So I tossed and turned almost all night last night.  I believe I finally got to sleep at about 4am. 4am!!!! I tried everything and no joy. No wonder I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus this morning.

Yesterday was a fun day. Woke up in a good mood and sent Mr E a pic of me in some undies whilst I was getting dressed (I do that alot! He doesn’t complain, although looking at my pictures, I sure would!) It was a white bra and pantie set with pretty pink bows on it. He responded in the positive telling me that the picture was a welcome distraction from his stresses of the morning after having to change a flat tyre…..

Half an hour later at about 9am, Mr Ex clearly had some burning agenda. I couldn’t understand why he was late to work and why he was still here instead. From what I gleaned of the conversation, it was about why he’d left me and for some reason he wanted to make me understand. I hate serious conversations and thoroughly did not want to discuss it, but he did, so we did. Or more, he did and I listened. He left just before 10 and I got into the bath. I do so hate conversations like that, and I felt a need to wash that conversation right off me.

Sat in the bath with my laptop chatting away to Mr E. We chat about all kinds of crap - or rather, I chat about all sorts of crap. Mr E just listens, and half the time he doesn’t do that, because strictly speaking he should be working. Told Mr E about the conversation with Mr Ex. He seems to think Mr Ex is suffering a mid-life crisis at the ripe old age of 26 and may well come back sometime soon, regretting leaving me. Hmm…

I told Mr E that I hate men, and I hate sex. Mr E simply asked if I hated him, I responded no, but that he didn’t count. He reminded me that the sex Mr E and I had the other night was pretty good. I had to agree. Even only in my mind, even never having laid adult eyes on him in person - I must admit that sex with Mr E is pretty good.

Had to run out of the bath in haste to answer the door and get a parcel. It was some delicious new stockings I had ordered. They’ll go perfectly with my new red suspender cami. Postman seemed quite amused that I answered the door with bath bubbles all over me and wrapped in a towel. I suppose I was a bit of a sight.. if only he knew what was in the parcel he was handing over, eh?!

Got back to the bath, finished off, washed my hair. Went to get dressed and told Mr E that I had had a lovely bath. He seemed unamused that I had not told him I was in the bath. Apparently he would have liked to have known that I was wet and naked splashing away with a rubber ducky whilst talking to him. I tried to console him with the mental image of me being only wrapped in a towel – I don’t think it helped. Men, eh?! No pleasing them.

Later on in the day, Mr E had left his work post to go and fix his tyre or something. I was chatting to a couple of other friends. FlyBoy who is a pilot – with him I always talk about the same thing, well it always comes up anyway – men cupping his balls. FlyBoy has to have a medical every six months and part of this includes a ‘drop and cough’ test. I know how juvenile it is, but whenever I see him, I ask the same question I did when I was 17. “Had any 50 year old men cupping your balls lately?” He always laughs and tells me all about it.

My other favourite topic of conversation with FlyBoy is about the Pilot’s handbook. When we went on work experience when we were 17, FlyBoy obviously went to an airline – slightly more upmarket than the usual old people’s home or school etc. Anyways, FlyBoy started reading a handbook for pilots -and he looked up “Hijacking” as in what this oracle of information would give you as a good plan of action if terrorists hijacked your plane. All it said under Hijacking was “Comply with all their demands” now I’m sure this is good advice – never having been hijacked, or never having even flown before, I’ll take their word for it.

However, my first question to FlyBoy on learning this information slightly brought the tone down… “So, what if this guy with a gun says ‘Pilot! Undo my flies and take a look at my goods’ ?” and since then, the second highest scoring topic of conversation with FlyBoy is for me to come up with new and revolting ways that a terrorist could make him not comply with all their demands. But that FlyBoy is a clever man – he always comes up with a way to keeps his hands and lips off the hijacker’s goods, whilst still complying with the terrorists demands. But I will say this.. his co-pilot must truly hate him!!  

In the afternoon, I started browsing online for new undies - but I was after something different. I was sat there at my computer, browsing online and eating a sandwich, and struggling. I have no boyfriend that I can ask what would get him hot, and all the wares at Ann Summers were starting to look the same. Mr E came back, and I told him I was shopping for something different. He suggested PVC which sounded deliciously different and quite kinky. And since the only person who is going to see any new undies I buy will be Mr E in one of my photos, I felt I should have a look at his suggestion. And have a look I did. Found a gorgeous little number with PVC down the front and lace up the sides, with suspenders aswell and I know Mr E likes stockings. Also bought a gorgeous basque in red, and a chemise in pink and blank lace. Mr E wasn’t too fussed on the chemise, but I liked it alot so bought it anyways.

So after my shopping was done, Mr E and I went back to talking about nothing. It crossed my mind to mention that we have a strange arrangement going on. Mr E agreed. I mean, I have many male friends, who I talk to quite regularly, but I would never show them pictures of myself, or ask their opinions on what undies to buy. There again, I don’t share much with any of my friends. Many of my friends do not even know that Mr Ex is now indeed, my Ex.

Mr E agreed about our situation. He says that it works because we have no intention of ever meeting or taking this any further. It works because we don’t have to look each other in the eye or worry about the possibility of running into one another at the supermarket. I must agree. I can’t think of anything worse than nipping to the shops to get some milk and running into someone who has seen me in more detail than anyone has in the real world in at least six months. But having said that, I can’t think of much sexier either. What a rush that would be…

Mr E and I talked about his liking of tiny thongs, I explained the difference between a thong and a string and told him I would take a couple of pics of me wearing a string. He seemed happy at the prospect of opening that message. I told him if he was nice to me I may send him a picture later on.

I went for a run at about 7pm and took my phone with me. Stopped at several points to take pictures of the scenery. Had an amazing, exhilirating run and only wish it could have carried on. Got home at about 9.30 and looked at my phone which I had ignored in my bag for a while. Had a message from Mr E, sent half an hour previously, inviting me to a party in his pants. What a delicious invitation. Made some small talk about my long run and his long drive taking his Nanna to Birmingham, before I sent him a couple of pictures of me wearing a tiny thong that had been prepared previously.  

Mr E’s reply came through – asking for close up shots of front and back. I slipped on my newest red set, minus the stockings and took some more pictures. Still can’t believe I do this, but swiftly sent him four pictures including one of my derriere, which he seemed to like. The conversation took a decidedly sexy twist, especially when he brought up a subject that I have never considered but found the idea very deliciously sexy. You’ve just got to love fantasy sex.

Afterwards I invited Mr E to shower with me and he accepted the invitation. After my shower I smelled all good again and got into bed. Had a message from Mr E stating that he liked the pictures and complimenting my posterior. Got quite shy and embarrassed and told him I didn’t expect him to say nice things to me, but thankyou anyways. turned the lights off to go to sleep with a secret smile on my face.

Couldn’t sleep. Lay there in a daze for some reason unable to sleep, thinking over the last few hours. Is it weird that the best sex I’ve ever had is with someone I’ve never met? Is it strange that I’m so shy about my body and yet send kinky pictures to someone? Why do I feel like I’m doing something wrong even though we’re both single and unattached? Will I miss him when he starts seeing someone in the real world and I have to stop sending him pictures and join reality again?

Eventually dropped off at about 4am. That reminds me, I must charge my iPod. Got to love that iPod when you can’t sleep. :-)