Messalina

your skin

2011-10-01T06:34:00.004+01:00

surprised me with its softness

tasted good when i licked it

and looked so hot naked

its been a while

2011-08-31T12:24:00.001+01:00

but ive been having fun...

dolly is the new boy
keen as mustard and takes everthing i throw at him
ill tell you more later

it had been an age...

2010-04-26T10:23:00.004+01:00

...but here he was laying head, to my toes. The sultry weather adding to the sex laden atmosphere.

I was playing with my pussy, the wetness was fairly squelching, as he watched. Suddenly he inserted a finger, then three. I love the stretch, feels soooo dirty.

He said my nipples looked like bullets they were so hard and I laughed as I came.

Cuddling till my brain re engaged I knelt over his thick, mesmerising, cock and licked and sucked, sucked and twirled till he came. I held him in my mouth then turned and spat his spunk back in his mouth before we kissed. Perfect.

spring thaw..

2010-02-15T11:26:00.002Z

..is coming early this year. ive been gone a while and some of that time ive played, splayed, flayed and laid. then came summer, autumn, winter and the ironic whiplash that made me stop. the pains still there but maybe, just maybe that will help me empathise. more likely it will make me crosser when you whimper at the lightest touch.

strawberries & cream…

2009-07-21T15:52:00.005+01:00

...instantly bring to mind Wimbledon, summer and henry.

henry spends a lot of time abroad for his work so our trysts are few and far between. as a result i am always happy to move things round to make time for him while he is here. this time he was flying in from canada, would I meet him in central london? there was only one answer to that.

preparing for a date always takes effort but the rewards for taking the time are enormous. unless i want a sub to shave me i always de-fluff from head to toe and then layer the perfume range i use with body cream, talc and finally the perfume. scent is so important, dab behind the backs of your knees as well as your wrists and neck.

my underwear always matches and is expensive. It makes me feel wonderful and incredibly sexy to pull on silk knickers, to have fully fashioned nylons shape my legs, mmmm. if i am using public transport i will either tone down my dress or wear a big coat!

settling on a black wrap round with a plunging neckline i slip on my 5” stilettos, brush my lips with cock-sucker red lipstick and look for my “kit” bag.

i keep a travel bag containing toys and tools under my bed ready for sessions away from home. i have a few dildos of different sizes, a strap-on, nipple clamps, cuffs, collars, crops, paddles and of course piles of condoms and lube; dirty sex that isn’t safe is just dirty. all of these items form the basis of my “kit”, depending on the event i could have saran wrap, feathers, silk scarves, butt plugs, blindfolds et al.

henry loves having his arse played with but is not turned on by pain in anyway so i threw out the clamps and paddles replaced them with some nice lace underwear in his size and i was ready to leave.

the journey to the west end had me wriggling in my seat. the tube was rocking from side to side producing a lovely level of friction in my knickers. my nipples were hardening and none of this was being helped by the stares of my fellow passengers. it’s the lipstick, so bright and red, it always makes me smile.

my heels clicked as i walked across the marble foyer of the hotel, my dress swished round my thighs. i saw the concierge look up from his post. i smiled at him, still walking towards the lifts.

there is always a touch of nerves as i check myself out in the lift mirror. gorgeous. i took a deep breath and stepped into the corridor. the clicking disappears into the pile of the carpet and everything is silent. hotels have that peculiar effect of compartmentalising everything so experiences become more intense but disjointed.

i knocked on the door turning my body sideways to avoid the face front approach. i always do that, it profiles my large chest and allows me a few moments to collect my thoughts and make them move to me. the door opened and there he stood, all twinkly eyed and smiling. he looks like such a sensible grown up till his eyes twinkle, at that point the lothario is clearly visible.

instantly i felt my heart beat a little faster as i offered first my cheek then lips for kissing. his kisses start strongly and just get deeper. he begins to fuck my mouth with his tongue before he has even moved to let me in the room.

we paused, laughing and i passed my kit bag to Henry as i walked in a lovely room. on the side, instead of the usual flowers were punnets of strawberries, a pint of cream and two glasses of champagne, heaven.

i pulled out the silk knickers and indicated i wanted henry to undress and put the knickers on. his cock looked so lush straining against the pretty fabric. he stroked himself as i began to divest myself of clothes. in short order i was naked aside from my heels and lipstick. i lay down on the enormous bed sliding my hand over the egyptian cotton sheets.

i opened my legs wide to show henry just how pleased i was to see him, and how ready i was for him to please me. running my hands down to my groin i felt my clit swell and knew how ready i was to play.

reaching for a strawberry henry looked me straight in the pussy as he knelt at the foot of the bed.

‘you like strawberries don’t you?’

i nodded

‘want this strawberry?’

he took my smile as acquiescence and so very slowly pushed the strawberry between my labia.

‘hold it there for me’

i nodded again and closed my eyes. it felt a little odd, naughty, but nice. the next sensation took my breath away as i felt the cream being poured over my breasts. i gasped, damn it was cold and heck how much did he have, the sheets? the thoughts stopped abruptly as the stream reached my c*nt. then he was between my legs eating the strawberry out of my fanny. i laughed with the sheer joy of it as he made his way up to my mouth passing mulched strawberry, cream and pussy juice into my mouth to swallow, yum.

we ate the strawberries as he massaged the cream into my body, the mess we left on the sheets was outrageous. squished strawbs leaving bloody pulp trails around islands of fat cream. rivulets of champagne joined the picture before soaking into the counterpane followed by cum which seemed to fly everywhere.

it was great fun, decadent and frivolous. i fingered his arse, manipulating his prostate as i rubbed my breasts across his body, we watched each other masturbate, cumming together.

time for a shower and dinner. the maitre d’ made me smile when we left the restaurant by wishing us a good sleep. we did, eventually, only to start all over again in the early hours. henry loves adding kink to our sessions, it makes them special for both of us. can’t wait to try a sound on him next time…

when he's 64...

2009-06-07T19:30:00.002+01:00

will it be a deliciously naughty time we have?

he suggested a night of culture, a play, concert, maybe an opera. could he educate me? at school they had taught me with the notes coloured in and ive never made the leap to grown up stuff. he offered to bring crayons with him when we met and laughed when i told him about not sticking to within the lines.

the bar was full of young, pasty faced boys and girls without a mark of character on their faces. he, on the other hand, was slightly crumpled, with a worldly wise glint in his eyes. he smelt wonderful, opoponax, he offered, from africa. mmmm.

i wore a scarlet corset over black and his eyes shone as they rested on my declotage.

we talked and drank and flirted. he, the aging lothario, me the playful cougar. well met.

its like we stepped outside society, swapped ideas on the perverse, divulged dark secrets. reality occasionally interrupted in the form of a delicious 20 something, waitress. i told her how attractive she looked and he asked if she would like to go to bed with us both. i think she would have but my needs come first.

we agreed to meet for breakfast the following day then kissed. you fuck my mouth with your tongue, are you as strong in bed? yes, i said.

10am and there he was, even more disheveled than the night before. he had gone from drinks with me to the bed of one of his girlfriends. the man is a legend.

age is irrelevant its experience that counts. he is very experienced with a mouth as filthy as a dockers. he knows the delights of pressure. touching me with a firm, assured hand. i was as wet as a wet thing. his fingers were slipping in and out before i could undress him. i sighed. he laughed and unzipped his flies.

the cock he released was massive. i was staring, it was enormous, damn i wasnt sure it would fit...i chortled as i told him i know understood why, at 64, he was so fucking cock-sure.

we fondled and sucked, fucked and caressed each other. he wanted to see my toys so i produced a pillowcase full, his turn to stare. well met, well matched; he was good, very good.

will i see him again? undoubtedly, we fell from the same tree, just a decade or 2 apart. when sex is that good who's counting...

kiev kink

2009-04-30T03:57:00.006+01:00

was all i could think about. until last week i had no idea kiev was my sexual mecca; now i know.

the men were rugged, strong, manly, tall, thick of limb. every arse induced a clit tic. i had a hard on for four days, i was in heaven.

prolonging the before, building the anticipation, all part of the game.

you know the tricks, you love them; how i brush my hands across my breasts or accidentally flash bending over/down, painting my lips, cocksucker red. all of it to make you look at me and want me. except...

...you werent there. they were, he was. a random fuck. a furious rutting. he scratched the itch for a time.

the end began as he grabbed my arse in the lift. his hands cupped my cheeks, da? da, i was soaking.

i pushed back into his groin, he shoved a hand down my top. i squeaked. breathing stuttered as the air turned to sex. fuck. we tumbled out of the lift and tripped down the hall. fingers and tongues everywhere.

i came

he rubbered up.

his cock was stretching me before the room door was opened. the stretch was wonderful.

clothes, limbs, shoes, spunk, spit, mingled. screams, growls, slaps created a cacophony of lust.

i took a photo; sending you the mms, wish you were here...

i couldnt resist...

2009-04-27T13:55:00.003+01:00

her lips.

she licked them so slowly but so often. i puddled at the softness of her breasts crushed into me as she threw her arms round me.

i couldnt resist so i kissed her...

beautiful boy, you know...

2009-04-19T01:34:00.004+01:00

...my tongue cuts me when i cut you
would you, could you, tame this shrew?

it can be...

2009-04-09T05:03:00.008+01:00

as simple as putting on lipstick.

i drag the colour across my mouth and feel your lips.

the memory catches me off guard and i want you all over again.

bendy...

2009-04-01T04:55:00.004+01:00

ive always been a bendy girl. there seems to be elastic rather then bone in me.

at 18 i was having sex in the front seat of a mini. he was over 6 foot, im just under.

at 30-something i was embarrassing my sister-in-law by putting my big toes in my mouth.

now? now i see it for the gift it is and use it wisely...

the perfect gift...

2009-03-12T03:43:00.002Z

you rowed with her, storming out of her room into mine.

we didnt fuck exactly, how could we. but now its later and sated we doze.

my heart rate slows as i match the sound of your breathing.

ive never let you stay and shouldnt now, bugger, how could i say no to my birthday gift.

your arm lays across my stomach. pressing into me, solid, heavy. are arms really that heavy.

i need a pee and my legs going numb still i dont move.

you caused the argument to justify this. she knows youre here. feinights

sleep is swirling round, tugging me away. you snuffle then mumble, happy birthday babe. then it/you fall away...

my new alarm clock...

