Chapter 1
Monday 1st July 2019
Today I swiped up Bea. We decided against coffee and instead went to my flat. I asked her if she minded a little adventure. She asked me what for an adventure. I set the dildo with its shiny leather straps on the bed and she blushed magnificently. Within five minutes I was riding in her dainty slick.
Bea has the most delicious red crinkly hair. She also has a pukka body which is as pale – almost luminescent pale – as you will find anywhere in the whole of Lizziedom.
At one point I shifted Bea on to her knees and the dear girl spattered my thighs! Yours truly has been paid a ton of compliments, but I have never had a woman spatter me before. Afterwards, the precious girl revealed a whole bunch of stuff. Apparently, she used to go out with someone who called it her ‘spitting giraffe.’ I upped and asked her if it happens every single time (to my horror, I nearly said ‘work’ every time). Bea explained that it only happens after long bouts of celibacy. Notwithstanding her sweet natured self, the poor unfortunate creature has not had sex for a full six months! How do people like her do it - or not do it? There are days when I can barely last six hours. Still, I congratulated her on her amazing gift (and one which almost feels akin to sorcery).
It seems appropriate that someone so very nice is tricked out in that way. However, I wanted to know from her if it was likely to occur with every intimacy - of whatever gaudy kind. The embarrassment bloomed up from the centre of her being. She looked so murderously sweet. After a pause, she gave me the tinkle of a smile and said, “maybe.”
I decided to play it straight and asked if I needed welder’s goggles for what I also like to do. The luscious creature afforded me a feeling nod. A minute later I was licking that lovely scrunch of red hair (but doing so with mild trepidation).
The moment she cut free, I immediately rushed off to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. There was a luscious wad hanging off my eyelids! The rest of my face was fairly stippled with the stuff. It made her laugh when I told her I looked like the plasterer’s radio.
