Little Black Book

I don't have a little black book, but I don't delete e-mails, no matter how old, from women with promise. Nor do I erase phone numbers.

I need new blood, as it were. I need to make love to a women I have never had before. One way of bringing this about is to revisit contacts that fell by the wayside for some reason. This morning, I identified three. One of those was bereaved and had to go overseas for a funeral when we were due to meet. Another's daughter had an accident at school the day we were due to meet and I got stuck in horrible traffic when I was scheduled to meet the third.

I have had extensive phone calls with all of them and got on well. Earlier today, I sent a text to each of them. One has replied and asked me to call her this afternoon. At last, it looks as if I am going to get inside the knickers of a 'new' woman. It make me feel so horny at the thought. I'll keep you posted.