Make-up sex

Forgiveness for me is one of the simplest things in life because my personal belief is that a repentant soul clearly deserves forgiveness and yields happier fulfilling moments. I went through a very trying day with no calls from the Biker and was disturbed by his silence. It was when I was about to give up on him that he remembered to send me a text message like nothing had gone wrong. I was still trying to make up my mind about whether or not to reply when he called. I couldn't hide the chill in my voice and I said I would meet him after I left work.

I was still feeling low when i got home but he was already waiting for me. I almost broke down trying to explain to him what exactky my suspicions had been about his actions. The Biker got down on his knees and begged me to forgive him. He swore from the bottom of his heart that he did not have any ill intentions. We spoke until the wee hours of the morning after showering separately for the first time since we begun seeing each other. It was akin to breaking an age-old family tradition whose impact was not lost on him.

I believe there is no bigger turn on than sex after a quarrel. I had to convince the Biker that I was wrestling my emotions to finally forgive him so i held out until the morning. I woke up feeling extremely horny and we went on to have the best sex ever. I guess it had alot to do with the fact that we involved our emotions but I can't wait for the next break up to make up.

Impeccable timing!

As i slowly nurse away my green-eyed monster, I can't help feeling lonely and regretting why I'd given so much of myself to a single soul. In the hope that the Biker might surprise me from his mysterious trip to the airport,I told off K in order to discourage him for dropping by my house last night. I now regret this decision because he usually does massage my ego when i'm feeling low.

I've however had my faith restored and now believe in the saying that the lord works in mysterious ways. This morning I got one of the most beautiful messages from my ex in Bagdad. He promised to call me later and told me in the most elaborate terms how he intends to make an honest woman of me on his return. Is this God's way of sending me an angel when I'm low?

The green-eyed monster strikes

For the first time since I started living this fairytale with the Biker, I have never had any reason to worry and he has also been mindful to keep me happy. He has on previous occasions found himself apologising for a crime he doesn't know because I'm upset. For some reason today, I can't shake the feeling that I've been lied to by non other than the Biker.

Since we started seeing each other, we have been honest about where we'll be if we are not together; atleast he has. Besides, he always knows where I'll be even if its not the truth. Anyway, after it had rained on me on Monday night, I was trying to extract some of the Biker's body heat so we held each other tightly in our Adam's suits.

It was in this moment that the Biker regrettably told me that he would not be ble to see me the following evening since he had to pick someone from the airport. I saw no reason to push it by asking for details so I just let it be. However, ti was while he was at the airport that I called him and he mumbled something about calling us guys when he got to town later on. I waited for his call but received a message at about midnight informing me of how tired he was and how he was already home. I tried to call him back instantly but to my surprise, his phone was unavailable. For all the time I've known him, he's never switched off his phone. Tell, me I'm I over-reacting or do I have reason to worry?

Formulating a routine

Its been a while since i last updated my blog but for me the reasons vary from the lack of time to the uncertainity about what I can and cannot share with everyone. Since i promised my self to be absolutely honest and open about what I include on my blog, I'm obliged to share everything so that I can benefit from the advise from each one of you.

Since my last update, Ive fallen into a systematic routine with the Biker in which we play housemates and exist in our little world of make-believe. Its amazing to note that even without making the suggestions, I have found myself changing towards a new me that enjoys nights in with or without alcoholic beverages! By nature, I am a bar hopper who thought that a day without a beer would be destructive to my being. Since the Biker doesn't drink and since we spend every evening in each other's company, i have found myself foregoing alcohol for life's simpler pleasures like ice cream and hot chocolate.

The other players in my life's drama simply cannot make sense of the changes they are witnessing. Q has convinced himself that I must be extremely busy and thus the absence. As for K, he showed up at my office the other day with a ridiculous idea that we should move in together. Out of respect for his originality, I downplayed the weight of the gesture and advised him to look for a new place of abode closer to my home so that we could spend less time apart. Being the enthusiast that he is, he left elated by the thought and has since reliably informed me that a house hunt is on in areas around my neighbourhood.

