Retail Therapy

Right: it's time for me to get excited about life again. I have a date this week and I will not cancel it because I feel a bit rubbish. I'm going to be proactive and perk myself up, whether my brain likes it or not! I really do have a great life and there's no reason whatsoever to be feeling like this.

One thing that usually cheers me up is a bit of retail therapy; I may take myself along to Westfield to see if anything catches my eye. It's only a temporary rush though - much like sex. I wonder if I'd get double the buzz from having sex in a changing room? I've never had the guts to do that, but it does sound pretty exciting! Maybe I could be trying on a silk chemise, or I might need help unzipping a dress. I can imagine looking right into some unsuspecting shop assistant's eyes in the mirror as he stands behind me. Now there's a fantasy I could get lost in...

Now I definitely want to go shopping!

Brooke x

Butterflies (again)!

This is fantastic. For the first time in quite a while, I woke up feeling genuinely excited about life. There's so much opportunity, and I have so much going for me. I know I'm usually an optimist anyway, but I really appreciate how lucky I am! It's actually giving me butterflies in my stomach.

I saw Mr K yesterday, my last appointment before I take a week off to pamper myself and rest up. I had that fire starting to reignite in my eyes, and handily it's very effective at making your loins burn. A regular hotel meet, glass of wine and polite chat (take note boys - Chardonnay is not my favourite; I prefer a good Sauvignon Blanc). The sex was nothing exceptional, but I thoroughly enjoyed it because I could feel the excitement about life slowly seeping back into my veins. That in itself is nearly as good as an orgasm.

I revelled in my own talent for blow jobs, hearing him gasp "Oh my fucking God" as my hand and mouth worked together. I teased him for a while, running my tongue along his shaft and around the tip before taking the length of him into my wet mouth. I love it.

Get excited about life; I highly recommend it.

Brooke x

Toxins

Hmmm. My trainer says I need to consume less toxins, otherwise I'm going to get the dreaded 'C' effect. I don't have much salt, sugar or trans fats in my intake, so that only leaves one thing... my beloved booze!!! I don't want to give up drinking! This is the choice I have to make: perfection or occasional inebriation? It's a tough call.

I had the most boring sex last night. Missionary throughout - he didn't push hard or deep, or go particularly fast or slow. He kept a steady grunting going the whole time, and I could only tell he had come from the tensing of his body. I couldn't even be bothered to fake an orgasm. Dull!

Girly night tonight with face masks and... green tea? Not quite the same as a nice Sauvignon Blanc...

Brooke x