Taken.

I mention C a lot on this blog and the reason for that is because he is the only person I've felt truly comfortable with enough to bare my soul to him in it's entirety. We are completely in tune with each other sexually which is partly what makes the sex so mind-blowingly amazing and so addictive. Physically he is my type exactly but mentally, he is so much more. He has the sharp mind and the quick wit that sparks my interest, he has the ability to push me to my limits and beyond sometimes and knows exactly what buttons to press both mentally and physically and the trust is there to allow him to do that. 

He is older than me, only by about five years so not that much, but that extra experience has enabled him to bring the very best (although some would say worst) out in me. I was no angel before I met him but there are a couple of things he has made so much better, so much more intense than ever before and being tied and blindfolded on the bed, in total submission to him, is one of them. I'd tried it to a degree before C came along but it felt right to take it all the way with him and he somehow manages to make it so much more intense and pleasurable.

 

This is why I was so delighted that my flat came with furniture including a bed. Not just any old bed but a bed with a metal headboard and footboard, both of which are just perfect for being tied to.

I have a collection of silk scarves, I love to wear them and I love how the silk feels against my skin. Unsurprisingly they make excellent binds and ties because although soft and comfortable to have against the skin and flesh, they also have little give once tied.

C and I had made a date for him to come round for the night during some of his time off and because I was prepared for what time he'd arrive and how long he'd be staying, I decided to make a bigger effort than usual for him.

After the typical girly preparation of shower, make-up and hair as I picked out the lingerie and heels I'd been told by C to wear, styling my hair as he'd demanded I do.

After slipping a black silk bra and knickers on, a set where the the bra accentuates perfectly and the knickers a sheer black pair with four suspender straps attached, I proceeded to lace-up a black satin underbust corset I have, gently roll a pair of seamed stockings up my legs and clip them on to the suspender straps of my knickers and finally, slipping on a pair of black heels with ribbon bows at the back of the shoe, completing the look by letting my hair hang loose and tousled. 

All that needed to be done then was wait and wait I did. Sitting in the living room as I check the time and see that it won't be long until C arrives. He'd told me earlier to have the scarves ready, I hadn't questioned why but the thought of his plans sending swirls of lust through me.

Finally I see him walking past my window to make his way to my front door and I stride down the hallway almost before he has chance to knock. Standing back as I open the door so it isn't until he is completely in that he sees what I am wearing. A spasm of wanton defiance in me as I wonder if anyone on the street has caught a glimpse of me stood at the door, stepping aside to let C step in as he turns and closes and locks the door behind him.

As I stand there before him he slowly allows his eyes to travel over my body, my breasts encased in a bra that pushes up and accentuates the natural curve of my breasts. The corset making the most of my shape, making my tummy appear even flatter than usual as it very slightly flares down over narrow hips. 

The suspenders carrying on the line to my stocking tops, his eyes pausing at the top of my thighs as he notices the semi-transparency of my knickers showing a silky-smooth pussy. Firm thighs wrapped in fine stockings as he takes in my heels before his eyes meet mine.A gaze that penetrates my soul and tells me all I need to know. No words needing to be spoken, no need to put in to words what we both want as we're aware of it already.

"Turn round slut. I want to see your arse"

I turn slowly, aware that he is taking in every curve and movement. Knowing that although he has seen my body countless times before, he still likes to take in the detail for a couple of minutes or so.

My back is to him as I stand there, aware that his eyes are on my arse, sensing his look burning in to me, my bum on show through the sheer material of my knickers and the suspender straps, one sitting over each cheek, the clips resting just below the curve of my bum.

"Spread your legs apart and lean forward, your hands on the wall."

I do exactly as he demands, knowing better than to question or ignore his request, forming a triangle with my legs as I spread them further apart, my hands to the wall as I lean forward. My breathing becoming less steady as I feel the swirling in my tummy at the thought of what lay ahead. I hear him step behind me, feel his hand brush my hair to the side so it rests over my shoulder, feel the heat of his breath on the nape of my neck as he brings his hands round and places them over mine for a second.

Watching as he slowly moves them, his fingernails lightly trailing down the underside of my wrist and arm. Such a simple action and yet such a powerful one as my breath catches in my throat  and my eyelids flutter at the sensation. Feeling his hands reach my ribcage as they travel down my sides, over my corset and down to my hips, feeling him pause as he grips my hips for a second or two before moving on, down to my bum as he runs his fingers over the crease of each cheek, cupping my bum in his hands before he trails a finger between the cleft and down to my pussy, the material of my knickers adding to the tease. 

I take a sharp breath in as he follows the outline of me through the light material of my knickers. Aware that he must be able to feel the damp heat coming from me. Feeling him step close behind me as I feel his hardness pressing against me, his left hand placed over mine as his right lightly wanders and teases over my pussy. Having to bite my lip in order to calm myself, concentrating on the feel of my teeth nipping my lip before the feel of his fingers get to me too much. He knows exactly what he is doing, what affect it is having on me.

Suddenly, my attention is caught by his kiss on the side of my neck before his teeth hold my earlobe between his lips and his tongue softly teases, the occasional sharp nip of teeth on flesh making me moan in part pleasure and part pain but good pain. My head to one side slightly as I encourage his kiss behind my ear before his voice breaks the silence and I hold my breath as with a rough rawness to his voice, he half-whispers;

"You're such a cock-hungry little slut. Your tight little cunt just aching to be fucked. You love it don't you? My horny little slut, who loves to be used and filled with my cock."

I half-gasp, half-moan in agreement. Little sparks shooting through my body at his words before he speaks again, his hand making contact with my arse as I jump at the sting.

Demanding, the tone in his voice very slightly harder as he demands me to say it:

"I am your little slut who wants to be fucked and filled with your cock Sir.".

He speaks again, this time with his hand in my hair, my hair twisted round his fingers as I feel the delightfully familiar prickle of pain mingled with pleasure:

"What are you?"

I hesitate, merely seconds before his hand tightens again and my head is pulled back slightly and he demands, this time more firmly in response to my hesitation

"What are you?"

"I am Sir's slut".

At that he turns me round, dropping his hand from my hair, pushing me back against the wall as he presses his lips to mine. No chance of resisitng his kiss even if I wanted to as his hands are against mine, pinning them to the wall behind me as his body presses in to mine. After a minute or so of kissing that started less than gently and intesified, he pulls back and looks me in the face as he utters one word;

"Bedroom."

I turn and walk. Aware that the only reason he is behind me is so he can watch my arse as I walk. My heels only magnifying and highlighting the shape.

I step in to the room, his footsteps behind me as I stand there, waiting, ready for what he has planned with my legs apart. His steps bring him close behind me as I feel his hands on my hips, his hands stroking their way down, stopping as his fingers are on the tops of my inner-thighs  and he presses me back against the hard outline of his cock. Holding me there, pressing himself hard against me before his hands again move to my hips and I feel him unclipping my suspenders and working my knickers down over my bum, dropping them as they fall to my ankles. Leaving my corset on as he removes my bra, my breasts standing proud as the corset pushes them up.

The silence broken again by his words:

"Put your hands on the bed, lean forward and spread your legs."

I do as he asks, as he demands. Stepping out of my knickers as I place my feet further apart and lean forward. A mix of lust, embarrassment, shyness and need courses through me as I sense his eyes on the most private part of me. Knowing that he can see how horny I have become in the short space of time he has been here, my cheeks blushing and my heart beating faster as he tells me to lay on the bed as he reaches for two of the long-length scarves. Tying one end of each scarf to each of my ankles as he ties the other to the metal of the footboard. Slipping each of my heels off in turn as he guides my legs in to a slightly bent postition at the knee.

