Dolphinboy nearly came down tonight, instead he was almost back in Scotland again by the time we spoke.

Boring. I think I will need to tell him at some stage just how much I was hoping he would study in London 3 years ago...then he didn't, and I have only seen him about 3x times since then.

Anyhoo.

I invited Salsa Boy to this party instead tonight, and, surprise, Mr Married was there. Being unable to stand this situation for long, we left after some free canapees and the arrival of yet another Russian ex model in furs, to go to the New York guy's party instead (he was the guy whose face I snogged off in Movida last year, only to realise I didn't fancy him enough to go home with him in the end).

Great flat, I almost regretted not being his whore for one night to wake up in these luxury surroundings...
Also so much champagne we swiftly hid our cheap bottles of wine in the bottom of the fridge.

A guy in a dinner jacket poured my glass, I admired his outfit and thoughtfulness until I realised he worked there... argh! A paid washer-upper-champagne-pourer, how decadent!

Salsaboy kept his distance, letting me shmooze and network, flirt, drink and make new friends whilst he stared into space.

He had some chats too, I suppose, and some canapees and more drink, but the physical distance between us seemed to suggest to people we weren't actually together- to the extent that another guy offered me his jacket when he realised I was cold on the terrace.

He then saw me kiss Salsa on the cheek (well a girl's gotta claim her territory! Or pronounce the fact she isn't as sad and single as some of the candidates...) and suggested I meet him in the hallway in 10 minutes.

One thing let to aother,a kiss on the cheek on the stairs led to a grope in the lift, a kiss on the roof led to him going down on me whilst I sat on the banister, legs akimbo and skirt round my thighs, wind in my hair and his fingers in my pussy whilst he licked me.

The wind was making the neighbour's door bang, and we sat on the stairs at the top of the house, his corkscrew dick in my hand, my mouth, I sat astride him, wet and horny and took him into myself, he then pulled out and into my mouth again but at the first taste of his cum I let him soil his thigh and the stairs, squirting sperm into my hair and onto his crisp shirt.

Very jewish, we got dressed again immediately, he took my number (but I altered the last digit) we kissed an re-joined the party.

Mad.