Maybe!

Again, Steve got up with me, and this morning he made eggs for us and my little boy. Once I'd dropped the little chap at school, we spent the whole day having sex, and as a special treat Steve got to be master for once. Well, to be fair we did have a break between 3pm and 9pm. I sorted out my son and Steve packed up his stuff at his flat, then the little one went off with his Dad. Steve and his stupid mate almost got caught doing H by the Police and turned up to hide at mine, so I packed off the mate and helped pick up Steve's stuff, but then we went back to the bedroom. And I went back to being mistress. I left my mark again, thanks to very long fingernails and quite a few misdemeanours to be punished, so poor old Steve will have a tricky decision to make when he next sees Lauren, won't he? Does he risk sex and let her see what a state he's in? Or does he avoid it and get her wondering? Ha ha, they probably only do it in the dark anyway, but even then she'd feel the weals...

So 1am we had a cup of tea and a chat - and Lauren phones AGAIN - he'd had to turn his phone off again as usual. I only heard the start of the conversation - him saying, 'no, I don't think you're that' - because I take my tea and go into the living room like an adult. But I hear his irritation and I grin to myself.

He came running into the living room going, 'where's ......(oops, nearly gave my name away there!)'. We went back into the kitchen and he was saying how his head was screwed up, and he doesn't want to go, because I'm here. I am cool. I don't contradict him when he says 'I don't know what's going on, Lauren's not my girlfriend, and you and me have split up...'

I tell him to be careful not to hurt her because she is obviously getting serious. He says it's not like that. I say her texts to me about 'letting him into her life' etc, and the way she phones him at all hours would seem to indicate she is serious about him. He goes quiet. I grin on the inside, because I'm only pointing out what he must already know.

We go up to bed and tell eachother what we mean to eachother, how much we love eachother, what we are going to do next weekend etc. We fall asleep 'in the position' (that's how we refer to it, like 'get into the position', 'can I get in the position' etc), where I lie on my side forwards across his chest with one leg over his hips and he has his arms around me. We always go to sleep like this, all tangled up and comfy. No one else will fit like me (in so many ways). We wake up in the same position at 5am, because he has a hard-on. So we make love, and I am truly amazed that we are still both up for it. God, he is SOOO gorgeous. Not to everyone's taste, but perfectly mine. He tells me his cock is mine. I say it used to be. He says, 'still is, always will be'. I don't question further, just smile and kiss him.

For I am not a nag, I don't have to keep on looking for reassurance. I know full well what went wrong with us now, and I'm not about to repeat the error. I'm not like Lauren.