My breathing becoming more irregular as I wonder what exactly he is planning. His words taking my breath away when he eventually speaks:

"There is a reason your wrists aren't yet tied. Show me how much you want my cock slut. When I tell you to stop, you will stop. If you don't there will be repercussions"

For the briefest of moments, I freeze. My eyes half-closed as I struggle between shyness and deep lust. Opening my eyes to see him stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes fixed on mine as I gaze in to them and see the raw hunger and need, the steely look in his eyes but also the soft encouragement.

My left hand slowly tracing down over my hipbone to my waiting, tingling cunt. Guiding my fingertips over the soft, smooth skin before I part my lips and hold myself still, allowing him to see before I guide a finger into myself. My eyes fixed on him the whole time as I feel my finger slowly enter the wet heat of me. Slight shock at just how wet and hot I am for him as I guide my finger back up to my throbbing and tingling clit. A sigh escaping my lips before returning as a gasp as I take a sharp breath in. The shyness I previously felt melting away as I watch the expression on his face. Teasing myself, unable to close my legs each time I try due to the binds holding them open. The forced way in which they are spread adding to the sensations spreading through my body as I continue to stroke, tease and touch. Watching him as I do so.

My hips beginning to move beneath me as I continue with the touch of my fingers. My lips parted as a soft sigh escapes and I feel myself getting tighter. Drawing closer, my hips moving in time with my fingers before he speaks:

"Stop."

I know better than to ignore his command by the tone of his voice.

Reluctantly moving my hand away as he strips down in front of me. The sight of his hard and ready cock adding to my lust as he remains at the foot of the bed, commanding me to start pleasuring myself once again.

Yet again I feel myself reacting to my own touch, the wetness and heat emenating from me somehow turning me on further, the sight of his naked body in front of me and the fact he is clearly turned-on from my actions adding to my lust before again, he demands me to stop. Almost crying out with frustration, not knowing how many times he is going to demand this, knowing that any protestation on my part will prolong the agony, the unknowing intensifying the need for release. 

Watching him lean forward and loosen the binds on my ankles as he tells me to stand up. Again I stand at the side of the bed as he walks round to me, feeling his hands splay over the tops of my thighs before I feel a finger on the lips of my cunt. Physically shuddering, my eyes closing and my breathing ragged as he lightly traces around my lips before trailing a finger just between them, up and around my clit. The unbearable closeness of his touch being so close and yet so far from where I so desperately want and need it.

The half-whisper of his voice sending prickles of desire over my skin as he tells me to sit on the bed. The hunger I have for him welling up as I take in his body. He steps towards me, immediately in front of me now I look up at him as he speaks again

"You look so fucking innocent. My gorgeous little whore, you know what I want. Do it slut."

I know exactly what he wants, the tone of his voice and the way he commands me to take him in to my mouth sends whispers of desire through my body and cunt. Reaching forward as I tease my fingers over his balls before lifting his cock to my lips. Kissing the tip before sliding the head between my lips and circling my tongue over it, tasting the precum that's gathered there as slowly, teasingly I take him deeper in to my mouth. All the while my tongue is circling around the slick head of his cock, working my tongue up from the base of his cock in a side-to-side motion as I hear him groan. His hands tightening in my hair the more I tease him. Adoring the feel of him holding my head there and feeling my hair tight as it is pulled by him.
Taking me by surprise as he thrusts hard in to my mouth, making me choke and gag but unable to move as he fucks my mouth. Ordering me to use my tongue as my throat clenches round him. Tears glistening in my eyes from the thrusts of his cock but not quite spilling over on to my cheeks as he looks down at me.

My fingertips teasing and stroking his balls, intermittently touching the soft, sensitive spot behind them and each time I do, he thrusts in to my mouth. Forcing me to take him deep as he hits my throat and I gasp and choke, gagging on the head of his cock as it hits my throat and each time I do, it sending a swirl of pleasure and need straight to my cunt. The aching desire to fuck myself as he is fucking my mouth almost unbearable.

I know how much he loves this and in turn, he knows how much I love it. How much I love to be his kinky little slut to use and fuck as he pleases.

I can feel him getting closer as my tongue circles over the swollen head of his cock before circling right the way down to the base of his cock again. His hands now blissfully tight in my hair, forcing my head in to a certain position before he finds his voice:

"Stop and look up at me whore. Look at me as I watch your pretty little face get covered in my cum."

As he finishes speaking he wraps one hand tightly in my hair, forcing me to hold my head still and my face turned up towards him asreaches for his cock with the other and starts to wank, occasionally sliding the head around my lips or slapping it on my cheek, flicking my tongue out each time he traces his cock over my lips. All the while I stay watching him, looking up at him with my lips parted as I watch the expression on his face grow in intensity and longing. 

Hearing his breathing get sharper and less steady as I reach forward and tease my fingers over his balls and the sensitive spot behind them. Pushing him over the edge as he groans and gasps before beginning to cum in my face. Feeling his cum hit my cheeks, my lips, my tongue and once or twice, my chest. Licking the taste of him from my lips before taking his cock in my mouth again and sucking him clean. His breath coming in gasps as he recovers from the intensity of his orgasm. Feeling him drag a finger across my cheek and part my lips to suck his cum from it. Him demanding I do the same with my own fingers until my face is clean once more.

I am so turned on by him, by everything about him. I can feel the wet heat of my pussy and the tingling need for him to be inside me, to feel his hardness in the deepest part of me, my pussy stretched around him as he takes me and fucks me and uses me.

His hands on my shoulders push me back on to the bed, he guides my legs back in to position so they can be tied again before he reaches for another two scarves, tying one around each wrist before tying them to the metal frame of the headboard. The dislike of not being able to touch him overcome by a curious longing at what he has planned for me.

Watching him as he positions himself above me and just looks in to my eyes. Not saying a word for a second as he looks deep in to my soul before lowering his head and biting on my lip, the right touch of pleasure and pain as I arch my body up to him. Craving him inside me, aching for the release I know he'll bring but only in his own time as he sits up, his knees underneath him as he is sat between my open legs. 

The frustration of him not touching me and me not being able to touch him driving me close to insanity as  finally I feel his hands on my body, stroking my thighs and teasing around my cunt that is now so wet and so horny for him even I am surprised at just how much. His eyes on me all the time and I know that he can see how full of desire I am for him and I know that knowledge is turning him on more as he traces a fingertip just up and down the smooth lips of my pussy. 

Watching but not saying a word as I moan and wriggle as much as I can and frantically try to get his fingers inside me, a swift slap on my thigh reminding me to remain still. The binds on my wrists preventing me from doing anything more than tense slightly as still he strokes up and down, just enough to have an effect but not enough to make me cum. Using two of his fingers to trace up and over my lips before meeting above my clit as his other hand presses down firmly on my pubic bone, holding me still and preventing me from seeking a firmer touch. My eyelids fluttering and my breath coming in short little gasps and sighs as he teases me, his eyes on me as he watches each reaction before continuing to tease me.

He speaks again and I struggle to concentrate on what he is saying as still I feel his fingers teasing me and stroking the inside of my thighs.

"I'm not so sure that you really want to cum badly enough yet. I need to hear how much you want to cum. I want to hear you beg me to let you cum. Prove to me how much you want it, my beautiful little slut."

I look up at him as he is saying this, desperately fighting the urge to arch myself up to his touch.

My words punctuated with soft gasps as I speak:

"Please Sir let me cum. Please Sir...."

"If that is the best you can do then certainly not."

"Please please allow me to cum for you Sir. Please allow your slut to cum."

"Better but no, not yet."

Still he continues to tease. The air thick with the scent of my wetness as I speak again:

"Please please Sir let me cum. Please allow your slut to cum for you Sir."

