I'm comfort eating, and I feel good about it.

Friday started with a big hug, getting off the train and being all mean to each other, trying to hide the emotion of being so happy we could of died there and then.

Taxi to Steves.

Got into the flat, Suitcase down, kisses, kisses and hugs and love, over and over.
Drinks outside, cigarettes and love.
Bed. Sex. Cuddles.

He met my mum on saturday, all nervous and excited all at once. She loves him, thinks hes so good for me. We met Charlie and Matt, us girls went shopping, Ann Summers for fun. Handcuffs and body lick.

We all went back to Steves. Had a bit of party, drank barely anything, One hour naps, love, sex, cuddles. Trying to be quiet and failing.

Sunday, spent lazing around drinking, talking, eating.
Me and Steve cuddled up. Love. Sex. Talk.

The whole week is pretty much like that.

Thursday. Bumsex lines, cackling and talk about dildo's. Loved that day, was so nice to meet the famous Lou.

Spent friday and saturday cuddled up with each other wishing the week to never end.

I still do.

I can't wait to go back home to the Walmley Road.
I wish I was there now.