Ashling

I don't know how to start this post, I not even know if I'm taking the right desicion by restarting this blog.

Is there a reason for the lack of entries of the last month: on Thursday 13th I suffered a sexual agression. I was slaped and raped.

It's the first time since that day that I muster myself's courage and I tell that. And I can say that it hurts. A lot.

But I've made a desicion: I don't want to burst into tears anymore, I don't want to be a lost soul anymore... I just want to act and feel as always. I want to go back to my normal life, and this blog was a part of my life.

So here I am, ready to start posting again.

Sorry for the lack of updates but since I returned home I have a terrible flu... Now I understand why him hates his country's weather :(

I'm ready to Dublin:


See you on Monday!

At half past nine I was in a cafe, in front of his flat, waiting to see his wife and his daughter leaving the building. Ten minutes later I saw them and I've to say that they seemed happy. I drinked in one go my white coffee, I went to the lavatories to refresh my make up, I paid to the waiter and I headed towards his flat.

The door wasn't opened, but I've got a copy of his keys, so I opened it and I went directly to his bedroom. He was waiting for me: I found him laying on the bed, completely nude and already with an erection.

I droped my hand bag to the floor and I started to undo my dress's buttons, slowly, taking my time. When I finished I left the dress on the chair and I sat on the bed. He started kissing my back, from the lower back to the nape meanwhile he removed my red bra, setting free my tits to start pinching my nipples.

By then my tanga was extemerly wet, but he didn't take it off. He started caressing my clit over the lycra and I was so horny that I came only with his kisses and caresses.

He didn't let me time to recover: he took off my wet tanga and without hesiate he penetrated me. My pussy was more wet than ever, so his dick entered me perfectly, without any difficulty. Niether him nor me last to came and I've to say that it was a great orgasm, even better than the first.

It was early morning, so we could have had sex two or three more times, but we didn't. Instead of having more sex we talked about what we'll do next weekend in Dublin. For the moment we have decided that:

• We're going to run at Phoenix park (even if it's raining, you know, in Eire is always raining).

• We're not going to make love. (i.e: we're going to have sex)

• We'll try to go to the beach (we'll try to go to Skerries if we can borrow his sister's car).

• I'm not allowed to have sex with Eamon (why not? why not? snifff) *

• We'll go shopping (ie: I'm going to Grafton st. and O'Connel st. and he'll pay all my whims).

• He'll switch off his mobile phone and I won't be allowed to have internet connexion (Oh my God!).

• He'll carry my lugagge. (it'll be heavy)
  

• I'm not allowed to see Coronation Street (shit! he knows that I'm going to get hooked again).

• We'll take coffee from here (in Ireland coffee is like in United States, I mean, water with colouring).

That's all folks!



*I've to ask him if I'm allowed to have sex with them at the same time.