HNT: Years Favourite HNT

Thursday, December 31, 2009

This is definitely my favourite HNT picture of the year. For years [and years] I have always thought that I had a fat ass, as ya do, but this picture made me realise it was merely a matter of perspective...when I try to twist myself into a pretzel to check out my ass in the mirror, this is not the view I see. But this is the view everyone else sees, its all a matter of perspective!

Happy HNT and Happy New Year everyone!

Now go check out Osbasso to see who else is playing along this week...


HNT: Three Christmas Wishes

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Dewey: For you, I would like to give you an Island...Yup, so you can set up Hot Bloggers Island. I do this in the faint hope that I may be invited [wink, wink, nudge, nudge]

 Yummy: I would like to gift you a housework have had a hell of a year girl and I think you more than deserve to have a little fairy goodness come and work some magic at your house so you can spend some time with your adorable girls.

 Me: I have absolutely no idea how you manage to keep track of all the men in your life...please accept my gift of a personal organiser to help keep track of all those has a wee section for making notes to blog from later, because we need to know the details!

So those are my three Christmas Wishes...Pop along and visit Osbasso to see who else is playing along this week and what they have gifted!


HNT: Christmas Tree Edition

Thursday, December 17, 2009

[Clickity-click to see whats lurking half-nekkid by the Christmas tree...]

I must confess that I am not a huge fan of Christmas, in fact I'm rather prone to wandering about muttering 'bah-fucking-humbug' at this time of the year. I hate the rush that proceeds the day, I hate the commercialism and I hate the complete and utter family crap that usual goes with the day...and tinsel, don't get me started on vacumming up tinsel for the next nine bloody months!! For the second year running the kids have talked me into having a 'real' Christmas tree as a posed to the nice little fake number I have tucked in the shed. I have to say that its really nice to come home at the end of the day to the twinkling lights on the tree and the smell of pine throughout the house, it almost makes me feel Christmasy...

Make sure you pop along and visit Osbasso and see who else is playing along with this weeks Christmas tree edition!


By the twinkling lights of the...

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

By the twinkling lights of the...stars, we lay on a blanket, fingers entwined, gazing up at the nights sky. It had been a fantastic summers afternoon at the beach, finished off with a twilight picinic dinner in the dunes. We watched as the sun set over the ocean, sipping our wine in companiable silence. The dog walkers, laughing children and families long since gone. Only the occational squalking of the gulls and crashing waves remained to keep us company.

You lifted your hand, taking with it mine and brought it to your lips, softly pressing kisses to the sensitive underside of my wrist. I turned my body towards you in response and you leaned over to kiss me and kiss me you did. One of those long, slow, sexy kind of kisses that hits you straight in the belly. A flood of heat rushed over my body as you sucked on my bottom lip.

My hands skimmed down your body, over your chest and to your shorts where your arousal was already quite evident. I popped open the button of your shorts and slid down the zip so I could take your hard cock in hand. You continued to dot little kisses down my neck as you ran your hand up my leg, pushing my dress up my thigh as you went, exposing my legs to the cool evening breeze.

Your fingers brushed over my naked mound, teasingly. The mere touch from you sending a flood of wetness between my legs. Your hand parted my legs and your fingers slid between my bare pussy lips, gently massaging my clit. Deftly you moved down my body and replaced your fingers with your tongue, teasing the small nub with sensuous licks and sucks, fingers fucking me. All too soon I arched my back and came hard under the nights sky.

I lay back on the blanket, legs parted, recovering from the intensity of my orgasm. You positioned yourself over me and in one swift motion sank the full length of your cock into me, filling me completely, my wet pussy lips wrapping around your hard cock. Pinning my arms above my head,  you fucked me hard and fast. I wrapped my legs around your ass, drawing you closer to me with every thrust until you came. The perfect end to the perfect day, under the twinkling lights of the stars...

Make sure you go and check out these sexy bloggers on their take of 'By the twinkling lights of the...' A huge thanks to Veronica for the awesome intro line and to Kimberly for organising us all!

