This is what happens when I sense a challenge. Mr. Man and I were out in the car together the other day. He drives a lot because of his work and thus classifies himself as a first class driver. He regularly eats while driving (how he managed a bowl of corn flakes is beyond me), rolls his fags etc while driving and boosted to me that he felt that he can do anything while driving.
When I joked that I bet if I started coming on to him he would have to pull over or make me stop he responded with ‘try me’. Well that was just like a red rag to a bull and so I started fondling around in the trouser area and then leaning over to give him a long hard sucking.
He pulled over! He says it’s because he couldn’t take full advantage of my body and he could have continued driving if he wanted to (yeah yeah!). We ended up driving to a secluded area where we continued the fun ending up with me being bent over the bonnet and having hot, passionate sex.
I have never enjoyed proving a point so much!
Other news is that I have started dancing again which is fantastic because I have missed having that release I get from dance. I hate the monotony of gym workouts and I am quite creative so it’s the perfect outlet for me. I am just not dancing at class though. If I am alone and the music is on then I am practising and thank god I have not been seen yet by either Mr. Man or neighbours (well I haven’t heard of any recent deaths from laughing so hard that they had a stroke) but I have stood on the cat and smashed my hand on the bookcase.
Kisses
Alana
