I’ve not been blogging for quite some time now. I guess I’ve not had much to say. The fling with Dino ended in a puff of disappointment with his  grand promises of treats galore becoming nothing more than an opportunity for him to let me down repeatedly. I wasn’t too surprised, his wife had left him for good reason after all! It was a good chance to relish my feelings of princessiness by walking away from the situation.

There’s been one or two encounters since then, but nothing worthy of note.

Except Blondie.

Oh Blondie!

He is pretty damn gorgeous, but of course not without strings! (Why is this crap never easy?!) I met him quite a while back, late last year, at a kinky social. And again at the same event the next month, and the one after that. It’s true I was very attracted to him, but I didn’t really give it much thought beyond that. A little social rummaging and the few conversations we had made it quite clear that he had a penchant for submitting to women – not really my bag given that I like a nice, powerful man that will strike terror and lust into my being simultaneously.

He’s also got one heck of a reputation. This guy gets around. A lot. I’m aware that I’m not exactly a snowy white virgin but I try and have some discretion. No such concern for Blondie, although I am impressed by how few people he’s managed to piss off with his loose ways. We danced around each other a bit, and I employed an unprecedented level of self-restraint by not sleeping with him, and making it very clear that I had no desire to become a notch on his bedpost. I have to admit he was the perfect gentleman in that respect, and it’s an approach that seems to have paid off, we date regularly, and I am definitely in a different category to the other people he fools around with.

Hold up though – other people. Yep, not my favourite situation at all. Blondie knows this, one of the reasons we get on so well is that we can be honest with each other – I can say exactly what I’m thinking. I don’t know if this is because he’s the first man I’ve met in a long time that has empathy, or if I’ve just hit an age where I can no longer be bothered hiding how I really feel. Either way, I get to be upfront which is pleasant.

There’s more stories to tell about my forays with this latest man on the scene, but for now I will just continue to wage war with my internal Duncan Bannatyne who keeps wanting to declare “I’m out” as walking from this deal would suck  – he’s far too beautiful!