April
I know I’ve missed out March, but I don’t think we tried any new in that month. We probably experimented with things we’d already tried, but nothing brand spanking new.
Last month, however, we did. I can’t find a picture of this in my bible of positions, so I drew it. It’s only a little sketch, please, no nominations for the Turner Prize:
I quite liked it!
Another new thing we tried: spanking. William isn’t into spanking, or whipping, or anything that requires using force on a woman, as he thinks it’s mean. I can see where he’s coming from, but just recently, he’s been giving me little taps on the bum when he’s taking me from behind. The other night, he was doing this, until I shouted ‘harder!’ and he gave me an almighty slap, which made me come there and then.
It’ll be whips and paddles soon, I hope.
Carpet burns
As a break from revision (for him) and horrible, horrible research (me), William and I decided to go to the theatre for the night. We invited friends along to make it a nice outing. It was thoroughly enjoyable, I think I’ve managed to convert William to the theatre now. Next on the list is Shakespeare.
Anywho, we drove home, the conversation topic stayed mainly on the show. When we got home, we closed the door and continued talking, and it was like one of those really soppy romantic rom-com movies, as we turned towards each other, moved a little closer together and then started kissing. Just like two magnets.
So the clothes came off, an item at a time. I dropped the keys I was holding to the floor, which made a loud ‘thud’. Soon we were both standing in the middle of the room, completely naked. I didn’t need to persuade him tonight: he got right down on his knees without a word from me and started licking. It felt good, as we’d had a whole week without sex, which has been heightened over the weekend by the ‘no hanky panky’ rule laid down by the rents.
He pulled me down on top of him so I was sitting on his face. I played with his hair as he grabbed my bum and pulled me forcefully onto his mouth even more, and moved me backwards and forwards over his tongue. He even ventured into indulging me with a little rimming, but not for long, as his intentions ultimately lay elsewhere.
My bed was a mess (huge surprise for me), so we turned our attention to possible floor space.
He went on top first. The friction between my back and the carpet wasn’t exactly nice…..but then again, I was having orgasms so I didn’t care! He had slid into me in one stroke, I was so wet and ready for him. My legs were intertwined with his, and as I experienced the crescendo before coming, I wrapped my arms around his waist so tightly, just to keep him in that spot that would guarantee my orgasm.
Without letting me come down from my dizzy high, he flipped me over: my legs ached from being spread apart, perhaps due to lack of practise. It’s been a long time since we’ve gone a whole week without sex. He slid into me once again from behind, one hand on my waist, the other on my back, pushing lightly to indicate me wanted me on the floor. So there I was, bum in the air, my torso pressed to the floor. I was slightly worried I’d get carpet burns on my breasts!
He leant over me and whispered ‘where do you want it?’
‘I don’t mind, I don’t care, make me come again, please!’
In response to this, he fucked me so hard, then suddenly withdrew, and then, basically, I gave him an arse-crack wank (if anyone has a better name for this, let me know): he rubbed his cock up and down the middle of my cheeks, before coming over my back. I could feel the warmth of his come as it hit my skin, and I sighed, knowing that he was satisfied.
It wasn’t until after all this, William said: ‘Does your back hurt? It’s awfully red’….
Dominatrix
Yeah, yeah, it’s a delayed post again. Don’t spank me for being slow at writing. Or maybe, do.
Anywho, things have been rather hectic in LS-world. Work has picked up, and I’m actually researching stuff instead of just pressing buttons on the programming interface and going ‘Hmmm, I wonder what this does?’ And the promise of warmer weather has meant that I must purchase new clothes for such weather. My mind demands it. Sod the recession.
Friday was interesting. Wine was involved, that is the only reason I can come up with for me acting like I did. One minute I was sitting comfortably watching X-Men III, the next, as I tried to stand up, I realised I drunk enough wine to make myself a little bit tipsy. So I instantly sat back down again, and William sat on the floor between my knees. I immediately went to give him a shoulder massage, which developed into me using more than just my hands: lips can be used to massage those tensions building up, oh yes. So I kissed my way up his neck, before turning his head so I could kiss him.
I could tell he wanted me because he’s never kissed me like that before: it was the kind that gave me tingles up the spine. Normally William’s kissed are like he’s taking little sips of me, in a very tender way. But this wasn’t tender. This was ferocious, and with need intermingled.
