The Office Party

As mentioned before, the Christmas diary has begun closing in and my opportunities for fun before my family incarceration were disappearing fast.

So, the chance of a night out with May was a genuine bolt of good fortune, given that I’m between SBs.

Loyal readers may recall that May, a regular SB from times past, was now based in the North, but that we had a fabulous evening the last time she was in London.

So, Thursday was looming, I’d told May I was free, but then realised that, er, I wasn’t, well, totally.

Thursday was the one night of the year I dread the most, the office party.

As a partner, there was no way I could not go, the senior partner gives a speech, telling us what a good/bad/spectacular (delete as appropriate) year we’ve had etc, etc.

I then have to watch the various younger members of staff get truly shitfaced, some disappear off to the loos to fuck, some to get some charlie in, then they head off, like a herd, to some fucking awful club.

So, if I was to get quality time with May, some tactical fibbing would be needed.

I had arranged to meet her at 9pm, we were going to have a fishy supper at my favourite Mayfair restaurant (well, it is Christmas 😉 ), I planned for us to then head straight for a room I’d booked at a place on Park Lane. I was determined that if this was my last adventure before Christmas, it was going to be memorable.

The party was being held at one of those ‘venues’ in the West End, as always the senior partner’s PA books it and she’s a young woman of very little sophistication.

There were over 100 of us crammed into a function room, the champagne was being effortlessly dispensed and the atmosphere was pretty relaxed, it seemed that most of London was having an office party judging by the streets full of people heading out from work.

After an hour or so, the senior partner did his 5 min oration, telling us how well we’d done and how well 2015 was shaping up. I then took my chance, I got his ear with a story about how one of my little angels was poorly and Mrs LSD was at her wit’s end, would he mind if I headed home? ‘Of course not, do give X my love’.

With that I was flying out the door and in a cab within moments, heading to dinner.

I arrived in the nick of time, a couple of minutes before May.

We had a truly amazing evening, oysters, the most amazing fish and nothing but champagne. Since the summer she’s been promoted and has started seeing someone, but he’s not interested in fulfilling her kink, so, hey, could I?

The dinner flew by and before too long we were in a gorgeous room overlooking Park Lane

I enjoyed delivering her a very sore arse and darling May was in heaven, as was I, remembering what a sublime blowjob giver she is.

A memorable night.

Happy Christmas one and all…

 

 

All I Want for Christmas…

After a good few days deliberating over the Welsh virgin spanking fan, my sugar life was overtaken by a major new project at work that saw me in various European hotels, living out of a suitcase for most of November.

OK, they were all 5*, but living off a hotel diet is not good for either the figure (despite my daily 6am runs), or the sanity.

I exchanged a couple of more emails with Leanne, but I realised that taking it any further wasn’t exciting me, so let it go before I got in deeper.

So, been back for a week now and my thoughts are drifting back to finding a new Sugarbabe.

It’s got to be sorted soon, in another week it’s the usual round of end of term Christmas events at my childrens’ school and the interminable drinks parties that are the North Oxford social scene, leaving little time for overnights in London.

I’ve got quite a backlog of unanswered emails from prospective Sugarbabes clogging up my inbox and started to get in touch with a couple that sounded promising.

Just as I was writing a reply to one, I got a mail from May, a former SB I’ve written about before. She was planning to do some Christmas shopping in London on Thursday and did I fancy meeting for a drink?

The thought of cocktails and maybe more, with the gorgeous, redheaded siren suddenly brought a smile to my face as I remembered our last meeting a few months back.

Without sounding too bloody enthusiastic and slightly desperate, I coolly answered that it would be great to see her.

I may not find my SB for Christmas, but a night out with May would be the next best thing.