Dear Kitty,
           so, Dan bombshelled me with Paris almost a week ago now. I immediately rang all the girls to tell them (much screaming) and now I'm just fantastically excited!
           Mum took me shopping last Saturday, which was really good fun. I helped her pick out lots of clothes to take to India with her, and she found me some really nice things, like a blazer and some shorts and a super cute pair of sandals. We (Dan and I) finished reading the Grail Quest on Sunday, and I've been a bit sad since because Galahad and Percival died. He cheered me up afterwards with two Neil Gaiman stories, though - a really interesting take on Snow White, which I loved, and another about a drug that cures cancer but also changes your gender. On Monday, Katie came to visit me. We met up two hours late in Norwich and then spent the rest of the time doing what we usually do - browsing shops, trying things on and giggling. I've bought a new nightie - it's not even remotely sexy, but it's very sweet and 40s, and I like it a lot. Last night, Katie and I got very drunk and Skyped Dan and smoked out of my window (again). We woke up at half nine today, and left at ten so she could get a bus to the train station. It was wonderful to see her, as usual. We talked a lot about sex (as usual) and about dom/sub stuff. I kind of wish that Dan were more dom-ish; all I really get is to be tied up (which I enjoy, don't get me wrong) and I think I'd like it if we kind of brought it a little more into our everyday lives. Is that weird? I hope not.
I'm seeing him on Friday, and I can't wait!
Yours,
       Chessie
P.S Maybe I've spent too much time on tumblr. But I do like the whole dom/sub thing. I suppose I get it a little sometimes, like when he tells me off for talking back or sulking, or like that one time he said 'now, go and put some more clothes on so I can take them off you ', to which I replied 'yes, sir' and he said 'good girl'. I like how he treats me like I'm younger than him (which, obviously, I am) but not in the horribly sarcastic way people used to.