I led him upstairs. He started to undress me and I let him. I undressed him just to admire his body (I think he’s been secretely working out), and made him think he was in charge, as he pulled me towards him. How wrong he was: I pushed him to his knees, and kicked one leg over his shoulder. This is the best position for oral, I’ve decided. I felt like a little minx, grinding my sex over his mouth, yet I could still see his tongue doing its magic.
Orgasm was inevitable. I collapsed on the bed, face first, burrowing into the soft pillow. But it seems William is a bit of a switch himself: being forced to his knees, to be my sub, had turned him on somewhat. So it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when he grabbed my hips, dragged me towards him and plunged in with his already hard cock in one swift stroke. My bum was up in the air, my face still buried in the pillows (which I’d dragged with me. I do like my comfort), being pounded relentlessly from behind. His orgasm followed a few thrusts later, before pushing me down to my previous position, William on top and still inside of me.
Now: who ended up in charge?
11 days to go – what are your plans?
It’s the time of year that singletons loathe, loved-up couples splash out on their other halves to show them how much they love them/care about them/want to fuck their brains out (delete as appropriate) and secret admirers can admit their affections.
Personally, I think all the hype cooked up is ridiculous. Sure, you can celebrate your love for one another, but you can do that any day (and probably should too). There is too much pressure on men to remember to book that romantic meal for two and get the big bouquet of flowers that all thought of originality goes out the window. There is too much pressure on woman to receive gifts too: I’m sure you’ve all heard of women in the workplace buying themselves flowers, to be delivered, and then act all surprised when they turn up, pretending them to be from some secret admirer. Give it a rest!
I do like celebrating Valentine’s day, I really do. Perhaps it’s being a student, or maybe my thrifty upbringing, but I’d rather have a handmade card and a mixed tape of all the songs that remind my significant other of myself, than a big bouquet of flowers that will eventually die, and can’t be kept. This year I’ve got a do-it-yourself mindset for William: Scarlet has come up with some call cards with sexual favours in them. So when I make him my card (yes, I am artistic) I can put my favourite one in there! I’m thinking the ’slave’ card will be sure to grab his attention, as he does like to be dominant. Ingenious, yet inherently simple.
Hopefully this year’s Valentine’s Day will be better than last year’s, when I was taken out by Barry for a nice romantic meal, only to be criticised not only for my outfit (big no-no) and the way I eat. As a former eating disorder sufferer, this was enough to make me get up and walk out.
Previous years have brought happier Valentine’s Days: I experienced my first multiple orgasm on Valentine’s Day a few years ago. This may be entirely independent from the fact it occured on this day, but maybe it was the feeling of love in the air? Maybe not….
What are your plans for the 14th February this year? Are you going all out to impress the one you love? Maybe bypassing it completely and spending it with the friends that you love? Or are you taking my favoured route (and probably a credit-crunch friendly route) of originality and do-it-yourself?
Tied and Bound
I was stripped naked, with only a blindfold on, and was led by the hand to lie on the bed. He positioned my arms above me, and then I felt the cool metal of the handcuff encasing my wrists as has fastened them. I wriggled about, testing to see how much movement I still had, but I had been handcuffed to the headboard of my bed, and my ankles were being bound with silk ties to the bottom of the bed.
Just for a moment, all excitement left me, and the feeling of fear swept over me: this was the first outing into bondage for me and William, and I didn’t know what to expect. But I quickly pushed this thought aside, as I felt the cold touch of William’s fingers, which were covered in lube: the excitement built up again as they circled my bumhole and he carefully inserted one, then two, then three fingers in. His other hand (slightly warmer!) was playing with my clit, and occasionally he dipped a finger into my drenched pussy, and I felt so full, but also so hot being double penetrated.
He inserted his rock hard cock into my expectant pussy in one fluid movement, and I had a small intake of breath as I felt the length of him spread me further. He pounded me with hard, rapid strokes, hitting that place that tips me over the edge. I tried to move my arms, obviously in vain as the handcuffs weren’t going to budge, so I could grab that firm ass of his. Just as the first ripples of orgasm started to flow through me, he withdrew, and said ‘I’m gonna come on your face’, and took off my blindfold off: I watched him grasp his cock in his hand and start pumping, the tip only an inch from my face. All it took were three strokes, and he came on my cheek. I opened my mouth, trying desperately to take the tip of his cock in my mouth, to taste him, but I couldn’t lift my head up to reach: instead, he rested the tip on my lips, and the last few spurts went into my mouth, and smothered my lips.
