Prettyintelligentprincess

I have orgasmed three times now...beside him...as he slept.

Intense.
Excruciatingly silent (Difficult for me...very)
Wet the sheets...(But they dry quickly).

I fantasise about many things...

I think of one.

Jones is silent now.

It's driving me mad...
I need some....

Still en vacances and two dumb Russians sitting at the next computer...smoking away.
I've opened the window...

The Hotel Manager has just slipped me the money to access the internet...Mmmm...perhaps I need to take care...

However, back to holiday news.

This morning a fun time was had by all at a waterpark...in bikini and flip flops...all was going very well until my top pinged off going down a rather steep slide!!!

I only knew it was off when I landed and surfaced, to see my pink and white spotty top floating in a bedraggled, deflated kind of way - infront of me.

I tried to cover my boobs with my hands...it's difficult these days...the life guard tried to remain stern...after all it is illegal to sunbathe topless in Eygpt and I panicked a little as he kept blowing his whistle!

I had visions of him arresting me!

I later realised that he was telling me to move away from the landing point at the bottom of the slide!

All fastened up again and I managed to walk away with some dignity! Nothing better than topless watersports to brighten one's day.

...was the text I sent to Royal Scot the night before last.

This is the downer with holidays; working full time has more advantages than we know about.

Being together 24 hours is testing...

He was an utter idiot the other night. He spoke to the children dreadfully...little Sportacus was in floods of tears and sobbed himself to sleep...being told by his father what a horrible little boy he was and how nasty he had been to him etc etc...

I defended him...and as a result...hub left the room.

Children were hysterical, especially Sportacus, thinking Daddy had left forever....

He slept in my arms sobbing... only to come over all protective when he realised Mummy was crying as quietly as possible.
Too much responsibility for a 5 year old.

I have absorbed it all....remained dignified; reassured the children...ironically, hub left the bar early tonight, looking very unwell.

I shall not feel pleased...much.

It's rather segregational, this 'all inclusive' lark.
I will never come here again...it's filled with many ignorant and desperate people who swamp those who are here to relax.

English, European: wear a pink band.
Russian: purple
Italian: green...and so on.

The Russian's pay between 250 and 300 DOLLARS for a week all inclusive, including the flights...say no more...

Talking to a Polish guy this afternoon...he has a 'Russian' purple band. He hates Russians. He has turned his band inside out; he has a white band and has confused the poor shopkeepers immensely!!!

Why? How?
Well...they check out your band of course. Pink bands start at a higher asking price when trying to purchase goods! Purple bands begin at much lower prices...hence our Polish friend did use his purple band to his advantage!!!

I miss England.
I miss rain and cold weather.
I miss the ten o'clock news...

I will never miss Sharm El Sheik

As we took off, not even 100 feet in the air, Sportacus,
'can we have something to eat?'
'can we watch this television now?'

He made the cabin crew laught so much...he said please so nicely.

Later, as I stashed the peanuts in my bag and sprayed duty free Cheri Dior, the pilots allowed him and Budding Vet into the cockpit!!!

Even then, he did not stop talking, although he did hide behind Mummy, (who rather enjoyed seeing these gentlemen in uniform!)

I feel I'm in Russia; a rich Russia.

They are slim. Two of them... Well thin. Well...slimmer than my 9 year old daughter.
And blonde ...yellow blonde.
I will put money on it they have been bought in to bring in business.

Last night-
basque-
porn platforms-
tiny black satin skirt with a split up the back! Could already see her bottom!

Always chaperoned by big burly Arab looking Gent...sitting with two fat Russian Men last night...tonight they wear jeans and are just with their Arab pimp...off duty, clearly.

Trying to explain why we could see her bottom to Sportacus....

It's bloody hot!

But they have internet....

now, where shall I begin?

I love Calpol.

It's a go....

Catch up with you all soon....

In 8 hours we should be off to the airport to begin our holiday that I booked, arranged, planned for and paid for almost TEN MONTHS ago.
(All inclusive, luxury, 5-star at school holiday prices....)

Problem.

At 4 am this morning, Sportacus vomited and his temperature went sky high. Blocked up nose and this evening he said, 'Mummy, it hurts all over my body.'

Great.
Fucking great.
Fuck.
Fucking hell...

I have Calpoled him up...
I've made him drink so many fluids he's virtually sleepwalking to wee.

Yet...with only 12 hours until the flight, we still actually do not know if we'll be going or not.
Even writing this, I can't fucking believe it.

