Glos Vegas

This weekend Ace and I went to Gloucester  to celebrate our friends birthday, his name is Pete. Pete drinks more than anyone in I know so I was more than a little worried about a night on the last with him.

It all went wrong after my 8pm on Friday. I would like to tell you the five unbelievable things that happened to me this weekend.

Was meant to be meeting a lovely gentleman from Florida for a GFE (which was cancelled as soon as he had established I was a genuine sub in favour of spanking me senseless...)

1) I actually went into the wrong hotel.

I had given the address to the cab driver then stupidly hadn't looked at the door.

However after sorting out my mess and enjoying a lovely session I got myself (late again) to Bar Soho to meet Ace and Holly. I met up with Holly in Leicester Square, we stopped looked at each other and went 2) "Champagne?" at the same time. We go to Bar Soho to find Ace with some of his friends already drunk, in true catch up form we bough our drinks and went off to dance. Two bottles later I went out to keep Holly company while we had a cigarette running into a couple of you guys on the way - I know it is odd isn't it ! and this rather dashing Italian by name of Michelangelo. If I'd had been in a better mood/ not just finished work/ not been out with Holly on the champagne then he might have had a chance in hell. We walked back in and almost fell over Ace grinding with this chick, and I started getting phone calls from Nate.

I know I haven't written about Nate for a while because we're pretty much finished now. And it wasn't amiable.

Lost the plot around 3am and 3) stormed of to a taxi demanding he takes me to</strong> one of my fave porn studios in Brighton. This is just stupid.
Sat up with Susie  (the producer of said studio) drinking more champagne - her choice... what was so special about last Friday?! until some of the boys came in. I'm just going to say now. Drunk Porn is bad.

As you may know I had Gloucester to be in on Saturday. So around 8am I decided to get a cab back to London and go meet Ace at Victoria to leave. Awful mood I was in so I sat and watched Ace ring me on my phone until deciding to stop being a bitch and call him back. He was nice as usual.
Totally late. He slept on my for the entire journey while I chatted to Master Alex and revised a fantasy in which I tie Ace up and lick him all over until he can't take and more. We'll get back to that later. Hotel I picked was lovely. If you stay in Cheltenham I recommend it- Thistle (you know me) 15 mins from Gloucester 10 minutes from Cheltenham, lifts are located about a mile away from the entrance which is a drag for the more nervous or indiscreet client (you know girls, the ones who call from the lobby.. amazing..)

Here there is a blank space where we went out clubbing, I didn't drink much after the previous night but man was I tired. Happy Birthday Pete.

After lunch we went to get the coach back at 12:30..except it was 12:15. I know. Amazing. So we went to a pub for an hour to wait for the next one which didn't work out either, you are all aware of my short temper. I insisted we got a train back, except we had to get a rail replacement to Swindon. My luck is never ending. Never loved the inside of Paddington Station so much though. Dragged Ace through the Paddington Bear shop- feel free to buy me a teddy bear anyone! We spent the rest of the day lazily walking around Hyde Park because I didn't know there was a Peter Pan statue there and it was a lovely day. And we saw some squirrels. Ace gave up on walking after about an hour (typical) so we continued to laze on the grass near some lads playing football while he explained cloud formations and how they could look like other things.

The fifth thing I did yesterday was watch Behind the Candelabra. Kate's idea but now I can't think of Nick Curran anymore. Nick didn't play piano. And he was fucking Catherine not Scott. Fantasy over.