Dangerous Lilly
FG Sakes
Salt and Pepper
Barefoot Dreaming

HNT: Kiwi Christmas Tree

Thursday, December 10, 2009

In New Zealand, we have what we call our 'Kiwi Christmas Tree'. Its proper name is Pohutakawa. It grows in the coastal areas and flowers prolifically over Christmas time, hence its known as the Kiwi Christmas Tree. At the moment, we have literally thousands of these trees dotted all over the city and along the coast in all their flowering beauty.

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday everyone and be sure to go and check out Osbasso to see who else is playing along this week!


Random Thought #1: Communication...

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Communication...I completely suck at it. Well I do and I don't. I have learnt through the various roles in my life to be an extraordinarily good communicator depending on the situation. Professionally, my greatest compliments come from my ability to communicate with my customers, to listen, understand what they are saying and quite often what they aren't saying and deliver back to them their vision.

But on a personal level, I really don't communicate very well at all. I am great at listening, but not verbally giving back anything about me, anything personal or to even communicate what I'm thinking or feeling at the time.I tend to bottle in everything I am thinking and feeling and not express it at the person it needs to be expressed to. One thing I am good at though is making assumptions instead of asking, dear god am I fantastic at that, much to my own detriment sometimes.  Although in my own defence, I do think I am getting better at communicating. I try and make a conscious effort now to ask what I want to know, to tell how I feel. But I do wonder....

Are you only as bad at communicating as the person your trying to communicate with? If you get nothing back from that person, if they aren't sharing why on earth would you put yourself out there and talk about your own wants, needs, desires...well you don't. So its pretty much a two way street.

So why is it such a big deal...communication? Its what keeps us close in relationships, that constant sharing. It lets you know where the other person is at. From the simple "How was your day?" to the deeper, more meaningful level of communication, it creates and keeps the bond between two people. Without it, there is no relationship...

So if communication is so damn important, why are we often so bad at it?

Fact or Fiction....Part Two

Monday, December 7, 2009

Again you stroke my back and ass with your hand, this time, more teasingly you occasionally lift your hand from my ass sharply. I know what’s coming and with it a mix of fear and anticipation builds inside me. You bring your hand down, hard, branding my ass with your hand print. Over and over again with no respite until my ass is burning red.

Next I feel something new, something that takes my mind from my burning ass. You start rubbing a dildo against my swollen pussy lips before plunging it inside and fucking me with it. It feels incredible, being fucked with the dildo and the object in my ass, deliciously full with sensations coming at me from everywhere. I feel your other hand grab my hair, raising my head up

‘Open your mouth’

My lips part and my tongue meets your hard cock as you push it into my mouth. Greedily I suck on your cock, rolling my tongue over the tip and your hard length, trying to tease and please you every way I know how with my mouth.

‘You love having all your holes filled don’t you my slut’

I can do nothing but ‘Mmmm’ in reply. The sensation is almost overwhelming, I feel like your filling every part of me. I feel the waves of an orgasm start to build and I strain back to try and meet the thrusting in and out of my pussy, trying to urge the object deeper and faster. You sense that I am close to cumming and abruptly withdraw the dildo from my aching pussy and slip your cock from my mouth.

‘Not yet slut’

I feel the mattress shift as you position yourself behind me and with a very light touch rub the head of your cock over my engorged pussy lips, parting them, teasing my clit. I pull hard on the restraints holding my arms, trying desperately to push myself onto your cock. This earns me nothing more than another slap on the ass in admonishment.

Very, very slowly you begin to sink your cock into me. One painstaking inch at a time, stretching me open to accommodate you, finally coming to rest, buried deep inside. I moan in expectation of the fucking to come.

With a hand on each hip you start fucking me, with a slow, steady rhythm. You slide your hand down my back. Grabbing my shoulder you push it down firmly into the mattress, pinning me down and holding me still as you increase your tempo, fucking me harder and harder.

Abruptly you stop and pull your cock free. I feel your hands on my hips again, this time you flip me over onto my back. My arms are strained taunt against the restraints. You roughly spread my legs and slide your hard cock back into me in one swift move. I wrap my legs around your hips and arch my hips to try and accommodate you. I feel your hand slide up and grab my throat, as you start fucking me again. Harder, deeper, faster...