2009-03-09T03:05:00.002Z

waking me up is a nightmare, ask anyone.

i sleep the sleep of innocence, others say i sleep like the dead either way it requires nerves of steel and three alarm clocks to get me up.

i can be a little tetchy at this point, snapping from broken dreams isnt nice. not the most adorable trait of mine but hey,

you were inspired.

i woke to your fingers playing with my pussy. softly, insistently; sensually sliding them either side of my hardening nub.

you had me wide awake, giggling with pleasure without an alarm, phone call or wet flannel. wonderful..

reading aloud...

2009-03-08T04:11:00.004Z

the bits in a book that turn you on works best if you have an audience; ideally of one.

its hot and still. in an effort to catch any breeze im sat in a chair, pulled up to the open window. one leg is hooked over the arm, the foot braced on the window ledge. the other has fallen away, leaving my bare thighs open.

the ledge is hot under my foot, everything is. the sun is soaking into my bones. nothing moves outside this room. inside, i run my fingers through your hair, occasionally pausing to turn the page of my book.

its an erotic story of seduction. i shift slightly easing my thighs wider apart. i love feeling the sun on my pussy.

read out loud the passage youve just read.

i do.

im so turned on that i trip over the words. my mouth dries up as you open my labia, reaching in with your tongue. a trickle of saliva and cunt juice runs between my bum cheeks soaking the cushion.

i stop and you look up, your face shiny from lapping the wetness between my legs.

read some more.

and i do. until i cant speak.

the still, is shattered by me cumming.

my little black book

2009-03-01T15:35:00.004Z

details the sexual preferences of lovers, past and present; no names of course. its not an affectation, rather an essential aide de memoir.

men are quite specific in the little things that make the difference between getting their leg over and cumming so hard they feel turned inside out. Sometimes its simply the language used, 'dirty slut', 'big man' or silence; think of the jar in their head mixing those up.

evening standard loves the illusion of visiting a whore, the dirtier the better, bear was the exact opposite, liked the demure hiding the harlot.

do you start to see the importance?

i know that the better your experience the better mine is. quid pro quo although i hasten to add it has nothing to do with money, this is my lifestyle choice.

ps; pumpkin, forgive me, you now have an entry. it reads 'nylons essential, black preferred'.

pumpkin, take 2

2009-02-28T09:31:00.004Z

he answers the door of his room with a smile. we have only met once before, but it feels easy, nice, hot. my face flushes as i remember how good he felt. we kissed, yes, connecting with this man, the familiar stranger.

he was watching porn, i smiled, then looked. the girls were ok but the moaning, they cant really sound like that. wailing sirens punctuated the orgasms as we shed our clothes.

i came so quickly, petite morte, little death.

the curtains were open, we were on the 1st floor, wanting an audience. i saw one man in the bar across the road tilt his head up, to see better?

his cock slipped in my hand as precum oozed. i shivered as my eyes rolled back, and i came again. i dont know how he does that.

we compared toys, his lost. he plans to leave it in the bed, i hope he does. he seems quite taken with the very large blue dildo in my hand. too big, lets start small and see were we go. i hold the lube bottle several inches from his arse; watching it puddle then disappear in the crack. he is so tight, one finger was ok but two, no start again. breathe.

he is on his back, stroking his cock as i kneel between his legs. my index finger is knuckle deep, i sweep it across his prostate. i cant resist licking his cock, gently sucking it into my mouth. god im wet, my skirt is rucked round my waist, i waggle my arse for the watchers.

mimicking the movement of my finger as i suck i increase the pressure. his neck is red and his muscles are tight against my hand, its too much. we pause, chat, kiss.

i quietly penetrate him, softly swirling, a bit more, more then he roars, cumming in my mouth. mmmm i love that.

we fooled around for hours, i left him sleeping, sated. my juices trailing down my thighs.

suck the monkey

2009-02-28T05:42:00.007Z

as a young girl i was always looking up words i thought may be naughty to see what it was that made grownups spell them when i was in the room. lots werent there; fuck, shit wanker,(my brother) fuck, (mum) buggerations, (dad) and frigging,(the sex pistols).

i still do it, but with old dictionaries. it still feels slightly dirty, ensuring a place in my list of fun things to do when not having sex.

chambers english dictionary, 1908, was a cornucopia of new words. the were 41 brand new entries that year including 5 for different hypnotic and sleep inducing drugs. a similar number described actions around radio activity (sic) and x-rays. aeroplane - n, a form of flying machine. khitmutgar is a wonderful hindi word for a table servant or underbutler.

i looked for kinky and found kink - n, a twist in a string rope. hmmm, the game was on; frottage, figging, feltching, fisting, dogging. no dogging but dogger - n: a two-masted fishing vessel, odd you never see those parked up in epping forest? fornication was to have unlawful sexual intercourse. did you know that out of your mum, dad, brother, sister, aunts, uncles and cousins it used to only be unlawful to sleep with granny.

masturbation, nymphomania, onanism used the same words and phrases; lewd, debauched, defiled, self pollution. funnily enough nympho is from the greek word nymphe, meaning bride. no wank but wankle - adj. unstable, not to be relied upon and twat -n, pudendum muliebre. pudendum is a word i use but muliebre? quite simply, twat, in 1908 was a shamefaced, soft effeminate males genitalia, nothing changed there then.

the best? suck the monkey - adj, to draw up into the mouth. a new phrase for fellating pudenda, marvelous language, english

nottinghill...

2009-02-18T03:28:00.004Z

...was unfamiliar territory to me. it was disconcerting looking at the shops blend into a technicoloured blur as i whizzed past. i hadnt a clue how long the journey would be a began panicking about how late i was...

...and yet i could feel my nipples hardening, ah, my nose had caught the whiff of tarmac; i giggled.

what? tarmac? heaven knows why but the smell excites me. same with cordite. i wasnt dragged up in a military, road laying/roofing or firework family. there is no dark secret of tot trains pulled on guy fawkes or fancying an itinerant labourer. actually the last bits not strictly true but its a story for another day.

i arrived latish, slipped my date a little tongue as i took his arm. it was going to be a fun night.

catching up on the latest fb tale i glanced around. the man walking towards us was your doppelganger. he/you looked grumpy but beautiful. i hiccuped with surprise and watched as the man stomped past.

my aunt silvie ad that and it went septic; the accent was perfect, laughing i turned back to you and pulled your head in for a kiss.

it didnt matter who the man was, the idea of meeting so randomly made me smile. i texted you later saying just that. letting you know it was enough...

fantasies...

2009-02-12T04:58:00.004Z

are my secret playground, things that excite me that run like films in my head. i dont have to fantasise within pc parameters, or justify myself to anyone.

apparently the top female fantasy is of rape. this is dangerous water as women dont actually want that, rather they want a man to be strong, take the lead. perhaps it means that the responsibility is taken away as well?

is it similar to men wanting to watch girl on girl but only if they are hot?

my current favourite is going to the adult cinema on brewer street. my companion would be sure of the rules but teases me with what could happen. cue pussy spasms, real. i blush as we reach the entrance, he pays and into the black we plunge.

the cinema is sleazy but the upholstery clean. dirty is good but grimy is not. its my fantasy after all so there. the carpet is sticky as we pad down the corridor. there is a glass cabinet displaying dildos and lube. everything is covered in dust. the smell is yuk, stale sweat, urine, rubber and poppers overlaid with cabbage; eau de pervert.

the film is just starting but no one is there to watch it. well perhaps to get the juices flowing. i want to sit in the front but chicken out as faces turn towards us. like moles, they sniff the air. blind but desperate not to miss anything.

please god they are good looking, or at least clean. here reality and fantasy diverge. i edit out all signs of pot bellies, sweaty small hands and loose mouths. you know the ones where their saliva oozes out.

i sit down keeping my eyes on the screen my hand involuntarily reaches down to my lap. wow that woman just took a huge... fingers are stroking my hair as mine start stroking my knickers. so wet. i have to pause so i can catch my breath. he squeezes my hand reassuringly then pushes it past the elastic guiding it to curl at the mouth of my c**t.

anyone want to watch me fuck this slut? i start as he says this, damn hes off script.

who wants to suck him off? best i can do as lust snakes round me. he laughs and presents a hard cock to the man on his left. its overwhelming me...

slurp, slurp, slurp and i cum...

cornflakes

2009-02-06T03:38:00.002Z

the original breakfast cereal created by dr john kellogg was said to be an antidote to masturbation; one less item on my shopping list then

the bear necessities....

2009-02-04T17:10:00.004Z

you must know by now; intelligence, humour, adventurous and of course, big hands.

doing my bit to further the "special" friendship we have with the states has never been such fun! bear is quite simply a bear of a man. laughing blue eyes, irrepressible smile and hands that can make me cream for england. oh he is bright and open and slightly shy with a wicked line in boxers.

thank you bear for making a snow day so good....

want...

2009-02-01T01:24:00.003Z

..you, up to your hips, in me;

want to gush and see it drip off your face;

want you to fuck me with my breasts squished against the window;

want to?

slave training....

2009-01-31T00:42:00.003Z

...can be fun or a drag.

the women interviewing potential house slaves dont care what you look like but make an effort to scrub up. we want you to enjoy the experience serving us and house slaves are in the best position to meet and serve a mistress for themselves although there are no guarantees.

dont be shy, speak up, tell us why and how you will serve.

we know the courage it takes to come along and publicly admit how much the idea appeals and excites you. your submission will be recognised and honoured; whether you get to meet the dominant of your dreams is down to you but showing up is a wonderful step towards that goal.

go on you know you want to...

dark rooms...

2009-01-19T02:42:00.007Z

are delicious. he wanted to tease me in public, i loved the idea.

we found space to sit in the far corner of the room, next to a couple having sex. he squeezed my hand as we settled down to watch. whenever they changed position we kissed, delaying the start of the end.

you can't see much but thats the point; to be titillated, aroused with the safety of anonymity. easy to forget you are in a room full of horny strangers. easy to let go.

the air was a miasma of poppers, perfume and cum. the smell never fails to turn me on. the sound of slapping of cocks being tugged vied with the squelch wet pussies make.

his fingers swept down the nape of my neck followed by his lips; i whimpered drawing the eyes of the room to us. i heard the rhythm of breathing change. the watchers smelt our game begin.

so slowly i wanted to scream he ran his thumb over my collar bone. the goal of our game is to make the other lose control. looked like he would win.

his hand reached into my corset and lifted a breast free. yes it was heaving! the nipple puckered under his gaze. as he lowered his mouth to suck i closed my eyes; shutting out the voyeurs gathering round.

he caught and held the hand i reached out to touch him with. damn. i felt faint as all the blood in my body puddled in my clit. that wasnt the only puddle. definitely one advantage of wearing rubber is its waterproof qualities.

as he pulled my other breast i laughed; half naked, filled with lust, ringed by strangers wanking. i felt so powerful so fucking hot. i cam, hard. you whore, he whispered, i only sucked your tits an you've cum in public, i won. so did i, i replied, so did i...

its sex love..