Phoned up the Emergency Doctor who did not use the S F word. Neither did I. It seems more gastro than anything else and he is not coughing or sneezing; he was running around playing hide and seek this morning!

I have been in to check on him this evening; he is burning up. I am praying the fever will break tonight.

I could not have asked for more drama.

I could not have even planned this.

I watched porn last night...

Mmmm

My fix.
Pleasurable and completely sexy.

Stops me sometimes from being a completely irrational sex seeker....
..as opposed to a rational sex seeker!

'I will be away when you leave,' she said.

'I will miss you,' she said.

'Have a great trip,'he said.

'...and next time when I am back on a business trip...xxx,' he said.

'Yes,' she said.

'Next time you are on a business trip...xxxx'

Went out for a family meal last night...

Holiday mood...the children actually miss their last two days at school...so they are in holiday mood too!

Surrounding us were families, clearly beginning their holidays too...yet they had travelled to where we take so much for granted.

But...Oh

I looked at some...

My children are so very lucky.

Never ever would I dine out in a track suit...

House sitter arranged.
Packing done.

Yet...Little Sportacus tonight was fretful and felt warm when trying to sleep.

I panic a little.

Fully insured though...but would much rather be in 5 star Sharm...

Monday must hurry!

To fuck or not to fuck.
To kiss or not to kiss.
To hold or not to hold.

I recoil...even now.

Why?

My children will be a welcome, a beautiful distraction.

I know there will be calm times yet I am too fierce to be calm with everything.

Delicious....

However...so so shattered you would not believe.

Full on at The Building.

Quietness and anxiety though as The Plurals seem to know the imminent danger of Swine 'Flu. Quite a few friends now infected.

It is unpleasant.

Some young ones close to me infected and the medication making them ill.

Yet, it is the those with some weakness/illness/allergy who appear to have been affected first.

I hope my little family is healthy.

Love the sound.
On J Ross tonight she looked sexy...long legs and bare feet!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a4dSEyaT6R8

...I drive to a little village.

I meet him.

We will talk.

We may have a drink.

He will then take me to a pre-arranged place and spank me...

with his riding crop...

Who said life at forty was just beginning?

'My ears hurt and I feel dizzy.'
Budding Vet greeted me with the joyful news this morning.
She didn't feel hungry...definitely ill then as far as I'm concerned.
Panic set in and Sportacus sensed his opportunity. 'I can't go to school without______!'

'Erm, yes you can young man. Go and get your uniform on!'

Finally, we have been seen by the Doctor and it's not the topical illness that's on everyone's lips.

Thank goodness for that!

'It seems the beautiful summer is now over,' he said.

'My summer began in Green Park,' she said.

'You made me smile,' she said.

'My summer is not yet over,' she said.

I sit here
crying with sadness...
the boys...
three now that have been in my classroom

Ghostly coursework files still on' My Documents' snugly sit on my computer screen

At
The building.

I suspect more will follow over the years...

I will take flowers on peaceful walks to their graves.

Swine flu has entered The Building...

I am off to the Land of The Pharaohs on Monday and nothing can step in the way...

Have had some contact with those affected, yet healthy and have no 'underlying health issues'

Favourite phrase from the government!

Tiredness has set in...

Three more early mornings....

My beautiful, freshly barbered boy, plays with water jets in the dark garden.

Thunder rolls in the curvy clouds.

Slow sultry song on the radio...

Pattering of timid rain above me on the conservatory roof...

I feel languid and linger over Jones...
Still.

It was so warm as she went to collect the children.

'Even my knickers are damp!' she said.

'I thought your knickers were always damp,' he said.

'Stop. I am giggling,' she said.

'I love it when you giggle,' he said.

It's taken a while...however, finally I have become a 'Featured Blog.'

Perhaps, there was little competition today!

I got tickets!!!!!

It will help the short dark and cold November days.

I have signed up to a...'swinging' site!!!

Why?

Well...
1. I am bored.
2. I am curious.
3. I am erratic.
4. I like to push the boundaries.
5. I am utterly naive.
6. I just fancied a little perusal!

Seriously, never have I done 'swinging' and ironically...I would not be doing it with a partner....

However..I have had a chat with a couple of well-informed people which has been interesting and enlightening. No flirting at all...just informative and friendly chat.

So..don't get all excited...it will never happen...I am just being naughty.

I am so tired. I have been too naughty. I watched too much porn last night...

I always start by saying to myself ...just five minutes, then I'll pop to bed.
An hour later!!!!!!!!

I need to try and be good.

I'm not very good at that!

