Dirty Filthy Sex

As usual, the complications continue… something that I’ve not told you is that since Tim text me the other day asking me to stay with him, he has been texting me nearly every day. I have been really good though and haven’t led him on in any way, shape or form. Except today, I think I officially crossed the “friends only” line.
Let me put it this way… I am very proud of my boobs. They are au natural, home grown etc… When I was 16 I was flatter than road kill, they then grew from a double A to E cup within the space of a year, I kid you not! And then the following year they continued to grow up to an F! So believe me when I say, I am proud of my home grown lovelies!!!
Tim - “So how are Britain’s best boobs?”
Me - “They are fine thank you but will be better when I put the weight back on!”
Tim - “What size are they now?”
Me - “D at the mo”
Tim - “Nice and what were you?”
Me - “F was the biggest”
Tim - “Wow, and the rest of you?”
Me - “8”
Tim - “Wow”
I always love shocking people with my dimensions, I know that I have a good figure, but never really show it off. Clothes shopping is not my strong point… lingerie shopping on the other hand, I should have a degree in!

Tim wasn’t the only complicated matter today, there was also Lou. It was gone midnight so I thought it had been another day with no contact which I was fine with. I could have an almost clear conscience for the day. He texted me a simple friendly message asking if I was awake, informing me that Jennie was in bed asleep and how was the leg doing.
Me - “Leg is doing well thanks except for the bandage slowly turning into a plaster cast! The bleeding has just about stopped now so that’s good. You ok?”
Lou - “Yeah I’m good. Alone thinking about you, feeling horny. You must be due on soon.”
Lou has a thing for real dirty sex including periods and golden showers. Sex whilst on a period I can just about do as that is when I am at my horniest! Any more than that is a no go for me. I don’t see the appeal in it, I struggle to pee in front of someone, let alone on them! And having someone piss on me? No thank you, that’s just gross and I do have some class! You’d have to pay me a pretty hefty sum to get me doing something on that level! Now there’s an idea for some quick cash. Sick pay isn‘t all it‘s cracked up to be…
For nearly two hours Lou and I were chatting for. Me trying to keep it friendly as I was absolutely shattered and couldn’t summon the energy to play from anywhere, and Lou desperately trying to turn it to filth!
He was begging me for a photo so he could see my red river in full flow, he really wanted to see me pulling a tampon out (I know, he’s a strange one). I sent him one of my juicy pink lips (and complimentry string) to keep him sweet and made my excuses for not sending the more explicit version. I explained to him that my crutches would wake mum up as I hobble to the bathroom to get a fresh tampon and said to him that I would guarantee I make it up to him on Monday (if he comes over). Finally a good thing about having a broken leg!
He asked if there was any chance he could come over tomorrow so that he could sort me out, however I had to decline as mum would be home most of the day. I told him it would have to be Monday or nothing as I needed to be on a bed so that my leg could be fully supported and mum would be out at work. I really don’t think that my leg would be ready for standing sex nor being bent over the car!
Lou then said he would definitely be over on Monday but it would have to be after 12 as he’s taking the car to the garage. He went onto say that if I was still on he would lick me dry and give me a deep tongue fuck as well as trying many different positions now that my leg is free from the cage!

Now, do I make an effort Monday morning, tidy the house up and make myself look pretty, or is he going to stand my up for the umpteenth time?

Place your bets now!