2009-01-15T03:36:00.004Z

not to be used against a girl the following day; purrlease!

men say it all the time, usually just before they cum. each word matching the final thrusts, i love you. of course, in that moment, you do, but i wouldnt dream of holding you to it. i wont be whispering the news down the phone to my mates so why should you?

i get carried away during sex, i go deaf when i cum and spend quite a while twitching like a landed fish. i am at my most vulnerable and quite frankly taking my words of love to heart when you made me cum like a train is simply not fair.

so dont look so worried, if you want to know if its sex love or love, ask!!

getting ready..

2008-12-24T09:15:00.003Z

is a delicious start to a nights decadence.

ordinarily i can haul arse embarrassingly quickly. no faffing here! horses faff, men fiddle, i float; that is until the false eyelash gets stuck to my bra and i simply cannot find the nipple clamps.

the ceremony begins with a decision on the look for the night. while my bath is running i pluck the items from drawers, cupboards, hat boxes and place everything on my bed. the excitement is fluttering in me, it makes me giggle as i move to the bathroom.

everything should be swathed in steam. my bubble bath releasing wafts of scent as i gingerly slide a foot in. i like my baths to be really hot, so hot my flesh blushes and i feel faint. my body is covered now, foam hanging like blossom from my breasts, beads of sweat collect on my top lip. aaaahhhh.....such an odd mix of peace and eroticism. i love stroking my skin, watching the water run everywhere. reaching for my book and chocolate its a race to eat and read before lust takes over.

you know im a naughty girl, naughty in the way that santa likes. if it feels good do it often and revel in the sensations. pacing myself adds to the suspense. i cant wait though, i slip a finger down my pussy, the clit so hard if i wasnt already soaked i would be, well soaked!

chocolate tasted, a paragraph or two read and im wrapping myself in huge fluffy towel. moisturiser, body powder and perfume next, then face. underwear comes last or its ruined before i leave. eyebrows lined, extravagant makeup with lashes and bold, red, cocksucking lipstick are carefully applied. hair teased into shape, corset donned. never tightened before arrival. finally knickers and stockings inched over legs and fms placed on feet. one more spritz of perfume and i leave looking gorgeous, so ready for you...

i miss the secret of us...

2008-12-15T04:58:00.004Z

it surprises me, i didnt think i would.

dont get me wrong, you are wonderful, so full of passion, of joy. but the space outside is crammed for both of us. unlike a dog you were just for christmas.

you know the door, my door, will always be open to you whether as lover or friend.

its not just the insanely hot sex, its how we are together, the potential. scary, freefalling, life changing and wonderful...

hurrah for saffers..

2008-11-27T03:57:00.006Z

some of my more memorable sex of late has been with saffers. well to be fair two were home grown and one moved there, still.

they have such enthusiasm and energy for sex it becomes a simple pleasure without any extraneous rubbish. its fun, dirty, boisterous, giggly fun. wonderful.

pumpkin was no exception to the saff rule.

we talked, we met, it could have gone either way. he looked great, was charming with a wicked smile. we swapped likes/fetishes/fantasies. he strolled round the area leaving me talking to friends. i watched him walking back and felt my pussy tighten.

i asked him what time he turned into a pumpkin, not for hours so i kissed him.

he loves kissing i had to see for myself; damn he was good. firm, insistent, and able to coordinate his limbs to increase the heat. he licked my neck and bit, i was squirming, close to cumming. i told him how wet he made me. we went somewhere private to see.

we pulled each others clothes off. i laughed with joy. we tasted us, stroking, tonging, nuzzling our way to 69. his cock stood proud, pre cum calling me. he/it tasted delicious.

i came lots, over and over. he took me from behind, his necklace, cold, hit the g-spot on my back. i came again. i straddled his arse wishing i had my strap-on with me. i whispered how i wanted to fuck him with my strapon; the dildos were large and larger, which did he want? we both know the answer came the tight reply. he talked dirty, i came. apparently hed never had someone cum on his backside before. strange.

it was getting late/early when i left. i didnt shower till i was home. its so nicely sleazy having sweat and cum all over your body, dont you agree?

burlesque against breast cancer

2008-11-15T02:58:00.005Z

http://www.burlesqueabc.com/ set up to raise money for a wonderful charity. breast cancer effects so many men and women. no joke, men too. its inspired me to check my own lush breasts out rather than ignore the possibility. you also get another excuse to feel yourself up, winner!

it started with the erotic anthology, all the writers donating stories based on what burlesque means to them. wonderful indulging my pervery and giving to charity by buying the book!

readings followed; swarees of oral erotisism, burlesque and corsets.

imagine the scene (or check the photos), waterstones, nottinghill, a bubbling ball of voyeurs, wine and nightfall.

i watched the audience wriggling in delight and embarrassment the prude winning out. what is it about us that has us pretending that we weren't excited by the women undressing in front of us? they were hot and straight(ish) as i am i would have....

we were uncomfortable with glimpse of our naughty sides. so unfamiliar almost everyone reverted to stiff upper lipness rather than riding the moment. bet there would be a few furtive fumblings on the journeys home.

i knew i was getting really turned on. my nipples rubbing uncomfortably against my bra. i glanced at the man sat next to me. our legs touched and i wondered how good his skin would feel as he lowered himself onto/into me? fuck the semi clad girls and porn thoughts were making me flush. if i sat up straight could i create any friction on my pussy? sod that,i nearly ran to the ladies.

in honour of the night of the cause i fingered myself to a quiet but satisfying orgasm.

back at my seat i turned to my stranger, offering my sticky fingers for shaking. delightfully he raised my hand to kiss it. his nostrils flared as he breathed in my scent, looking up he smiled and began to lick, heaven....

as capitalism is broken lets offer up hedonism with masses of spiritualism in its place. bugger whether it works but we'd all be a shit load happier.

imagine

2008-11-06T09:03:00.005Z

being in a dark club. we arrive late and as you change your clothes you feel shy. im different, hard, i made you lick me dry but nothing else. you needed to feel your cock in me, waiting is agony/ecstasy.

god i want you. it is so fucking exciting playing with you, holding back. taking my pleasure.

i walk you round like a lap dog, they all want to touch, tough luck, tonight you are mine. your cock is rock hard but you know you want to wait as the anticipation is driving you crazy. you dont need to see me get wet to know im dripping. its a game, you want to know how long i can last. damn its hard.

there's an empty whipping bench, your mouth dries as you nod at my silent question. is this what you want, to be displayed in public, having your play turn them on too? cant back out now you want to feel my hand as it slaps your arse. you want to hear the crowd stop breathing.

the mood becomes frenzied, you can hear the moans as cocks and fingers are thrust into wetness, moving in time with my strikes. you feel so much love, the high is incredible.

without a touch you almost cum, almost.

so you take what i give, knowing that when i finish, i will have you, anyway i want you.

we burn so brightly. our passion louder than the music. you are safe at the moment you are so totally exposed. free to be.

imagine the possibility...

indulge the reality... you know we want to.

diy can be fun

2008-10-27T17:08:00.003Z

dont get me wrong, mention diy and you will see my eyes glaze over. the whole thing, from traipsing round a soulless warehouse, to weeks of paint blobbed walls, makes me shudder. possibly the only part of the process i do enjoy is living with the results. for me, life is just too short so i dont but happily save up my pennies and get a man in who "does".

surprisingly i have discovered the most delicious exception to my moratorium on diy.

curled up in bed, reading my much loved Scarlet magazine. there was an article about genital casting, with pictures, it looked like fun. i already owned a large erect cock made of plaster and painted in a gaudy gold. complete with testicles, halved to form a tray. it sits on my dressing table, making me giggle. perhaps i could create a forest (?) of cocks; what is the collective term for penises, i so wish it was knob, there is one, look!

i knew who i wanted to ask i just had to find someone who sold a kit. my google searches started with genital casting and kits. mostly i found medical suppliers selling plaster of paris for encasing broken bones. well i hoped i wasnt going to break that bone and kept searching. i eventually found an adult site selling cloning kits for both boys and girls bits. i put in a bulk order.

unsure what the answer would be i sent my target model an email. he has a lovely cock. well proportioned (big), cut, thick, lush. yay he was keen, we arranged a time.

the day arrived and typical of me i hadnt read the instructions. i had got vaseline to stop the mix sticking to his trimmed pubes. he had heard enough of my stories to decline my help in removing them. we moved upstairs, neither of us sure how it would all go.

as he shed his clothes i began to read the instructions, laughing out loud at the top tips; place the tube against the erect penis and cut off to length, the penis must be fully inserted within two minutes, oh it went on. i was giggling so much he had to measure and cut the tube, covering the rim to prevent scratching, himself.

his cock winked at me. how could i resist the urge to lick and suck it. i have always wanted to be able to add "fluffer" to my cv, this was great practise. not that he needed any help, he never does bless him, but better safe than sorry. i was getting engrossed only reluctantly releasing the suction with the promise of more cock when the cast was done. humphhh.

the whole process was very precise. the temperature and volume of water, the consistency of the cast, timings and well lot of room for errors. none of this was helped by my need to have his cock either in my mouth or in my pussy.

i poured the mixture into the tube, guiding his hard cock into the centre. the overflow went everywhere. there had been a top tip about managing extra large appendages but i must have skipped that. oops. the head of his cock was touching the side of the tube but there was no wriggle room. hey ho it would still be fine.

the cast made and left to dry, i could now claim my reward. it was worth the wait. god knows what the neighbours would have made of all the noise. i still blush at the thought of being served an asbo.

included in the kit was a small vibrator which i inserted into the mixture, leaving it to set as i greedily eyed his rapidly hardening cock. sadly time was against us and the mix needed 24 hours to fully set. i promised to send him pictures of the finished article.

i really will get those done this week but ever since the copy of his gorgeous cock was revealed in all its glory it has been in almost constant use!

now who can i try the pussy kit on?

that minute...

