OOOh, she was wonderful! I had her 21/2 times and felt myself come alive each time, to a poitn wehere i started to giggle, them laugh with sheer abandonment. I was literally buzzing all over but i stil had my faculties afterwards:p

Before your minds go into overdrive, Dotty was a wonderful cocktail I had at a bar off Bond street on Saturday night! This is the night I managed only 3hrs of sleep and had to dash off to work again but what a night:yes:

My two flatmates are leaving London. One is actually getting on a plane this afternoon, Fuckwit is leaving next Satruday so they organised an impromptu drinks/dancing sesh via texts and I went over after work. I decided to hang out by theriver coz If i had gone home straight away I don't think i would have gone out again. Last week, with all the daily assignments had left me knackered to the bones. I met up with another friend who was invited and we did some window shopping on Oxf street before heading to the Loop just off Bond street.

The burly doorman asked if we were on the guest listv when we got there round 8pm(one of those bars). We weren't of course but saw the other girls sat at a corner and told him they were waiting for us. Next he wasn't sure if we were over 21yrs! naturally we laughed. How absurd. I don't think I looked anything but over 21 on saturday night;) but I guess it was a bit of a compliment. The guy was serious though and kept asking if we were sure. We had told him we were over 26yrs.

Another gilr who looked like a teen wasn't asked her age. I bet im older than her:). Anyway, we looked at the drinks menu, Long Island tea looked interesting but it's all in the name innit?:> When you get to the barman and order a drink, you should do it in a way that gets the message across properly and intimately and I thought Dorothy's orgasm was just the drink. I've had a screaming orgasm before(Im talking about a drink not one of my physical ones:)) ) and it was such fun ordering it. I went straight to the bar and said to the intimidated looking barman(might have been his first day):I'd like a screaming orgasm now, are you up to the task?:)) I wasn't even drunk then! I got it and it made my body scream, so there you go:p

Three of us shared the cocktail jug and when more guests arrived(people I've never met) and asked me what i was drinking, i told them in a husky, seductive voice: Dorothy's orgasm. Like i was stealing it from her. One girl was a bit naughty and we started to banter straight away. Meanwhile another girl arrived, rather harried and tres dramatic and launched into a tale of how her ex is trying to kill her. Well, she owes the dude £2000, lives in his cottage and is still stalking him a bit. Her boobs looked like they'd have a wardrobe mulfuction at any given time. They didn't but the po-faced guy next to her kept poking them. She didn't seem to mind, i was fascinated by the idea of them breaking free and them being free for all to view and touch.

After the cocktail, I had a glass of red which i took down to the dungeon. Ok it's a basement but it felt like i was descending into a dungeon. The dancefloor's there. the music was great and i got into my stride right away. Some guy with good rhtym clocked me and came closer till we had our little rhythm going on. Then he became too clingy like we were together for the night. I had to ditch him as he kept touching my ass. I was having none of that at that time but i was polite and just moved away. Later on a girl who was really working her body(she is either in hospital now or is limping for sure), came over to our group and screamed in my ear that her boyfriend hated dancing and so she came out by herself. Good for her. Guys were giving her the eye, one grabbed her and started gyrating with her so it's quite possible boyfriend is ex-boyfriend now;)

I kept looking at the time as I had to be up for work but the girls (and guys) wouldn't let me go. I danced a few times with a boy I know, we were really getting down. I suprise myself sometimes on how flexible I am. It doesnt matter what shoes Im wearing, I can go all the way down and come back up without breaking sweat. He asked me to jiggle my bum a la Beyonce and I indulged. I think he got a bit of a hard-on and he took my number coz he wants to go danicng again. This is someone whom when i met for the first time snottily told me his name is Mike,only those who know him call him Sam. Hah! he saved his name as Sam on my phone:))

Round 1am, I decided to go. Regrettable as I had gone from promising to stay for one drink to dancing to lots of songs. The DJ did get it wrong in parts like playing billyjean and some stuff from when i was a pimply 13yr old but overall it was all good. Got home at 2am, had a quick bath and was up again 3hrs later.

Dunno how i surved yesterday but i did. I declined another night out. I have priorities afterall, went to a friend's to crash-elarn some stuff on her computer for my assignment today. She did the course in french, couldnt help much and thoughts of her boyfriend in Iraq who is sort of having a mental breakdown out there(from his emails) was distracting her. I think i'll manage though, as soon as i'm done with this. My post got deleted a few mins ago:##

Flatmate is giving me her TV so I really chuffed. it's quite huge, not sure where i'm gonna put it and she'll take it up today before leaving for the airport.

What a weekend, I wish i could sleep now as I hardly slept last night and was getting cramps all over my legs.

Happy Monday guys:)