Oh yeah, i means being mowed down with a tongue:p.Before being mowed down( i have injuries to prove it, i attended my friend's wedding which went splendidly.She looked stunning at most brides do, for one horrifc moment she actually contemplated wearing "granny knickers", the idea being to hold in her stomach, and she wanted to wear tyhe dress withouta bra even though everything was measured with that particular sexy bra. Myself and her hairdresser put a stop to both ideas immediately.
They all said i looked pretty. It's amazing what a bit of makeup can do. I had on a bronze maybelline foundation(i never go out with foundation on), and i put on pretty eye makeup even a bit of blusher, so i guess i did turn head or so i was told.

The reception was held at a dainty chinese restaurant where we waited and waited for food. I actually started to wonder if a God existed when my hunger pangs intensified. Eventually the starter arrived, in drips and drabs. Nonetheless the food was great, i stuffed myself, enjoyed the wine(don't say anything, i had to toast the couple didnt i?. We all had to leave around 18:30 to make space for all the soppy valentine's dates who'd booked tables for two (clearly i hadn't booked a table for two anywhere so that's the green eyed monster coming out).

Anyway, I was innocently waiting for a bus home when a dashing(and short, in my view) young man came to ask for directions to a certain block of flats.It turned out the flats were right behind him and i duly pointed him in the right direction. He came back while i was still waiting and proceeded to compliment me on my looks and asking why my biyfriend hadn't taken me out. Ok, i've heard better lines than that inmy life but i was game. He asked me out for a drink, i told him i'd been drinking already but i went anyway.Why not? it wasn't af if i had to rush home to anything except my cold small cell of a room

So we went to a pub, had one drink, interesting conversation, he continued to lavish me with compliments and i told him he was lying but i would accept his kindness and then we left and went to his car. That was when my mouth god mauled and mowed. Seriously, i turned round to thank him, he started to say something and suddenly pounced!:p. I like to kiss, i thik i have documented that many times, but i don't understand peoplle who ram their tongue in your mouth aand go on and on relentlessly. whatever happened to teasing a littlebit and exploring gently?worst of all, he had stubble and i am so sensitive that it literally cut me. I realised this morning when my upper lip was swollen and very red and grazed and i think there was a little blood. I spent the whole day applying salve with aloe vera to soothe myself.

He was very turned on and my inhibitions werea a bit low as I let him grope me a bit and he guided my hand to his um...um thingy? It was very hard under the trousers. He told me i kissed wonderfully and i wanted to tell him to keep his tongue in his mouth. He then suggested we go back to his where we could be "more comfortable". The bastard! I said no, i had had fun but i was going home. jesus, you'd think he'd never kissed anand groped a girl before. Good thing i was wearing trousers, ghod knows where his hands could have gone;. He did get a hand under my sweater towards my boob. Like i said my inhibitions were low but i still had my senses. I wasnt about to go home with him.

He took me to the bus stop and sent a text later saying he enjoyed himself and he is still trying to calm his heart rate. I believed him. I had a nother franntic text for a meeting today, i made him sweat for over one hour and cooly said I wasn't avaliable, perhaps sometime next week. Let him sweat a bit, he deserves it, after all the injuries I have sustained, inflicted by him.

Talk about mbeing mowed down with a tongue:p