I tell you what, nothing makes me masturbate more than trying not to! It’s only been less than a week and now I’m feeling like I want to rub myself up against the nearest tree, lamppost or even vaguely attractive commuter on my way into or home from work.
Also, a new guy joined at work who looks quite nice. He’s called Tim and I think he’s a little younger than me, but not much. I was only briefly introduced to him and I saw him glance at my blouse (which, of course, was slightly unbuttoned) so hopefully he’s single. Or maybe I can just have a good flirt with him. To be honest, anything goes at the moment. The strange thing was he asked me if we’d met before because I looked familiar and I’m as sure as can be that we haven’t, but he seemed really convinced that we had. Maybe my memory’s going in my old age.
Ha has also decided on a costume for me tomorrow night. Apparently I’m to be a zombie, so all I need to bring to work is an old night-dress, and she says the older the better because they’ll be ruining it in the name of authenticity before we go around to her friends place for eight o’clock.
I’ve been invited to a Halloween party on Friday night with Ha and Lily at one of their friends. I’m not big on Halloween but it should be fun, but I have to make sure not to drink too much before the park run on Saturday morning. I can still have one or two, of course, but I need to be fresh for Mel!
Also: forty-eight hours without masturbating, even though at Pilates tonight it was all I could think about.
“On a drunken night out I gave my team some very rash promises of what I’d do if they hit their targets. Now I was scared what I’d have to do if they hit the next one.”
I didn’t masturbate last night, but I had a really intense dream with Mel and Ellie at a nightclub, but I was naked and they were just sitting on bar stools and watching me dance. My god it was a turn on, and then thinking about what Mel said and not being able to do anything about it made it even worse.
Somehow I had a load of energy at work today, though.
Mondays came around really fast! It only seems like yesterday I was heading to Mel’s, and yet again I was all ready and excited to head over and see what it was that I had to work on, but for the second time Mel send me a message saying she was meeting a client and had to cancel tonight. I texted back asking if I had to become a client to make sure I had her attention (not that I can afford a life coach) and she replied saying I had her attention, and that I was to go home and do a workout on my own and she’d know if I didn’t.
Like a good girl, I did as I was told, and at about seven o’clock I was stripped and getting into my warm-up, although with the curtains closed because I don’t know what’s happening with the couple opposite, when the phone rang. It was Mel, saying she was just on her way to the client but checking I was following instructions. Then she told me to turn on video and I had my second naked call of the month where I had to prove that I was ready with my mat rolled out on the floor and just about to start. Then as I held the phone up to show her, and quite obviously showing how naked I was, I realised that she was on the bus and I had no idea who might be able to see her screen. I guess if I don’t know them then there’s no harm done.
We hung up and I carried on with some planking, and then the phone buzzed again, but this time it was just a message from Mel: “Do the workout from last week, but no masturbating tonight. In fact, no masturbation until next week.”
It made my body tingle and I hadn’t really thought about it, but now I was told not to I wanted to masturbate even more. I couldn’t work out why she wanted me not to, or if she’d know if I didn’t, but somehow I suspected she’d be able to tell. Maybe I’d follow her instruction or maybe I wouldn’t.
“With each performance my confidence grew and my outfits shrank, until I decided I’d give the fans exactly what they really wanted to see.”