12th FebruaryI bought James the most amazing present today. Had to nip out at 11.00 to Bond Street to get it. It wasn’t worth wasting a lunch break on, and James might have got suspicious if I made an excuse to miss our ‘fun time’ together. Thank god I can come and go as I please at work. It’s not as if the boss is going to tell me off lol, and nobody else dares. They are perfect for him. Ivory cufflinks, with a small, subtle ‘£’ etched into the pearly square. He’s going to love them. However big and flashy his wife’s present is going to be, there’s no way she’s going to top mine. I noticed him admiring them in the window on one of our extended lunch breaks when we were walking to the Halcyon. He loves how thoughtful and observant I am. I’ll let him reward me between the sheets in our favourite room at the H if he’s good. Anyway, he’s currently extremely pleased with me. I subtly reminded him that Valentine’s Day was coming up when I told him I’d ordered his wife a dozen red roses. He was chuffed. The gorgeous fool didn’t have a clue that I had chosen the most cliched present in the world. Men are so obvious. And I get a perverse pleasure out of ordering his ‘love’ gifts for her. He’s just grateful that he doesn’t have to remember, so I get brownie points and the reward of his delicious cock to suckle on as I’m kneeling under the big shiny desk in his office. She just gets some thorny roses as a token of his um, regard. Anyway, enough about the Dumpy One, as I like to call her. It’s possible that she’s not dumpy at all. Knowing James, she’ll be some trophy wife, beautiful, vapid, an ornament to hang off his arm. I like to fantasise that she’s let herself go, a foolish frump staying at home to raise his perfect children, spending the day in an ugly grey tracksuit, stuffing her face full of ice cream on the sofa. But judging by the credit card bills that I creatively expense for him each month, it sounds like she knows how to take good care of herself. But let’s not go there. Whatever she’s like, he still chooses me. He can’t resist me. I take care of all of his needs, and I know that despite a wedding band and a legal Ankara bayan escort document, it’s me he couldn’t live without. It’s me that he drools over, my luscious body wrapped in my tiny skirts and low-cut blouses, as I totter around the office teasing him with a glimpse of my lace stocking tops. Me that he forgoes important business lunches so he can lie between my legs and taste my sweet honey. He’s addicted to our illicit lunches, frantic and thrilling as he pulls the clothes from my body, desperate to paw at my succulent breasts, to push his hard, throbbing cock inside my wet, willing cunt.I can’t decide whether I prefer fucking him in the office or at the H. There’s something yummy about the H, with its expensive, plush interior, the pretty receptionist smiling in recognition at us, as we check-in for our regular fuck sessions. I do enjoy booking by the hour, and we always have a giggle when I telephone her to make our reservation. James always thinks it’s spontaneous like somehow, he’s making the decision. He has no clue that rooms are not always miraculously available at a hotel like that. But that’s James for you. He thinks everything is so easy. What’s easy is manipulating him. He’s adorably clueless.There is something about fucking in the office though. Knowing everyone outside of the closed blinds knows exactly what we are doing. The men’s cocks growing hard when they think about his hands travelling over my body, imagining the sound of my moans and whimpers as he presses his huge cock inside me. And I know the women are glancing surreptitiously, imagining how my body is being ravished, how he is feasting on my gorgeous, ivory flesh. My stiff little nipples pointing to attention as he sucks on them. So illicit, so wrong, and yet they are all helpless to complain. Jealous fools, pathetic in their envy and feelings of inadequacy. Thinking about that alone makes me wet. Speaking of wet, I certainly am, and it’s a shame to go to waste. I’ll stop writing now and put my fingers to better use, stroking my soft, wet pussy in anticipation of what tomorrow will bring. 15th Escort bayan Ankara FebruaryI know, I know I promised myself I would write every day, but I’m a busy girl. When James gave me this diary at Christmas and had written in it ‘Diary of a Special Girl’ I promised myself I would fill it with special things. But I live an exhausting life. It’s not that easy being this fabulous and pleasure-filled you know. I’ll write when I can, when I need to. You’re lucky I’m writing at all tonight. I’m just in from another night out with that mad, cocktail-sinking, cocktip-lapping, crazy fool Ange. I just adore Ange. She’s my perfect partner in crime, both in and out of the office. She gets me completely. In fact, she’s probably the only female in the world that does. It’s been a pretty good ‘Wifetime’, which is my and Ange’s naughty nickname for a weekend. Spent the day shopping in our favourite boutiques. The ones with all the wicked clothes. Ange is my ideal shopping buddy. She always pushes me to buy the more outrageous items, the ones that are cut low, revealing the curve of my breast, sometimes barely avoiding my nipples popping out. Skirts so short, I’m forced to wear knickers to avoid everyone seeing my bare bottom (not always though – oops). Today she purchased a pair of thigh-high boots that looked ridiculously sexy. I couldn’t decide whether it made her look too much like a ‘madam’ but there was no way I was saying that out loud.Ange likes to tempt and tease even more than I do, prides herself on being a total slut, and I’m slightly relieved that she’s not completely faithful to Graham. I’m not really sure what she sees in him. He’s not even that nice a person, a bit of a bully really. An arrogant, ugly fool, that’s totally full of himself. I sometimes wonder whether she actually enjoys sucking what I can only imagine is a tiny cock sticking out from under that portly beer belly. I expect it’s his credit card that is so attractive, he being the finance director and all. But he’s one of James’ best mates, so I shouldn’t be so cruel. I’m just grateful that my James has such Bayan escort Ankara a lithe and athletic body. It should be. I know exactly how much he spends on personal trainers at that flashy gym he goes to. Maybe I should nudge Ange to sign up Graham to an early heart attack exercise programme too.Ange and I had a good laugh about the boring weekend James and Graham must be having with their “trophy” wives. They were attending some charity gala. I know this because I was the one that made the donation on behalf of the company. As we were giggling about how much they must be missing us, these two creeps wandered over to talk to us. They bought us drinks, so that was ok, but I didn’t like the way the shorter one kept staring at my breasts. Didn’t he know I was spoken for? Ange didn’t seem that fussed and after a couple of drinks was all over the taller one. At one point she disappeared with him. Knowing Ange, she probably went off to blow him in the toilet, that’s her usual trick, I know better than to ask nowadays. That left me a bit bored, to be honest. I just started ignoring short gropey guy, trying not to think about blow jobs. That wasn’t so easy. James and I hadn’t managed to get to the H at lunchtime yesterday, so I had to hastily cancel the reservation at the last minute. The receptionist wasn’t too pleased with me, being Valentine’s Day and all. James wanted to leave work early, so he satisfied himself with a hasty face fuck in his office. There wasn’t even enough time to remove any of my clothes and show him my special Valentine’s Day sexy lace bra and G-string as he pushed me to my knees and unzipped his fly. I think he thought he was giving me a treat as he pushed his cock deeper into my mouth, his hand in my hair as he pushed my head closer to his groin. My chin was rubbing against the soft hair on his balls as I felt his thick, pulsing cock reaching the back of my throat. I gagged slightly; I really must practice my gag reflex. I can never work out if gagging is sexy or not. James certainly seems to like it, as he roughly fucked my throat, grunting, muttering that I was his desperate, horny slut, his gorgeous, sexy whore. Eventually, with a loud groan, he came and I felt his load slide down the back of my throat. I sometimes wonder if my gag is his trophy for using his special one so roughly. I do love to be his trophy. Next time I see her, I must remember to ask Ange if gagging is a thumbs up or thumbs down.