‘Open your mouth’

As I do, you pull out. I feel the first hot splash of cum on my cheek. My mouth greedily wraps around your cock, sucking every last drop from you, savouring the taste.

HNT: Classic...

Thursday, December 3, 2009

This has got to be the classic HNT shot...Everyone, eventually, does the man's shirt and why not, its hot!....Man's shirt, short skirt...Omg I feel a Shania song coming on! Happy Half-Nekkid-Thursday all!

Now go check out Osbasso and see who else is playing along this week...


Fact or Fiction....Part One

Saturday, November 28, 2009

And suddenly I was plunged into darkness as you slipped the blindfold over my eyes. There wasn’t a sound in the room. A small prickle of fear crept up my spine as I knelt there feeling very much exposed, wearing nothing but my panties, not knowing what to expect next. I knew that there would be pleasure and maybe some pain but in what order and how was very much still a mystery for me.

I felt your foot between my knees, nudging them further apart. I could feel your eyes on me, assessing me as if I was your own person fuck toy....maybe I was. Your hands wrapped in my hair and you started to tug gently, bringing me to my feet. You led me across the room to the bed and arranged me on it just so. I felt you fasten cuffs to my hands and ankles before stretching my arms taunt above my head.

And there I lay, my arms stretched above me, hands tied together then bound to the headboard, my ankles firmly locked together. I give a cursory tug on the restrains, as I suspected, no give at all. I hear the low hum of NEA being turned on. You lift the edge of my knickers and slip it between my legs, the steady vibration teasing my already swollen clit.

The warmth of your breath hits my cheek as you lean down close to me and growl in my ear

‘Don’t you dare cum without permission, slut’

I gulp in response, knowing that will be difficult with the toy sitting on my clit, heightening my arousal with every passing second.

Your hand cups my jaw and your thumb rub over my bottom lip. I part my lips slightly and you slip your thumb inside my mouth. I suck gently on your thumb, swirling my tongue over it at the same time.

Your hands run from my neck down my body, hands briefly cupping each breast, thumbs rubbing over my already erect nipples before continuing down my body, over my belly and down my thighs.

You do this several times, my back arching in response to your touch, hands straining against the bonds that tie me. Every time your fingers brush against the junctions of my thighs I feel a rush of heat between my legs. The teasing nature of your touch making me squirm in delight.I feel you unbind my ankles and unceremoniously drag my underwear off; taking with them the toy you placed between my legs.

‘Spread your legs for me’ you demand.

I draw my knees up slightly and let my legs fall apart.

‘Wider ‘you demand again.

I comply, completely exposing myself to you. Your hands grab my ankles and force my legs wider apart still. I can feel you looking at me, visually inspecting everything on offer in front of you. At that moment I am glad for the blindfold, it somehow makes it easier. I feel the weight of you depress the mattress at the end of the bed and I give a small start of surprise as I feel your mouth on the inside of my thigh, you start biting the way up one leg and then the next. I savour the delightful contrast of your sharp teeth and soft tongue with every bite.

Arching my hip in anticipation, I hope to feel your mouth on my pussy but you deny me the touch of your tongue. I am aching with a need and long that only touch can satisfy. I can feel my own wetness begin to tickle down between my ass cheeks.

Again you grab my ankles and push my feet up until they are resting against my ass. With the lightest of touches, I feel you drag your finger down one pussy lip and then the other before parting them, exposing my inner womanhood to your probing fingers and gaze. You trace the trail of wetness from my cunt down over my ass.

Abruptly you remove your touch and I wonder at what is coming next. I feel a something being slowly but insistently being pushed into my ass, half an inch at a time until you have worked it fully inside of me. I moan as the sensation the intrusion has caused turns from slight discomfort to that glorious feeling of fullness.

‘Roll over and get on your knees’ you demand

I roll over and get on my knees, ass in the air, head down, knees parted. I feel your hand run over each ass cheek before trailing lazily down my back to the nape of my neck and up my back again to my ass. You run your hand over each cheek in a light circular motion, not breaking contact with my skin the whole time.

Suddenly you remove your hand and it’s replaced by another sensation entirely. A thousand buttery strands caress and grab at my skin as your trail the object up and down my back and over my ass. Before I have time to wonder at what it was, it’s gone and replaced with your hand again....

