the country! Dxxxx
From: looby
To: Donna
Sent: 1 June 2014, 1452
Don't miss your stop x
From: Donna
To: looby
Sent: 1 June 2014, 1541
Right, we're off Dx
From: looby
To: Donna
Sent: 1 June 2014, 1442
Happy flight! I'll give you something to suck on for landing X
From: Donna
To: looby
Sent: 1 June 2014, 1449
You wish
From: looby
To: Donna
Sent: 1 June 2014, 1654
I know you won't get this till you're off the plane but got a better idea. Scrap the Horseshoe, come to the Blackfriars instead. We can have something to eat and the beer's better.
From: looby
To: Kim
Sent: 2 June 2014, 1024
Well that went a lot better than I thought. Don't have slightest wish to carry it on in any serious way but in the short term... she's pretty good in bed. Off to find some breakfast and then the art gallery Xx
From: Kim
To: looby
Sent: 2 June 2014, 1213
You louche bastard! Glad you're having a good time. Stuck in the office. Am most envious x
From: Donna
To: looby
Sent: 2 June 2014, 1849
It's been a superb 24 hours as your girlfriend. I've had a fab time. Thank you looby. Safe journey home too. Will be closing my eyes on the flight and thinking nice sexy thoughts involving you.. Dxxxxx
From: looby
To: Donna
Sent: 2 June 2014, 1851
Thanks. I've had a fab time too. And amongst other things, it's lovely how you turn me on Xxx
Above is the way that we have told it to each other. There was, however, the odd moment when I thought it wasn't going to work, even in the short term.
We got back to the hotel, opened the cava and laid down on the bed and chatted for a few minutes. I said "Do you think we've got too many clothes on?" "Well, there's no rush is there?"
So we talked for a bit longer. We got horizontal again and started kissing. She moved her head away, and said "So, in Morecambe, the other week, you asked me about my prognosis, [she's got breast cancer] and I didn't answer."
I gave up. I realised that it's got to be on her schedule. I stood up, rebuttoned my shirt, and we started chatting again. Her conversation at that point, citing bland instances of self-aggrandizing deviance, made me want to ballpoint a passage from The Sea, The Sea: " We are such inward creatures, that inwardness is the most amazing thing about us, even more amazing than our reason. But ... most of what we think we know about ourselves is pseudo-knowledge. We are all such shocking poseurs, so good at inflating the importance of what we think we value."
And then... how it happened, I don't know. Maybe she got tired of her own talking, and my lack of responses. Suddenly, we were kissing in a way I find very exciting and cock hardening. She's quite stroky and soft with her lips one moment. I like how she keeps her eyes open, staring at me with a restrained power. And then she switches into this violent kissing, pushing my head onto hers, making my mouth wide open, so wide.
"Can you go on your side please?" I said. "No, that way. I want to feel my cock hardening against your arse." I turned her back towards me and we kissed again and I started shaking with near-coming.
We checked out of the hotel, wet-haired, at the last moment. At about three o'clock we had to start thinking about going home. She's an amateur dressmaker and was telling me about a new dress she's making. Fabrics and women's clothes are fascinating to me and she told me that it was to be made out of "stretch cotton", and I we got on to talking about modern skirts and dresses, and how my the sexualised male gaze at the hemline depends upon the technological development of synthetic fibres. "Is that all you can say about miniskirts?" she said.
"Shall we end this where we started?" I said, and we walked back to the Blackfriars. We carried on talking about clothes. She showed me a picture of herself in a dress she made a few months ago. Even with post-work Glaswegians sitting around us, and even -- or because-- she was leaving in half an hour, my cock got stiff again. I was wearing my nice Italian trousers, and when my cock gets hard, I love the feeling of it against the tight cotton.
