I arrived home to find Sally, the very quiet young lady who occupied the rented flat above mine, frantically searching through her handbag for the key that would allow her to gain entry and the safety of her abode. It turned out that Sally’s niece had been playing with her keys earlier in the day and had removed her front door and flat keys, just leaving her car key on her key-ring. Sally was visibly relieved when I told her she didn’t have to drive 210 miles back to her parent’s house. Sally could sleep on my sofa tonight. It would be quite straight forward getting a set of spare keys from the flat agency in the morning.
The Saturday after being de-flowered by my gracious and gentle lover Frank, after the Bowie gig, I was still on cloud nine. I was still a little confused and in self-denial regarding my sexuality. Buoyed by the still beautiful weather and my newly found sense of confidence, I visited a local church fete that was selling second hand items. I had hoped to add to my wardrobe. On entering the hall however, I found it held very disappointing prospects regarding finding any bargains, or anything worth buying for that matter.
As my Aunty Chris lived and worked nearly 200 miles away I hadn’t seen much of her as I was growing up. My mum’s younger sister was everything my mum wasn’t. It was great to have the pleasure of her company and to hear the tales of her exploits as our family re-acquainted over dinner.
I sat through the 30 minute performance for a second time. The grubby theatre’s matinee crowd for a Wednesday afternoon was indeed quite sparse. The first time I had visited the this off-off-off Broadway mini-theatre to watch this entertaining burlesque re-enactment of a 1920’s Weimar tavern musical has been last Saturday evening, where quite a crowd had gathered to witness this entertaining spectacle.
My morning glory greeted me again with its familiar, throbbing urgency as I attained consciousness on this glorious Tuesday morning. Mindlessly pumping my cock furiously in attempt to give myself some relief was my first instinct, as usual. I judiciously set about my regular post-hibernation wank.
“Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth you pull on your finger, then another finger, then your cigarette…”