Finished, he bent down to kiss me before I’d licked all of his come off of my lips. He tasted himself on me, adding that I looked ’so sexy’ like this, with his come over my face, and being bound and under him.
Next time it’s his turn.
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
Wicked way
Now I’m not going to divulge who this was with. A prize though, for whoever guesses correctly:
Him: “Morning. Thanks for the earlier comment, was feeling a bit down, better now. How’s uni life? Wanna come live here?”
Me: “That might be an idea! What was up with you anyway?”
Him: “Posh people suck. There’s room in my castle for you, very reasonable rates”
Me: “How reasonable? I’ve heard castles can be draughty. Get back to work, lazy!”
Him: “The rates involve performing tasks for me”
Me: “Like cooking and cleaning?”
Him: “Cooking, cleaning, sexual favours…”
Me: “Are you being a naughty boy?”
Him: “Well, you know me, I have a hard time being good. Are you texting in your lecture you bad girl?”
Me: “No I am not! I’m a good girl. Can’t you find anyone where you are to enslave?”
Him: “Personally I thought you’d enjoy the slavery 
what will convince you?”
Me: “Send me a picture of something I like to convince me”
Him: “Ice cream?”
Me: “No! But that’s a good idea for later, keep it in mind”
Him: “How about the sexypants?”
[Sends picture message of him in nothing but his boxers, along with "off in the shower now, pleasant thoughts 
"]
Him: “Have you thought about us having a shower together so we’re both wet and naked?”
Me: “I have, but I won’t tell you what I’ve got in mind just yet….”
Him: “Does it involve me pushing you up against the cool tiles after you’ve had a hot shower? Either way round, I don’t mind!”
Me: “Sounds good. Trying to decide which side I want to get hot first. But that’ll be after I’ve dropped to my knees and given you a blow job”
Him: “You do surprise me! I’m thinking behind first, so I can press your big, wet tits against the wall while I slide into you from behind”
Me: “You love it when I go down on you, so don’t be shocked! But I’m not going to let you come. That definitely sounds like the best position….”
Him: “I do love it, especially standing up. Not going to let me come then? What else have you got planned?”
Me: “I thought I was the slave here, subject to your every demand? Shall I bring the handcuffs?”
Him: “I wouldn’t mind bossing you about, but I need some direction. What do you want me to do?”
Me: “Not that I need persuasion, but I want to be made to lick and suck your cock. Then I want you to withhold sliding it into me, even if I beg you too”
Him: “And just when you’ve given up hope, I’ll fuck your brains out. Where do you want me to come though?”
Me: “So many options….you’re in charge, you decide, just as long as it isn’t my hair!”
Him: “I love coming in your mouth, but coming inside of you is a close second. You make it sound like there are so many choices, how much porn have you been watching?!”
Me: “Enough. I wouldn’t mind making you come in my mouth. First time anyway”
Him: “If I’m fucking you from behind in the shower, it could go everywhere, all over your ass, your back….”
Me: “Good job we’re in a shower then! There’s in my mouth, my breasts and stomach, my back, in my pussy and in my ass….you decide!”
Him: “I’m sure you’ll make me come enough for one of each. I’ll definitely be fucking you in the ass at some point in the night, if you want it”
Me: “I do want it. I may have to relinquish my role as slave and boss you about though”
Him: “Are you going to take control and ride my cock? What else are you going to boss me about for?”
Me: “I’ll use those chains of yours and have my wicked way with you”
Him: “You’re going to tie me down? Can’t wait, I bet your wicked way is awesome”.
It’s been a while…I shouldn’t have left you..
Apologises! I have been enjoying Freshers week once more, and of course, the flu that come with it (perhaps not enjoying that so much!) But I have returned to you (on a brand new shiny computer, no less) with an offering that i hope you will all enjoy, and forgive me for being away
I have that little black dress on that you like so much, as it shows of every curve of my body, and you have been looking at me with lust in your eyes all night. When another man came up to talk to me at the bar, you made it very clear I belonged to you: you didn’t hold back, as you twirled me round to face you and placed a deep, lingering kiss on my mouth. I wasn’t interested in the other man, but that streak of jealousy seemed to create a sense of urgency in us both, to re-affirm the fact that we belonged to each other. We made our excuses and left to get a taxi home.
