June, 2009

Dear Diary,

Liverpool. The name alone conjures up images of smoky pubs, football chants, and… him. Oh, Liam.

He swept me off my feet, quite literally, at that gig last weekend. Those eyes, the way he looked at me… I felt like I was melting. And the way he talked… on the phone, for hours. He paints such vivid pictures with his words, describing all the things he wants to do to me. My body tingles just thinking about it. Oh what he could do to me and how I would let him!

He’s older, experienced. He knows all the right things to say. He makes me feel desired, like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. He talks about exploring every inch of me, taking me to places I’ve never even imagined.

Of course, I know it’s all just talk. Men always do. They say all the right things to get what they want. But with Liam, it feels different. There’s a raw intensity in his voice, a hunger that scares me a little, but excites me more.

I can’t wait to hook up with him again, Kim will have a field day when I tell her!

I keep replaying his words in my head, the way he described… oh, forget it! I’m getting carried away.

I need to be careful. I need to keep my head screwed on. But… oh, Liam…

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Dear Diary, 

I had another dream last night, Bruce was in it, Mark was in it, and Aaron. What the fuck, it was dirty, so dirty that I can’t even bring myself to write about it. Oh to fall back to sleep at the same point I woke! Where is this coming from! [Woops, like all good diaries, some parts are not meant to be read- I’ve blocked this section out, nobody wants a spoiler!] 

There is certainly gratitude at work. Aaron’s arrival is better than a pay rise, it’s an orgasm in my sleep, it’s an invasion of my mind, well it’s an invasion of my privacy, I wonder if that’s a sackable offense, fucking a colleague in your sleep! 

Best not ask Eh!

Mark, shit Mark, must make an appointment. It’s been a while.

Speak soon

Love Jen xx