Things to lust after

New entries are coming soon, I promise, as I have lots of delicious exploits to share with you all.  My knees are trembling at the sheer thought of said exploits.

Phwoar.

But you know what else makes me go ‘phwoar’? Agent Provocateur.  I didn’t know they did shoes!  So check out these babies

Over-the-knee/thigh-high boots are high fashion at the moment.  But, if like me, you like simplistic footwear without fussy details, I think these fit the bill.  And, let’s face it: even when they’re out of fashion (they will come back in again though), if you walked into the bedroom wearing these, underwear and a whip in your hand your man isn’t going to complain is he?

Phwoar.

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.

Blood, sweat and tears

I’m going to write these tales in chronological order, so then I can mentally delete them as I write them down.  Makes sense to me!  So first up, we have the last time me and William ever had sex.  It wasn’t pleasant, at least towards the end of our early morning session.

He had come to visit me at uni, as I was still working to try and finish my MSc, whereas he had finished his degree and had moved back home.  In the morning I was frantically trying to get ready for uni, as I had a lot to do in the lab that day, and William was, typically, taking his time and occasionally getting in the way.  As we stood in the house, saying our goodbyes, something happened: a tingle up my spine as he held me, and a sudden urge to just drag him to bed and have him straight away.  The thought of driving to uni was pushed to the back of my mind as it was overpowered by the need to have him pressed against me.

We smashed our lips into each other, kissing frantically whilst tearing off our clothes.  I pulled him with me as I moved towards the bed, and we both collapsed, him on top of me, into the soft bedding.  There was no foreplay – somehow, we didn’t need it, as we just wanted it that badly.

But it turns out that we did need foreplay: as William withdrew after our respective orgasms, a pool of blood formed on my duvet.  William had torn his foreskin.

He had done this before, so this surprised me that it had happened again – surely it had hurt and he would have stopped?  Apparently it did hurt, but that wasn’t enough to stop him.

It came to light in a later conversation between the two of us, after we had split up, that he knew we weren’t doing too well, but he was willing to do anything to try and make it better.  Which is sweet, in a way.  But is a relationship really worth spilling blood over, when you know that it’s effectively ended?

Phone sex

Him: I’ll never let you win! Accept that I am superior.
Me: Nope, I’ll come up with some sort of appeal that says you’re cheating.
Him: That’ll never work.
Me: I’ll tie you to a chair and gag you.
Him: That’s called blackmail.
Me: I could bribe you. Everyone loves a bribe.
Him: Depends.
Me: On?
Him: How delicious the bribe is.
Me: Well we’re down to two options: money and sex.
Him: I don’t want money.
Me: Well that’s sorted then. But I suspect it’ll have to be to certain requirements. You won’t let me win for just anything.
Him: True. What do you suggest?
Me: A peck on the cheek?
Him: No deal.
Me: A kiss on the mouth?
Him: Hmmmm…still, no deal.
Me: A kiss below the belt?
Him: Getting better!
Me: Me, naked, on my knees, giving you head. Then, when I’m done, you can have your way with me. Does that sound good? Deal?
Him: Deal.

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.

Findings

I’ve found a new lingerie site:

BeCheeky

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!

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.

Again, Happy Christmas!

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

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…

Johnny

Is the most fantastic kisser ever. He’s the kind of man that gives you kisses that make you weak at the knees. The way one arm slips around my waist and the other runs through my hair to rest at the back of my head and he looks into my eyes before pulling me and kissing me. He has the most tender of kisses, yet with his arms pulling me closer to him, forceful at the same time.

In the end I decided to just tell him that I think he’s the most gorgeous, intelligent, funny, down right amazing guy, and that I’ve fancied from the first day I saw him, when he picked me up from reception. And he said he felt the same way, that he’s fancied me for ages, that he didn’t know how to tell me, being as he was technically my boss.

He’s still going away though, and he’s invited me to stay with him wherever he is on his travels when I have a break in my studies. I feel like I need to see him one last time, just to have a proper talk, just me and him, no one else around (that we know anyway). At this moment in time it doesn’t look likely, unless it’s for an hour or so stolen away from the rest of world.

Just one more kiss.

One more chance to have him wrap me in his arms.

Just one more truly fantastic, knee trembling kiss