To be continued...

HNT: Silhouette circa 1973

Thursday, November 26, 2009

This picture strongly reminds me of those grainy black & white photo's that they used to have accompanying articles and stories in men's magazine of the 1960's & 1970's era....

Happy Half-Nekkid-Thursday to all, and Happy Thanks Giving to all of you in the States! Now go check out Osbasso and who else is playing along this week!


Big red, little red and the....rock?

Sunday, November 22, 2009

I don't know about the rest of you, but I like to give my sex toys a name, odd perhaps, but an entirely useful thing to do. Especially when your in bed having sex and you turn to the man of the moment and say 'Could you pass me my vibe darling?'

Until I started naming my toys, the response was usually 'Which bloody one??' Hence the naming much easier than them up-ending the drawer on the bed so you could pick one out, bit of a mood killer that kind of thing.

And so the tradition of Big Red and Little Red began. Yes, you did guess correctly, one is big and red and the other is little and red. Little Red is one of those cutesy kind of lipstick clit vibes and Big Red is an industrial sized multi-speed jobbies from the fun factory.

Sadly Big Red is reaching the end of his life span, he has recently started making some alarming clunking noises [does anyone out there service sex toys? more to the point I suppose, would you really want to service it after I have been using it??] and I feel that there is not a lot left in the old boy, time for retirement. He will be kept though, rather useful thing to have in your bedside drawer to brain burglars with!

As much as I have always loved Big Red, he is rather large and a little unwieldy, which is absolutely fine if its a one-on-one situation of just Big Red and I, but if you try and add a third party into the mix, ie the H or Mr Big, well, it all gets rather crowded. Which is how I ended up with Little Red.

I can see some head scratching going on, so let me explain...I am one of those women that don't have mind blowing, earth shattering, house rocking orgasms from penetrative sex alone, shocking I know, apparently 90% of other women out there don't either so I don't feel quite so alone on this. So I like to use a vibrator on myself whilst being fucked in whatever is the position du jour. This way, I cum, he cums and sometimes we all cum together...bit of a win-win really!

And in that kind of situation, Big Red just doesn't quite fit, he's a wee bit big and really only works well doggy style. Enter Little Red who works in pretty much any position, the only down side is that she is a bit cheap and nasty economically challenged and as such, doesn't really have a lot to offer as far as variable speeds etc.. oh and she has a rather pointy end. Which, once again is fine if your on your own but not with someone else. I have always had a deep and abiding fear of stabbing my partner in the cock with her...not a good look leaving your partner with vibe shaped bruises on his manly bits!

So my hunt began for a vibe that wasn't large and unwieldy, didn't have a sharp and pointy end, did have variable speeds and was small enough to fit into the tightest spaces between my partner and I. I was also quite keen to find something that didn't actually scream I'M A SEX TOY at me...I'm not really one of those girls that like the 'all-sing, all-dancing, multi-headed, larger-than-life, industrial sized power tools' that pass as sex toys. Discreet is good.

Enter the rock [the best name I can come up with so far, any better suggestions gratefully accepted!] also known as the Lelo Nea....small enough to fit in the tightest space, multi-speed vibrations, stealthily quiet and able to leap tall buildings in a single bound...ok maybe not the last one, but she does indeed produce mind blowing, earth shattering, house rocking orgasms. Yes I did have to try her out, oh six or seven times in a row, just to be sure!

HNT: No room for the blues...

Thursday, November 19, 2009

The title of this weeks HNT is the name of the nail polish I'm wearing. Its my absolutely new favourite colour, perfect for summer!....and if you look hard enough you can kind of see it on my nails.

Happy HNT everyone and don't forget to head over to Osbasso's and see who else is playing along this week.


Happy blog-o-versary to me!

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

A year ago today, I was inspired to start my own blog. I had been reading and following some absolutely fabulous blogs written by some seriously outstanding bloggers, sadly many of whom are no longer blogging today.

