Entry

It was a workday just like any other workday… I am sat in front of the computer crunching numbers. Number crunching is what I do, whole day and everyday, when my mobile phone starts to ring, a welcomed distraction. I take it out of my bag. A ‘withheld number’ call. I wonder…who could it be? I press the answer button to content the call.

“Hello.” I say, not knowing whom it is.

“Hello.” Says the voice on the other end. Ah, it is my boyfriend. He does that sometimes, hides his number or uses another telephone so as to give me a surprise. I’m certainly surprised by his call. He doesn’t normally call at this time of the day. He is usually busy working so we speak of an evening or late at night. Talking about sweet nothings, keeping each other awake all night.

“Ah, hello love. This is a nice surprise. How are you?” I ask my loved one.

“Hi honey.” He says. “I’m good. What time you finishing work today? Fancy hooking up?”

“Definitely. I’ll be finished by 5 today.”

“Can you finish work early?” He asks, his voice sounding soft and sexy.

“Anything for you, dear.” I say getting excited and flustered. “I can finish at 4.30. Where do you want to meet?”

“Great, meet me at mine.” Says my boyfriend.

I discontent the call. 4.15pm comes along. I finish off my work and start shutting down the computer. ‘I can’t wait to see my beau.’ I go to the ladies to refresh myself, comb my hair and re-apply my make up. Back at my desk the computer has shut down. I switch the computer and monitors off. We have to conserve the electricity and think of the environment. I say ‘bye’ to my colleagues, get my coat and make my way to the train station.

‘I’ve just missed one train’. Never mind the next one is not that far behind. I wait for the next circle line to South Kensington. I decide to get the circle line as opposed to the district line as the circle line is somewhat faster than the district line. The circle line train arrives a few minutes later. ‘Fab’ a sit. I go to the empty seat, pick the newspaper of the seat and sit down. I close my eyes and rest my mind for a while till I get to my destination. People around me, both seated and standing are talking about all manner of things. A guy sat next to me is listening to his music so load that I am able to hear the annoying tunes. How inconsiderate!! I ignore his load annoying music. Not my type, but what else can be done.

I reach South Kensington. I eagerly leave the train. Walking up the stairs and stepping outside the sky looks grey. ‘I hope it doesn’t start to rain.’ I make my way to my sexy guy’s flat. Outside his flat, which is on the ground floor of a 3-storey house, I ring the bell. The house itself is tall and impressive. Double bayed with a neatly kept garden. A rose bush sits at one end of the garden and different coloured and varieties of tulips are planted randomly around the garden.

The buzzer sounds and I here my boyfriend say ‘hello’. “Hello” I say, “it’s me.”

“Give me a minute hon, I’ll come open the door.” Opening the door a few minutes later, there he stands with the door wide-open, tall and handsome wearing jeans and a fitting t-shirt. He takes me by hand and pulls me into him, kissing me on my lips. I wrap my arms around his muscular neck. He pushes the door shut with one free hand. We stand in the corridor kissing like there is no tomorrow. Breaking away for air we walk hand in hand to his flat leading me to his comfy sofa in the front room.

His flat is immaculate. “Looks like someone has been busy cleaning.” I say turning to him.

“All for my pretty lady.” Says he while closing the door behind him with the tips of his bare foot.

I place my bag on the sofa. Taking my coat off and unwrapping my scarf I hang them up on the door hook. The wall light is on a soft glow spreading an ambience of peace and calm. I go and sit on the sofa. The sofa is black leather. The walls are painted cream, the carpet is deep maroon and the curtains are made of maroon silk. In one corner of the room stands a big screen television beside which is a stand on which sits a DVD, DVD recorder and Hi-fi system. A painting of the sun setting over a blue blue sea hangs over the television. A very comfortable flat if I do say so myself.

My boyfriend returns from the kitchen with two cups of coffee. Placing the cups on the table in front of me he sits down next to me resting his arm on my shoulders. We fall back into the sofa, after a hard day at work, resting our heads together.

“How was your day honey?” He asks me in his most soft and sexy voice.

“It was fine, the same old work to do. I bet you had a better day than me? Did you get off work early for good behaviour?” I ask.

“Yep, but not for good behaviour though but for all the better to seeing you.” He says, turning his face towards mine, his face lit up like a light bulb. He ticks me under my arm causing me to wriggle and giggle. I try to stop him tickling me but it is no good. He is stronger than I am and besides I am rendered powerless in my current state of uncontrollable giggles. I end up at the far end of the sofa. My head on the arm rest and my back arched on the seats with one leg dangling on the floor. He is kneeling over me. His arms are pinning me down. Staring intently into each other’s eyes he moves his hands to my waist. He pulls my shirt to expose my stomach. Kissing me on my stomach a tingling sensation shots through my back. I lift his face. I pull him up to my face and draw him closer to me. Kissing him on his lips enhancing his sensors. A warm feeling transfers between our lips. Getting of the sofa he picks me up and carries me over to his bedroom. We are both on the bed. Me below him, him on top of me making sweet…sweet love. We tear apart undressing each other. We are both naked, me on the bed and him kneeling over me. We are gazing at each other’s beauty. His skin is a shade of almond brown. His hairy chest and stomach is an extra layer of warm when he is on top of me.

Coming closer to me, I spread my legs so he can rest his legs in between mine. He comes down to my face; lip-to-lip we are connected. I wrap my legs around his lower half so he cannot escape. I play with his hair. The feel of his hair is like silk flowing over my hands…smooth and silky. I run my hands through his smooth, silky hair caressing his head. I move my hands down his neck, running my fingertips slowly and seductively up and down his back.

I am wide open to my boyfriend…emotions, feelings, and body. I am like an open book with him. I am kissing him, playing with his hair when he enters me with such ease. I let out a moan of pleasure. I look at him and smile. He smiles back at me. The joy is showing in his eyes. We move in motion with the music playing in our heads. Moments later he exits so not to leave any fluids inside.