The man I felt I had succeeded in finding some happiness with...is still in some difficulty... and it's genuine and frustrating, yet something tells me it's all going to work out.

Jones is quiet and elusive and that is fine. That's him. He is someone I know I could talk to in a month and it will seem like we picked up from the day before. Relaxed. Natural.
He thinks I won't make Paris. I can tell.

Blue. Attentive at last. He is negogiating an extra day's holiday next week, so he can take me to his bed. Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
I know. I said it was over and in my head it is...

I make limited effort with him...and he has fluttered into my web.

However,if it is him and him alone who can fill me and make me moan whilst spanking my smooth bottom...just for the time being...then so be it.

Oh Mansion Man..remember him...again? He can buy anyone; anything. I am not exaggerating or making this up...he is worth millions and can have anyone he chooses...yet...he keeps sending me seedy texts and seedy desires. Again, tonight...

I was honest with him.

I asked, 'Why me...?'...again.

Replying quickly...'I adore your mentality.'

Now is that something good...or not....?