Christmas is coming

Should I be getting excited that I've been officially invited to the pub's Christmas Eve brunch by Richard? Yes. Of course there will be people that will look at me and think I'm some sort of stupid tart trying to get something out of Richard before running off. Which is only half true. What Richard gives, he does so willingly! This wonderful attitude has made it possible to explore many fun activities with him, knowing that he won't take me for granted.

Desk sex has become such a cliche, with all this boss-employee, teacher-student themed porn fantasies all over the place. I've had my fair share, whether at school or University, and now the 'boss desk' has been ticked off the list too. Admittedly there are problems with this scene:

1. Hard desk very hard on knees

2. Papers covering desk are slippery

3. Knocking things off desk always draws attention from someone in the hallway

4. If you don't have a particularly wide desk, girl will potentially fall off slightly in the middle of hard thrusting.

Tricky tricky.

Actually speaking of desks I found the email address of an old literature tutor from Uni and tried it to see if he was still alive (not because I thought he might have literally died but because he just stopped talking to me one day). He did reply, he said all was well and that he'd returned to the UK for work and thought of me occasionally. He had of course had other students since me, his wife either still ignorant or happy that he was occupied and not bothering her. It was nice to touch base. Watching Californication sure brings up memories of this time when I was 19. Nothing as clever or obvious as that of course, seeing he taught modern global literature, and though there were often sexual topics in our books, they weren't discussed terribly much.

Fucking a tutor is a very good way to get out of hanging out with University boys, unless of course those boys are your genuine friends. But they were usually out chasing their own boys or girls during free periods or lunch hours. Even though the office is usually a tiny, dark closet with one window, having a personal haven on campus is wonderful. Sometimes if the weather is too cold I skip afternoon classes to go home to my apartment rather than bother staying out. But that semester I had a key to his office so with two coffees I'd let myself in, sometimes waiting, sometimes not. He probably could have done without the distraction, because he'd usually have stacks of assignments to read or notes to compile for classes, but instead it would be me on the desk making a mess of everything as I made room for hands and knees or me curled up under the desk, head under a coat draped across his lap in case anyone poked their head in his door without knocking. If you genuinely care about your man, you will give him a lovely drawn out blow job under his desk! And to make up for making a mess of his office, I would always swallow it all down, so there would be nothing to clean up. Except me.

Always keep extra pairs of panties in your satchel.

Hm. There I was about to expound on lovely desk sex with Richard and I veered off topic into dirty memories. Must try and focus on the present. Probably need to eat.