Whilst I never thought in anyway that I could hold a candle to their writing, it was their writing that inspired me to put my own spin on the world out there for all to read. I have found the process to be incredibly cathartic, to share my secrets, spin my tales and let you all into my own wee world. What I never expected to happen was to make so many new friends. Friends that have delightfully shared their thoughts and comments on my blog, I truly appreciate each and every one of you for it!

A statistical recap:
One year...
3 lovers...
84 posts...
1 open marriage
112,174 visitors...
 9 HNT's
7 May I seduces you's...

And on this journey of the past year, I have discovered many things, not just men :) I have discovered I am a complete and utter stat-whore, I love to see how many of you visit me and the countries that you come from (waves to her kiwi visitors)

I have rediscovered the joy of creative writing, especially the 'May I seduce you' group posting, so a very big thank you to Kimberly for starting this.

And of course the Half Nekid Thursdays....who knew getting half nekid could be soooo much fun! Long may Osbasso host this!

And if I am having a 'so full of myself' moment and going around thanking every one, there is one final person that deserves thanks....My darling husband, who didn't freak when I showed him my blog, instead he sat there for five solid hours reading every word and who has because a most enthusiastic supporter and photographer for HNT's!

So my dirty yourself to flute of bubbles and raise your glasses in toast to....

The Not So Secret Life of a Yummy Mummy....long may she continue!


Sunday, November 15, 2009

I feel the curve of your jaw with my hand
as I cup your face to kiss you...taste you

You feel the curve of my head
as you tangle your fingers in my hair, pulling me close into you

I feel the curve of your shoulder
as I slide my hand over it, then lower to feel your body under my touch

You feel the curve of my breast
as you cup my breast, teasing the hard nipple with your thumb

I feel the curve of your back
as I gently rake my finger nails down your back, teasing your senses

You feel the curve of my thigh
as you part my legs with your hands, opening me up to you

I feel the curve of your ass
as I cup it with my hands, urging you closer, deeper inside me

You feel the curve of my waist
under your hand as I arch my back in that sweet moment of ecstasy

I feel the curve of your lips
against my neck as you smile, happy, sated

Make sure you check out these other outstanding bloggers and their own spin on this months theme of 'Curve' A huge thanks to Kimberly from The errant wife for organising us!


Salt & Pepper:
Amy Liz:
Mr B:

Tales of fucking and debauchery...

....I just cant seem to write them. Well, no that's not true I can, if it involves fantasy but not about real life. I had a wee look at my posts and the end of May was the last time I wrote a post about my sexcapades...sad eh? And its not as if I don't have anything to share, I do.

I seem to suffering from some bizarre kind of writers block where every time I try and write about my shenanigans it ends up sounding like some Mills & Boon story, ok admittedly one that's a bit twisted and riske but seriously I couldn't produce a seriously good fuck tale if my lingerie collection depended on it!

And whilst you, my fantastic followers and lovely readers, don't seem to be bothered by the fact I haven't written a good fuck tale in six months [it amazes the hell out of me that you keep coming back week after week] it bugs the hell out of me that I haven't. Why? Because I love writing about it, I love trying to describe every lick, nibble and moan in a way that you all feel like you were along side me for the fun.

Maybe I'm just trying too hard, self critiquing and self censoring too much? Maybe I just need to get the hell over myself!

HNT: War of the roses...

Thursday, November 12, 2009

To continue the theme of last weeks HNT of roses....we couldn't decide last week which picture to post up first and we ended up tossing a coin, both of them are its a war of the roses!

Happy HNT to sure to check out Osbasso's blog and see who else is playing along this week!



Monday, November 9, 2009

Having one relationship is hard enough, some days I think I'm completely cracked trying to have two. Especially one that doesn't fit into a defined 'box'. For a start what the heck do I call him (Mr Big, in case your wondering what the hell I'm on about...don't worry I often do!) a lover? my boyfriend? a very, very good friend with some outstanding benefits? nah that last one is a bit long. I like the term boyfriend, its kinda cute but I'm  not sure it quite fits.

And then there's defining the boundaries of the relationship. He's single, I'm not. It was all so much easier when we were a couple of adulterers. There are the rules of adultery to follow, you know the ones...don't text after hours, daytime meetings only, basic facts about each other is the only information shared etc...Now I wonder and worry about how much we should see and talk to each other. I also suspect I worry about this stuff far too much. Its really hard finding the boundaries though. How much relationship is enough but not too much?

