…solely because of the fact that he bought me not one, but two bags of fudge. He wasn’t sure which one to get (he’d just seen it mentioned in one of my previous entries) so he bought me two different flavours.

Well, I can well and truly say that the first packet has almost been annihilated. The other packet I’m saving for this weekend. I have no idea why, it’s just one of those lovely treats that’s to be savoured at the weekend. I still thought yesterday was Sunday. That’s my excuse for eating the first packet and I’ll stick to it.

Thank you P. I hope you’re not too sore this morning. I had P in a bit of a leg-lock yesterday. He could just about breathe, let alone try and prise himself from between my thighs. He did plead to be let go. Oh boy did he plead. It was actually the most eloquent begging I’ve ever heard from a client. Did it do him any good? Did it heck! Shame you didn’t have any olive oil to hand, eh P, *wink*. You could’ve slid your way out of trouble.

For those who aren’t averse to a bit of bribery (ooh, and a big thank you to that tall gorgeous 25yr old with the big bribe for getting me out on a Sunday), this is my current weakness:

This will get you mind-blowing sex.