You helped me into the taxi, like a proper gentleman, and followed me to sit down beside me. We decided on my place, as it is nearer. I gave the driver the address and he pulled away suddenly, the jolt causing you to lurch towards me. Your hand brushed across my breast. You went to pull yourself away, but our eyes locked and I felt a hot surge through my body. I reached out to stop you moving and pulled you closer. Our lips met and a soft kiss soon melted into something more passionate.
You suck on my lower lip, bringing the blood to the surface. As you release my lip, it tingles, and I lick it with the tip of my tongue to ease the sensitivity. My lips now glistens, tempting you to lean in once more and taste my mouth, parting my lips with your tongue, to delve into my warm and inviting mouth, to entwine your tongue with mine. Now it is my turn to play with you, and as I finish the kiss I nibble on your bottom lip. You bring your hand up to you mouth to touch where my mouth was just, but there is not a look of shock in your eyes: the look of lust is still there. You give a quick glance at the driver, who seems to have taken an added interest on the road ahead, rather than his rear-view mirror.
You stroke your fingertips over my full lips, red the attention you gave them. I enclose your hand in mine and gently kiss the tip of your fore finger. I take a little more of it into my mouth, sucking on the tip gently. Then you push the entire length of your finger into my mouth. You gasp as you do so, as I look at you through the lengths of my eyelashes, you are transfixed on my mouth, as it works my magic on you: I swirl my tongue around the base of your finger, and move my mouth up to your knuckles, pausing at each one to give another swirl of my tongue.
Your breathing has quickened, as I know you are thinking about how that will feel on your cock when we get home.
‘Tell me that you’re mine’ you ask, as part my lips with your thumb, your mouth inches away from mine, ‘say it’.
‘I’m yours, my love’. I barely finish the sentence and your mouth is pressed against mine, your hand gripping the base of my head, and the other snaking up my leg towards the hemline of my dress.
The finger that I was paying so much attention to earlier find its way to the edge of my lingerie. You push it to one side, and run your finger up the length of my opening, discovering just how wet I am. I shudder at your touch, for it has been so long since anyone has touched me intimately, as I belong only to you.
Your fingertips circle my clit slowly, causing my breathing to quicken.
‘My love, you are teasing me. Please, please, make me come’ I whisper.
‘Not yet, I want to make you so wet that you are dripping’
‘Oh, no, please, make me come!’
You answer my request by plunging two fingers into my pussy, with your thumb remaining on my clit, circling as you push your fingers deeper into my pussy. I try not to scream, burying my head in your shoulder as I buck against your hand. You bite into my neck, leaving your mark on me. I come, with wave after wave of pleasure, gripping your fingers inside of me, dripping down your hand.
You withdraw and bring your fingers up to my mouth.
‘Lick it’ you request. I oblige. I lick every inch of you, and make sure I get over bit of me in the process. Again, my mouth mesmerizes you, and the promise of what is to come.
We arrive at my house, as you help me out of the car. You pay the driver generously, who hardly utters a word and avoids eye contact. I lead you inside, as the evening is only just beginning…
Slave
Guy has said that being as he doesn’t know what to get me for my birthday, and wants to get me something unique and original, he’s going to be my slave for a day, so he’s mine to do with as I will.
Goodies galore are running through my mind. So here’s the plan:
1. Proper date, i.e. cinema or meal out so I can look stunningly gorgeous and tease him with anticipation and sultry looks.
2. On our first ‘date night’, which of course lead to, un-be known to me, his de-flowering, he said he was ‘willing to try anything once’. This has been playing through my mind for most of the summer. Never before have I had what is essentially a clean slate of a man sexually, who is willing to do as I ask so he knows how to please me, as he doesn’t know exactly himself. This seems slightly dominatrix to me, but at the same time, I think it’s brilliant – how else will he know what to do? And it’s in both of our interests. In that case, the following will (hopefully) ensue:
3. Handcuffs. For me to handcuff him to the bed. And of course, eye mask so he can’t tell what I’m doing.
4. Body licks and ice cubes.
5. Lube. For anal play. He seemed to like giving and receiving last time.
I’m sure I will think of other things between now and then for ways to enjoy my birthday present.
He says strictly no house cleaning though.
Lust
Are shoes better than sex?
Are these shoes better than sex?
Haven’t a clue, I’ll let you know when they have my size in stock…..
