To the Trip
So, it took a minute to get everything ready, but I finally found myself on the train to see One Ball for our naughty little trip away. Things before, during, and after the trip were, and have been nuts. Literally insane.
But let’s start at the beginning.
Pre-trip
Let me tell you something: I didn’t realise that you needed to book bikini waxes months in advance, but that seems to be the case around here. I must’ve tried every salon in a twenty-mile radius… with absolutely no luck.
It was a sign, right?
Things were definitely going to shit already.
It wasn’t all bad, admittedly. I kept my period at bay, which was a massive plus. What outweighed that, of course, was having to shave my bikini line, which is my least favourite job to do EVER, and it doesn’t last as long as waxing, so I’m going to have some sort of five o’clock shadow going on later.
Super annoying. I hate it.
Then, as if things weren’t bad enough as it was, I had to do some extra hours at work, which cut my getting-ready time down considerably. I left work many hours after intended, which meant that I was on a completely different train to the one I’d originally booked… and I was traveling in the dark, which isn’t optimal for someone who has zero geography skills.
To the trip
I got lost.
Twice.
(Three times, actually, but ssshhh.)
The journey consisted of two trains, two tubes, and two short walks, which gave me… does the maths… about fifty million chances to end up in the wrong place.
My anxiety was mounting, which meant that I was mentally spiralling over our relationship as well as the journey. I suddenly didn’t feel ready to do such a trip for OB. It felt too much. I wanted to run back to my own little bed, in my own little house, and stay there for the rest of the weekend, wallowing in my own little depression.
I was too far gone for that, though.
Emotionally and geographically.
On the trip
When I finally arrived at his station, I saw him. Waiting. Hands in his pockets, looking around, trying to find me. It made my heart melt a little. He looked a little nervous. Nerves gave way to a great beaming smile when I stepped off and caught his eye. We ran into each other’s arms like a romance movie, which was cheesy as hell… but also kinda cute. I’ll allow it.
Dinner came first, but I had butterflies going mental inside my stomach, so any appetite I’d had soon disappeared. I was almost hopping with excitement at the prospect of being alone with him, naked, under the covers and not moving for two whole days.
He made me wait for hours before he fucked me, though.
Prick.
Thanks so much for reading my blog today! 🖤
Want to read the filthy part of my weekend away with One Ball? You’ll find part one right here.
You can also read the entire One Ball story, from start to finish, right here.
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