"How badly do you want to cum?"

"Extremely badly Sir. Please, I'm begging you to allow me cum."

"I don't know. I don't think your cunt is quite ready yet is it slut?."

A sharp pinch reminding me that an answer is required.

"No Sir."

My frustration is mounting and he knows it. He thrives on it as my eyes close and I bite my lip, trying to clear my mind and failing as the only thing filling my thoughts is the need for my own release and knowing it is only going to happen when he decides it will.

His voice breaks in to my thoughts as he looks at me.

"My perfect little whore. So helpless as my fingers play with your cunt. You know you will only cum when I decide and I know that is only adding to your hunger."

I am unable to speak for sighs and gasps of lust as I look at him. His cock hard, standing proud as he sits between my legs, his fingers stroking, touching, teasing me to the point of madness as the only thing registering in my mind is him and his touch. Nothing else penetrating my thoughts or senses but him and only him.

My body taking on a mind of it's own as my hips rise up and before I know it, a hard pinch on my nipple reminding me that I am to remain still. My nipples hard and pointed and my cheeks blushed from the need to feel him inside me as he removes his fingers and leans down to my face, stroking my hair clear of my forehead and cheeks as he looks deep in to my eyes and quietly speaks:

"When I move back I will remove my fingers but they are going straight in to your hot little cunt and when they do you will cum. You will cum like the filthy slut I know you are and love being. You will say my name as you cum and you will thank me for allowing you to cum. You will not stop until I decide because we both know I can get the very best from you. Is that understood?"

I whisper my answer before his lips touch mine, his teeth biting my lip gently before he moves his lips down to my neck and eventually my nipples. Sending shocks through me as he nips slightly harder than usual before he sits up again. My body trembling in anticipation as suddenly his fingers enter me and curl up inside me, his thumb on my clit as my world cracks and splinters and I scream his name out. Writhing and bucking on the bed but unable to back away from his touch because of the ties.

It isn't a gentle release. It rips through me, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, my eyes rolling in my head as my hands clench and my legs tense and before I come down completely from the high, I am semi-aware of him loosening the ties before he tells me to get on my hands and knees. My cunt still spasming and my breath coming in shallow gasps as I feel his hand once again in my hair, holding my head back tight as the prickles on my scalp make me gasp in painful pleasure as he guides the tip of his cock in to me, teasing me before surprising me and thrusting in deep and hard. Taking my breath away with the power of his thrusts as he holds me tight by my hair, my head up as I cry out at the feel of him inside me. 

Hearing his guttural moans as he fucks in to me, not caring how hard he thrusts as he talks filth to me. Knowing how much his words get me off as he continues to fuck me. The aftershocks still jolting through me from my orgasm as my fingers curl tightly in to the pillows. 

Losing myself in the feeling of his cock inside me and knowing this is all I need. It's what I crave. I don't want him to make love to me, I want him to fuck me like he's never fucked anyone before. I want him to use me and slam in to me with his cock. I want him to take all he pleases from me. I want him to call me his filthy whore, his cock hungry little slut as he fucks me, I want him to pull my head back hard by my hair as he does so. I need him to bring out my deepest and most hidden desires and most of all I want him to feel the same level of satisfaction that I get from him.

His other hand reaching forward and around my throat as he continues to fuck me, the pressure on my throat making my eyelids flutter and drawing gasps of pleasure from within me. His voice breaking my thoughts as he speaks, almost growling as he utters the words: "Make me cum you fucking little whore. Beg me for my cum, tell me how much you want it slut."

Barely able to utter the words as I reply; "Please cum for me Sir, cum inside me, I want to feel your cum deep inside my cunt. Please Sir cum for me."

"Who's slut are you?"

"I am your slut Sir. Your slut who is desperate to feel your cum in my cunt."

His hand tightening in my hair and on my throat as I gasp and my cunt tightens around him as once again I beg to feel him explode inside me. Feeling him slam in to me one final time as he cums, his gasps and raw, hungry groans filling the air as I feel his cum hit deep inside me and my cunt tightens around him as I cry out, the room spinning as I arch my back and fuck myself back on to him, getting him as deep inside me as I possibly can before suddenly I feel his hand drop from my throat and his fingers on my clit, his cock still inside me as within seconds I am crying out and coming again. 

My head dropping if it weren't for his hand in my hair, holding my head up as my back arches and the change in his rythym pushing me in to yet another orgasm, the intensity pushing tears from my eyes as I cry with the rawness of it. 

The sensations ebbing and flowing in my body as I tremble and buck with each aftershock. His hand looser in my hair now as his other arm is across my abdomen, supporting me as he pulls out and turns me on to my back, encouraging me to relax out as my breathing comes in unsteady gasps and my body shudders and trembles still as I begin to calm. Resting on his side as he leans up on one elbow, his other hand free to roam as his fingers stroke over my cheeks and face, over my arms and body before he moves back to my face. Looking down at me as I slowly calm before he lowers his head and places his lips on my mine. Parting them with his tongue as he kisses me deeply and slowly. Laying by my side as his arm rests across my waist, pulling me to him as he tenderly kisses me and holds me close, tight in his arms.

Pulling back as I grin up at him and he smiles down at me. Giggling as he speaks and tells me I am far from being as innocent as I look as he kisses me again and I pull him close to me, the need for affection strong as he reaches down for the duvet, pulling it up over us as he slides one arm under my neck and places the other over my waist. Pulling me to him as his hand cradles the back of my head and his fingers absent-mindedly stroke and play over the back of my scalp. His other hand resting on my back, his touch firm as my arm is resting over him, my hand too against his back, his legs wrapped around mine as we hold each other close and gather our breath and thoughts. Setting the balance again until the next time.

Tease.

For those who don't remember or haven't read this post, then I recommend you do before reading this one. It involved the same person and this post will have gaps in it if my previous entry isn't read first. The choice is yours of course but that is what I would recommend.

I love being teased. I adore the anticipation and the build-up of hands all over my body, skillful fingers inside me and passionate lips against mine. One of my first experiences of being teased to the degree of being in a trance almost was with B. By this point we'd been seeing each other for a couple of months, the sex was fantastic and some of what is with me now is what he taught me so I owe him my heartfelt thanks for that.

I remember it being a balmy Sunday afternoon in September when I was round at B's for another illicit afternoon of naughtiness. Him sat there in jeans and a t-shirt. Nothing special and nothing that alluring but the way he looked at me said everything I needed to know. I'd only been there for half an hour, us chatting and flirting as I sat close to him, feeling myself get hornier and hornier and he hadn't even done anything to encourage it at that moment. Just the thought of what could happen having enough of an effect on me to cause my knickers to become damp. Finally feeling his lips brush my neck as his hands very lightly brushed up and down my thigh, causing me to gasp as his fingers explored between my legs, teasing and rubbing over the seam of my shorts before moving up and circling my bare and taut stomach. Stroking every inch of my body as he kissed me, so achingly slowly that I was lost in the sensations of him. Totally caught up in the moment and being aware of nothing around me except him.

Stopping and standing up, he took my hand, lead me up the stairs and in to his bedroom, laying me back on the bed as he stripped his clothes off before coming to me. Undoing the buttons on my shirt as he pulled it over my shoulders and off before leaning down to kiss the rounded orbs of my breasts in my bra, laying kisses on my collarbone, my jawline and back down to my breasts as he undid my shorts and slid them off along with my sandals. Kissing and stroking his way up my legs, my inner thighs and tracing the outline of my pussy in my knickers. Circling, rubbing and teasing me through my knickers causing me to arch up to him as I felt myself grow wetter and wetter, so ready for him. Not just wanting him but needing him inside me. Needing desperately to feel him fill me. Still he carried on teasing me. Reaching round, he removed the scarf I'd had tied in my hair and told me to lift my head as I felt him place it gently over my eyes and tie it at the back of my head. Laying my head back in to the pillows as he told me a particular word to say if I felt uncomfortable or panicky at any point he then moved down my body with his fingertips, reaching the band of my knickers as he eased them down over my legs and off. I lay there feeling a mix of total horniness and slight embarrassment as I could sense him staring at my smooth pussy. Telling me to spread my legs so he could get a proper look, feeling the touch of him so lightly against me I wondered if it was him or just a light movement of air over me as again, he stroked his way up my body. 

