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The above is a conclusion of something I was writing a couple of weeks ago.

I went away for a few days to Fistral Beach, which is in Cornwall, I did not want to come back to London.

Cornwall is such a stunning place, I stayed in a Spa Hotel, where I treated myself to countless saunas, steams, and spent many hours in the swimming pool, which was pretty cool.

Everyone I interacted with was just really lovely, warm and welcoming, the way of life here is slower than in London, so Everyone just seemed more laid back and chilled, I LOVED IT!!

Sat on the rocks after breakfast watching the seagulls watching the ocean waves was quite something else, I have visited Cornwall before, though, quite a few years ago, I just really felt within me that I needed a break away near the sea to just chill, and this is exactly what I done.

Also the hotel I stayed in was PERFECT,  I have stayed at hotels in London in the past where the service was quite frankly, shoddy/ unacceptable/alarmingly bad, gladly this was not my experience here.

As I arrived back in London after my much needed beak away, via Waterloo Station, I thought as commuters jostled and barged past each other in the pouring rain to get home "Welcome back to the Rat Race Tiayana".

Another trip to Cornwall awaits me, though for now it is back to reality....studies, bills, life....ah shucks!!

I am in two minds, after all a lady never goes into great detail does she.

I love the art and fun of Role Play, seriously, nothing gets me top to toe sizzling, then when I have a Role Play opportunity.

My favourites include,  my therapist turning up for home session, things have been from the start "akward" between us, the seven months I have been seeing him, there has been a lot of flirting through body language, we both know that this is not right, so we both try to ignore the frission between the two of us and focus on the reason we meet.

However I can not stop thinking about my therapist after hours once away from him, I  am confused and excited by my feelings and reactions towards him.

During on of our sessions he mentions that there is a situation that can occur called Transference, and that whatever I may be feeling is natural and in fact healthy in relation to  the theraputic process, I smile and shake my head in disagreement, fully aware it is all not just one sided, and that I have not imagined the look I have seen him give me on occasions.

You know the look, where the person, slowly from head to toe, runs their eyes in a slow deliberate manner over you.

Staring at my therapist, I can feel the sexual tension between us potent in the air, our eyes lock, he swallows hard, I can see from the way his Adams apple contracts.


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Now I know I had one of the best nights of my life, but to submit a blog about it more than once does seem like a case of bragging.

Really not the case, I blame the time of morning, my quite frankly pretty crap PC  so soz to those who may click on my blog, then click on another, and my little Moondance ditty pops up again...and again...and yet irritatingly again.