Gliding lift doors and stale walls,
Bored female monotone telling her the doors
are closing -

In on her.

Doors opening and
for a moment,
she breathes the stale air.

She walks in,
she plays the game
she uses,
she wishes he abuses
just a little more

to the sounds of the motorway.

Sweat and blind imagination
she imagines him
over her.
His distant body
over her
as she writhes
and watches the clock.

She yearns for the smell of almond oil...
To feel heady
To feel...

Something.
Something soothing.
Something sensual.

Just something,
to the sounds of the motorway.

©Prettyintelligentprincess

Tomorrow.
Afternoon.

At a nearby Ibis...
(I am supposed to be elsewhere...some conference or other)

I feel rather removed and careless.

He will enable me to feel flesh on flesh...
I will feel the hands of a desperate man on my skin...

Yet I am desperate for the sex...the pleasure...the fuck.

He is some years older than I...in fact the oldest....but assertive.

Always playing golf and always on holiday...

Watch this space...his balls may not placate this course of urgency.

'Just now, I could really do with spending a long weekend with you,' he said.

'You must desire that greatly as you sent it twice,' she said.

'Only twice?' he said.

'If I sent a message every time I desired to spend a long weekend with you, your phone would melt,' she said.

'It already has,' he said.

Why are people so quick to forget?

He slept with a 13 year old boy...and others

He discussed it, even arranged it... openly at the Bashir interview...and showed the typical symptoms of actually not realising any wrong-doing. He said the children wanted it, welcomed it...

Contentious issue indeed and let's face it, having so much status can get you out of any predicament (or in it for that matter).

(Exactly how many super rich and/or celebrities are on death row in the US, compared with the poor who cannot afford a 'super lawyer')

Equally, having so much status makes you a target for blackmail.

Misguided?
Misinformed?
Mismanaged?

Imagine a lonely man who sleeps in his bed, in his one roomed flat on your local council estate.
He invites teenagers to spend the night with him, which he admits to...and he tells the police the children enjoy it as he is only sharing happiness and love.

It goes to court.

Would he be cleared?

Would you still be clamouring to attend his memorial service?

His funeral?

'It is warm, hot and humid,' she said.

'It is,' he said.

'All for the wrong reasons.' he said.

She sent him kisses and smiled as his kisses glimmered back.

From miles away.

Oh my God!

Max.

He returned just at the right moment...

Did you see that body underneath the straining shirt?
His voice and the wonderful Mancunian accent...oh...

I wonder when we will see him again.

Monday is approaching and I have arranged to 'meet' someone...for a few hours of fun.
Slight problem though; I feel absolutely no passion for him at all.

'So why go?' I hear you all mutter.

I need to feel possessed.
I yearn for some sexy delight.

Let's be completely honest shall we:

I want a bloody good fuck, no strings attached.

I shouted and yelled and was terrible.
Moments later, I apologised and hugged the sobbing boy.
His tears stained my suit.

The girl sobbed and turned away.

Later, she sat with her mother in the shade.
She listened and talked about growing up.
She knew she was an 'old' nine year old...

Smiling and hugging,
she listened to her mother saying sorry,
she felt the fragility

of her.

'Uterus'
'Eggs'
'Vagina'

all words from the nine year old girl...

Quiet wonder from the 40 Year old woman who listened
at last.

'I don't want to become grown up mummy'

She smiled and with silent tears, the mother replied,
'I don't want you to grow up at all...'

The first born still stretches your flesh and feeling
Still consumes
Still attached

to the invisible cord

of love.

The air is so heavy...

we are forecast another storm tonight...

Even houses were set on fire last night by the lightning!

Windows are open..the stillness pervades.I anticipate another short night!!!
The fans are on in the bedrooms...children now sleeping..

Listening to the noises outside..I can hear the night time noises I hear in Greece, Spain, Africa...the constant crickets...the insect night time noises...

It must be hot...

Last night...we had an apocolypse of a storm...deadly.
Frightening.
Loud.
Powerful.

3.30 the rumblings turned into crashes and bangs and clatters...
4.00am The rain travelled in waves towards the house.

Lightning so bright the house was brilliant white, haunting.

Never have I been so frightened in this country when listening to a storm...the windowsills vibrated, as did the floor. I waited for the house to implode...

Eventually, the marital bed was filled with a weeping 9 Year old daughter, a cowering 2 year old dog and a terrified long haired moggie...she's about 14.

My beautiful lively boy...slept throughout...deep in slumber...

I staggered to work today...shattered!!!