2008-10-12T02:23:00.004+01:00

...you know the one.

its that minute i get to stare at you as i pull into the car park?
you stand, waiting, your face is unusually still. it has been a while, but you havent forgotten. that minute is my indulgence. being a voyeur. i smile, beep the horn and wave.

or is it that minute i open the boot for your luggage and dont just stop and move into your arms? i suddenly feel shy. the time we share is crammed with passion. the intensity, is it still there? have we/he changed? if we were dogs its in that minute we would sniff each others bums.

perhaps its that minute following the cascade of news. although intimate we share passion not our lives so the news is oddly stunted. he pauses, then reaches out a with a beautiful hand and strokes my thigh. in that minute the match is struck, flares, then settles. we arrive.

maybe its that minute we walk through the door and he catches my arm to make me stop. stop bustling and retreating into hostess mode. does he realise in that minute how vulnerable i feel, is it the same for him?

on reflection i know its that minute when we face each other and look. he brushes a curl from my kneck, his hands running down my arms to my arse. i touch his shoulders as my body moves into his. his hands continue their journey to my thighs. hesitating, then softly gathering my skirt up in bunches. i sigh.

in that minute, the flame, touches, us.

in that minute, passion erupts, the need to feel/taste/smell him/me is everything.

in that minute, to connect, viscerally, be consumed, utterly, is all. in that minute...

no, no, no!

its that minute. that minute he slides into me as i open. that minute holds our truths. that quiet pause of here, now, shared. that delicious, wonderful, minute. toe-curlingly naked. glorious. real... you know the one.

saran wrap

2008-09-16T02:06:00.007+01:00

admit it; i ask if you want to play with saran wrap or clingfilm, which one sounds sexier? not clingfilm.

its what you wrap left overs in. worse you use it for keeping a paint brush from drying out between decorating sessions. you can use it to keep wounds clean if you dont have bandages and yes you can use it in one of my favourite play scenes; but it is so much sexier with the name "saran".

so weve played hard. hes cum several times and looks just about shattered. im not. even though the room looks like a whirlwind passed through and both of us are breathing hard im good to go. he was frolicking the day before and apologetically questions whether he could get it up again. Always up for a challenge, i smile, let me show you what i can do with saran.

pornstar new experiences, bless him. passed on to me by a friend he is the gift that just keeps on giving. we met and talked over several glasses of wine and having discussed preferences arranged to meet. an experienced and sensitive playmate, its been fun introducing him to bdsm and stretching his boundaries.

we have indulged in lots of games covering everything from sounds to steel butt plugs. there really is nothing like a newbie to get the imagination going. finding the balance between what he would find erotic and things that could scare is delicate operation. im more used to playing hard with subs that understand and need a firm hand. the novelty of the situation really excited me.

i stood him up at the end of the bed. he was intrigued and his cock began to harden. wrapping someone is not as easy as it sounds. there are guide lines about not leaving it on for more than 15 - 20 minutes as the wrapee will sweat profusely; it can really mess with their heads so plenty of tlc when the session ends; water for them and a fresh towel to rub them down is a nice finishing touch.

i started winding the saran around the tops of his legs then torso. i stopped there to avoid scaring him. i could see that he wanted to giggle, that would change. saran starts off loose but the more you wind it round the harder it gets. it sort of sets into solid plastic. the realisation dawned on him as he tried to move his arms and couldnt.

all the time was talking about what a slut he was letting me do anything to him. my voice was soft, slow and slightly quieter than normal, making him strain to hear. i brushed my hand against his now fully erect cock. it would have been uncomfortable. i smirked, wouldnt be able to get it up? he just looked at he floor. i could see how hallow his breathe was and leaned in to whisper. im going to tear open a hole and either fuck around with your cock or arse. cock or arse boy? it took him a few seconds to answer and then he was so quiet i had to get him to repeat it. my arse, he said, please.

there is nothing hotter than a man asking to be fucked. who willingly will pull his arse cheeks apart and offer up his rosebud to me. fabulous.

i pulled out a small pair of scissors and his eyes flared in alarm. i stroked his face as i reached round to pat his bum. turn round. he kind of hopped and i had to hold him up. i sank to my knees and bit him on one cheek making a small hole. i had to enlarge this using the scissors. satisfied i got up and ripped the hole open. he was shaking with nerves/passion.

i spoke louder as i began pulling all of the wrap off him. alternating this with caressing his hole. he was so relaxed i licked my little finger and gently pushed it in. the dirty boy pushed back into me, onto my finger. tart, you want more dont you. he nodded. i stripped off the last of the wrap and told him to get on the bed, on all fours. he wobbled as he took up the position.

he looked so horny. his cock was near to bursting and he couldnt wait. i poured lube down his crack, watching him wince at the cold. i circled a finger round his anus gently increasing the pressure till it slipped in. this was soon joined by a second and the third. my other hand was stroking his back as my thumb and fingers teased his rim to open up more and more.

breaching a guy for the first time is special. it takes time and patience. watch for signs of discomfort as often the ability to talk goes. gently massaging his rim relaxes his arse allowing deeper penetration. keep pouring on the lube and use a toy or your fingers to introduce it up his arse. dont go straight for a dildo as your fingers can tell you more.

i pulled my fingers out. they were clean. i told him to lay on his back with his legs open. his cock looked magnificent. taking the lube i liberally poured it over his hand instructing him to slowly wank himself. i re lubed my fingers and moments later i was massaging his prostate.

i looked into his eyes as i caressed him internally. he was close to cumming. let go i said and he did. his whole body jerked forcing my fingers out. he looked stunned as spunk flew everywhere.

damn that was good he mumbled. i reached for a towel, drying him. he sipped his water and grinned as i reached out to pull him into a cuddle. the sigh he gave was the end game. he had been brave and had his reward. time for mine later.....

dreaming

2008-09-15T22:35:00.012+01:00

the dream is so lucid i wake up each time thinking its real. my skin is coated in a sheen of sweat and my hands are between my legs, a finger resting on my clit.

i take a minute to catch my breath and will my eyes to stay shut. maybe i can pick up where i left off. sighing i push the covers off my body and head for the shower. it wouldnt work and i didnt want to cheat.

i have the same dream several times a month and its always erotic. the details dont change, the action doesnt morph and it always ends the same; at the apex of a spine-shattering orgasm i wake up...

picture the reception room of stately home. you know the ones; long with ceilings so high you would have to get a mountaineer in to change the light bulbs. graceful, elegant and other worldly. can you see the room now, good, let the dream unfold

the owners are abroad and have put the house to bed. we are the only ones here but it feels like the quiet has an animal quality about it. we dont speak as we drift through.

dust lies undisturbed for much of the wooden floor but you can see where we scuffle it. two sets of footprints, one larger than the other. we swirl around in a silent dance and still the room holds its tongue.

the furniture is shrouded with dust sheets and the window shutters are closed against prying eyes. we pull at the covers on two of the chairs and sit and simply gaze at each other. you get up and throw open one pair of shutters, the light changes the feel. i can see the dust motes dancing in the ray of sunlight flooding through the gap. i want to see it play across your skin.

at the end of room is a vast, ornate mirror, lent against the wall as if it was just to heavy to be hung. its at least ten foot tall, the guilt surround gives it a magical hint. its the mirror that the queen asked of who was the fairest in the land?

i laugh as i start skipping towards it pausing to catch his hand and pull him along. we both laugh and his casual grip turns to one of desire. He has hold of my jumper, i twist and slip it over my head. i am left in my bra and skirt, you can see us cant you, and he strips off his top.

i look at him through the mirror. he removes his jeans and then his oh so white pants. the site of such beauty makes me wet. my heart is beating faster and i smile.

he gestures to me and i nod in acquiescence. i watch in the mirror as he moves towards me. he gently strokes my skin and takes off my remaining clothes. i stand in front of him naked, willing him to follow my lead. as i turn he comes to stand directly behind me. i can feel his cock resting against my back.

i look at the picture we make in reflection. if he touched me now i would cum. the silence is broken as he whispers how much he wants me.

he stands half a head above me with his shoulders being the only visible part of his body that mine doesnt cover. i lower myself to the ground and arrange myself into a cross legged position lowering my hand to my lap. i look up to meet your eyes. you kneel down, reach round and caress my breasts. i tremble as i close my eyes and start to play with myself.

he watches for a while before he pulls me onto his lap, onto his cock. i feel every inch as he slides into me. i feel his wiry pubes against me as i settle. i squeeze him, relax, squeeze, relax, squeeze. he trembles as i raise myself up till just the very tip of his head is at the opening of my pussy. i search out his eyes as i drop down and then squeeze.

i cant hold on, can he, shall we? he nods as his face contorts, his fingers pull my hips firmly down as i start to scream i cant breathe or hear him roar as he cums and then...

well then i wake up.

existentialism....

2008-08-18T20:53:00.002+01:00

sitting in a crowd of new friends i was suprised to find myself listening to the thoughts behind existentialism. ok as theories go it has its points. kind of lacks the colour and fantasy element that adds sparkle to the mundane though, for me that is. apparently thats because i live in a dream world i have created to avoid reality.

i'm happy to let anyone have their beliefs but struggle with the proselytising that seems to go with it. just because i choose to live my life my way should not be taken as a sign i am a lamb who has lost her way. far from it. my life is lived as i want it. whether it appears real or false matters not a jot. for me its like decorating your home; you want to be comfortable and make your home an oasis dont you?

to my mind there is so much ugliness that a little fluffy mixed with masses of passion makes sense. if im in good shape then im better able to help my family, friends and with whats left extended family. so what if i choose to believe in the easter bunny and plunge baths? one is certainly more innocent than the other but both are guaranteed to bring a smile to my face.

could i take on board the idea that outside our life there s nothing; that emotion is the result of electrical pulses in our brains? of course, i once had blind faith in a mystery being called god so a vacuum of nothing could work just as well. im bright and well read enough to know there are choices.

in the face of these erudite grown ups who seemed to gain comfort from the lack of anything magical; who bridled at the mere suggestion of faith, spiritualism, alternative reality, fantasy and the easter bunny, did i fold? i may have taken the simple route of you have your reality, i have mine bu the cut off my retreat. apparently theirs is the only reality, mine was false and they need me to see that. sound familiar?

i love blackcurrant squash and have always put the water in my glass before the blackcurrant. its how i do it, i think that the squash is better distributed by gravity. in my mind that works. but no thats wrong. i could if i wished keep doing it my way but only if i accepted that actually it was better putting the squash in first!

so what. i dont care. you have your way and maybe scientifically youre right. however my way makes me happy and affects no one. dissidence on that level is not the butterfly wing tsunami. worth a row? no. let them live in their reality. i like mine better. passion, love, colour, music, emotion, dreams fantasies, they are in my reality.

the straw that broke the camel's back...the suggestion that plunge baths may not exist. i flipped, that dream has been a stalwart of my wank bank and i will not give it up without a fight.. curiously they retreated in the face of my anger. seems they were mistaken.

also seems to me that my reality trumped theirs for being that much more real; for being promoted with heart and soul. so in the end passion, electrical or not, for whatever we believe in will always triumph over sterile, soulless realities.

i choose how i live and love life with all the trimmings, specially the one with the players stripping off and jumping into the bath....yum!

hot and horny

2008-08-05T00:08:00.003+01:00

you know those nights when you get invited out by friends, maybe for dinner, dancing or just to catch up? well i dont often make the effort. its not my thing, groups of women or worse couples just make me act up in the worst way.

this evening had been different. two of my very best friends and i had had a few cocktails and been to a burlesque night down in holborn. we had dressed up and looked fine. I had my favourite rubber corset and a long almost demure black skirt. i say almost as i was going commando and it was slightly opaque. even with mates i loved to feel naughty.

it was a good night. we laughed a lot and flirted more. three confident women drew men like moths to a flame. it was a girls night though so a little flirting was allowed but unless the guy was amazing we always shared a cab to our respective homes.