Sensing him above me as I hear him telling me not to move an inch as I feel the very tip of his cock against my pussy. So turned on I can feel my wetness in the cleft of my bum. Desperately wanting to arch my body up to him as I feel him just against my pussy before he pulls away again, the repeated pattern of his teasing making me ache with need. I can feel myself tightening in anticipation of having him inside me, tightening at the thought of having myself wrapped around his cock. Wondering how much more I can take of this as he pulls my bra down to expose my nipples and uses his teeth to graze them gently as they instantly harden and I sigh, a small gasp escaping as I feel his tongue exploring them. Every single sensation heightened to an unbelievable level because I can't see what is coming next, unable to look him in the eye and watch what he is doing, only able to feel it, magnified beyond belief as my senses are overwhelmed by him. 

He has barely touched my clit but does so now with the very tip of his cock. Teasing me just gently enough that it doesn't send me over the edge. Pulling back he allows me to calm down for a minute or so before again, he is above me and I feel his cock again at the opening to my pussy. This time pleading with him to slide in to me. Finally after another few minutes of kissing, kissing that felt like it went on for hours, I feel him gently, slowly guide himself inside me. Instantly tightening around him as I hear his moaning gasp of pleasure at what I know to be the slick, hot tightness of my pussy. Holding himself there as he tells me not to move, not to arch myself up to him or pull him to me, feeling his hands hold my wrists to the bed just in case as slowly, so slowly he starts to stroke himself in and out of me. My whole body aching with the effort of not moving, fighting every instinct to move with him as I feel him move himself inside me. Feeling myself close as suddenly he stops, the frustration welling up in my body as I demand him to carry on. His words silencing me as I hear him say "tonight we are doing it my way and you will do what is asked of you". My stomach clenching at this new B, this B I've never seen before but trusting him all the same as he whispers in my ear that I can stop this any time I want, I just have to say the word. My head saying stop and my body screaming for more as he begins to move inside me again. Feeling myself so wet that I can hear it, smell the smell of sex in the air as he begins to move slightly faster, deeper inside me. Reminding me not to move as I feel his cock inside me, his hands clamping my wrists to the bed as his lips and tongue tease my nipples. I know without touching my clit that is a swollen bud, desperately wanting to be touched as again, I feel him stop. I cry out in total frustration verging on tears as he moves around by my side, feeling his hands prompt me to lift my hips as he slides two pillows beneath me and resumes his place between my legs, guiding himself back in to me as I feel a different sensation. Taking a few seconds to get used to the different feel as he begins again to move himself inside me. Suddenly feeling a totally different sensation as I cry out and begin to feel the most heavenly feeling. I know he has found my G-spot, the first time I'd had a lover find it and my breath being taken away at the feelings coming in waves over my body. All of a sudden I know I am not far away when I feel his lips on my ear and his movements become faster, I start to press myself against him, completely unable to stop myself as suddenly I feel the most intense orgasm rush through me. Torn between crying with the headiness of it and screaming out at the most amazing senstion washing through me. I know my voice is being ripped from me and I know my body is writhing and bucking beneath him, knowing he is coming too by his raw groans and his hands wrapped around mine but all I'm aware of is this intense rush of an orgasm, so different to anything that had gone before it. Just as I feel myself begin to come back down from the high, I feel his body move and suddenly his tongue is on my clit, seconds of teasing before I am screaming out at another intense orgasm and this one tears through me unlike the one before. Taking my breath away and making my head spin as the sensations rip through my body and his fingers push inside me, never believing myself capable of another but it happening all the same. My body consumed by the feeling and my breath coming in ragged and shallow gasps as yet again, I cum.

Finally he stops. My body shaking and and tensing at the aftershocks as he gently removes the scarf from my face, stroking my damp hair back from my forehead as he is beside me, propped up on one elbow as he looks down at me and strokes and holds my face. After a couple of minutes the aftershocks fade away and I am just laid there as my breathing slowly returns to normal. All the while my eyes fluttering open and closed as he carries on stroking my hair back, his fingers running over my cheeks and jawline. My breathing coming in a more regular pattern as I turn towards him, kissing him and for the first time ever, tasting myself on somebody else's lips and tongue and to my surprise, enjoying the sensation. Feeling his lips just against mine as we lay there, slowly breathing in, out, in, out. Holding that position for a minute longer before I move myself down so my face is angled towards his chest. No words needing to be spoken as I close my eyes and slowly drift in to sleep. My surprise at how easily the kink of being blindfolded and held down had felt so right turned to delicious anticipation at what more lay ahead and what else there was to be tried. Things only went so far with B in that respect but I never complained....

Head Rush.

I admit it, I adore giving oral sex to a man I'm with. I love the feeling of having the ability to bring that much pleasure to someone. I also love the feeling of having a hard cock fill my mouth, to have my lips stretched around it, to feel the head of a cock graze the back of my throat and make me gag. I love every aspect of it.

Believe it or not, C is still on the scene. He is single now so neither of us has any worry or guilt to carry. We both know a relationship would not work between us so we keep it at the FWB level of intimacy.

He called round the other day to drop something round that I'd left at his flat. He was only supposed to stop for a drink but I knew from the minute I saw him on my doorstep that a drink would be the last thing on either of our minds. Seeing him in front of me in dark jeans just the right side of fitted, a simple white T-shirt that made the most of his honed and toned physique, not too muscly but with just the right mix of body fat to muscle.

Inviting him in to take a seat in the living room, I get the drinks and settle them on the table in front of us and I take an educated guess that those drinks will be lucky to have a sip taken from them with the things I have on my mind and knowing C as I do, the things he has on his.
It isn't long before the pretence of dropping an item back to me disappears and instead, I watch C's gaze travel over my body. The body encased in skinny jeans and a cotton cami top that is just on the right side of wanton. In seconds the atmosphere has changed from easy company with an undercurrent to a charged heat.

I find myself moving over to him, straddling his lap as I have done so often before, the familiarity of his body as my fingertips trace, stroke and touch every part of him. Dragging my lips from his earlobe down his cheek and finally to his mouth. Pressing my lips against his as I feel his hands all over me, gentle at first but a growing hunger until he is kneading my arse, holding my hips tight as he forces me down to feel the hardness beneath the rough material of his jeans. The growing slickness and ache in my cunt as I yearn to feel him inside me, to feel him fuck me. No gentle lovemaking today, I want to be fucked. To be taken like a whore and made to feel thoroughly used.

I kiss him harder before feeling his fingers wind tight in my hair, pulling my head back as he demands to hear me say the words he loves to hear so much, the hold on my hair tighter as I hesitate, he demands once more for me to tell him what I am. My answer is punctuated with breathy gasps as I feel his hand knead my cunt beneath the tight denim of my jeans, intensifying as I voice to him the words I so enjoy saying and the words I know he loves to hear, "I am a slut. I am yours to fuck and to use. I am your whore and I want to be fucked like one".

