Randoms
Two posts in one day, aren’t you a lucky lot?
I don’t think I’ve mentioned this before, but apart from pole dancing my hobbies include making my own jewellery, some of which I sell in my own little shop on a marketplace for handmade items called Etsy. Whilst listing some new items, I stumbled across this.
How utterly gorgeous are they?! They are truly gorgeous, works of art.
Christmas wish list
For the last couple of months when I have received my issue of Scarlet magazine there has been a copy of Love Honey catalogue: there are a few things in there that I would really like. So on my Christmas wish list this year are:
- Durex Play Allure Vibrator – it looks so smooth and, well, alluring
- From Agent Provocateur – the Manuela collection, even though it’s out of stock!
- Ann Summers Riding Crop – I think William is quite keen on the idea of S&M, so this might be a nice, cheap starter for us
- Ass Berry Small Vibrating Butt Plug from Love Honey – William and I have been playing with the idea of anal, but seeing as I haven’t done this particular act in about two years, we need to start from the beginning and build it up. This little toy looks so cute, but I reckon it’s also gonna do the job in stretching me out.
- And, of course, the chance to curl up in my lover’s arms.
Happy Christmas bloggers! Hope Santa brings you everything you wished for
Meet the parents
Thankfully it wasn’t as bad as the film by the same name: we got on like a house on fire, as the saying goes. Before arriving at William’s I was as nervous as hell: what if they didn’t like me? What if I said something stupid? I need not have worried, as despite an small interrogation, they seemed to like me, as they asked me to stay longer! So there’s a weight off my shoulders here, as I’ve never actually had a big ‘meet the parents’ event before. William was lovely throughout, with surprises planned for me (Red roses and my favourite dessert! How sweet?), and held my hand throughout.
We weren’t staying in the same bedroom, so we concluded there would be no sex during my visit. But we were very sneeky! We had an empty house for 10 minutes on the first night of my visit, which was plenty, as we hadn’t seen each other in a week. We had a bit longer the next morning, so I could give him my full attention with an early morning blow job. As his hands tangled up in my hair and his cock started to throb, I knew he was close, but I was feeling greedy and wanted him inside me.
He must have had the same idea as he pulled me to my feet and put me in his bed, covered us up with the duvet and went down on me: his tongue was working his magic on my clit, and his fingers were playing with my bumhole. Then he inserted two fingers into me, one into my pussy, one into my arse, while his tongue continued to lap at my clit. As his fingers moved in and out of me, I was gripping the sheets in ecstacy as I came all over his hand.
William quickly rolled a condom on and slid into me while I was still coming down, and the extra stimulation caused another orgasm to build up. I whispered in his ear that he was was going to make me come again, and he said he was close, that we should come together. And we did. His arms wrapped me up as he came, with my head buried in his shoulder.
Now I’m home again, and probably won’t see him till New Year, and I’m missing him already! But if I get that good a seeing to after just one week, imagine how good it’ll be after two weeks apart….
Exquisite
I love being home at Christmas: it’s cosy and there’s that element of festivity in the air that makes everything warm and fuzzy. But you cannot update your blog for fear of one of your rents walking in on you. I’ve had to type this entry over a week! Although this happened three weeks ago now, I can still remember it because it was so good! Me and my gorgeous musician, William, had been trying to be good, to wait a bit until we had sex, as we didn’t want to rush into things. We wanted it to be done properly and for it to be (clique as it sounds) special.
So we set a date, as basically every time we saw each other the electricity and sexual tension between us was huge. We hadn’t had penetrative sex, but he had already made me come just through touching me and rubbing my clit through my clothes. We knew that by setting a date, we could set the scene, make everything perfect and it would mean we wouldn’t give into the urge and have a quickie.
William was going to cook for me, I was to supply the dessert (actual dessert here, not sex!). I arrived at his house, slightly late as I had been making myself up, and had the dilemna of ‘to dress up or not to dress up’. I decided to dress up slighty, with fancy underwear, a simple ,yet cleavage enhancing dress and high heels. He had already started cooking when I got there. There’s something sensuous about cooking together, sharing the wine as you cook: he would stand behind me at the cooker, one arm wrapped around my waist, the other copying my own arm and stirring the vegetables in the pan. He would carefully tease me, lowering his head to my neck to kiss the curve it made as it joined my shoulders. Then it was back to business. Oh yes, teasing indeed.
I have to say, I was nervous. Well, perhaps 10% nervous, 90% excited (Ode to Armageddon). I knew it was going to be good, I don’t know how, but I did. After our sumptuous dinner, he lead me upstairs by the hand, where he’d tidied his room especially (messy boys!). We stood in the middle of the room, in each others arms, kissing each other, slowly letting the feeling of wanting increase even more than it already was between us.
My dress was the first thing to come off, as he untied the ribbons at the back and lifted it up over my head. He briefly ran his eyes over my body in approval, his hands on my waist, pulling me towards him to embrace me as we kissed again. He walked me to his bed, still kissing me, and laid me down on it.
I would like to point out that at this point I was frustrated at the fact that I was semi-naked but he was still fully dressed. As if he was reading my mind, he pulled his shirt up over his head, and then I pulled him on top of me so he was between my legs.
