I am so happy I sicken even myself.
Funny that, as all his amazing qualities are rolled up inside a body you'd never see gracing the cover of a superficial magazine, but I am blissfully, bubblingly falling in love with Kensington Boy.

We spent a wonderful weekend in and out of the bed (some of it on the floor actually, so as not to put the flatmate off her new boyfriend by excessivly noisy bedsprings), shopping, partying and generally being one of those aaaahhh bless! couples.

He came round on Saturday to help me look after the little boy I sometimes babysit, and we had tons of fun at the playground and frolicking in a "baby soup" at the pool- although by his own admission KB is neither sporty nor particularly fond of water!

He was great with the little one and seemed to genuinely enjoy himself. We went back to mine and had some food, then played and watched a kiddie programme until his mum came to pick him up.

KB and I were a bit tired and went to bed, but we didn't get much rest if you get my drift!
It felt quite naughty actually to be having sex when there was another couple in the flat, and in the early evening at that...

He took my jeans and knickers off and went down on my chlorine pussy for ages, then I returned the favour.
I love it when I can hear and feel him slapping into me, and he is not as gentle as he used to be...

We cuddled a bit after he deposited a large amount of sticky cum on my lower arm and belly, which we wiped off with a random towel (yeah, we weren't really prepared...), then we got dressed for a friend's party.

I drank cheap fizzy wine from a mini bottle and navigated whilst he drove, listening to Unknown FM and cracking jokes all the way.

The party was subdued but fun, one couple had brought their dog along and a French boy made a mean Mojito, but after I had fallen down the stairs in my fuck me boots and KB was nearly stoned from the passive smoking, we called it a night and drove back home.

I think we even got a little passionate again once I had taken my boots off (much to his regret... but there's always next time!)

Sunday morning was lovely, a long lazy wake-up fuck and more fun and conversation before our breakfast, followed by a shopping trip. What fun, he is as much of a bargain hunter as I am, with an eye for quality.

He dropped me home and I met up with a friend, then later on he joined me at the cinema before taking me back to his Belgravia bachelor pad.
As promised, he had made more chocolate mousse which we consumed on his sofa, clutching a champagne flute each and with him massaging my foot. Yes, I don't know how we found all those hands to do that either! We stayed up chatting and making love til 2am. I dressed up in his new trousers and a pink tie, keeping my underwear on, nothing else. On that occasion I discovered that my hip size matches his waist size, as he was able to get the trousers back off without unbuttoning them...

"I am still asleep", I told him in the morning, "and you have just climbed in through the window. Now you are trying to sublty seduce me before I wake up". He proceeded to subtly seduce me by running his fingers over my "amazing skin" and trailing them over the crease in my knickers before slipping them inside the material. (actually, no: I wasn't wearing any, that was the night before!) He just gently got me wet without touching me, then slowly dipped his finger into my pussy before twirling it around my clit and kissing my nipples whilst he touched himself.

I love it when he rubs his soppy, erect cock against my leg- on this occasion he went one stage further and rubbed it against my pussy too, kneeling between my legs whilst I still pretended to be asleep.
"The intruder wants to fuck you", he said, "don't you think you might wake up?" "I might," I replied, "or I may just think it's all an amazing dream..."

In any case, what a nice start to the week!