My gift to you

Yes, I know this is waaaaay overdue…but, y’know….been busy and stuff.

In the February edition of Scarlet, there was a cut-out-and-keep double page spread of promises one could make to their beloved on Valentine’s Day.  Perfect, I thought:  thrifty (well, you have to be in the current climate), a chance to show my creative side, and it’s technically a present for both of us.

So I cut out the pages and made them into little business card-like promises.  I selected the ones I wanted, of course:  I wasn’t particularly keen on the ‘I will call up my friend and we can indulge in a threesome’.

Even though I’d selected about 10 promises, I knew which one he would pick above the rest.

I made him close his eyes and sit on the bed.  Opening the palm of one of his hands, I rested the pack of cards in his hand and told him to open his eyes.  The look on his face was like a child at Christmas that has just opened the present he’d been wanting for months.  He read all the cards thoroughly, still with a grin on his face, before saying “I’ve picked one”.  Like I said, I knew which one it was going to be.  I made him read it out.

“We will have a soapy shower together, and when I am ready, you will insert one finger into my sweet hole.  When I am wet enough, I will get the lube and cover your cock in it before plunging it into my ass.”

Having him read this out made me want him so much, I was not satisfied with kissing his neck: I had to bite down on his neck and ears, whilst running my hands down his back, digging fingernails into his buttocks to pull him that little bit closer to me.

“I think we should have the shower after” he decided.

“That’s fine” I replied, as I was quite happy with the position he was in at the moment.  I pulled him on top of me.  The thought of what was to come had made him hard; so hard, in fact, it was almost painful as he rocked back and forth between my legs.  The friction of our bodies rubbing against each other meant that, although still fully clothed, I was peaking towards orgasm already.  Much biting and nail-clawing ensued, as I grew closer and closer to what I wanted.  As I came, I gave out a moan, unstifled:  I didn’t see why I should concern myself with what other people thought when I was experiencing something so utterly sexy.

As I lay, basking in my post-orgasmic glow, William was still unsatisfied:  he started stripping my down, removing my items of clothing one by one, before helping me up out of bed to standing, where I was rewarded for my sheer laziness by a strong embrace, and a powerful kiss.  Still relaxed from my orgasm, I was slow to remove his clothing, but his constant kissing, biting and nuzzling of my neck, and practically any flesh he could find, aroused me further.  I remembered what he wanted to do to me, and this perked me up even more.  I produced the bottle of lube as he put on the condom.

He started teasing me with lubed-up fingers from behind: as I was bent over my bed, with him behind me, I could feel his fingers move in and out of me, but it didn’t feel unpleasant.  I was enjoying it, and wanted more.  So William lubed up his cock, which was still painfully hard, and gently pushed into me.  Unlike previous times when I’ve tried anal, I didn’t feel stuffed.  This time, I felt relaxed and was actually enjoying it!  

William reached round with one hand to rub my clit, sometimes dipping the tip of his fingers into my soaking wet pussy.  He lifted me up, so I was standing up and pressed against him, still with him thrusting in and out of me.  When neither of us could stand anymore, he told me to lie on the floor, on all fours, as he entered me from behind again.  The forcefulness of his thrusts had me lying down completely, my moans this time stifled by the carpet, as he gave my arsehole the fucking of its life.  This didn’t hurt, as he had lubed up well beforehand.  But neither did it make me come.  This was slightly disappointing, but as William came himself, I was satisfied that he was satisfied.  I was happy we had managed to do anal without me protesting that it hurt too much.  And there’s always next time!

We lay on the floor of my room, him on top of me, for some time while we both caught our breathe back.  He pulled out of me and disposed of the condom, and I planted small kisses running up from his neck to his lips.

“Shower?” I asked, as my arse was covered in lube, and we were both a little hot and bothered.

I have to say, I think the shower was the most romantic part of the night:  giving each other a scrub down with nice smelling shower gel, washing each others hair, and then finally washing away the soap suds by holding each other and kissing underneath the shower. 

Not quite a tropical waterfall, but it’s good enough for us.

February

Looking at which positions me and William tried out this month, I have to say…it seems quite boring!  I haven’t seen very well (I may write a post about it when I get a final outcome on what it actually is, as it’s something that’s an interest of mine), so that has knocked two weeks here and there last month out of our possible-sex-time.  So the theme for this month seems to be variations on the missionary position: who’d have thought you could have variations on it?  Well, here’s a few.

The half-pounder: good for him as he can thrust hard, and chances are he will come before you.  But the higher the woman’s knees, the more pleasurable it is for her.  Although I found, as lithe as I am, I couldn’t hold my knees up high (see picture below) for long!