Seeing as this is yet another weekend, we are playing housemates with the Biker until Sunday night when he sadly has to sleep at his house. Personally, I'm addicted to my bed and would not envisage a night away from it unless i'm out of town. Yes, this should tell you that I've not spent a night in the Biker's lair and have no immediate plans to. However, I'm loving the fact that on week days, we bathe together and spend atleast two hours locked in a tight embrace until it dawns on us that he should probably be heading home. The sex is still amazingly great and there's nothing more I would wish for right now.

Confessions

Just when I thought there was going to be no way out, I got some information that lessened my guilt tremendously. I confessed to the Biker about my relationship with Q and told him that although it is obviously going no where, we share a special bond that just cannot be broken. Luckily for me, he also had some skeletons in his closet which made me feel better about myself. Apparently, the Biker has been in this stable relationship with a lady whose name ironically differs from mine only on the last letter.

This knowledge has helped me put my feelings into perspective since I was beginning to feel like i belonged. Anyway, the huge dilema is that much as i still care for Q, I know I like the Biker more. For a guy who is in a steady relationship, it puzzles me when he introduces me to his kin and folk as his girlfriend. He also says he wants me to introduce him to my pals as my boyfriend. I've driven a man to the point of utter confusion. He continuously tells me he sees the woman he wants to settle down with in me. I am definately not ready to settle down but i get really flattered when he syas these things to me.

Breaking the fast

As I'd predicted, my week was rather boring. Atleast for the first four days. Luckily for me, this chao fast ended on Thursday night. When presented with my first "meal", i dug into his body with a hunger that betold of my starvation. The Biker rose to the challenge and filled me up like a dry sponge that finally receives its first water. I think the wait was worth it basing on the levels of pleasure i managed to achieve.

Anyways, since Friday was a public holiday, I spent the whole weekend playing housemates with the Biker. I must admit that I liked his attentiveness. He praised my cooking and looked like he truly found my company pleasureable even when we were not busy doing the deed. This makes me wonder, I'm I falling for the Biker?

Shit! Its that time of the month

This week starts the worst days of my month. Reason? I'll be forced to go without sex for at least four days, and this is not by choice either! All of us have at least one or more addictions regardless of how holy we may feel. For many, its alcohol, cigarettes, work and or sex. Mine i'll admit is SEX. I consider it a punishment from God to go sexless for any number of days and worst still when its not by choice.

This goes to confirm what a dull week awaits me. Anyways, this terrible curse and the fact that I'll be extremely busy with work this week means I'll spend less time with all my beaus. I already feel the strain from not exercising. I've now made up my mind to drink, live and let die this week. Adieu

Data recovery and more!!!!

If you'd told yesterday that I'd enjoy some of the best sex of my life with the Biker I'd have called you mad. This is mainly because of the traumatising experience I'd had the other night. Okay, he was not yet aroused but still, I'd have thought the stuff would be bigger than what I saw.

With that vision that left me traumatised on Thursday night, I avoided seeing the Biker in my house until I was tipsy. I suggested that since it was a friday night, we should meet at a bar in Bugolobi. Anyways, it was fun hanging out with him and by the time I'd had my forth beer, the vision of his bits was blurred. We headed to my house and spent the night locked in a tight embrace. I made sure that my eyes don't stray to his center in case the trauma happens again.

This morning I woke up feeling very horny and started communicating this with my hands and legs. Luckily by the time I reached out to touch his bits, they'd grown to a sizeable shape. The rubber he wore only enhanced his size and increased my anticipation. We had two blissful sessions that left me wondering whether my mind had been playing tricks on me on Thursday night. Right now i feel revitalised and I have managed to recover most of the lost data. I feel very energised and productive. Hell, my boss was even happy to see me!

Of missing data files

Yesterday was not a good day for me primarily because I lost the most important file at our office. The incident made my boss storm out of office in a rage. Today, he's barely talking to me and yet the data recovery software that has been installed on my PC has not yielded any results.