Abruptly, the teasing stops with his hand as he pushes me up from his lap and orders me to strip. I can see the hardened bulk of his cock in his jeans as I slip my cami-top over my head, pulling my hair loose of it's band as I do so. Stepping out of my jeans to reveal the delicate knickers that hide a secret. Beneath the tasteful frills we both know they are crotchless. The matching bra cut just-so as it reveals a glimpse of my already hard nipples. Standing there as he kicks off his jeans and orders me to my knees. Feeling his hand once again knot in my hair as he pushes me down on to his cock. We both know there is no resistance on my part.

My lips engulf him. Delighting in the feel of his hardness in my mouth, forcing me to take him as he holds my head tight and moves his hips up, forcing me on to him until my lips are at the base of his cock and I feel the head of his cock touch my throat, the involuntary gag as his cock makes contact with the back of my throat.
I look up to him with my eyes as I am working him with my tongue, my lips and my throat. My tongue swirling around him, flicking in a criss-cross motion the underside of his cock until my tongue has doubled back on itself and I tickle the head of his cock with the tip, my lips forming a seal around him as I allow my mouth and eyes to do all the talking. Feeling him push my head down on to his cock, making me gag and the moans I hear from him each time sending squirls of pleasure through my stomach straight to my pussy.

The delight I feel as he tells me he wants to see me fuck myself with my vibe as I suck him but under no circumstances am I to cum. Frustration and anticipation jostling for position as I give him my all. His fingers now tightly wrapped in my hair to the point that the prickles of pain are now mingling with the pleasure I feel from having him so deep in my mouth, the vibrations from my toy spurring me on as he tells me what a filthy little whore I am to be enjoying this so much. That I am his little slut to use and fuck however he pleases. I can only mumble my agreement as he fucks my face.

I know he is close by the rythym of his thrusts, the pattern of his breathing and the swollen heaviness of his balls. Abruptly he pulls my head back and off him as he tells me to kneel in front of him with my lips parted. Watching him start to wank. and I know what is coming, I know he wants me to slip the tip of my tongue over the slick, bulbous head of his cock. Swirling it round and over him as my fingers tease and cup his balls, my fingernails scraping them gently before I reach behind them and massage the tender little spot that I know will lead to him exploding on my face. Feeling his cum hit my cheeks, my lips and dribble down my chin as I hold my mouth open for him. The sound of his orgasm almost anguish as the intensity rips through his body. The insane need for my own release as I feel my cunt slick for him, so very close to my own orgasm but knowing the payoff will be far greater if I wait for his command.

Feeling him push me down on to my back, his hands spreading my legs as wide as they will go before he slowly pushes my toy inside, the wetness causing no resistance at all as my back arches to meet the full length. Crying out with frustration as I feel him slowly remove it again, leaving my hot and wet hole gasping for more, so ready to be filled.
My cries catching in my throat as I feel his fingers teasing me, sliding first one, two, then three and finally four inside me as I feel myself hold his fingers there. Pushing my legs up and guiding them on to his shoulders as I feel him gently hold my toy against the tightness of my arse. I know what's coming and my body involuntarily tenses and squirms at the thought as he begins to push my toy slowly inside, the resistance loosening as he works his fingers in my cunt, holding still for a few seconds as I adjust, delighting in the fullness and feeling of being completely taken as he starts to work his fingers again. He knows I am close, so unbearably close as he holds my toy still and gently teases with his fingers. And just as I begin to wonder how much longer it is possible for me to hold back for, beginning to feel the building heat of what I know is going to be an epic orgasm, he works his fingers at the exact same time as he flicks my toy to a strong vibration and suddenly I am cumming. Trying to back off from the pleasure but at the same time, pushing myself on to as my orgasm tears through my body, my screams and shudders testament to the feeling engulfing me as my eyes roll in my head and I feel close to passing out.

The incredible release from an orgasm built and built to unbearable levels before I am allowed to cum.
Feeling myself returning to reality as I see him knelt in front of me, lowering my legs from his shoulders as he gently releases me and lowers his lips to mine, the gentle reassuring kiss calming and silencing as we make our way to the shower.
Knowing this visit is far from over and that the late afternoon and the evening stretches ahead of us in to night as we muse over what the rest of the remaining time has in store for us....

Where To Begin?

Well, just where on earth do I begin? I'd almost completely forgotten about this blog and then realised that it was still here and that maybe I should make a conscious effort to blog. I do enjoy it and from the various comments and emails I have received, it seems that others do as well.

So just what do I begin writing about in the 18 months or so since my last blog entry? There are quite a few instances that come to mind so maybe I shall work my way through those and do a post each day or every couple of days.
I must admit that my lack of blog writing has been down to laziness and having a hunger for far more important things than a keyboard and words ;o).

I appear to have been blessed with one or two lovers over the past couple of years who are supremely talented when it comes to being between the sheets. I am not a fan of random one night stands and much prefer to have a lover rather than a fleeting night of mediocre sex. Why have junk food that although plentiful and easily gained, is not very satisfying at all when there is the chance to have planned and anticipated gourmet meals in which to delight and revel in. To absolutely savour and passionately enjoy?

A new member of staff joined my place of work during this time I have been away from blogging and immediately, we got on with each other. Now, I am very mindful of never mixing business with pleasure so colleagues are strictly off-limits but this man was in a temporary position of four months so I knew full well that there was scope for further contact and conversation with him. During his time at my place of work there were plenty of loaded conversations, flirting and general cheeky banter. We both knew where this mating dance was leading and we both knew that it wasn't far off....

It happened on the night our office had congregated in one of the many wine bars for his (M's) leaving party before moving on to one of the countless clubs in this City. Aided by the free flow of alcohol and an already flirty, heated atmosphere between him and I, we both cheekily carried on in our own game for the rest of the evening. By this time those who had left the wine bar earlier in the evening had divided in to two groups; those who wanted to go home and those who wanted to carry the night on. Once we'd reached the club we'd agreed on, our single group had divided further leaving me and M free to please ourselves with our own company in a darkened booth just off from the main dancefloor. A vantage point from which we could see what our various colleagues and friends were up to but private enough that we wouldn't be disturbed without warning. M and I carried on our own flirting and conversation and by this point, things were rather more physical, not obviously so to those who may have been observing us but certainly noticeable to ourselves. The odd stroke of a hand, light touch of a thigh, accidentally-on-purpose graze of lips against cheek as conversation was had, the music pumping out around us meaning we had to lean in to each other to even have a chance of hearing what was being said.

I knew what was on his mind the minute I felt his hand on my thigh. The splay of his fingertips as he carried on with the topic of conversation, both him and I pretending I hadn't noticed his hand stroke to the hem of my skirt, a skirt short but sophisticated, revealing but elegant. Short, fitted and clingy but not obscenely tight and of a length that revealed exactly the right amount of leg without going beyond the call of duty and revealing my bottom as well.

To anyone looking on we were a pair of slightly worse-for-wear colleagues, possibly even friends. What those looking on wouldn't have noticed or even thought of was the feel of M's fingers teasingly dancing along my inner thigh, reaching the tops of my hold-ups and stopping tantalisingly short of where I had so wanted to feel him for weeks. The promise of finally being able to feel him coupled with the frustration of his fingers retreating at the worst moment possible. This could only have continued for a matter of minutes, ten minutes at the very most but to say it felt like hours is no exaggeration. To be teased relentlessly in such a way and to have to sit there and take it, allow it to happen, was utterly consuming. The urge to just stand up, hitch my skirt up, pull my knickers to the side, unzip him and screw myself down on to him, hard, deep and needy was so intense I could barely trust myself to move. Instead, I had to sit there and behave as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening as his fingers teased, traced, lightly grazed and stroked their way towards my knickers. Knickers that were wet with my arousal, knickers that were so easily pulled aside as finally, his fingertips found their way to my aching and slick cunt. The wetness of my arousal against the smoothness of my skin as he allowed his fingertips to wander and touch, to feel and explore every millimetre of skin there. The feeling of complete light-headedness as his fingertips sought out their own path from my inner-thigh, to my groin then up and around my pubic bone before coming down on the opposite leg. The feeling of horny anticipation combined with the frustration of being so wet, so aroused that he could have fucked me anywhere he wanted to, however he wanted to so long as I could cum.