I got more and more horny. the dancers were gorgeous and burlesque can be very erotic. it crossed my mind that perhaps i could get away with snogging one of them? no said the girls. i shrugged. i knew i was getting wet and that the deferred pleasure of playing with myself when i got home would just about make up for not grabbing someone now.

it was fun being out but after a few hours i wanted to have some me time. all three of us piled into a cab. the driver raised an eyebrow and laughed as he asked if we had had fun. he started it, honest. he was one of those cabbies who loved the girls. i was the last stop and it was about twenty minutes drive from my mates. i know he had watched me lick my lips and smooth my skirt. his eyes widened as i pulled my top out to let in a cool breeze.

my corset felt like it was getting tighter and i knew i needed help to get it loosened. I also knew what i wanted to happen. I needed someone to touch me and there were only two of us in the cab.

it must have crossed his mind, the possibility of something happening. i knew he was hard, of course he was. i text ed my mates. is it just to chav to fuck the cabbie? yes they said. but when did i ever listen to anyone about sex?

i asked if he minded, its very hot, and i cant, could he, would he just loosen? of course. the boys wont believe this he said as he pulled over. if you drive a mile or so on theres a parking place. he paused then nodded.

as he drove i sat on my hands to stop from starting too soon. he pulled up to a small parking space. we got out and he untied the laces on my corset. i turned round and pulled him towards me to kiss him.

his phone and mine rang almost at the same time. we both started. chuckling he went to answer his while i quietly stamped my foot and got back in the cab.

where to now love? home to bed, alone...life was so much simpler before mobiles

the man in the boat

2008-07-21T00:14:00.004+01:00

the man in the boat inside of me
launches himself into the sea
of the juices flowing free
however controlled i try to be

he slips and slides on the tide
of passion from the man at my side
who looks and pulls my lips apart
havoc from the very start

he touches and pulls my clit
bite and nibble tug and flick
i pull his hair and raise my hips
to meet his tongue as lust rips

crashing through our jumbled limbs
we enact the original sins
between awake and fantasy
the man in the boat and
us make three...

everytime i see him

2008-07-19T01:16:00.004+01:00

i catch my breath. he is beautiful but its the mix, the potency of his scent, the smoothness of his skin and just how soft his hair is. add to that the way he moves, the way he kisses, touches, god i can feel my pussy tingling.

he called a few weeks ago. he was on a stopover and wanted to know if i wanted to see him. good grief what did he think i was going to say?

we talk, a bit. he goes quiet and i rabbit. its nerves. the desire is so strong, i cant stop myself.

imagine a hot day you are looking at a pool brimming with azure water. do you stop and consider the shock of the cold, that you are still in street clothes or do you jump in and splash and laugh till your sides ache.

for ever i have been drawn to water. i used to fall into the local ponds, paddling pools, puddles, rivers so often that finally my mother left me standing on the back porch in my wet knickers and vest till i had dried off. worked for a while but i still find it hard to resist.

he is like the most enticing, reviving body of water i have ever clapped eyes on.

he ran his hand up my leg, under my skirt, bunching the material as he went. i stood still for as long as i could as wave after wave of luvste washed over me. we kissed and found ourselves in a mass of curling limbs.

i pulled him upstairs and we tumbled onto the bed. clothes were flung everywhere. his hands were everywhere. all our movements were big and so wonderfully passionate. he felt the wetness of my fanny, rubbed my clit between his fingers. i felt myself stretch as they slide in and i nearly fainted.

he pumped his hand and then his cock in and out. i wanted to feel his cock in my arse but had to pause. he's huge. he came in great globules of spunk that showered my skin. i ran my hands through it and licked him off me. he tasted gorgeous.

i came in rumble of emotion. my whole body shock and he held me as i blubbed big fat tears.

now we are both present - he whispered...

what did we do before texts?

2008-07-18T21:21:00.003+01:00

monday

es - hey babe wanna fuck

mg - course

es - wanna watch you suck my fat cock

mg - yum

es - what time shall i come over

mg - working late, 9

es - what time is the earliest you can do im out with the boys later

mg - how long have you got sweet pea, up for a quickie but need a good fuck?

es - will have an hour or so i reckon

es - ok, whats the earliest you can do or i could come to your work and video us fucking in the loo :-)

mg - hot idea but just not good right now

es - fuck really wanna play with your tits

mg - dirty boy

es - yeah, are we fucking tonight?

es - im tucked up over the weekend. you around. babe?
es - shame...

tuesday

es - wanna fuck and video etc? will you dress up if i beg?

es - are you home tonight , or another?

es - just finished job babe. could be at yours for 9.30 or 10 if youre up for it or we could leave it

mg - on a tight schedule honey, would be fun cant be late on a school night though

es - jobs dragging whats the latest i can cum. gonna dress as a school girl

mg - headmistress maybe. silk kimono or red rubber frock plus saucy undies

es - fuck! rubber! really? wanna film us

mg - you cant film sugar, fucking me not hot enough?

es - shit sorry its fucking great you are such a dirty bitch

mg - x

mg - youve never mentioned rubber before, do you like it?

es - hell yeah

es - will look great on camera, my cum on red rubber!

es - thats the one, obviously loads of makeup and bright red cock-sucking lips
es - wanna see you dildo your soaking wet c**nt while i play with myself
es - been told im here all fucking night...

wednesday

mg - late night at work can get out of it :-)

es - fuck ive ben hard all day. wanna taste you

mg - i could slip off my chair im so wet - bugger - damn - fuck, its shouldnt be this hard to get laid sweet pea

es - grrrr

thursday

es - mates night out, fuck my balls are full
mg - c**t tease!

friday
es - well?
mg - too tired sweet pea you know how i hate to say no :-((
es - common babe, ive got a raging hard on for you. have black coffee

mg - have a shower...make it cold!

Why tights?

2008-07-07T01:10:00.003+01:00

let me explain. i had met him before in a club. he was so hot and very rude and knew it. but he turned me on something rotten. we kind of tentatively agreed to meet the following weekend at another, smaller club. when i dressed i was thinking about what i would let him see, how it would feel, ease of movement for dancing.
i settled on a black mini, corset and pretty top with fishnets, tights of course, i didn't want to look too slutty just enough.
we met, danced and snogged. nothing heavy just enough for me to really need want him. just enough to know that we weren't suited but would have great sex.
he walked me to my car. it was drizzling but i had a long coat on. when we found it he pushed me against the door and forced his knee between my legs. i went with the flow, curious to see what he did. he swooped in to kiss me, infuriatingly slowly. i tried to speed him up but he was having non of it. his hand ran down my back and up my skirt. i was dripping and he grinned when his fingers found me. slut. i smiled.
i gasped as he pulled the gusset of my tights and ripped a hole in them. ill get you new ones. his fingers slipped over my clit and toyed with the lips. then he pulled away, licked my juices off his hand and kissed me good night.
it was hot. the tights a winner.

voodoo queen

2008-07-04T21:59:00.004+01:00

what you seek you'll find in me
the less you look
the more you'll see
i scratch the itch that wasn't there
offer harmless flirt to hot affair

you've caught the eye of the voodoo queen
too late to run you've been seen
you should be scared
i'll eat you whole
twist your desires and take your soul

you cant think straight
its my dark magic
you're a willing victim
so tragic
tossed aside
a broken toy
no longer man
barely a boy

the voodoo queen has had her fun
she owns your soul......i am done

ice cream someday?

2008-06-19T20:25:00.003+01:00

we flirt all the time, its fun.
i teased him about how good it would be to snog. he teased me that i couldnt do just kissing. we giggle like children whenever we meet, thats when we arent arguing politics. i bet him 50p that he wouldnt go through with a snog, that he was just a lucy tease. he took the bet and the deal was struck. i didnt think he would.

next time we met things sparkled. for the first time friends picked up on the sparring banter, it felt different. he bottled it but i could only laugh when he chucked 50p on the table as he left. perhaps it was for the best?

i don't know about you but i find the quiet in between so powerful, with the right company, erotic. it was like that the next time. we sat side by side, not touching. he was smoking and i had my tea. we shared the table with a couple of girls and as we read the papers we sunk deeper into the tweeniespace, warm, dark, sexy.

our arms rested on the seats about two inches apart and as we sat i felt the hairs on my arms stand on end.

the girls could have been looking straight at us and never known how much passion was simmering just under the surface.

i text him later saying i never knew how sensual being so close and not touching could be, he said he knew and that maybe, someday....

note to self

2008-06-07T04:57:00.001+01:00

always check the knees of your trousers for signs of misbehaviour!

the cleaner and the kitchen floor

2008-06-03T01:15:00.004+01:00

on friday i was still recovering from the club on thursday. i got in very late and had barely closed my eyes when my man friday turned up. he has spare keys and had let himself in, made coffee and was trying to wake me up by squeezing my nipple; apparently hard enough to bring tears to his eyes but not to wake me!
eventually the persistent stroking of my clit had the desired effect. i showered, dressed, undressed and we frolicked. bliss. its so good to have a session with someone you knowwell but havent fucked for a few months as it feels all new.
there are two contributory factors that add to the wrong/rightness of the sex we share; his girlfriend is my cleaner; she steals my used knickers; i ave also slept with man fridays boyfriend but thats another story
i found out about the knickers one awkward night when he tried to engineer a threesome. me, the cleaner and man friday. it was bumpy, funny, wrong and quite hot in different measures. note to mf, german porn doesn't do it for me!
what started out as a up of tea and a natter in the kitchen slid into news of the world territory. he started taking her clothes off and she was wearing a pair of my knickers, the size was way to big for her and i was gobsmacked. this was a regular they told me. using my underwear to get them off....hmmm.
so back to friday and the kitchen floor. mf makes me gush like a fountain, not sure how but like the easter bunny. i don't care, as long as i get the chocolate eggs/mind blowing orgasms why would i? he makes me cum to order and i squirt so much wetness i wonder i don't shrivel up like a prune.
i keep a shower curtainand bath towel under the bed now in an anti swamp move. i have told you what happened to my pc didnt i?
he caught me in the kitchen and we got so hot. i was laughing and trying to squirm away. i knew i would squirt if he touched me and who wants to flood their hand laid wooden floor? apparently me. i came and came and came. the pair of us were sliding around, on the floor, in my cum. picture two landed fish on the deck. his clothes were soaked, my clothes were too. when i stopped laughing i used my jeans to mop up. the intention was to remove the evidence later.
we had a great lunch getting to my house far later than we expected. we were ready to tackle the mess but it was it was sparkling, unusual for a thursday. bugger it wasn't thursday but friday. i had lost a day.
sadly friday is also the day the cleaner comes...

