Friday, February 10, 2012

10-Pound Challenge update

I've been a bit lax in my posts lately. The good news is that there is a lot of wonderful things going on in my life. I may actually start posting about them as well. A lot has changed since things ended with The Ex and since I landed myself in Bermuda's bed.

For the 10-Pound Challenge I have actually been really focused and my goal is to post once a week with an update.

At the moment I have not had time to add more exercise to my life, but that will come in a few weeks. I've been focusing a lot on diet.

When the challenge started I weighed 187lbs.

Monday February 6th my weight was 183.2!

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

I'm sorry? Can you repeat that one more time? Bad Boy round 3

I was stunned. I lay there just looking at him for a moment. Then I went cold. I'd only been single for 3 week and frankly Bad Boy was not someone I could ever see myself with. This was supposed to be just for fun. I thought he understood that.

Me: "Bad Boy, this is a one night thing. I don't want to be with you. I just wanted to have sex with you. That's it."

Then I started to get a bit angry. How dare he suggest this!

Me: "And for that matter, you dated my sister, there is no way I would be with you after that. Like at all!"

Bad Boy looked shocked. And then was really quiet. There was a very long, awkward silence.

Me: "I think maybe you should go now."

More silence.

Bad Boy: "Okay..."

Although the sex had been fantastic, things had gone from fun to WAY too serious in about half a second. After Bad Boy agreed to leave I called him a taxi and we waited in the front hall together silently.

When the taxi arrived I waved goodbye... and although Bad Boy has tried to contact me since, that was the last time I saw him and goodbye is the last thing I said to him.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

WOW! - Bad Boy round 2

I spent the bus ride home playing over all the different scenarios in my head. Fantasizing. Bad Boy and I had killer chemistry and I was feeling the thrill of doing something so reckless.

He was waiting at the bus station just like we'd discussed. After grabbing a taxi and making it home, we settled in to catch up over drinks. We talked, and we talked, and we talked.

Around 1am, and a few drinks in, I decided that it was time. I excused myself and I came back out in nothing but the lacy, red lingerie. His reaction was phenomenal. A mixture between complete and utter shock and wow. It was exactly what I was going for.

Bad Boy put down his drink and slowly got up and walked to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me. Exactly the same as when I was 14 years old, some things never change. The big difference this time was that I knew what I was doing and from that point on things moved rather quickly.

The lacy underthings didn't last very long and were left on the living room floor after Bad Boy rather enthusiastically took them off of me while we were making out on the couch. We somehow made our way upstairs to my childhood bedroom, Bad Boy's clothes were strewn all the way up the stairs and at the top of the landing.

We proceeded to have, which I still consider to this day, the best sex of my life. Part of why it was so fantastic was my mind-set. He was what I wanted and frankly I was angry. Angry at him. Angry at myself. Angry in general. And it showed. The other part was simply him. The boy KNEW what he was doing. Between throwing me up against the wall, trying on several new positions with me (!) and giving me three orgasms (WOW!) over the span of two hours, I was both very impressed and completely exhausted.

After our fun we both lay sprawled out on the bed.

Me: "You should totally be a porn star with moves like that."

Bad Boy: "I wish. Getting paid to have sex would be the best job ever but my cock isn't big enough."

Me: "You can't be serious!"

Bad Boy: "Yes, I am. Being a porn star would be great."

Me: "Bad Boy, I know you. I wasn't talking about the porn star comment. I was talking about the size comment."

Bad Boy: "I've looked into it and those guys are gigantic. My cock is big, but nowhere near as big as a porn star's."

Me: "Hm. I see." (Really I didn't)

We lay quietly for a bit, I was lost in my own thoughts.

Me: "So... what did you think? Was having sex with me what you thought it would be?"

Bad Boy after looking me up and down: "You're WAY better than I thought you would be. I'm shocked actually."

I gave him a small chuckle at that.

Me: "Worth the 10 year wait then?"

Bad Boy: "Uh, yes!"

I had to laugh at his reaction.

Bad Boy: "What about me?"

Me: "You are exactly as good as I imagined you'd be. I knew you'd be fantastic. As for waiting 10 years, I needed the time. Had we done this 10 years ago it wouldn't have been even half as good."

He looked a little surprised at my admission. We continued on this tangent for a bit laughing at and with each other over it all.

Bad Boy: "When can I see you again?"

Me: "What do you mean?"

Bad Boy: "Well, I really like you. I've always liked you and I think we should be together. When can I see you again?"