All the time I'm having these thoughts of how horny I am, how slutty I feel and how that in turn is making me hornier. The aching need to feel him inside me as he continues still to tease me, looking at me, watching me as his fingers work me to the very brink and then pull back. Sending me from biting my lip to conceal moans and gasps of desire to outraged sighs of complete frustration.
Feeling his fingers yet again stroking around my pussy lips, touching me so lightly I begin to wonder if I am imagining the feel of him out of the sheer desperation to cum. And just when I think that finally, he will let me reach that ecstasy, that point of no return where you know you are going to have a mindblowing orgasm but for just that split second, savour the anticipation, the final millisecond of blissful need before your body goes in to freefall, he stopped.

He gently pulled his hand away and sat talking to me as if nothing had happened. As if I'd imagined all of it before getting up to go to the bar, asking if I wanted another of the same or something different.

And as I watch him jostle his way to the bar I sit there and wonder if that is it. Whether he has more planned or whether his nerve had failed him. Watching him come back with two glasses, placing them on the table and again sitting down next to me. Hearing him start talking about something totally mundane as he leans in close to me and just as I begin to despair, to demand what on earth he thinks he's playing at, I feel his fingers again on my thigh except this time there is no lingering touch, no gentle tease, before I know where I am or what I'm doing he has two fingers inside me, deep and hard. And at that exact second I again get that glorious feeling of anticipation as he curls his fingertips up slightly, sending me over the edge as his lips clamp on to mine, swallowing the sound of a woman having a tremendous orgasm as my thighs grip his hand in place. His thumb sending me in to another wave of cumming as he circles my clit, his fingers still inside me as my pussy endlessly spasms around them, feeling like I'm never going to stop as the build-up and anticipation finally releases and I feel my wetness over the tops of my thighs as finally he slides his fingers out of me.

The total surrealness of it all as I sit there watching people dance, drink and drunkenly stumble around us as the music pumps out, out of breath and my mind consumed with how his cock will feel inside me before he turns to me and traces my lips with the same two fingers that seconds ago were buried inside my cunt as I came like a slut in the middle of a packed nightclub. Pulling my chin towards him as I lean in to kiss him, my hand wandering to his groin of it's own accord as I feel and wonder just what is in store once we've left for my flat....

Ooops

I sort of forgot this for a while. I have loads to update & will try & do so soon but I am still breathing & still around. Just not updating as much as I think I should be....

Gift Wrapped

I will barely be seeing C over Christmas. A combination of girlfriend, family & work has seen to that. I don't mind, it means I have even more of an excuse to make the most of him when I do see him ;-)

Being as time over the holiday season is going to be stretched, if I get to see him at all that is, then I figured it made sense to give him his gift early......

C has his own place which is about a 30 minute Tube journey from my flat. After really not knowing what on earth I could give him without it being too obvious to the girlfriend, bearing that in mind that obviously leaves out all the usual options of course such as aftershave or similar.
After much thought I came to the conclusion that the only thing I could give him that wouldn't be figured by the girlfriend & that he would enjoy was myself.....

Now obviously, it wouldn't be much of a gift if I just invited him around to my flat, cooked dinner & then took him to bed. That just wouldn't do.
So after finding out what time he had free & arranging to meet him at his flat & leaving him under th impression we were going out for dinner & for him to be dressed in a suit, I put my plan into action.

I've very recently bought a mid thigh length deep purple cashmere mix coat. It's very fitted on the body but flares out from the waist. It comes to just past my bum & is a very flattering cut so it looks rather nice on.

The question was, what to wear under it? It had to be silk, luxurious & sexy in a sophisticated way. Nothing tacky. So after working out my overdraft I bought this lingerie

Although I have to say, for some reason the bra is lower cut on me than it appears to be on her.


And a similar underbust to this although not exactly the same. The cut is slightly different.

Along with the above were seamed stockings from Agent Provocateur & patent leather 'fuck me' heels.

Obviously make-up was also needed but I wanted to play up the lingerie so decided on matte deep red lipstick, clear powdered skin & smoky eye makeup to draw attention to the 'come to bed' eyes I have. Or at least, I have been told they are classic come to bed eyes. Which is very handy and nice to know.

As for hair, well that was loosely tonged so it just tumbled around my shoulders & back. My hair reaches the middle of my back in length so it was perfect to have the 'tumbled ringlets' look.

On the walk to the Tube I received a wink & grin from a rather handsome male in a suit. He received a slightly dirty smile/grin in return of course ;-)

A wolf whistle from a man waiting on the opposite platform to me confirmed that I was looking as good as I hoped & had aimed for which worked to settle my nerves.
I couldn't help myself on the Tube journey & in sheer anticipation, would unwittingly let a dirty little half grin spread across my face.

Walking up the steps to C's flat, knowing just what was under my coat, feeling horny & naughty at the thought of what was to come from the evening ahead & feeling a snake of lust shoot through my stomach before knocking on the door.
Hearing C approach the other side before opening the door, a smile spreading across his face as I stepped over the threshold & into the hall. Turning round to come face to face with him & just as he was about to speak, untying the belt on my coat & letting it slip off my shoulders to the floor....

Standing there in nothing but heels, stockings & lingerie. Letting him take in the scene before him & watching his expression change from smiling, to shock, to pure lust. And seeing the beginnings of that lust in his eyes.

Watching him step towards me, hearing his breath beginning to get heavier before feeling his hands on my hips as he nuzzled behind my ear, stopping at the side of my neck, both of us lost in the moment, still. Feeling his breath on my neck. My legs weak with anticipation & hunger for him, my heart beating, my tummy squirming with pure lust & desire. Inhaling his scent before slowly pulling back & gently kissing him on the mouth, slowly parting his lips before letting our tongues slowly dance as I feel his hands stroking over my bum & one hand working it's way to my front, feeling his finger very lightly trace the already damp silk, making me catch my breath & go momentarily dizzy.

Slipping his jacket over his shoulders, loosening his shirt collar and undoing a few buttons. All the while being aware of his gaze on me.

Both of us now at boiling point but wanting to prolong the pleasure as much as possible. Feeling him push me gently back against the wall, guiding my legs apart as I am stood there before sinking to his knees, looking up at me with nothing but lust in his eyes.

I feel the heat of his breath on my pussy, making me catch my own & close my eyes. Feeling his fingers pull aside my knickers, revealing my smooth pussy to his eyes. Feeling his tongue gently caress my lips before travelling up to my already hard clit, making me cry out as both he & I know just how close I am.....

Feeling two of his fingers gently part my pussy lips as his tongue becomes more insistent, circling, teasing & pushing me to the very edge. Allowing his fingers to work in time with his tongue, slightly curved fingers hitting that particular spot that feels so amazing as my breathing becomes more laboured, feeling myself begin to fall & give in to the approaching ecstasy. My legs buckling & my voice crying out as the results of his teasing & coaxing wash over me. Erasing all from my mind except the almost unbearable intensity of pent up lust & hunger for him......

Feeling almost weightless as I lean back against the wall, C supporting me by my legs as he rests his head momentarily against my thighs. Raising himself up & kissing me deeply, allowing me to taste myself as his kissing becomes more urgent, his hands pulling me firmly against him, me feeling his total arousal before he breaks away from my lips, picks me up in his arms & carries me upstairs, my lips grazing his collarbone as he carries me up before laying me back on the bed.

