Placing my vibrator in my hand, he firmly pulled down my underwear and left one side hanging around my ankle. It was clear that Oliver had a very specific visual in mind. I felt him move to the side of the bed and watch me as I used the toy on myself. It was something I’d done many times before, but this time it felt different. This time it wasn’t just about me.
Hearing his trousers unzip and his breathing quicken, I slowly opened my eyes and saw him standing over me. Fucking hell, he was hard, he was close and he never took his eyes off me. I reached across and ran my left hand down his thigh and he moaned softly. Hearing him moan made every nerve in my body tingle. I was close too. Part of me wanted to demand he just stop and shag me but this wasn’t my game. In my game, wine would have been made available.
‘Fuck,’ he said, almost in a whisper. ‘Tell me when you’re going to cum.’
As I did, he came on my tits. And my stomach. And weirdly enough, a little on my elbow. Gross.
*
I had no choice but to shower again afterwards and he joined me, quietly repeating holy fuck over and over again.
I’m the best girlfriend EVER. Only two more sex jar requests to go and we’re done!
Thursday April 6th
Molly and I Skyped Mum this evening as she’d ignored my ‘Happy Birthday’ messages and Skype attempts over the past two days. I was beginning to worry.
‘Happy Belated Birthday! Where have you been?!’ I asked, like a total parent.
Mum laughed. ‘Dad took me to a fancy hotel. It was marvellous. They had a swing band playing; I think we’re going to take lessons. Hello, Molly darling! How are you?’
‘I’m good,’ she replied. ‘I can ride my bike now. With no stabilisers or anything!’
Mum clapped loudly and yelled to tell Dad, who popped his head into view of the camera. ‘Aren’t you amazing!’ he said proudly. ‘Maybe you can teach your mum how to ride. She was never really a fan of bikes when she was your age.’
Ah shite. Rumbled. Thanks,Dad.
Molly slowly turned her head towards me like a demonic doll. ‘You said you could ride a bike.’
‘I know,’ I replied guiltily. ‘I just didn’t want you to think Mummy was a loser.’
Molly giggled. ‘Don’t be silly. I’ll teach you. Then you’ll be a winner!’
I cuddled her and whispered, ‘I have you. I already am.’
Friday April 7th
I only get twenty days holiday per year and I’ve had to use five already for Molly’s second term break. Now I have fifteen days left and she still has a shitload of time off to come. Not to mention what I’d need for any family holiday that we might decide to take. Oliver will have to eat into his own allowance if I have any hope of making them stretch. I have no doubt that we’ll end up paying Maggie to watch Molly during the lengthy summer break, unless she goes away, in which case we’re screwed. Happy bloody Friday.
In other news, Lucy texted me to say that she’d overheard Dorothy talking about our new boss and he’s due to start on the 24th. They must have hired the skinny man. I hope he’s mentally prepared to take on our shit show of an office. I almost feel bad for him. Almost.
Saturday April 8th
Another rainy weekend but I took Molly to see a special showing of Sing-a-long Frozen at the theatre as I’d been given freebies at work. Turns out I knew more songs than I thought, much to Molly’s amusement, even dueting with her on ‘Love is an Open Door’ like a BOSS.
Knowing I had three tickets, Oliver made himself scarce, feeding me some bullshit story about having to work from home. If I checked his browser history right now, it’d tell a different story, I’m certain.
We got pizza for dinner on the way home and I put a very tired but happy girl to bed about an hour ago.
Must remember to dye my roots, I look like a badger.
Monday April 10th
We’re opening the sex jar again on Thursday. It’s Oliver’s turn and then that only leaves mine. To be honest, I’m absolutely in favour of keeping this as a part of our lives forever. It’s been very fun. For my last one, I chose ‘rough sex’ but after our hotel sex, I’m thinking I’ll need to change it. That was as intense and rough as it’s ever been. What else do I want? I’m guessing ‘let me sleep for twelve hours straight’ isn’t a sex request, no matter how arousing I find it.
Thursday April 13th
I know both Oliver and I are meant to be open, honest and non-judgmental with each other regarding sexual desires, but the moment I read his last request, that all went out the window. As he nearly did.
