My to-do list is as long as my arm. All of my meetings and social gatherings and lectures and lunches and reading and so forth do not fit into my (admittedly small) diary. I have about six non-scheduled hours this week. I love it. I haven’t been this busy, well, ever. Flitting around and being a part of so many things makes me really happy. The charity event that I helped at on Saturday night made over £1000. It’s amazing to be a part of that. I’d like to think my low-cut top and winning smile made more than one gentleman part with his spare change. Usually I give a withering look if a guy hits on me badly, but if it’s for charity I’ll smile sweetly and take a lot of sexist crap whilst persuading them to part with their money.

But, even though I have numerous Victorian novels to read, Latin verbs to learn, essays to write, things to organise, I keep getting distracted. I must be cock-starved. Because all I can think about is getting on my knees and having someone (and I’ll give you extra brownie points if you can guess which particular someone :P ) grab my hair and choke me on their cock. My mouth is watering at the thought of giving a long, drawn out blowjob. It makes me squirm in my desk chair when I’m doing my work to think of being bent over and spanked hard whilst being fucked from behind. Of having a cock in my hand, in my mouth, in my cunt…. It’s really not very conduicive to getting anything done, I assure you!

And of course, my romantic life continues to distract me. And not in a good way. Christian texted me today about going to London for New Year again this year and how we can ‘huddle together’ against the cold. Eep. Probably not going to happen, but I don’t want to say something to the contrary as it seems a little presumptuous. And I don’t want to be unfriendly towards him because he is a lovely guy and would make a good friend. I’m just sure that he wants something more, which is not something that I am in a position to give. And especially since I imagine our belief systems are a little at odds, given his religious-ness. That’s an assumption of course, and I can’t judge him before I truely know him, but it’s just an inkling.

And of course there are the texts from Mike, calling me ‘gorgeous’ and always asking when I’m going to be home and how long for. It’s supposed to be his birthday night out next weekend, and I am home for it. But I’m hoping to avoid it as much as possible – I’m broke and really don’t want the awkwardness of him and all his friends talking to my chest the whole night – which is not an assumption, it’s happened before. Twice. Classy guys. I want to put him off without being unfriendly again, but unless he makes a move I cannot pre-emptively refuse him.

My head cannot be filled with all this stuff when I should be working. I’ve not finished Great Expectations. I haven’t started my Shakespeare essay. I haven’t done any ‘wider reading’ at all this term. And I want a first this year. And I really, really want a cock in my mouth. Like right now. Please and thank you.