Me watching him unbuckle his belt & remove his trousers, coming up to rest above me, kissing me deeply as his tongue encircles mine.
My body reacting with his, despite the recent release. My hips rising up to his body, pushing up to him.

Feeling his fingers stroke down & push my knickers aside, feeling him guide himself into me with ease, my wetness, warmth & tightness encasing him inside me as we both gasp, forcing ourselves to hold still & calm ourselves before he begins to slide into me deeply, pulling himself back before easing in again, our breathing ragged & unsteady before he thrusts into me, hearing myself moan & feeling myself tight, on the very edge of cumming before he thrusts inside me one final time, totally inside me as he looks me in the eye before we both explode with the intense, aching need for each other. Feeling myself dissolve in the pleasure, feeling his heat deep inside me as we both gasp & cry out. Feeling as though this is never going to end, not wanting it to as we both look deep into each others eyes, into the very soul of each other as the ecstasy begins to subside. Slowly returning us to reality as I feel my legs wrapped around him, still in stockings & heels, wondering if at the height of my ecstasy whether my heels had been holding him in to me and feeling a squirm of delight if they had been. Aware of his breathing calming as his head rests on my breastbone.

My arms around him as I feel his hand gently stroking the top of my thigh, his rough skin against my milky smooth skin. Raising his head to tenderly kiss me before pulling me to him as he turns onto his side, holding my whole body against his as his legs envelop mine, his hand brushing my hair aside before resting in the small of my back. Laying quietly in the darkness as we are pressed into each others body, being aware of only his touch, scent & breathing as he gently pushes my face away from his chest before looking into my eyes, tracing the outline of my scarlet lips as he tells me that is one of the most intense & pleasurable experience he has ever had and telling me there is no way we are just going to stop at that, that for as long as I am happy to try things he will be pushing my boundaries....

Alien Concept

At after work drinks the other week I was having this conversation with a colleague, basically that if a man sleeps around, it's O.K & something to brag about. But if a woman does it she's a bit on the easy side & quite possibly, a slut.

Now, it may have dawned on you by now that I'm not exactly what my mother would call a 'nice girl' IE; not one that she'd class as marriage material but rather more one that lives fast & loose. This is one of the reasons I don't live in the same county, let alone the same house, as her. It's not that my mother is strict or religious, but she does believe that girls worth having should behave in a certain way with men, in a very 'correct' way & certainly no sleeping with a man for the first two months of a relationship... Needless to say she isn't aware of my activities & is under the illusion that I am just taking a break from men after a disastrous relationship. I am in no hurry to enlighten her. It's not that I'm easy, I'm not. But I enjoy sex so if I like a man when I get to know him, I will sleep with him. I don't shag around but I do enjoy having a fuckbuddy.
Now this colleague is of the same opinion as my mother, that girls shouldn't sleep around & shouldn't have encounters with men that won't lead to a relationship. She is also of the opinion that sex is a chore to keep your man happy, the idea only to be entertained when there is no other option & certainly not a pleasure that you should both derive equal satisfaction from. She certainly doesn't approve of what I get up to. It's not like she is old either, only mid to late thirties so you'd think she'd be a little less strait laced about it all.

She didn't take kindly to me telling her she sounded like something from "The 1950's Good Wife Guide".

I simply don't understand her view of sex. I understand her dislike for one night stands because you know, each to their own. But to view sex as a chore & then only a chore to be done when all else has failed just puzzles me. And it's not because she has had horrible partners either, she admitted that she just doesn't take an active role in it but more the sort that she is glad when it's over because it's interrupting her sleep! And she has always been like this, or so she told me. Apart from the obvious curiosity it isn't something that has ever really interested her beyond the odd few occasions she has actually wanted it herself.

I've never been the girl to view it like that but more the sort that is open minded & will try anything once (within reason). If I've wanted to try something then I've said & nine times out of ten, it's been worth the gamble.

This colleague views me as a tart. When the conversation got around to oral sex she couldn't fathom why on earth I'd even contemplate it, let alone enjoy it or initiate it. The fact is, I love sex. I love the physical closeness it brings, the emotional closeness, the pleasure it can give & the fun that can be had.

Why on earth would someone view that as a chore?! I completely do not get that line of thought. A chore is doing the housework, folding the laundry, paying the bills. Definitely not enjoying your & your partners body to such an extent, it makes you see stars.

It baffles me. It truly does.

Forbidden

I suppose I've always been the sort to push boundaries & if I've seen something I want, I go for it & make the best of getting it. And although that sounds a horrible trait when it's applied to men, I don't make a play for a man just because I can & I steer clear of married men, or try to.

I was still living at home up until about the age of 19. Boyfriends came & went & many weekends were spent in various locations doing things my parents would not have approved of, & probably still wouldn't. My mother & father seemed to be of the type that as long as I wasn't doing it under their roof, I wasn't doing it at all.

When I was about 17 we had a new family move into our road, mother, father & their daughter of about 3. I suppose the mother was early 30's & the father would have been mid 30's. My parents got to know them as a family & after they'd been living there 6 months or so I started babysitting for them. Although I didn't get on well with the mother, she always seemed to be rather frosty, I got on brilliantly with the father & it was just getting on with each other, nothing untoward.

About 18 months after they'd moved in, they split up. I was about 18.5 & was still babysitting on the odd occasion but of course, with the end of their relationship came the end of the babysitting as the mother, S, took their daughter with her. B, understandably, was upset. Although he had seen the end of the road for their relationship I'm guessing it still didn't make it any easier, especially with a child involved. Anyway, this led to B spending more time around my parents, either for BBQ's or just coming round of an evening for a catch up and if they weren't in we'd sit & have a drink as we'd always been pretty matey & got on quite well.

It didn't go unnoticed by me that he would be quite flirty sometimes & although I always had been a little bit with him, it was done in an obviously joking manner because I didn't want to upset his relationship with his partner at the time.

Looking back I think things were slightly planned on his part & certainly not discouraged on mine. I say planned because my parents were away visiting family in Berkshire for the week, taking my younger brother & sister with them.
I'd seen B earlier in the day & asked him if he wanted to come round that evening to which he replied he'd like to if that was O.K & that he'd bring a bottle with him if I sorted the food.

The evening wore on & rather than him go home, I said he could stay in the spare room seeing as it was made up & we'd both had a bit to drink so it made more sense for him to stay than it did for him to walk up the village to his place.

B was forbidden in my mind, older, friend of the family & up until not long before that point, a taken man. Signs that are all telling you not to go there & signs that I blithely ignored from that night onwards.

We'd had the T.V on but hadn't been watching, just talking & laughing & enjoying each other's company. I was sat next to him & was saying that while out the previous weekend I'd done something to my knee & it had only just got back to normal so I guessed that I must have twisted something & he placed his hand on it, making me laugh at his supposed 'expert' opinion on what else it could have been, we carried on talking a few more minutes, his hand still on my knee, when I felt his fingers slowly splay & the fingertips just touch the inside of my thigh, just above my knee, that soft skin that goes from just above the knee to the groin. It was mid Summer & I remember thinking that my skirt was fairly flimsy, it was a handkerchief cut silk miniskirt & more than once his fingertips had played with the end of one of the uneven edges while we'd been sat talking.

I pretended to not notice the movement until he started circling his index finger gently, slightly firmer than before. It was something I couldn't ignore so I met his gaze, saw the slightly questioning look before hesitatingly leaning forward to kiss him. Feeling his lips touch mine then draw back for a second look, a last unspoken question, before he leant forward again & parted my lips with his. Gently kissing me before standing to his feet & pulling me to mine, both making our way upstairs, to the double bed in the spare room, both of us also knowing he wouldn't be sleeping alone that night.