I know he sees me than more than a fuck buddy, someone he has feelings for and that it has evolved into being about more than just sex but what exactly is more? And I feel the same of him but at the end of the day, I'm married to someone else, I'm not a single girl and potential girlfriend. Oh I know we are still very much in an evolutionary phase and probably will be for sometime to come, so much has happened not only in our own lives but together that we are still finding our way.

From where we started as a couple of sneaky-on-the-side adulterers to being able to have a relationship out in the open and in front of everyone has been a heck of journey, one that even after seven months feels very much like its just beginning. So I guess I now can call myself polyamorous, husband in one hand and boyfriend in the other.

Oh and after eleven weeks apart, Mr Big and I finally got to spend sometime together one night last week...

HNT: Lay me down in a bed of roses...

Thursday, November 5, 2009

No roses were harmed in the making of this HNT....we have a couple of beautiful climbing roses in full bloom and heavy rain due tonight....I thought they would look prettier on me than on the path!

Happy HNT all...go have a peek at Osbasso and see who else is playing along this week.


Sitting on the edge of vanilla...

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

I have and have had for a very long time, a fascination with D/s and BDSM. Everything about it interests me, the theory, the play the whole lifestyle and of course the mystery of it all. I have read a lot about it. Talked to people who experience it, online and in 'real' life and have even dabbled a bit in the 'kink' of it all. And I do mean dabble, it has been something that has come and gone but its something that I always find myself returning to. But I'm sure this confession surprises none of you that have been reading my blog for a while, if you look its woven into a lot of what I have written here.

D/s relationships fascinate me. The exchange of power, the gift of submission, the acceptance of responsibility from the Dominant. It is not something that naturally slots into the modern society any longer which makes it all the more interesting. Especially for me, a woman who very much leads and controls her own life. I have life made up of leadership and control. I am the one that is sitting at the top but I ponder what would it be like to be able to give that up, just for a moment, a little while.

To not be in control, to not be the one making the decisions, to be able to surrender fully and completely to another. And another who would take you to the very edge of your boundaries, the edge of that cliff and push you to take one more step closer to the edge....

Meeting the couple...

Monday, November 2, 2009

Well I did it, I met the couple. It didn't quite go as I imagined it would....sheesh when does anything in my life go to plan, but hey that's the fun bit about life isn't it? I assumed that we would meet up at a local pub/bar, have a drink and get to know you kinda conversation....

Well meeting at the bar morphed into meeting at the hot pools, yeah, hot pools! First thought at that suggestion was "OMFG your kidding me?? you wanna see me nearly nekkid and I don't even get alcohol to cover my nervousness??" Second thought, actually I don't think I had a second thought, I was too busy being hung up about meeting people for the first time I could be potentially fucking wearing nothing but a bikini.

I got over that (eventually), donned my bikini and set off to meet the couple at the pools.They were surprisingly easy to spot in a public pool full of other couples, thank goodness....I did have visions of having to wade through the pool randomly asking people if they were keen to hook up!! She was absolutely stunning, in a blonde early thirties kinda way and he wasn't too shabby either, phew!

We spent an hour hanging out, chatting and getting to know each other. It was brilliant to meet and chat with a couple of sexually open minded people, they really were lovely. Will I see them again?

Ahh...there's the thing. They have sent me a very nice email inviting me to join them one evening but I really just don't know. Yes they were both attractive, yes they were very lovely people but I really got the impression that she wasn't...well, she just wasn't that into me. You know when you meet someone, and I have found this to be relatively true for both men and women that I have met, that there is body language there that you pick up on, body language that lets you know that they find you attractive and if you feel the same about them then you are sending the same cues back.

I just didn't get any from her. None at all. I don't know if it was because we were in a public place or maybe she was nervous but I didn't pick up anything from her that she found me attractive and was keen to go umm snorkelling :) Maybe I'm just reading it wrong, because its sport fucking there doesn't need to be that something there?

