icon18I'm back on the pill again. My doc agreed with me that it was the best way to control my period pains. I stopped because I've got it into my head that I didn’t like being dependant on chemicals. Three days of severe period pains has persuaded me that I'm an idiot on this issue and should listen to what the nice clever doctor tells me and not try to second guess her!

As soon as the pain stopped I packed the car up and drove to London for the weekend. When my Mum died I stayed in touch with her boyfriend, Martin, and go and stay with him two or three times a year. He’s a lovely old bloke who lives in a huge Victorian house stuffed full of books, art and small yappy dogs. We generally spend the weekend doing cultural stuff around art galleries and walking the Yaps. I’m not into art that much but Martin is so knowledgeable that a visit to an art gallery changes from a tramp around looking at pretty pictures to a very entertaining day out!

I got home on Monday and found Mandy sitting in my flat with a spool of 50 CD-R’s recording half my CD collection! I’d left her a key although she’s so good at stalking I’m sure she has another way into my flat. I found out she’d been hiding out there since Saturday evening after having a huge bust up with her family in Wales. She’d driven back to Yorkshire but didn’t want to go home because she shares a flat with her sister and brother-in-law and the bust up had been partly to do with them.

I’ve offered her my spare room for as long as she wants it but she’s been offered a room with some student friends that she thinks she might take. I felt sorry for her but a little jealous that she has family to fight with! I’m also quite relieved that she’s not going to move in here. I think it’s because she turns up for sex fairly randomly and I find that exciting. If she lived here we’d have more sex but it would bore me!

Speaking of sex, I went to see my married mother of 2.4 children friend Jane on Tuesday afternoon. We were neighbours for a couple of years but she moved to a village a couple of miles away last year. Jane is married, conservative, mumsy and practical. It took me nearly six months to persuade her to go to bed with me and she was so stiff at first I thought it was all going to go wrong! After a lot of gentleness and patience she practically melted into my arms and let herself go. After the first time we had sex at least once a week (she used to schedule me in her diary!) for a couple of years and she turned into a bit of an animal in bed.

From what she told me about her relationship with her husband it saved them from a divorce too. I made her throw out all her boring, comfortable underwear and buy some sexy stuff and buy some sex toys. I also got her to think of some fantasies then suggested she tell her husband about them. Her husband knows about me but we’ve never met each other. Jane tells me he doesn’t want to meet me and pretends I don’t exist although he acknowledges my responsibility for the change in his wife! I know it doesn’t justify me having an affair with a married woman but it made Jane feel better.

I’m sure he was relieved when Jane and I stopped seeing each other when they moved. We kind of drifted apart in the end because we could only see each other during the day and we both got full time jobs in the same month. Then they moved away and I lost touch for 18 months or so before bumping into her walking around the supermarket.

As this coincided with my break up with Vicky I went home with her and we spent the afternoon catching up and had a very quick but satisfying shag before I left. She was still with her husband and they are getting on better than ever before especially now their two kids were older (I have no idea what they’re called or what age they are. I’m pretty sure they’re both girls though!) I went round on Tuesday expecting lunch and a chat but Jane dragged me off to bed and did nice things that made me go all wibbly. I then returned the favour and found that Jane had developed a couple of new fetishes involving her bottom since we last saw each other. She confessed to shagging (her term was ‘making love to’) two other women since we split but nothing serious or lasting. She wants to keep seeing me and I have no objection to that so long as it stays as casual as it was before.

Hmm, this Blog has gone in directions I didn’t expect it to go. Still, that’s what it’s supposed to do isn’t it? I keep noticing my use of the word casual to describe my relationships with girlfriends. I had a long discussion about relationships with Martin over the weekend and he told me he thought I was afraid of commitment. Like I need an amateur psychologist to tell me that!

Lucy
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