Field report

Well I promised i'd dish and hipmama is not the place for the shy and retiring so here goes; yesterday night I met my fella off the bus and walked up a big hill with him to his empty house. It was really hot and I was wearing black harem pants , a white vest and this really soft grey jersey vest layered together and tied at the side to show a little slither of tanned belly and high heels plus i had just had my hair done by this genius person and I smelt like coconut. I recieved many appreciative looks and comments from the men folk of liverpool on my way to meet and the ultimate compliment; men with their women look decidedly and definitely AWAY cause they knew if they got caught looking there would be hell to pay! HA ha

We got to the house and sat on the couch and he started kissing me so softly that within secounds I was going crazy THEN he started blowing all over me my neck, my collar bone, my ear, my lips. I was loosing my mind! He was saying all this great stuff like l love you, you're gorgeous, i want you, and then some more dirty, gritty stuff and then he basically carried me up to his bed!

I will now draw a vale over the proceedings but I will offer the following tidbits;
-we did not have pentrative sex
-despite our alternative mode of transport I reached my destination (a lot) more than once
- the neighbours sure as hell knew about it
-the heels stayed on!

wishing you all a sexy weekend
love meds