It was in such low spirits that I went home home yesterday. I'd earlier planned a movie date with the Biker. (Its imporatnt to note that while at home, I prefer to watch movies while lying on my bed). Thinking that it was like all other home movie dates, the Biker stripped to his boxers on getting to my bedroom. I was momentarily taken aback since loving was the last thing on my mind. He should have gotten the hint considering that I was fully dressed. Anyway, I played along and allowed him to caress me. I was however not receptive. Like had happened to my computer, when i rebooted my system (refocused my thoughts to the issue at hand), i failed to elicit any reaction. I tried a data recovery from all my drives - mind, heart and body but my PC had suffered a more severe memory loss than i'd anticipated.

I could have played along abit more but the Biker commited the ultimate sin of shedding the last bit of clothing he had on him. I am still hoping that my cold reaction had a lot to do with the size of his central bits. In that one moment, my whole future flashed before me and i wondered if I could commit myself to a life that seemingly offered little in terms of physical pleasure. I was alrmed and panicked and i've been trying to erase the vision from my memory in vain. I told the Biker I'd been badly affected by the loss of my file and he readily understood when I added that I needed to be alone. I am now in this place where I know I like the Biker but I'm afraid of the size of his bits. I'm I being too selfish?

A weekend of Multi-tasking

One of the prime attributes for my job is the ability to multitask and work long hours. My job demanded these two of me over the weekend. I applied the experience I've got on this job in my love life in order to create a semblance of normalcy and balance over the weekend.

After waking up with the Biker, I reached the office late to the chagrin of my boss. I had to make a quick dash for lunch with Q shortly afterwards since according to him, I'd had an early night so there was no reason as to why I should be late for work. After he was assured that all was well with me, I had to make up for lost time at the office. I therefore spent the best part of my Saturday tied up in work until the wee hours of Sunday morning (4.30am). Luckily, the Biker picked me up and dropped me off at home. Seeing as the night was almost over, I asked him to stay over. We woke up at midday and i remembered that I was scheduled to go to Q's house for lunch. I made a quickie excuse about seeing my sister which got the Biker to leave. I headed to Q's crib and after a sumptuos Sundy lunch, fell asleep on his settee while attempting to watch a movie.

I woke up just in time to for the Big Brother eviction party where I had arranged to meet K to make up for the lost time on Friday night. I told Q I couldn't go with him since he had no invite. On reaching Faze 2, K was not absolutely convinced with Friday's explanation about my battery running low but like i'd predicted, a little charm was all it took to get him back under my wing. He was coming down with a cold that helped me shorten my evening. After the boring eviction night, I headed straight home to call it a night. However before i slept, I received a goodnight call from the Biker advising me to dream about him.

The Biker returns

The long drought since the Biker left town was finally broken on Friday evening. The anticipation mounted with each update informing me that they'd reached Mbarara, the equator and finally town. Before he told me that they had cut their trip short, I had taken out insurance and planned a date with one of my needy special friends that i'll call K. Now K is exciting to hang out with but for only the briefest of times because I can't say I particularly enjoy talking to him. Even making small talk with him is like watching paint dry! Anyway, what he lacks in conversational skills, he makes up for in bed.

Much as I was faced with the dilema of letting down K gentl, I found myself resorting to the uncouth choice of making my cellphone unavailable. I thought I could squeeze him into my tight schedule before I retired to a night of bliss with the Biker but because he had not seen me for a while, he kept calling to remind me of our date. I therefore made the choice to keep the Biker happy since I knew K would forgive me for any indiscretions within two minutes of turning on my charm at our next meeting.

On getting home in my palpable excitement, I reached out to hug the Biker and in that one moment, realised that probably, he is too short for me. His obvious manifestations of love and affection quickly helped me to forget that rather disturbing detail. We then embarked on an exciting journey in which we explored each other's bodies. I must salute the Biker for helping me discover certain points of pleasure that I never knew I possessed. Armed with this new information, I know that only the sky is my limit.