One of my best friends came round to cheer me up after the horrible experience of seeing a newborn baby on Thursday. We had a few bottles of wine and a chinese banquet and watched romcoms that were bordering on chickflicks but he didn't mind. We ended up getting cosy on the sofa and I turned my phone off after ignoring one call from the boyf. As it was late, I invited my mate to stay over, and we both hopped into bed with PJs on and cuddled up and went to sleep. Now, this friend of mine is someone who I used to sleep with on a regular basis over a couple of years, but there's been no sexual activity for quite a while now. I know he still wants to sleep with me every now and then but I'm not tempted enough to do anything about it.

So, in the morning we both got up and went to work, and when I looked at my phone I realised that the boyf had been messaging me and wanted to know why I hadn't been in touch all night. As I was feeling a lot better I rang him telling him that I couldn't wait to see him and I hoped he'd had a good night in work. He sounded a bit off but didn't say anything, even though when I told him my mate had come round he asked if he'd stayed over and I said 'no'.

Later that morning, he texted, asking again if my mate had stayed over. This time I was getting a bit fed up with him being suspicious all the time, so I told him the truth. A wonderful argument ensued via text whereby he accused me of being able to do all sorts if I'd been ok lying to him about my friend staying over. Almost broke it off with him there and then, but we agreed to meet that night and discuss it. Well, I'm rubbish at face to face conflict, and when I saw him he looked so wretched and told me that he'd felt ill all day at the thought of me fooling around with another guy, that I had to feel sorry for him. I've realised over the course of this weekend just how much he loves me and although I don't feel the same, I think its worth putting in a bit of extra effort to see if I can be happy with him.

Anyway, once we'd sorted everything out (and I apologised cos from his point of view I'd spent the night with another man and purposefully ignored him) we had fantastic sex - he amazed me by lasting considerably longer than usual and though his tongue and finger action still needs a bit of work, he took me to the brink several times, which in my book is good as I never usually enjoy myself even though I occassionally come. I don't get how that works - when I've been escorting I can make myself soaking wet and guys tell me they love it when I come so much, but I don't really feel anything. I wonder if I've desensitised my pussy....

Saturday morning was spent in bed having lots more sex - I finally got him to pass his A-Levels (wink wink Madame Libs) which he enjoyed thoroughly, and has made him a lot more open to other sexual experiences. He might not like the fact that I have done more than him and have far more experience, but he has to accept that I'm usually right when it comes to the bedroom department and he should just do what I tell him!!
In the afternoon I went and got my nails and hair done as I felt I deserved a treat, and then got ready to go to work. Nobody came into the club til after 10pm, which meant that my commission went up to £60, which sucks big time. However, I seemed to be a hit with the guys, and managed to rip off a couple of suckers, so that by 2am I'd made double what the other girls had. One of my friends had been out partying all night and day after work on Friday, and started getting a nasty reaction to the pills she'd been taking. By 2.30am we'd had to call an ambulance for her and as most of the girls were off there tits on pills and beak and drinking, and the ones who were more sober refused to leave as the club was busy, it was down to me to take her to hospital. 

Now then, a bit of a rant: the poor girl ended up going on such a bender because she's just split up with her boyfriend who's a nasty piece of work and is now threatening to kill her, take his gang round to her mum's house, pin her down and rape her, AND she thinks she may be pregnant with his child, which he's threatened to 'stab right out of her tummy'. No wonder she OD'd. Yet when we got to hospital, the nurses labelled her as a typical dumb blonde stripper who doesn't know any better and treated her and myself with little respect. If they'd've bothered to ask her how it happened, I'm sure something would have been logged somewhere about this dickhead who obviously terrorises young and vulnerable women. However, we were abandoned in a cublicle for hours and told that she wasn't allowed to go to the toilet because of her condition, and we'd have to wait for a commode. It never showed up and she was about to wet herself so I had to smuggle her out of the ward and ask a porter to help us take her to the toilet. I got home at about 7.30am after her mum arrived at the hospital, and spent the day in bed with the boyf, who I'd refused to let go to work cos he'd been up all night worrying about me and was exhausted and still a little drunk from the night before.

So last night was spent with movies and wine and nibbly yummy food and lots of cuddling. I'm going to make a conscious effort to stop my cheating ways and attempt to be the girlfriend he wants. He's explained how he feels about me and I want to feel the same about him. I think given time and effort on both our parts we could maybe be truly happy with each other. I'm just gonna have to take each day as it comes and try to behave myself and not be led astray by other hunks who stumble across my path. (Is there a reason why monogomy sounds so much like monotony??)

Any yet........my friend is sorting out some celebrity escort work for me - I already have two minor clebs who are eager to meet up with me. It's not cheating if it's work, right???