Its been a while....

2008-05-22T13:01:00.005+01:00

Since we last spoke and there are so many things that have happened that I want to share.

You know I write for fun, tell stories to shock and amuse, well that story I wrote about you, us, was published in Scarlet. The picture I took of the Empire State Building is now in a big coffee table book available on Amazon. I have had amazing sex with interesting people oh and the television show is being aired soon.

I hadn't read the magazine but looking through it last night brought the experience back as sharp and intense as that day.

I wrote about your kisses being so large we climbed inside them and I was stunned that the passage of time had muted that. I suddenly remembered exactly how your hair falls across your face when you swoop in to kiss. The feel of your black v neck jumper and the roughness of the denim covering your proper mans legs. The look of delight as you opened me like a Christmas present and the overwhelming passion.

How could I forget the feeling of drowning?

If you were watching now you would see I'm starting to wriggle in my seat. You know that my nipples are hard and that my skin is starting to tingle. I am running my fingers over my now unswollen lips and chuckle. Who needs a lip plumper with you around?

You made me question my life, look at how I behaved and it wasn't comfortable. I made changes that have made me happier and I place a lot more value on kindness.

I describe you as the most beautiful person, inside and out, that I have had the fortune to meet. You occupy space in my darkest fantasies and bizarrely the occasional thought of you pops up when I'm shopping.

In our story I said that it was enough but how could it ever be? its doesn't say in the bible that Eve had just the one bite and you are such a luscious apple. Am I enough? Are we?

You share stories of girls you fuck, in the lift, against the window and instead of the jealousy I expected it just made me want to be that girl. I want you to fuck me in the lift with the security cameras on. I want to be the one under your desk sucking your cock while you talk business on the phone. I want my tits squished up against the window pane in plain site while you finger me.

You made me feel so beautiful and that is still the case.

Its simple. I'm addicted. Passion is the best of all drugs. You AND passion.... leaves me breathless

next time

2008-04-18T02:55:00.001+01:00

i want you standing in my lounge, slowly stripping for me. i want to really look at your beautiful body. you will kneel and ask me to make it real for you.
you are helpless, tied to my bed, blindfolded. you know i'm wearing rubber from the sounds. you feel it as i lean over your body to fasten the cuff.
i am going to place a lot of pegs round your genitals and nipples. and when you cant take any more i'm going to f**k you....

sweet dreams beautiful boy

g x

his view...

2008-04-04T01:06:00.004+01:00

i watch from the door
as she sways her hips
my hand on my cock,
i lick my dry lips

her buttocks incite me,
bloody hell
shes raising her arm
exposing the swell
of her luscious tits

nipples, hard, pointing at me
i sit down and pull
her over my knee
she feels my excitement
and giggles with glee

you look like a slut
clothes on the floor
legs and mouth open
you're my filthy whore

Is it so hard?

2008-03-23T20:04:00.004Z

what can i say to make you see

the girl that's real inside of me

that isn't Domme or sub

just a girl who wants to love

who uses mirrors and smoke

distracts with a story or a joke

who loves to dress up

and loves to fuck

but keeps herself all walled up

till fate or fortune sent to me

a human style epiphany

is it so hard to see

the fool who stands behind the cool

of outrageous joie de vivre

is it hard to see me?

you asked me things, so direct

i hoped a kiss would deflect

but you saw the move and more

do you want to see it all?

so in answer:

at 50 i dream i'm by the sea

holding the hand of you,

my own epiphany.

Naughty...

2008-03-20T02:14:00.002Z

however hard i try to hide

the naughtiness will slip and slide

squished in the corner, of me, inside

to quiet it down i've really tried

it comes out roaring, makes me ache

the screaming need to find a mate

the thirst created i must slake

from the vanilla i deviate

my saviour/fuck, must be all man

if floods of passion he will dam

how many fingers can he jam

as my sex he starts to ram

feel the heat of passion build

see the empty as its filled

hear the cries of lucy drilled

o h g o d....

my naughtiness is stilled

Colour of Passion

2008-03-15T01:52:00.004Z

She is gorgeous, he is so fine

Watch them closely, you may see the line

Of their auras melding, the colours entwine

Occasionally muted, there is no design

More often shouting as colours combine

Shot through with scarlet for passion

Peppered with lime

Touches of crimson

and yellow sunshine

Sparkles of gold dust

the colour of lust

Watch the story their colours tell

Life without passion, is not life, its hell

When is enough, enough?

2008-03-13T01:08:00.004Z

What's too dirty, too depraved? Where do you draw the line? When do you reassess the lengths you go to to sate the thirst?

I have just had three amazing orgasms. I was sat on my lounge floor; watching porn; surrounded by accessories. I had what I call a "posh wank". Poppers, dildo, vibrator, condoms, lube, porn on two screens, best tissues and camera (just in case). Small window left uncovered to add the exhibitionist element and lower limbs undressed. The "posh" essentials can always be augmented by items in the lounge. Freud would have a field day if not a wank over geegaw's, innocent up to the very moment of use.

I squirted buckets over my lovely wooden floor and idly wondered what the cleaning lady thought? If she had any time between cleaning and stealing my dirty knickers? One leg was resting on a foot stall, the other straight. I had swapped the toys over, nearly dropping the dildo as my hands were slick from lube and my juices. I came hard and it was so good I kept going.

Surrounded by piles of soggy tissues, my toys abandoned. I pull up my knickers and start smiling.

I feel vulnerable now, somehow more exposed than if I was naked. The truth in a gut wrenching cum like that is absolute; live the moment; simply be.

Damn, it was good!

Kit Kat Pt1

2008-03-10T00:07:00.002Z

He looked so, well, vanilla. His online profile sounded like someone had been pondering on what he wanted for long enough and now wanted to see if he could fulfil his fantasy. It helped that his picture was cute and I was bored that weekend. I always stir up trouble when I'm between challenges.

We exchanged some emails through the site, and he wasn't really floating my boat. When he pushed I backed off, when he cooled it I flirted - you know the game.

The turning point was the email he sent describing his fantasy. It was deliciously dirty and I wanted to see if he lived up to the visual he had created for me. This very straight guy, very Essex, wanted to be dragged from his car by four men, pushed to the floor and fucked! Lovely, another anal virgin for me perhaps?

I sent him my mobile number, I wanted to hear what he sounded like, too estuary and it wouldn't matter how cute/dirty he was. Voices along with hands are key for me.He sounded good and we agreed to meet at my local pub.

I was early and he was late.I had been toying with the idea of taking him home but I hate lateness, it makes me mean. Anyone will tell you you don't want me mean. I had sat out in the sunshine of the pub garden and watched him as he walked out looking around. It was interesting to see his face as he first caught sight of me. He had only seen a picture of my rubber clad bottom.

He was clearly nervous so to make sure he stayed that way I told him to go change into the knickers I had taken out of my bag and to bring me back his pants. I was looking at his groin and although now very uncomfortable the suggestion was having the desired effect.

It was an auspicious start to an afternoon of candles, spankings and the fingering that was to lead to kitkat getting his name. In the end he could have been anyone, but then i guess, so could I?

peri

2008-02-16T02:09:00.004Z

each time i looked up, she looked to the floor,
she watched, i could see, as i went to the door.
she has a great body, sharp mind and more
but its men that i love, cock i adore,

i know the potential for trouble is there,
but i catch myself looking at the red of her hair
to take her and use her just wouldnt be fair
a selfish urge that morphs into a dare

shes is needy and helpless as a young cub
into the darkside she would be my sub
she wants to position herself in the hub
of the wheel that drives me and there in lies the rub

i sleep mostly with men, i just cant resist them
occasionally stirred, ill lift a skirt by the hem
to gaze at the knickers of a girls thats all femme
as a rose with her red hair, i could grasp by the stem

if i wanted to journey down that bisexual route
id certainly have her, shes awfully cute
viva la difference? we really dont suit
desires are fickle and without that the whole thing is moot.

sated?

2008-02-15T01:20:00.003Z

no. i want more. beautiful inside and out he is unhinging the barriers. dont get me wrong i need to unbend, i want to truly feel.
what calls to me? i think its the blend of naughty and nice. the pure and depraved.
its hot. its exciting, the bugger of it is that it brings peace, a calmness that is bliss.
i sent my "art" photos as he is such a visual person. do i think he will see what is there? ill let you know...

a to, well z

2008-02-12T03:38:00.001Z

astonishing amazing alluring awesome beautiful bashfull blazing bodacious cavorting cuddling cute cadence delicious delightful delirious daunting engaging exciting enfolding extraordinary fingering fondling fusing fulfilling gushing groaning glowing giving hot here hooli haleleuja incredible intoxicating images imagining juicy joyous jubililant joined kind killer knickers kissing lush licking living licentous melting more melding musing nuzzle nape naked notion oooooo ooodles orgasms outrageous panting playing pulling pleasure quizzical quietly quality questions rampant raw real rolling share sensations souls sexual tremble taking touching tease urgent upifting utter ustion volage volcano voracious very wet wingding wild wishful x-rated xeno xoanon xiph yielding yelling yanking yearning zephyr zealous zinging zygo...

