Later that night, having dined with the nonchalant confidence borne of a deliciously-naughty shared secret, CC and I slip away to his room and make love once again. I am bemused at how comfortable I feel with him, and I ignore the distant warning bell pealing intermittently in my subconscious. Despite the rose-tinted ski specs I have been wearing all week, somehow, somewhere, something tells me something about this man is not quite right.
Despite his outgoing humour, he has a quiet introversion about him, yet when we are making love, although he is vocal and convulsive in his climaxes, he withholds something he will not release. I can’t put my finger on it, and I do not want to delve too deeply while we are still in holiday mode.
Saturday. Our last day – most of which CC and I spend together. Hot Frog texts to invite me to his lair later that evening, and rather like a bride going out for one last shag before embracing a life of moral rectitude, I agree.
Realistically, after today, I may never see either of them again, so I’m stocking up my sex bank in case the market crashes.
Knowing we all have a hideously early start next morning, CC makes it easy for me to pursue my nefarious exploit by turning in straight after dinner. He does not invite me to his room and seems already somewhat withdrawn. The alarm bell peals a little louder but I’m on a mission so I ignore it.
CBF and I go back to our room after dinner to finish packing, and I tell her I’ll be popping out for an hour or so. She is so weakened by her bout of sickness, she can barely manage to raise one eyebrow. I’m sure she’s wondering who I’m off to shag this time but is probably past caring. She’s had a lousy week and now she just wants to get home.
I kiss her goodnight, set the alarm for 5 a.m. and on the stroke of midnight, climb the back stairs for the last time up to Hot Frog’s apartment. As if observing myself from a distance, I am disappointed by my weakness of character. Why could I not have just said 'No'? I am devaluing what I feel for CC and mixed in with a misguided feeling of smugness, there lingers the acrid odour of self-disgust.
Hot Frog greets me warmly immediately showing off his new-found kissing technique. The sex is nowhere near as exciting as the first time, and I can’t wait to get out of there. I wish I’d never come tonight. In fact, I didn’t come tonight. But when it’s time to say goodbye, he hugs me tightly and says: ‘It was such a pleajure meeting you. Stay exactly as you are. Tu es magnifique!’ and I go off down the back stairs smiling.
I am still en vacances after all…when all things are permissible…
DEAR FAITHFUL READERS,
I MAY BE SUSPENDING MY BLOG FOR A WHILE AS I WORK ON THE FINAL EDIT OF 'THE DAILY MALE' PRIOR TO IT GOING TO MY PUBLISHERS.
THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR READING AND COMMENTING AND PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SEND ME ANY MESSAGES YOU WISH.
KEEP POPPING IN AS I SHALL POST UP SOME MORE EXPLOITS AS AND WHEN THEY OCCUR!
BEST WISHES,
WENDY
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HI Wendy
Have been keeping up to date with your (s)exploits despite one of the worst starts to a new year in history............. a couple of weeks in hospital is not my idea of fun!!
Before you say anything , being drunk at the NY and trying to get my legs above my head was nothing to do with this!!!
Anyway - nearly ok now - and having kept up to date with your blog has kept me smiling.
Loads of luck with your book - don't leave us entirely in the dark with future fun,
Love
Liz x
Hi Liz
Thanks so much for writing. I feel bad abandoning my faithful friends, but I need to focus on other writing now.
I'm so sorry you've had such a bad start to the year, especially being in hospital. Poor you.
I do hope things improve very soon and thanks again for keeping in touch and all your entertaining commentary.
MLP came back into my life albeit very briefly which was quite a high for a couple of weeks but for whatever reason, he's disappeared once more! Go figure...
I will pop in and out so we'll meet again.
Best as ever
Love
Wendy x
Hi Wendy,
Reading your blog I understand your busy. Not sure if this book was written for men to read but whilst having a browse around I came across it, read the the back, then thought what the heck. What a great read, very funny amoungst other things.
I'm open minded when it comes to reading anything and i'm really glad I picked this up.
Best of luck with the next one.
Nick
x
Thanks Nick. Glad you enjoyed it -not specifically written for men, but certainly about a few of them!
I'll be resuming soon so watch this space.
Wendy x
Hello. This post is likeable, and your blog is very interesting, congratulations :-). I will add in my blogroll =). If possible gives a last there on my blog, it is about the Placa de Vídeo, I hope you enjoy. The address is http://placa-de-video.blogspot.com. A hug.
Hi Wendy, maybe a more considered comment should apply. i avn't read any of your recent additions on your web site, only your book, just finished the other day, now trying hard to supress that 'can of beans' thats screaming to be opened. I've reached that age that over-rides sensibility and all that you think you've learnt,do we ever learn anything, do we allow ourselves to? Those hedonistic heights won't allow the 'rational' to play any part at all, well not for me and certainly not now. Just come out of a 15 year relationship, the wrong side of 45 and suddenly finding it all a bit wierd, remembering what I was like as a single girl, well thats ok, but my age is a constant, irritating reality that seems to be a precursor to my every move at the moment, by that I mean men. Uncertain of how I appear and how surprisingly badly I've behaved with one particular guy, the first sexual indulgence since my relationship ended. I could go on but I bore myself with my repetativeness. Give me feedback.
Hi Wendy
How's the book writing going then........? Missing living my life vicariously through you!!
Good luck and loads of love,
Liz x
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