Last night I went to a weekly gathering at a local bar. It's a good group of people, very social and relaxed. We try to go most Tuesdays. Mr. Fuse is out of town this week, so I went by myself.

The group organizer is a guy whose wife Mr. Fuse has been with once when we were in a group play situation. I had zeroed in on another man that night, and by the time we were done I didn't want to start all over again. That was several months ago and we've been trying to schedule something with these two ever since.

So... his wife was also absent last night due to shift work. I thought "what a shame I have my period and the house is a pigsty". I usually get myself ready to play before these Tuesday gatherings, but never have played before, so considering I had my period, I didn't shave (haven't for days), and almost didn't take a shower after lifting weights. I did take a shower, but didn't wash my hair. Didn't do my nails, which were all chipped and nasty. Didn't pluck my eyebrows. Didn't put on mascara. Didn't clean the house. And believe me, it needs it.

Now, of course you know where this is going, and the ending is no surprise. Mr. Organizer (let's call him "Mr. O", and yes, pun is intended) said he has never been able to figure out why women care about whether they have their periods. He also said the state of the house would not be on his mind . I love a guy who is not fussy. So I invited him over. A quick phone call by him to his wife, and by me to Mr. Fuse, and we were all good.

Anyone seen "Love Actually"? I felt like Laura Linney in that scene where her crush comes home with her. She asks him to wait downstairs for 60 seconds so she can go upstairs, do a little celebratory dance, and rake the mess of clothes off her bed and the rest of the furniture. I skipped the dance and took more like three minutes... the place was really a mess.

Whew... if I'd known it would be that good, I wouldn't have been so relaxed about waiting all these months. Mr. O really knows what he is doing and loves to fuck. He's one of those guys that could just keep going forever, just because he enjoys doing it. He kept using the tip of his cock to massage my G-spot, which pretty much drove me crazy. He wore me out and left pretty late, and I knew he had to be at work early.

He left me a very happy woman. I'm just glad we grabbed the chance, instead of letting a few minor things get in the way.