He's here...

2008-02-08T21:08:00.000Z

note to self: breathe

2008-02-06T21:17:00.000Z

Threesomes..

We talked we fucked
A lesson learnt
Fun was had but fingers burnt

Hints dropped, girls topped
Cellophane and stripes of pain
Manipulation, stimulation
Mutual masturbation
Two to three then two again.

You whispered, you fucked
A lesson taught.
Two is fun three is fraught.

Ideas hinted, thoughts minted
Nipple clamp, knickers damp
French kissing and nearly fisting
Whipping, tripping
Sweaty bodies slipping
One to three then one again.

nearly..

2008-02-06T02:03:00.000Z

i catch my breath when i think about how soon i will be touching him. I blush and giggle like a teenager although my thoughts veer down paths not trodden then.

i want to taste him, feel him, hold him. Run my tongue from his balls to the tip of his cock, nibble my way back, swirl round the head and pull on his balls. Part his arse cheeks and smell, him. Gently lick and then push my tongue in.

to see his face close to mine and to kiss for a long time. then have his teeth bite my clit and suck it like a small cock till i squirt over him. to lie under/over/beside his glorious body and be, for the moment, one..

not long now?

2008-02-01T02:23:00.000Z

slipping, sliding, hips colliding,

fusing, bruising, liquids oozing,

linger, finger, shy swinger.

heaving, seething, bodies cleaving,

snogging, flogging, erotic blogging,

frantic, tantric, naughty fan trick

squirming, turning, skin is burning,

stretching, letching, look so fetching.

lewd, nude, lust pursued.

stroking, poking, smells evoking,

wrapping, mapping, buttocks slapping,

slip, flip, bite my lip.

enticing, inciting, sooo exciting

reclining, refining, never defining

desire, fire, the high wire

dripping, tipping, bodice ripping,

mating, sating, deviating,

cum, gush, spurt, explode. all our senses overload

oh to feel

2008-01-25T00:41:00.000Z

his touch, the warmth of his body. the smell of his skin. the softness of his hair as i grab it and pull his face to mine and kiss him...

The wee small hours...

2008-01-24T00:36:00.000Z

I like the day, every day to end on a positive note. In my case that mostly means a nice cup of tea, digestive biscuit and a wank.

I'm not sure what the current vogue is for honesty on this delightful activity but I am happy to stand up and be counted. I love it, its free, makes me feel fabulous and can be a solo or shared activity, winner!

Bootiful was very keen on porn, liked a wank and was surprised when I said 'ditto'. Apparently the young things today never admit to something so basic and wont watch porn in case their boyfriends try some of the activities on them.

What happened to sex education? I know someone who animated a whole project that was used by schools in the 90's. That may explain why they have an electric pencil sharpener under their beds rather than the selection of toys I have under mine?

I try and be open about sex when asked something. Depending on the age on the person asking. I am constantly surprised by the gaps in knowledge. Sex is an important part of life; sex with love is beautiful but sex as a way of sharing and having fun is great too. Why then don't we take more effort to learn. How to please/give pleasure. And everything done safely, cleanly, always.

So back to the wank. I have a blanket I can spread on the floor in my living room. I found it the best place as I can watch DVDs and my PC at the same time. I did mention how much I like it didn't I? I rummage through the options on the web and am constantly amazed at the choice. Marvelous. My DVD collection is fairly extensive, but please don't ask to borrow it as I get upset when I loose one.

Its time..you know the rest, at least if you have been reading the blogs you do. So think of me as i surely will you as my fingers go to work...

Remote Play

2008-01-21T11:34:00.000Z

Its a curious thing when two want a third to be an unwitting player. Don't get me wrong I love helping where I can, but let me play too!

I want to feel that warm sluggishness that sweeps over me when I get turned on, a bizarre counterpoint to the sharpening of my senses. The voyeur in me breathes in deeply.

They have stretched their play boundaries a long way but need the next buzz, the next event to fuel the fire. Well matched, they hunt as a pair, it increases their chances of success. Bisexual? Definitely. I have to concur, why limit your field. Others may think they are just plain greedy. Others probably resent their freedom without questioning the price that's paid for it.

Do they have rules? I am sure they do. Their core values would be stronger than most and they would make conscious decisions on actions they want/have taken.They communicate constantly. They play up to the targets weakness and leverage off the need to help. Our need to feel good through helping others. I find it fascinating.

The question has always been there, on both sides. Would we, should we? Could we, never comes into it, alphas aren't programmed that way. Mostly my initial decisions are stuck too. I think through the scenarios and realise that the outcomes are less in my favour than theirs and pass.

That changed recently but not enough for me. I have a balance to keep and this is too weighted. The looks, the casual touch, the weaving of suggestion in everyday chat. Then the calls, one silent one talking, eliciting response. The subtlest shift in breathing suggests the game is on. The discordant back ground. Answers unacknowledged as pleasure kicks in.

Hedonism in theory is one thing but chasing that thrill at any cost can suggest a crazy lack of self control. Pleasure seeking, interspersed within our daily routines, is the pinnacle for most of us. Creating the environment where we can garner the best experience within a frame work allows us to maintain our sanity and sense of reality.

I admire their tenacity, their creativeness and ability to think on their feet. As long as its on their dime, that innocents aren't hurt, I will watch with a smile, and who knows, even play catalyst again...

Weekend chores should be naughty.......

2008-01-17T00:31:00.000Z

Next to "gusset", she hated the word "chore" most of all words. It was a mean word and was far bigger than any five letters should be. It stalked her and sat, morphed into a disgustingly smug toad. Chore was certain of the attention she would pay it in the end. Chore loved to be in charge, but lets face it , with some women that's never going to happen!

So she did what she did best and transformed the hateful word into an event. Something sexy, something naughty.

When the dread of Chore started to crowd her she turned her charm inwards and began feeling better, she started to feel naughty. She combined her love of being on show with getting the blasted things done. When she felt naughty she simply went out without knickers on.

She would sit somewhere public, a bar, cafe, club and feel the chill of the chair against her naked thighs and arse. She knew that her pussy would spill onto the chair, she loved it. Chore was fading, the tasks became fun. The mundane, an adventure. She loved adventures.

She would look round the room to find the horniest looking man, or woman and stare until they felt her gaze. As their eyes flicked over to her she would drop her gaze to her lap. She knew they would look as she shifted her body in the chair. She wanted to see the confusion she knew would steal over their faces as they strained to see, what?

The thought process was playing out as it always did. Was that woman flashing her panties at him/her? Could they see her, no! surely to god she was wearing; oh! ; the penny drops.

She could see the agitation in the way they held their bodies. She wanted to remind them to breathe. The women's' nipples would go hard and point accusingly at her, telling her they saw what a dirty girl she was. The men's trousers would gratifyingly bulge. There would be a sheen of sweat on the brow, a nervous cough. A quick glance at the partner with them, their eyes swiveling back to her groin.

If only they knew just how good it would be. If only they could try to impress her, maybe? They wanted to reach out and touch. She licked her lips and made direct eye contact, held it till they dropped their gaze. Now they knew, they began to understand it wasn't for their pleasure it was for hers. Only hers.

As ever she is the star of the hottest show in town. They were the interactive audience. It excited her so much to see how turned on they got. How many people she could touch with her pheromone grenades? What did she care of the long term effects? The immediate impact was designed to devastate, to lay waste to the weekend couples. To shake their complacency.

But most of all, it was about just how damn hot under the collar it got her.........It was sooo hot, she smiled as she collected her things and sashayed off, smiling....

I want...

2008-01-16T00:32:00.000Z

Mum always said that "i want doesn't get". One of those off family sayings although I prefer our motto which loosely translates as, "oh fuck it, its Christmas!"

What do I want now, well him. I want him. I want him to want me too.

I want to dress him up in something hot and then very slowly take it off him.

I want to take pictures, lots of them. Of him, of him and me.

I want to lay butterfly kisses on the nape of his neck as I pull his head down to my breasts.

I want him to gasp, to smile, to hear his heart beat faster.

I want him to see what he does to me.

I want his eyes to widen with each new experience we share.

I want .............him....

23 days of planning ...

2008-01-15T00:22:00.000Z

have my knickers so very wet. Its only going to get worse the closer his arrival gets. Christmas, bah humbug, birthdays, holidays can all go by the by for building tension this has them all beat!

I wrap that beautiful boy in saran wrap and when he is secure tease him, torment him, get him to the fever pitch he induces in me. Then, when he is in the place where maybes become absolutes, I can wait no longer. I want him, I press my breasts against his chest, reach round his body and rip the saran open round his arse.

I talk to him slowly, my voice full of lust. I am shaking, dripping and I want to eat him. I tell him how I am going to make him wait till he begs for release. As I stroke a finger round his arse, he smiles. I want to lead him towards the awareness of the strength behind the waiting.

The waiting is a glorious place where anything is possible. The delicious awakening that engulfs him/us, making everything clear. All challenges fade away as mist in the morning. Its a rebirth, ishe/are we brave enough to make the leap. It make him/us confess, to everything, like a cleansing. We are weak with weak and the need of us. The connection deepens as the minds meld, we reach a new level.

I want to smell him, breathe him, lick and taste him. Take him on a journey, an adventure where our senses are heightened, we see the world around from inside a cloud of rainbow dreams. Share the experience. Frolic like children. Sensations rain down, almost too much.

He feels like he will faint from excitement. He revels in the feeling of being rimmed, knowing that I will fill him, take him, own him. I stretch him, his breathe quickens. I pick up a knife as I ease my fingers in his arse and cut the wrap around his cock. Fear momentarily flares in his eyes then subsides as I free his penis and gently stroke it. The tip glistens and he is softly keening. Let go, I will keep you safe. "Cum for me". He does.

I catch him as he slumps and quickly cut the wrap away. I lead him to my bed and gently lay him down. I look deep into him and stroke his check. " My brave beautiful boy. You did so well, you took it all. Thank you darling" I kiss him and hold him tight as orgasm after orgasm rips through my body. I don't need him to touch, him cumming makes me cum. The sharing is everything, the openness he offers fills me. The passion burns.

Truth or Dare?

