Things to lust after
They can be found here.
How gorgeous are they? I’m putting them on my Christmas wish list/New Year sales list. These would make my man drool. Hell, I’m willing to bet they’d make any man drool.
Scary
The new Agent Provocateur collection is called ‘Tarantula’:
Considering 50% of women, and only 10% of men suffer from arachnophobia, surely this was the wrong image to use to promote their latest range of lingerie? I know it certainly makes me want to turn away!
Anyone agree?
Findings
I’ve found a new lingerie site:
I already have more lingerie than I could possibly ever need – apparently Gok Wan says women need five bras: black, white, strapless, sexy and plunging. I have three times that. And don’t get me started on the amount of corsets, basques, knickers, suspenders, stockings…..
But I can’t resist new lingerie. It’s like the newness makes your whole body look new too, and shiny and enticing. It’s a present for me and the other half, not that it stays on for long: something for him to feast his eyes on; and for me, as he can’t wait to take it off and throw me down on the bed!
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
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.
Decadence
LadyP and BS: thank you for giving me a push in the right direction! I’ve had the most decadent morning with Johnny.
Yes, morning.
He still has to pack for his travels so we figured an early morning meeting would be better for his timetable. I went round to his for 9am, so we could spend the morning together for the last time before he leaves. We didn’t really have a plan for the morning, we just wanting to talk, spend some time together, not as supervisor and supervisee, but boyfriend and girlfriend.
I’ll admit I made an effort to look good: I’d put fancy underwear on (that Dita bra I was on about), not because I expected anything to happen, but because the frills showed out of the top of my shirt which I though looked good! And simple jeans and shoes.
He was waiting at the door for me as I pulled up, and just uttered a breathless ‘Hi’ as he watched me walk up the drive. Once inside he offered me a drink, but this remained unattended as he pulled me to him when he wrapped his hand around my waist and kissed me ferociously, with need and passion. I dropped my bag where I stood and just sort of let him envelope me in his arms. He pushed me up against the wall and grabbed my right leg and curled it around him, continuing to kiss me, and then dipped his head to kiss the V shape my shirt made on my chest.
Leaving me breathless now, he pulled away slightly to say another breathless ‘hi’, with his hand framing my face and brushing my cheek. Inevitably we went upstairs, mainly to be out of the way as his family woke up and prepared to get ready for the day ahead. Immediately after he’d closed the door to his room I turned around to speak to him to be greeted with him placing his hands either side of my face and pulling me into a kiss. That knee-wobbling, spine tingling kiss.
He undress me sharpish, starting with my shirt, which he removed slowly, dipping his head once again to kiss my breasts and stomach. I wanted to undress him, but he got to my jeans first, eventually getting down on his knees to tug them off (damn skinny jeans are difficult to get off!). I was just about to reach for his waistband to remove his jeans, but he had already done it, and slipped them off to reveal the most gorgeous body ever: slightly tanned (I don’t know how in this country, but he does a lot of outdoorsy type sports, so that explains it I guess), muscly, with thighs worthy of an Olympic cyclist.
Once I’d stopped drooling over his body he picked me up and laid me down on the bed ever so slowly and gracefully. Cue continuation of kissing, alternating between needy, hungry kisses and slow, tender, barely-there kisses. All this with him rubbing his rock hard cock against me as he lay between my thighs, bringing me to orgasm without even penetrating me.
The next part was a bit evil on my part: Johnny tried to remove my bra by undoing the back….but it clips at the front! I didn’t let him suffer for too long before telling him how to undo it. Thankfully he found it funny that I was teasing him 
He started to massage my breasts, kissing and sucking on the nipples simultaneously. Stripping my bra away, he placed little kisses in a line all the way down my stomach to my knickers, before returning to my mouth. Shifting my knicker to one side he rubbed my clit and my opening before plunging two fingers into my pussy. He stopped, and told me to lie on my side, and he lay behind me, wrapping me up in his arms, kissing my neck and back, before running his hand down my side and rubbing my clit through my knickers from behind, before once again, fingering me. God it felt good. As I’m writing this I can remember how good it felt, as I turned my head round to kiss him, and he continued to finger me, with his thumb rubbing my clit at the same time, bringing me to a shuddering orgasm.
As I basked in the glow of another orgasm so soon, he held me, looking at me and smiling, kissing me, before removing my knickers completely and positioning himself on top of me. We continued kissing for was was like an age, but I didn’t mind: those kisses are truly fantastic. I tried to remove his boxers, with urgent need and he got up and removed them for me in front of me so I could marvel at his body in full. I tried to flip him over so I was on top, but he stayed firmly planted on top of me, saying ‘I’m in charge’. And he was. I couldn’t shift him, as he towered over me.
I could feel the tip of his penis at my opening, which was so wet and all his teasing. I thought he was teasing me some more, but what came next was a totally surprise. He just sort of collapsed on top of me, his arms underneath me holding me in his embrace, his head resting on my chest.
‘I’m sorry’ he said, and I replied ‘what for?’ as I stroked his hair and back, but he wouldn’t reply at first. Then he said that he was really nervous, and I could feel his heart beating in his chest, as if it was going to jump out.
