My gift to you

March 17, 2009

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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.

Wicked way

November 1, 2008

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”.

Hair

October 23, 2008

No, not the musical.

Hair.

On top of your head.

Fact of the matter is, my hair is the longest it’s ever been, past my shoulders, but not quite a breast level.  This is brilliant, as I can hide behind it in lectures, tie it up when it’s a mess or it’s raining, use it as a weapon of seduction or flick it when I spinning round the pole.

But long hair isn’t me

There’s a reason I’ve always had short hair: because it suits me!  I have to admit, I have been growing it purely because it looks good when I do the hair flicks when I’m on the pole, and I do think men prefer longer hair on women: why is that?  Is it some relic of porn movies when men pull on longer hair?  Or maybe it’s because it merely differentiates between the sexes, and subconsciously men pick up on that.  

But it really isn’t me.  Now I’m not saying I’m gonna cut it all off and have a pixie cut a la Victoria Beckham, but I was thinking more along the lines of the ‘pob’ but bright red.  Because that is me.

Sod whether I can or can’t do hair flicks on the pole, I can do much better stuff.  And let’s face it, if men prefer women with longer hair then that’s just a silly preference.  Surely (dare I say such a cliched saying?) a good personality is better?  I will have a hair cut for me, and hopefully it’ll show my  personality in it, which is a rather good part of me.

Courtesy of those lovely girls at Suicide Girls.  This pretty much sums up what I want!

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…

Summery-ness

July 3, 2008

Or lack of it.  We had a nice day, now it’s tipping it down!

The Oxford application is going slowly.  It is very hard, and am stuck on the hardest part (naturally) where I have to write a research proposal.  I know what I want to write, but my brain is in Summer mode, and doesn’t want to string words together.  Also, reference collecting is a very difficult thing to do once term has ended.  I was very excited about the prospect of going to Oxford, I still am, but it’s being overshadowed by the fact that I probably won’t get in.  It’s not pessimism, it’s just being realistic.  Still going to try though, nothing bad ever came from trying.

ShyGuy and I have been keeping in contact despite being hundreds of miles apart and in different countries.  Sometimes it’s just a text a day, sometimes it’s a proper conversation.  But he always asks how my day has been, something Barry didn’t do.  I am being totally selfish here and have decided that there’s no point pursuing something if I’m just going to end up at a different uni to him.  Plus, I think it’s nice just to spend this summer staying in touch and being friends, learning more about each other.  If I stay at my current uni, which isn’t all that bad (tbh, the advantages or staying here far outweigh Oxford, financially, for contacts and PhD projects wise, but Oxford is Oxford), then I have decided we will do things properly and see how it goes.

I have a lot on my plate atm.  I am so busy, busier than I have been during my entire degree I think.  And it the summer holidays!  I’m meant to be resting!  But I have family and friends to see, places to explore (Thursday’s child has far to go….), applications to write, books to read (for pleasure and PhD), shoes to buy, graduations to attend, a job to find, and attempt to get rid of 3 years worth of clothes (I came home to find I had enough to fill three wardrobes).

Don’t even get me started on sex toys/books/bondage stuff etc.  I had enough to fill a whole suitcase (and mine aren’t small).  Another problem was finding somewhere to keep them all at home.  I don’t think my mom would question it if she found any of them.  Well….not all of them.  I think she may look at me funny if she found the double ended dildo.  So putting them somewhere out of sight but somewhere I can get to easily if the moment arising that I need one of them was quite a strategic event.

Enough rambling!  I have a message from ShyGuy to reply to and an application to fill in (boooo)

Stimulation

May 27, 2008

Aching to be fucked. I need a good old fashioned fucking. Hopefully will be seeing Barry sometime this week after our little ‘chat’ the other day. He seems to appreciate (if that’s the right word) me standing up for myself, like he likes it. So, now everything is sorted, I’m hoping that now he’s less stressed he’ll be, erm, dying for some action too.

I don’t know how much more I can read erotica and watch porn. It’s having some effect, but I need a big hard cock inside of me.

Whilst on the porn subject, none of the porn I’ve been watching has been man/woman sex, it’s been girl on girl. Am feeling the urge to have some lady love now exams are over 😉

Give me porn…

March 6, 2008

I’ve had nearly 3 sexless weeks.  Three!  That’s what stress does, you just don’t feel in the mood.  At first, I tried everything:

  • Wearing clothes he likes: tight shirt and mini skirt with suspender stockings underneath.  Result? No

  • Giving him alcohol.  Result?  No.  It sent him to sleep
  • Massage.  Result?  No, again, sent him to sleep
  • Strip tease.  Result?  No.

But now the stress has started to set in for me, so much so, that despite the fact I’m horny, I’m too tired to initiate anything. 

 So when Barry isn’t around, I am trying to de-horny myself, using what I’m used to.  Today, so far I’ve made myself come twice using some pretty good videos on pornotube.  You’d think that if I write erotica I’d prefer that, or just write a new story.  But I don’t have any inspiration at the moment and it takes longer to write a story than just watch a video.

 I seem to be prefering videos of anal at the moment.  I haven’t had it in ages, not since the boyfriend before Barry.  I have mentioned to him, but to be honest, it scared me, as Barry is huge and I’m scared it’s going to hurt.  But I keep fantasising that he’ll revive himself out of this stressful period, come round my house, grab me and kiss me roughly before stripping me down and fucking me to get me wet, then flipping me over and fucking me in the ass, maybe with a bit of hair pulling.

Mmmmm…..I think I need to think about this some more.   You never know, I may even be able to work it into a new story.  I’ll post it on here if I do 😀