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Gayla

i was so annoyed yesterday. i wrote my entry out, with an extra dose of wit and hilarity, only for it to become lost in cyberspace.

i will try and re-create it today, but i doubt it will be as good.

so, yesterday morning, i was with a customer, when my supervisor rang me and asked me to return to my desk.

"what on earth is going on?" i thought to myself "am i in trouble?"

as i was wandering on down, all my colleagues were stood around beaming like nodding dogs.

"What's going on?" i asked

"You've got flowers!" said Vickie.

and there, on my desk was the most gorgeous bunch of pink and white lillies, carnations and roses, in a glass vase with a big bow round them.

"oh my God!" i screamed "Who are they from?"

"Theres a card, open it!"

so i opened the card, and it said:

"To the most beautiful woman, with long blonde hair and brown eyes too, hope these flowers look as beautiful as you"

not the most poetic thing ever written, but quite sweet nontheless.

so. now we have a dilemma. who did the flowers come from? there are several theories of course, but none of them seem quite like they could be right. suggestions so far have been Fenton (not well known for his money, or his great love of doing things for other people), Al (not well known for his great love of me), Chris the little dogsbody at work (extremely well known for his great love of me, not so much for being Mr Moneybags), Danny (but he insists it isnt him) and Mike, New Years Eve Guy (but if its him i feel i may lose the will to live)

Cliff actually almost stopped breathing when i told her. it would appear she cant quite fathom the thought that someone might find her overweight daughter attractive. she did, however, say something quite sweet which was "i'd have loved to have seen your face Becks. did anyone happen to take a photo?"

she also seems to have told half of Weston about it, as every man and their dog phoned me last night to ask questions.

anyway, onto the weekend.

so, Friday night i was all set for a rendezvous with the remote control and a wine drinking extravaganza, when My Vicky phoned me, told me we were going out, insisted she was paying for me, and was round my flat and had me out the door quicker than you could say "slap my thigh and call me Phillip"

thankfully i had just about enough time to put my knickers on before we left.

we went to Senoritas where i ran into Glen, Stu and Jay. you are forgiven for not knowing who these people are, as i have never mentioned them before! ha!

anyway, they are three lads that i have always gotten on rather well with. they are, quite frankly, gorgeous. i once had sex with Glen, and i always have had a bit of a thing for him. unfortunately, to get the nerve to try anything with him, i had to have drunk half my bodyweight in vodka, hence i cannot rememeber a single moment of the sex, which is unfortunate. that was about 3 years ago now, however, and we have remained friends.

so we were all having quite a fun time, and Stu has taken more than a passing shine to My Vicky, which isnt unusual. someone ALWAYS takes a shine to My Vicky. in fact, for quite some time i thought the only words that the male species were capable of speaking to me were "i really fancy your friend Vicky. can you set me up with her?"

so, because of the great love that mankind feels for Vic, we were followed up to Club Vision by them also.

we had a pretty good night up there. i was rocking the dance floor like a true rock chick that is overweight. we stayed until almost closing time, then Glen said we should all go back to his. that was fine, as he only lives about 2 minutes from mine.

i was hammered. i was drinking bacardi and cherryade when we got back there (not really a sophisticated Cosmopolitan, is it?), and when that ran out i was drinking melon schnapps. straight. it did not taste good. then someone said the phrase that i dread when i am sober, but fills me with what i believe are superpowers when i am drunk

"lets play dares!"

i may have mentioned this once or twice before, but if someone dares me to do things when i am drunk, i will do them. i am not saying its anything to be proud of. i am just saying its what i do.

so things are quite tame at first, and everyone is picking truths, and i am the only one picking dares. and they arent even good dares, its things like "shake Glens hand". well not quite that tame, but you get my drift.

after a few more drinks, finally someone dared me to get my tits out, which was easy, as most of Weston has seen my tits on one occasion or another (have you read my Fat Slut Chronicles?). then someone dared Glen to lick a nipple of mine, and things were underway.

all of the dares then involved me and Glen, which was fun. then slowly everyone started dissappearing, and it was just the 2 of us left. i was quite pleased as i have always wanted to sleep with Glen again (ask Lisa), so now i had the oppurtunity.

well we were still playing and Glen said

"i dare you to suck my cock"

not a problem, i am very good at giving head, as i have mentioned before.

so i start giving him (absolutely fantastic) head. and it really is good. he is squrming with pleasure. i know that is probably the one area i wont ever get complaints on. i was so good at it, i was practically making myself come. and it was making me really horny, so i looked up and said

"do you want to fuck?"

and Glen said

"ok. come on, you jump on top"

which i thought was really rude considering how hard i was working at licking his willy, so i said

"no, you can go on top"

and he said

"oh, but what you're doing is so nice. i really dont want to move. do you want to just carry on doing that?"

and i thought

"you cheeky fucker"

but i carried on. and i really went for it. i was licking his balls, i was stroking at the same time, i was probably giving one of the best performances of my life. he was moaning and groaning, and really enjoying it. then, just as he was about to explode, i stood up, put my coat on and said

"see you later mate!"

and out the door i walked. that will teach you to deny me sex you tosser!

so i was quite proud of that.

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