I didn’t understand fully, how he could go from being so ‘up for it’ as it were, to this, but I was more concerned than anything else. He just said ‘it’s not you, it’s me, honestly, I’m just not that confident at this and I don’t want to disappoint’. I was so stunned by his honesty that I just let him lie there, and said I’d do anything to make him feel better (I didn’t mean just sexually; I meant anything, even if that meant just lying there in each others arms. Does anyone else get this? I’m not very good at explaining :S) and he said that just lying there, like we were, was nice and relaxing. He kept asking if I was bored just lying in that embrace, but I truly wasn’t. I felt so connected to him, the fact that he was so open about his nervousness with me. I kissed his forehead and lightly stroked his back with my fingertips, which he liked, he said it was relaxing.
We lay like that for a while, before we resumed kissing, but with the passion slowly increasing, until he felt ‘ok’ enough to continue: he positioned himself above me and thrust his cock into me in one stroke. In all honesty, although he isn’t the biggest I’ve had, he was big enough and actually was the perfect size: long, with enough girth to make me feel it and make it pleasurable, but not so big that it hurt like hell!
I wrapped my legs around him, as I could feel the impending orgasm in both of us, as Johnny’s breathing was increasing, along with uses of the word ‘fuck’! He shuddered as he came in me, and I could feel his cock pulsing. He collapsed at my side, wrapping me up in his arms once again, the two of us being so close. As he recovered, all he could say was ‘I’m so pleased you told me how you felt, cause I wouldn’t have had the balls to do it myself. I just wish we had more time together. You looked incredible the other night, and I couldn’t believe it when you kissed me.’
And I will return with the rest of the story later 
His slave
Hmm, didn’t really think of the flip side here! It’s his birthday….so I have to get him something. And I don’t think a bottle of Jack Daniels would suffice! Although, whilst on the subject of alcohol, you can’t beat a bit of your favourite tipple to just loosen up and make you a little more giggly and slightly less inhibited. I mean, in general. If you’re not inhibited then I don’t know what alcohol does to your inhibitions! Answers on a postcard please.
Anywho, back to the main topic of conversation, during a slight bit of text flirting earlier, Guy did say how he would like to take a shower with me, cleaning me with some luxurious body wash, and then simultaneously moisturising me and giving me an all over body massage (he’s good isn’t he?!). I think my birthday present is complete
Now….for his present. Think I’m pretty much sorted underwear-wise due to the fabulous Dita bra and silver topped stockings. Should leave him completely speechless 
Now I don’t want to plan it *too* much, because then there’s no spontaneity, but I’ve got a fabulous trench coat, that’s just screaming out to cover up my lingerie and only my lingerie, complete with those shoes when I turn up at his….
Fumbling
Greetings bloggers! I have been gone a while, due to birthdays and large amounts of work, but I return to you with something delicious!
I refer to this for the title:
The Dita bra.
Yes, you’ve seen the Dita briefs, now it’s time for the matching Dita bra (naturally, I have ordered one from Miss Summers). The reason I am dedicating an entire post to this is because of the fastening: it fastens at the FRONT. Now, call me cruel, but imagine my delight when I realised this was the case, and the thought crossed my mind: ‘how long will it take men to notice that the fastening is at the front, not the back?’ Foreplay would continue for so much longer! One can hope…
Obviously, it’s gonna take me a while to figure this one out, with no man close at hand at the moment. But to anyone else who has this, I would very much like to know how long it took
And, after LadyP’s post agggeeesss ago, I did also treat myself to numerous sets of stockings. Well…I now have the complete Dita outfit! I need stockings to go with!
Catch up
The new Ann Summers catalogue is out! I have just ordered a load of stuff, so when it turns up next week I will post about it for your viewing pleasure.
Now, about ShyGuy and I. I mentioned earlier about how we met, sparks flew, and I spent the night at his. Thing is, he informs me that was his first time. In all honesty I couldn’t tell, I knew he was nervous, but I thought perhaps he hadn’t had sex for a while, or it’s the first-time-with-this-particular-girl nerves. But I felt sooo guilty, cause aren’t first times meant to be special? I mean it was really good sex, and it was special, we just spent all night talking and having sex and we felt connected. But I think because I know my first time wasn’t all candles and scented oils and everything romantic, I felt guilty because I didn’t want him to regret it. He says it was fantastic, and that it was special for him. I suppose men view the first time differently to women? I guess they do!
He’s been so nice the past couple of weeks, I keep thinking I’m gonna say something to fuck it up! But he texts multiple times a day, and he asks me how my day’s been, what I’m up to, that he misses me…he’s interested in me. Which is a revelation after the past few men. He even calls me and stays on the phone for ages, just to hear my voice (Barry hated phone conversations and I never had a phone call from him in the entirety of our relationship). And then there is of course MSN, which means we communicate, on average, for many hours a day! He also has his own radio show that I can tune into, and he always plays me a song.
Suggestions are still welcome for a better name for him, as it doesn’t really fit anymore, because once he starts talking he doesn’t shut up!