2008-01-11T00:37:00.000Z

with the endless touching and kissing
they connect at once nothing's missing
questions posed have them wishing
they were open to the fishing

what do they want, is there meaning
behind the fuck, or just dreaming
the truth, and past too revealing
to this their thoughts keep stealing

passion clothes them like her stocking
its set their certainty rocking
maybes come knocking
deliciously shocking
when lips are
locking

Sunday Quickie

2008-01-06T23:13:00.000Z

I have always been fond of a quickie. Furtive sweaty couplings with the added spice of being semi public...mmmm.

I had been feeling more and more horny all day, playing with myself was always an option but I needed cock. Hard, fast and urgent cock. Evening Standard must have smelt the need when he came on line. "whatcha up to, fancy a fuck?" ES is not the most erudite but boy does he have all the ingredients, porn cock, biceps, big hands and kisses gloriously. "always", I replied. "I'm up to my neck in decorating but I fancy a quickie, half an hour?" I was furiously thinking about hiding the mess, showering, shaving AND dressing up. Fuck it, "yes".

As I whirled through the house I decided on a simple stockings, knickers/bra and suit jacket combo, finished off with killer heels. No point putting on knickers till the last minute as they would be soaked through in no time. Teeth brushed, Lucy washed and perfume sprayed. I slipped on the stockings and sat for a minute stroking my thighs.

A Sunday quickie, bliss. The doorbell rang just as I finished putting my cocksucker red lipstick on. I opened the door and he smiled. His cock was pushing the front of his trousers out. I reached for his cock as his hands ran over my breasts.

I led him by his cock up the stairs into my bedroom. I bent over to pick up a book from the floor and slowly backed into his groin. I pushed my arse into his lap as he reached round to pull my tits out of my bra. I moaned and he laughed. "you want this cock in you?" "God yes, now" "Suck it first, make it as wet as your pussy" He walked over to the bed and knelt facing the large mirror. "Take it down as far as you can". He guided my head onto his cock and soon I was bobbing up and down, pausing to lick ans swirl, nibble and massage. I took a bollock in my mouth and gently sucked and my hand pumped his cock.

I needed to feel him inside me, to feel how his cock stretched me. I pulled away and knelt on all fours, facing the mirror, watching him as he positioned himself behind me. He pulled my knickers to one side and thrust the whole length of him into me. I squealed. He pounded into me as I felt the familiar tightening of my pussy. "I've missed you, this, fuck me in the arse" " you dirty girl. Will I fit?" I wasn't sure but had to try.

He flipped me on my back and placed just the head in arse. It hurt and I had to push at his chest as I asked for poppers. He waited, counting to five, knowing that he would fuck me the way I loved best. I should have been Greek!

As he got to five he pressed his huge cock in me. It was still tight but felt glorious. "Can I cum on your tits?" he asked. "Be rude not to." I pushed two fingers into my cunt and felt his cock sawing in and out of my arse. He loved the feeling as much as he loved watching my fuck myself in time with his thrusts. Damn it was good.

As I came he pulled out his cock and took the condom off. He spunked all over my tits and face and smiled as I licked it off my lips. "Thank you" I said. He got dressed and laughed, saying I didn't need to thank him it was a pleasure.

He wasn't here longer than forty minutes but its all about the quality not quantity. What a shagtastic Sunday quickie!

It just so happens my new job is very close to his office. Very public, very naughty, yum.

wet for you

2007-12-25T15:57:00.000Z

i pinch my nipple quite absentmindedly and smile as it puckers. i can feel the lips of my fanny start to swell and the breathe in my lungs grow deeper and lower. my pupils begin to dilate and my pulse quickens.

i run my hands over my breasts pulling one out and bending to bite it. my hands wander down my belly and over my thighs. my legs part and i push my hips forward to meet your phantom hand.

the material on my knickers feels soft as i stroke it, teasing myself. i stop and reach for a drink, my throat has gone dry and i am starting to tremble. i imagine you are watching and touching yourself as i gentle slide my finger along my pussy.

i can hear your breathing, the stillness in the room. knowing i am about to fall.

one finger slips and slides on the wetness and gently penetrates. my clit is so hard and i want to fuck myself hard but hold back.

one then two then three. too tight for more however wet an di am very wet. i hit my g-spot repeatedly, in out, in out faster and faster, then slowly pull back and circle my clit. i can feel you sucking, licking, nibbling me and my orgasm builds.

i cum and spurt and my wetness floods my hand, the throw, the floor. you smile and cum....

Ode to the FBs who make me smile

2007-12-23T22:18:00.001Z

First it was Johnny with his magical thumb,
Then James the sub, I fisted his bum,
KitKat took everything, need I say more?
Sometimes three fingers, sometimes four.
Wasabi man, the one I made cry,
The assasin known as That Guy kisses and touches
till I think I'll die.
Evening Standard couldn't be read,
but boy did he know what I liked in bed.
Balzac, the man whose cock I would kick
and Lunch is on Me, he was a prick.
Junior had a long tongue
and although silly, was hung.
Paul is in training to be
a lovely, sexy, housemaid TV.
Ty and Toby, Richard and Jon,
can all take a break while I work out with Tom.

Corrupt me part 2

2007-12-20T23:20:00.000Z

He was telling me about his experience of sucking cock for the first time. He knew how much I love people who play for both teams. I tried not to dribble but it was an effort. I love watching men getting it on

We were sat in a big lounge, several people had dropped in but they all faded to nothing. He had my attention and for the first time in our friendship I thought about fucking him, it was odd and right at the same time. Can any one person fulfill your erotic fantasies ( well maybe but more of that later)?

He enjoyed the experience of feeling the weight of another mans balls in his hands. Of having his head pushed down on cock, gagging, tasting, timidly at first and then finding his rythm. He loved it but was ashamed about how much. It didn't stop him sucking his room mate off when he got home, and nor should it. I was feeling horny, he wasn't subtle but it didn't matter. I guess it had always been enevitable I mean can boys and girls just be friends?
He wanted to try some new things he had seen in films but didnt know who would have the experience and patience? He knew I would rise to the challenge. He wanted me to corrupt him so I did....

The ozman cometh and cometh and ....

2007-12-20T01:14:00.000Z

We met some months ago and god he makes my toes curl. Just thinking about the blue eyes that laugh when he smiles and his lips. His lips are so sexy, so demanding, insistent; i could cum from just kissing him.

The first time we fucked it was the ultimate wet dream.

He went back home leaving me sated, bruised and immensely chuffed. I would say smug but its not the right word. You all know how completely satisfying sex is when the brain is engaged and both of you are open and wanting. It satisfies in a way that just fucking can't. Don't get me wrong I love sex, I love sharing the energy created, the yumminess of cumming hard, mmmmm.

I was so sure it was a one off, special and delicious and that I could wrap it in a special box tied with smiles and go on my merry way. I rarely thought of him as when i did I got wet, I can feel my nipples hardening just thinking about him. I would drive me mad if I let it.

Then he came back.

I could eat him, drink him dry and still want more. His body clasping mine as his cock is buried, deeply in my pussy. Watching his gorgeous hands run over my body down to my clit. He flips me over and puts his head between my legs. Licking, biting, squeezing my thighs. Waiting for him to reach my cunt makes me feel faint. I can't breath. My clit is swelling and it feels like all the blood in my body is draining into it. Do men feel like that with their cocks?

Finally he swoops down and catches my clit between his teeth. He tugs, fuck its so horny. Everything he does is to give pleasure, take pleasure. Its hard not to scream, I'm noisy anyway but the neighbours have probably had enough after a few hours.

I am so wet he drinks me as he pushes a finger in my cunt and one in my arse, god I love the feeling I want more. I always want more of him fuck fuck fuck I need his cock in me. I need to feel his balls slapping on my arse. I watch over my shoulder as he plunges in, his arse clenching. He pinches a nipple which makes me squeal. "fuck me hard", I say and he does.

I cum so many times in the day we have before he leaves. We even take time out to go to TG. I dress him in the same outfit I wore to the rubber ball and want to take his cock in my mouth and suck and twirl and nibble till his cum slides down my throat... I want him. He knows that.

I want him.

As we fuck hard and fast over and over I can't think, who cares. The ozman cumeth and cumeth and cumeth

He had a craving ...

2007-12-15T20:27:00.000Z

... to experience the wilder side of sex. His list of wants was intriguing to Messalina; he wanted to learn about every dirty little thing he had seen in the porn films he constantly watched. He wanted to be fucked

Messalina got off on making other peoples fantasies come true. It was a happy coincidence that Sam's were particularly filthy. This was his last opportunity to sate his appetite for the unusual as he was due to return home overseas. It was his looming departure date that finally forced Sam to ask Messalina if she would consider introducing him to certain practises.

They had been known each other for a couple of years but they had never felt the urge to fuck. With sex out of the equation they developed a friendship that allowed for both of them to discuss their FBs in detail. Sam was like a sponge when it came to hearing about what women wanted. Messalina saw one of her roles in life was to share her knowledge of all things carnal. She was completly open in answering questions on "how do you do anal", "the place to buy strapons" even suggesting a great lube for a gentle intro into fisting.

They had both chuckled over the way she held court. Messalina loved to be the one people came to , she loved being the centre of attention. If she was in a room of strangers she would deliberatly start an inappropriate conversation to shock and titilate. Sam often thought it was just as well Messalina had a strong set of values that included "never do harm". Sam was probably the closest of all her male friends but even he was kept at arms length.

He had walked into the club one friday to find M intently listening to a young man. He sat close enough to hear without it looking to obvious. Conversations like this were always worth eaves dropping. He was abruptly pulled into the conversation when Messalina suddenly asked him if he had ever sucked cock. He should have remembered that M didnt tolerate bystanders. He could have lied but he knew how M would love to hear the truth. She explained that she was using him as an example to their young friend who worried that he was still a virgin as far as sex with girls was concerned.

Messalina looked at Sam as he described how he an d his flat mate were picked up by a couple of men at a bar and willingly went back to their flat. As he talked about the way the man stripped of and pulled at his hard cock while pushing sam to his knees she felt her pussy swelling. Sam went on talking about his head being forved onto teh strangers cock and how he loved beingmade to do something so dirty. After all this time being friends they both knew it was time.

It was his looming departure date that finally forced Sam to ask Messalina if she would help him with his fantacies. Messalina got off on making fantasies come true. It was a happy coincidence that Sam's were particularly filthy. This was his last opportunity to sate his curiosity for the unusual as he was due to return home overseas where the girls were "nice" and the sex wasnt.

Messalina was ten years older than Sam and liked her men experienced. Sam liked his women, well girls, inexperienced and a lot younger. That all changed as sam described to her how he first sucked cock