With a little help from Mr Pieces, last night I found most of my old 20six blog which I deleted last year.
I had started off looking for something in particular, but as was inevitable, I got sucked into reading a lot of my old posts.
The old blog covers from early 2004 up until about the end of 2006, beginning of 2007. That’s a lot of blogging, a lot of entries and a hell of a lot of my life. Three relationships, one heart wrenching break up, one very messy public break up, a spiral into binge drinking and depression and finally being chased out by The Boys ex….
So, most of it wasn’t very comfortable reading! Which is the main reason why I deleted it, far too much in there that I’d prefer not to think about. Violent mood swings, from deliriously happy to simply blogging “this is the most drunk i have ever been. and the most sad.” That’s not mentioning the awful flirting, cringe worthy declerations of feelings for people and posts like the one about how the snow made me cry all day becasue it reminded me of a better time.
All in all, I’m pretty glad it’s not ‘there’ any more for me to read back on, I’m shocked now that no one, especially not me, realised what a terrible state I was in.
But one thing came out of it, and this is especially for Mr Hoverfrog:
(those of you who aren’t familiar with my 20six blog, please don’t be disturbed by what you find below, it was a different me in a different time, but sometimes it’s nice to remember)
Saucy Friday – on a Thursday
18 August 2005 at 23:51
Wild Wild West
It was hot as she sat by the side of the road…..sweat was running down the small of her back. She’d never hitchhiked before but she was sure that the killer heels would help, after all she wasn’t wearing much else, her hair and t-shirt still wet from the thunder storm, she carefully crossed her legs and waited…….
After a while she heard the distant rumble of an engine…tanned legs unfolding as she stood up, her nipples erect from the breeze rippling through her wet top, her long hair flowing behind her. The motorbike screeched to a halt sending dust into the air.
Shiny chrome. Dusty leather. A hot engine. He came towards her, tall and powerful, muscles rippling under his shirt…..He pulled her to the side of the road and pulled her close kissing her roughly…his shirt undone, his body hot…he pressed her against his bike leaning her back over it so she was arched into him.
She was dizzy, it was too hot…..her head was spinning and she felt him push his hand up under her top. A car door slammed and she felt his weight shifting off of her. She struggled for breath as she got up, there was shouting and someone helped her up…
She walked towards the car wanting to sit in the coolness rather than ride on the back of the bike.
As the bike drove off she looked up at the man standing next to her….leaning casually on his Mustang, gleaming red in the sun…..he was looking at her, his eyes travelling to her wet t-shirt and all the way down her body taking in every inch of her as she climbed into the car….
She turned and smiled at him, his top slung over the drivers seat, perspiration sliding down his chest to his stomach…..
she trailed it with her finger following it down to the waist of his trousers. she slowly unbuttoned his jeans and bending to lick his stomach her tongue travelling lower and lower….
He moaned with pleasure his hand sliding down her back as she leant over him. … watching her moving slowly up and down as she looked up at him….
Licking. Sliding. Writhing. Gently scratching his chest as she straddled him….. pressing against him their bodies hot…Groaning. Feeling. Teasing…
Biting. Sucking. Kissing. Gasping as she closed her eyes, her head thrown backwards as he grabbed onto her waist…Bucking. Grinding. Shuddering….
Fulfilled. Pleasured. Wanting more they climbed into the back of the car…she looked over her shoulder at him as he pulled her close…
Have a good Saucy Friday everyone!!!!