I got told off a bit this morning. Beloved feels uncomfortable about me slagging him on my journal. Funny, he doesn't complain when I say how wonderful he is, how I'm falling for him or what an amazing shag he is. Cheeky bugger. So I'm not going to change my journal, there's enough I've left out for his benefit already. Really does my head in.

Talking about amazing sex, god last night was fantastic. Sorry about this Dumbledore, I feel like I'm really rubbing it in!! But your time will come too girl, I didn't have sex for a year and then 9 months so I do understand. Anyway! Last night was so amazing I had six, yes SIX orgasms in a row. Didn't think it was really possible. I am SO lucky to have such a talented and considerate lover. I really should hire him out, I'd make a bomb. He wants me to get my nipple pierced, cool!

Bloody hell, Robert Palmer's dead. 54 years old. God that scares me, my Dad is 53. Then again, RP probably did coke for about 20 years, or was an alcoholic or something. My Dad couldn't be more clean living. Never drank or smoked, I've only seen him drunk twice in 28 years. Chill Lou, chill. It's their faults, the bastards, they were saying all this stuff about if they don't make it back from Australia - if there's an accident or plane crash. I'll deal with that if it happens thanks! I'd be so well off but who gives a shit?

Anyway that's my comment du jour for now. I'm off to take some painkillers for the fucking period pains (couldn't you tell my the outbursts yesterday?!)

Hugs,

Lou xxx