Tub Masturbation, Mr. Heart and Zorro's Huge

I just spent over an hour in my tub. That is my getaway...my place to think, my place to relax and my place to masturbate. Tonight, no masturbation (okay a little jet action on my clit because it is better than any vibrator)...but I had more to think about. The candles burning, the music playing and I put the water up hot. A little too hot...110 degrees...ouch...I got in at 107 and basically melted. A relaxing bath allows my mind to clear....my thoughts to surface. Basically the thought at hand seems to surface to the top and the little stupid things go away.

Tonight's thought...what do I do about tomorrow? Mr. Heart has planned a motel, lunch and a few hours for us. He cleared mid morning until 4PM. " I want to spend the day with you". Very sweet. But I am not very excited. My mind started drifting to other men lately. Curious George couldn't care less if I met him. Actually, he wants me to meet him and for me to report all the details. Tadpole said he didn't want me too (obviously it was my decision and choice and he didn't press it BUT he was honest--so ouch...I found that very sweet and probably weighs a lot on my indecisiveness). And well, Mr. Government, he would just flip. Even though he isn't attentive, he is not the type to tolerate that (ah yes, the two week email did come by the way--he is so damn predictable that it is funny).

So, tonight, I didn't sound excited when Mr. Heart called. I was very "iffy". I could tell that he was not happy that I wasn't picking out my outfit, planning my attire for the meeting etc. etc. Actually, if we end up meeting, a quick morning stop to Victoria Secrets will have to be in my plans. I hope they open early. As I am sitting here, I noticed a voicemail. From Mr. Heart, call me, I get out of the house and will have my phone on for an hour (well I just told you I took an 1 1/2 bath) so I am sure he is fuming right now. I never shut my phone....it was charging so I shut it. Ooops!! So now the big decision may be null and void. His tone was not good on the phone and he never calls me "Cheri" It's always Hey Beautiful or Baby Doll....oh this one was Cheri. Sometimes I am so transparent (and I am not a good liar). I think he is seeing that I am hesitating for some reason and well he wants to know what is up before he gets out here.

Well tonight was filled with surprises. My dear Friend Zorro. I never talk about him. Why? He has become my best friend, my confidant and while we started on a sexual note---he is very special to me and we discuss a lot of my "Situations". I can always count on him for an opinion and some great advice. He is super hot -a great catch he is!! I am dying to find him a nice girl to settle down with...damn fool keeps going for married women.

As we are typing, he says...you know someone is watching our every word as we type. What are you talking about?!??! He sends a pix. It was his penis only slightly hard just hanging around. Now, I have to tell you... Zorro is hung! This man is thick, he is long and he has this ring on his head (before his shaft starts) that must feel amazing as it goes in and it goes out, in, out, in, out...SIGH!!! Okay, that cock is just damn hot. First, there is no way that would fit in my mouth. Second, I can't even imagine what it would feel like to be inside of me. Now, I have no qualms telling him this.

I told him when we do meet one day...I need to measure that baby. I want to see it live. I need to see it hard (although its big even when he is soft). So, one day, I will report and you know I will be bringing a tape measure (and hopefully he will allow me to post the pix) although he wouldn't let me post the ones he sent me today---Now the big question. So how are we going to get it all hard like that without playing together? Hmmm.....I probably would be willing to lend him a hand (or two).

Okay, heading to bed. I am still not sure which way to go with tomorrow. I think I will call him before he comes out (Zorro recommended the old period story if all else fails.) I think I will go with the old let's talk before you come out here. I'm the one that has changed here...I know. But I have to do what my instincts say. I like him, I like our talks, I find him attractive..just time has passed and well i have been distracted. I know I am thinking too much---we should just meet and fuck and deal with it after.