Me reaching the bed, laying back onto it as I felt his weight next to me, above me. Kissing me again & drawing my hair back from my face, looking into my eyes as I felt his hand stroke over my tummy, undoing the buttons of my top, kneeling above me to undo them, reaching the last three with a slight urgency. Moving back as I sit forward to slide off my top & then my bra before laying back into the pillows, feeling the rough palms of his hands stroke over each breast, circling them, cupping them & then leaning forward to graze his lips over my hardening nipples, teasing with his tongue & very gently with his teeth. Making me gasp in surprised pleasure, him looking up & grinning at me before kissing me again. Pulling back to pull off his t shirt & kick off hi jeans. Coming back to me, naked above me as his hand searched for the zip on my skirt, me raising my hips & pushing my skirt down along with my knickers, kicking it away before relaxing below him again.

Feeling his chest against mine, his breath against my neck, his lips on my earlobe, his whispers barely audible.
Fingers teasing me, making me desperately want more. Feather light touches alternating with firmer, more concentrated touches. Encouraging my wetness for him, my lust for him. My hand wrapped around him, slowly working up & down, feeling him move in motion with my hand before I stop & just hold him there, both of us pulling ourselves back, calming for a few split seconds before I guide him into me, gently & slowly as I feel his hardness & fullness start to fill me, looking up into his face at the concentration & lust, moving my hips up to meet him as the pleasure hits me. Feeling his lips on my neck, his cheek against mine as his breathing grows slightly shallower with each movement.

Feeling the heat build as he starts to gently thrust into me, watching my face & feeling the movement deeper inside me with each move, little gasps escaping my lips as I close my eyes, in a whole other world, lost in the feeling of him & the building intensity. Not wanting it to end but not being able to hold back either.

Opening my eyes, hands on his back as I look into his face, feel his lips & tongue meet mine as the urgency grows, his kiss deeper than before as he thrusts harder into me, the heat now a fire as I realise how close I am & how incapable either of us are from holding back any longer. Feeling the heat build to a peak & then erupt through my body as he pulls out almost completely before thrusting back in. Feeling him tense above me, his breath on my neck as his pleasure is audible in my ear, feeling my own release meet his & gasping, crying out as I close my eyes & let myself go with it.

Both of us slowly coming back to reality as he moves to lay by my side, moving close under the quilt, one arm over my waist as he pulls me into his body.

Sharing a giggle as we talk some more & although I didn't realise it at the time, it being the start of six months of laughter, fun & many more secret liaisons......

It's been a while

Well, what can I say? I haven't been residing on Mars for the past God knows how many weeks, just the blog was the last thing on my mind really.

My time has mostly gone on a flat move, very nice & I'm very pleased with it. A holiday to France which was gorgeous. A change of jobs & ordinary living of life.

Things with J have gotten slightly complicated & I'm not sure really which direction to turn in, more on that later. Things with C are still happening & nothing as yet has happened with M. Having said that things are still chemistry laden with him but then again, when aren't they.
I feel I have come to a crossroads with J & decisions need to be made, depending on what I decide
depends on what I do or do not do with C. It's all very well being a young, free, single & horny woman but it does make life complicated sometimes!


I wish sometimes I had the urge & depth of feeling to want a proper relationship with someone, want it enough to not just put in half the effort & half of myself but to give everything to it, the complete whole of me & to be completely happy in that relationship without being tempted by others. Maybe I just haven't met the right one yet but I see friends in relationships, some of them long term & one engaged & I see them with their partners or see how they are when they are talking about them & I sometimes wish I had that, that closeness & that intimacy. That somebody that is there whenever & not just when they can get an afternoon or night away. Things were getting strange with C & he confided that maybe he felt more for me than he should do in the circumstances but I simply wouldn't consider anything more with him than what I have. I know what he is like in his current relationship, cheating on his girlfriend with me & as hypocritical as it is I wouldn't entertain the same, I wouldn't put up with someone cheating on me. Really, that is why I'm not with somebody properly, because I'm not sure I could trust myself to be the same, to be completely faithful & I don't think that is fair to the other person.

On one hand I want that but then on the other I'm happy with the situation now, no commitment & nobody to answer to. A good career & job, my own place, admittedly it's rented but it is still 'mine', good friends & no responsibilities. Maybe I just need to go with the flow & let things take their own path, whatever will be, will be as the song goes!


Anyway, I'm back so enough of the deep & meaningful stuff & I shall endeavor to keep this blog more updated than it has been too!

Guilt

I saw C again the other night. We met up for a drink then went back to my flat, the whole cab ride back he had his hand on my thigh, other arm around my shoulders pulling me close.
I love feeling his body so close, feeling the tautness of his muscles but the light touch of his fingertips, makes my skin tingle & my nerve endings spark.
I love teasing him, I love the chemistry that's there & I love the fact that with just one touch he can make me melt.

As soon as we'd got in he turned me around, looked down at me for a split second & kissed me. Pulling me close with one hand on my bum & the other between my shoulder blades before letting his hand work up to my head, wrapping his fingers loosely in the length of my hair.
Pulling me close, tight against him as he rest's his chin slightly on my shoulder, gently kissing my neck, stopping for a split second, just stood there. Arms around each other, each being aware of the other before breaking away & going upstairs.
Collapsing onto the bed, both of us still clothed but wrapped around each other, close, kissing & touching, stroking, feeling.
Pushing me onto my back, stroking my hair away from my face & looking me deep in the eye, holding my gaze before kissing my collarbone & lifting my hips up to slide my dress over them, pulling it off so I'm laid beneath him in only my underwear, a silk bra & french knickers.

Stroking my stomach, making me instantly tense slightly at the pleasure, the touch of his hand. Stopping to slip my bra off, sliding my knickers over my hips so I'm completely naked in front of him as he leans down to kiss my stomach, already teasing my pussy with his fingers.
Feeling his mouth on me, in me, making me arch my hips up & want more of him, needing him to release the tenseness, the coiled spring I can feel building but holding just back enough to keep me on the edge, keep me aching & desperate to cum. Finally letting me go as I succumb to the intense rush, succumb to him.
Very lightly stroking his fingertips across my stomach, teasing the nerve endings that are already on fire, teasing the skin that is already hypersensitive to the slightest whisper.

Bringing himself up to lay beside me pulling me close so my body is pressed fully against his, front to front. His hand on my back, stroking my spine, splaying his fingers to pull me as close as possible as I hook my leg over his hip.
My hand & fingers teasing, stroking him before guiding him into my aching & waiting pussy.....

My leg hooked over his hip pulling him close & holding him there before he rolls me onto my back. My hand cupping his face as we kiss, as I feel his body on & in mine & his scent fill my nostrils. My senses overwhelmed by him, taste, touch, sight & smell.
Lost in the moment, feeling the nearness, skin fizzing & body tensing as the rush overtakes us. His mouth on my neck making me moan at the extreme sensation, biting slightly as we both fall into momentary oblivion. Hearing my voice echo my body & feeling his moans & lips lost in my skin, wrapping my arms & legs around him pulling him as close as physically possible before the rush recedes & we both slowly become aware of space & time again.
Wrapped in his arms as we both drift into sleep which comes all too easily to the both of us after the spent lust & hunger...




He asked me a question the next morning. He couldn't look me in the eye as he asked did I feel guilty.... Guilty for his girlfriend.
I explained that she wasn't mine to feel guilty about.
He told me that he didn't, that was the problem.

Unspoken words hanging in the air as we lay there, a conscious end to the conversation before feeling his arms wrap tight around me as I drift back into sleep.