As our hands wandered over each others bodies, my hands running through his hair (I had previously discovered this makes him putty in my hands), I moved my head to his side so I could kiss the length of his neck: starting at the jawline, up to the earlobe where I gently nibbled, then onto that part just behind his ear, where I bit down. This made William moan with pleasure, and he wrapped me up in his arms, squeezing me and pulling me closer to him.
This was definitely the catalyst to William getting the rest of his clothes off, as I was soon helping him undo his belt and pull his trousers off (he handled the socks!). He returned to his previous position of being on top of me, as I lifted my legs up and wrapped them around him, encouraging him to start rubbing and stimulating my clit through my knickers with his already rock-hard cock. He returned the favour of kissing me on the neck, gently nibbling my shoulders.
Then he quietly asked, almost nervously ‘Do you want to do it?’, which I thought was incredibly sweet. I nodded, probably with a schoolgirl grin on my face, as he got up to get a condom from the drawer (yes, an advertisement for safe sex!). While he was up rumaging through the drawer, I took the remainder of my clothes off, a lay, somewhat seductively, with my arms above my head and one knee bent, to entice him back to bed quicker.
In fairness, I don’t think it mattered how I positioned myself, he’d have hurried back anyway! He lay on top of me, with his hand between my legs, gently circling my clit. This was driving me wild, as I’d rather have his fingers inside of me, so I pleaded with him to do so. He did, thrusting two fingers deep inside me, causing me to literally arch my back in pleasure. He eased his fingers out of my, only to replace them with his cock, sliding it into me, as I gasped at how it filled me up completely.
I was already worked up to oblivion, so it was inevitable that it wouldn’t take long for me to come: our legs were entwined, my fingernails were digging into his buttocks, I was biting down hard onto his shoulder, and with each thrust it brought me closer to climax, which was earth-shattering, causing my body to shake. It was very good. As it turned out, he likes it rough, so the fingernails and the biting tipped him over the edge, too.
Our night did not end there though, oh no. After a short breather, comprising of mini hugs and kisses and snuggling under the duvet, it was time to raunch it up a bit. Cue my favourite (well, it was. I’m now torn, as William makes the missionary so damn good), from behind. Being as I was feeling so rested after our cuddles, I decided to be lazy and lie on my front, propped up on my forearms, and have William slide into me from behind like that. This meant he got to lie on top of me again, and I could turn my head to kiss him passionately as he thrust into me from behind.
Here’s the funny bit (it’s funny now): William is quite well endowed, at least seven inches, so he has to be careful he doesn’t go too deeply. Which he did. And it hurt! This resulted in me whipping my head back in response to the pain, and headbutting him. So concerned was William about him hurting me that he withdrew and insisted in giving me a head massage. I’d completely forgotten the fact that I’d headbutted him, so he had received the pain too.
Once we’d got over the multiple pains, we giggled, and started all over again.
Sweet music
So we started a little discussion on my previous post, about musicians, and the general conclusion that they make better lovers.
Let’s look at the evidence: William is by far the best lover I’ve had (more on that another day) and he plays several instruments. Barry, although morally bankrupt, I have to admit was pretty hot in bed. The rest on my ‘list’ did not play instruments, and, well….they were lacking, certainly compared to the top two.
Why is this? What is it about playing music makes you a better lover?
Now, I’m sure that just because you pick up a guitar and play a few notes does not instantly make you a God in bed. So I hypothesise that as you practise your music playing and improve, you improve in bed. So perhaps it’s the sheer fact that you’ve put your mind to getting you music to perfection. Practise makes perfect, after all.
So maybe said musician applies the same dedication and willingness to perfect their lovemaking in bed (or wherever you decide to ‘get it on’): from what I’ve noticed, in general they are more attentive, and put your pleasure before their own (although every man should do this, surely?).
Or maybe it’s the fact they are more in tune with their emotions: music stirs the soul, songs can remind you of certain parts of your life, good and bad, which can bring up memories and the emotions that are associated with them. Maybe, although i do not think this is a reasonable conclusion: musicians can be unfeeling as well.
So to be quite honest, I don’t have a definitive answer. All I know is *my* musician is definitely the best lover.
The most original chat-up line
Hello fellow bloggers and avid readers. Things as a postgrad student have hit that point where I have too much work to do and not enough time to do it in. I currently have three assignments to do and 3 exams to revise for in one week. Easy peasy (!). I have lots of posts lined up, promise, but in the mean time, I will let you in on an event that happened to make my day last week.
I was in the student pub with William, enjoying a drink after a music session, and sheltering from the cold. We were heading for the door when this guy came up to me, who was either drunk or very eccentric, or both. He pulled me to one side and said:
“Oh my God, you are the single most beautiful girl in this room, you’re eyes are so radiant, you light up the whole place! And you smile is so radiant. All the men notice you when you walk into this place, and they are so intimidated by your beauty that they can’t come up to you. You are simply gorgeous.” At which point William had walked off and didn’t witness any of this, as he thought I knew the guy!
When I thanked this kind stranger for his rather original conversation, I went to find William and re-told him the story. He seemed a little miffed that some stranger had been ‘hitting on his girl’ as he put it, but that he had to agree with the drunk/eccentric guy.
It’s quite nice to be complimented by a complete stranger, but having my boyfriend (We are officially a couple! Facebook says so!) compliment me on a daily basis is a rather more heart-warming and confidence boosting affair.