This is the ‘You’ve Pulled!’ move, as with the woman’s legs wrapped around the man’s hips, she can pull him in closer.  It’s a nice move, as it provides more contact of his body onto your clit, but my hips didn’t like this move and had to go back to the following move:

The Easy-Peasy: this is the original missionary position!  An old favourite, one could say, as it is usually guaranteed to get you off.  Although, I found that after a few mintues, I wanted to go back to something more adventurous:

The Hangover Cure:  I don’t know why it’s called that but hey, this is a good move!  Not particularly great for intimacy, as you feel like you’re pushig him away with your legs, but it does allow deep thrusting.  And it’s a excellent position for anal sex, too.

William pointed out the other night that we haven’t had much ‘variety’ this month, and I have to agree with him.  But flicking through my bible that is the book of sex moves, I can think of a few that are definitely adventurous for tonight!

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!

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?

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.

The Silver Lining

You know those old cliches: ‘every cloud has a silver lining’ and ‘as one door closes, another one opens’.  I never really believed in these proverbs/old wives’ tales, but I’ve started to realise that maybe those old wives were onto something.

You see, when I was moping around after Johnny, I joined a load of societies at university to keep my mind off of things and keep me occupied.  I took up a new hobby of learning a new instrument in an orchestra at university, and consequently, met a load of new people, and made a hell of a lot of new friends.

On the first night, many many weeks ago, I met one of the exec of the group called William (only in my strange mind can I go from his real name to William) who made me feel right at home with everyone and showed me the ropes with my newly acquired instrument (I think I’m up to 4 cliches now…).  He was incredibly sweet and there was definitely something there, he was instantly put into the ‘Possible Boyfriend Material’ category.

So once a night every week we met up for our lessons, and I kind of got the impression he liked me from the poking wars on facebook and catching my eye in band practice.  And I liked him too, but was perhaps lacking the confidence to do anything to confirm my suspicions.

But then the whole Barry thing happened again.  I honestly was unsure about how this was going to turn out, but I still decided not to pursue things with William until I knew for sure what I felt for Barry.  So, of course, him cancelling on me gave me the jump start to stop living in the past and remember why we broke up in the first place.

Que the next band practice:  despite the dilemna that was Barry, I was filled with confidence.  I decided I was an attractive, intelligent and amazing woman, and any man would be lucky to have me!  So, with this in mind, I was determined to make my move on William, even if I’d read the signals wrong, I was going to try.  At band practice he was his usual self, but the poking war had spilled over into real life, causing a massive tickling fight post-practice.  The rest of the band and me and William walked to the pub for some much needed beverages, which was where I’d decided I’d make my move.

Imagine my surprise when we got there, William offered to buy me a drink and then asked me out first!  He asked me out on a date to the cinema later on that week and I was beaming!

Since that night we’ve seen each other five nights and all I can say is WOW.  You know when I said I know I deserve better?  Well, this is what I deserve.  He’s quite possibly the most amazing man I’ve had the luck to meet: intelligent (maths student! He’s cleverer than me!), a musician (they make better lovers apparently), gorgeous, the most amazing kisser ever.  He keeps telling me how he thinks he’s the luckiest man alive because he’s got the most gorgeously clever girlfriend, and calls me beautiful.  He cooks for me and makes me breakfast in bed.

By the way, referring to that last comment, no, we haven’t had sex yet, but we have slept together, hence the breakfast in bed.  We have talked about it and we decided that we both wanted to do things properly, ad wait and make it the best it can be.  Hopefully not setting it up too much, but I have a sneaky suspicion that something this good out of the bedroom is surely going to be just as good in the bedroom.

Barry

So in my previous post, the man in question was indeed Barry.  As some of my readers will know, yes, Barry wasn’t exactly the best boyfriend, but that didn’t stop me loving him.  Something about him just made me putty in his hands, and it seems that 5 months on, things haven’t really changed.  Oh, and fellow bloggers: no ‘I told you so’ please!  I had one friend literally clip me round of the back of the head when I told her.  

He started texting me, saying that he was serious about giving things another go, even though it would be long distance.  He said he hadn’t really got over me and was actually making the effort to talk to me every day.  You will be pleased to know I didn’t buckle straight away:  I made him work a while before booking my ticket to go see him, and decided to book my tickets for this weekend, to make him wait a bit more.  

Then, 24 hours before I was due to jump onto that train, he text me saying he’d ‘accidently’ acquired a girlfriend whilst under the influence of alcohol.  And, being as I know Barry so well, I know he isn’t capable of rational thought to actually say to new girlfriend Peach ‘can I think about it?’ and wait until after our weekend together to make a more informed decision.  Needless to say, I was just a teeny bit pissed off, seeing as it was too late to get a refund on my tickets as well.  Also, I am way prettier than her!  

After a very long a difficult conversation where he said he felt terrible, and he didn’t intend to treat me so badly, I severed all ties with him.  I know that this is just a matter of convenience for him: she is there with him and he can see her anytime he wants, whereas I am here, incapable of seeing him on a regular basis.  

After a moment of ‘why am I treated like this? What is wrong with me?’ I kind of gave myself a slap (not literally) and told myself: it’s not me with the problem here.