…so I haven’t moved on with him infact, I moved in with him - well, pretty much.

Take it from me and I’m a girl with some lip, when a guy looks into your eyes and tells you he’s going to miss your verbal abuse, you know its love.

All those late night chats, cups of tea, biscuits and stupid stories led into an immediately intense friendship which quickly accelerated into a full blown romance.

It’s easier for me to tell you what is unhealthy about this relationship as opposed to what is healthy because quite frankly, it just feels ALL good.

Firstly, I’ve got to tell you about this guys hands and thighs. Fucking hell. He has the best pair of both. His hands are just utterly perfect. The type of hand you literally want all over you and all the time. His thighs….well, lets put it like this, the first time I watched him undress at the end of my bed and he popped those puppies out, I nearly wet the bed. Muscular juicey footballers thighs. What else could you do with them other than get your mouth stuck into ‘em and have a nibble?

I work around models every so often so I know a nice body when I see one and not a skinny one - those are the femald models that have to live off toilet paper, diet coke and cocaine. Male models should be tall, decent shoulders, not too broad, slim waist, good legs. He has exactly that. Jack pot. Makes the sex like living an eternal wet dream make no mistake about it. But its the way he carries himself that really does it for me. Manly but not like some sort of dominating peacock fluttering his testosterone fuelled feathers about.

Truhfully what did it for me was the touch. Its difficult to explain but it always comes unexpectedly and when it does, its fucking fantastic.

Its crazy to think that you date so many guys in your life and then one day, you totally without looking, literally bump into someone who after such a short period of time, suddenly understand how IT should feel.

That’s enough rambling for now…….I’ll have to tell you about the sex in the ladies toilets at the wedding next time. Think I pulled a thigh muscle that day. It was one hell of a knee trembling session.

Cougarized.