To be honest, I am inclined to give their kind offer a pass. Because I don't feel like there is that 'something' between her and I, I don't want to get caught in a situation where there is the pressure to perform or in a situation where it makes it difficult to bail out of if its just not working out. I want my first experience with a woman, if it does ever happen, to be a good one, hopefully!

HNT: Caught in a moment...

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Caught in a moment.....completely off guard.....

I wasn't going to post this picture up as its not really 'perfect' but I just adore how the H managed to snap a moment where I wasn't posing or paying attention....just getting my gear off! And yes there is another one that follows this and no, I'm not brave enough to post THAT one up!!

Be sure to go and see Osbasso and who else is playing along this week!


Your opinion please....

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

I was just having a conversation with the H about blogging and my blog. Yes, the H knows all about my blog. Well hell, if you going to tell him about all the men you have been fucking you may as well top it off with a 'oh hey and I write about it too!'

Anyway, back to the point. We were discussing about what I write and who I write about and I wondered out loud if I should tell Mr Big about the blog, after all he features reasonably prominently. I know that there are bloggers out there that are incredibly upfront and tell those they are involved with about their blog and dont write about them if that person wishes. I admire them for that.

But then there are tons of bloggers out there that don't let those that they blog about know about their blog. Some have been discovered by friends, family, work colleagues and indeed by their partners in crime and sometimes it works out well and sometimes not so...

So, the question I put out there to you all I tell?

The 27 year old brunette....

Friday, October 23, 2009

Nooo not for me! I don't *do* young ones [That's a topic worth a whole damn post!] So if not for me, your asking, then who? why the H of course. Yes, he has found himself a hot, young thing. And how does Ms Petal feel about this you wonder? well actually ok, more than ok! In fact I feel just great about it.

I know that at some point I will feel very un-ok about this, and I have been indeed wondering if I'm deluding myself in some way. But every way I look at it, every time I think about it, its fine. When he first told me about her, some months ago, I was good with it. When he came home today and told me about the outstanding oral sex they had in the park during their picnic lunch I was more than great about it, in fact I was down right excited for him!

Which in some small way worries me a bit. Am I supposed to feel this ok about it? Aren't I supposed to feel horribly jealous? Should I be intimidated and put out by the fact she's 27 and hot? Am I supposed to feel a twinge of something that she gives outstanding blow jobs? I don't though. None of that worries me, upsets me or makes me jealous. I am happy and I'm even happier that he's happy!

The conclusion I have come to, what I am experiencing is compersion. Compersion, as defined by Wikipedia, being "the experience of taking pleasure that one's partner is experiencing pleasure, even if the source of their pleasure is other than yourself". Oddly enough, or not oddly, its something I feel about many aspects of my life with the H. I don't just get pleasure from seeing him happy with his hot, young girlfriend but I feel pleasure whenever he's happy, no matter what is making him happy. It is definitely very cool stuff.

Now I do know that one day, one moment, I am not going to be happy about it all. There will be things that makes me feel insecure, upset, jealous, emotional and so many other thing but that's just part of having an open relationship and I also know that none of that or those feelings wont be able to be overcome by communication.....ah, so much easier to say than do I know!

HNT: Waiting....

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Waiting....what will you do with me?

Happy HNT!


Make sure you go and visit Osbasso's  to see who else is playing along half-nekkid this week!

Group post: Caught...

Friday, October 16, 2009

It was a fairly typical mid-winter Saturday night. My boyfriend and I didn't usually spend Saturday nights together, he being a huge rugby fan would spend the night down at the pub or at a mates place watching the rugby and I would spend it hanging out with the girls, somewhere. This Saturday night, was no different, he was at a friends place watching the game and I decided to have a girly night at home with my best friend Sarah.

Sarah and I were having a fantastic time hanging out, drinking red wine, eating pizza, gossiping about friends and watching a chick flick. After the movie, our conversation turned to sex, as it often does. She started complaining that her boyfriend Gavin watched too much porn.

"I don't get it, what is the appeal of watching other people have sex?" she said

"I don't get it either" I replied "John watches it all the time too, its like he's addicted to it! He has a whole drawer full of it on DVD"

"Oh my god, seriously? Hey why don't we put some on just to see what the guys find so fascinating about it" suggested Sarah

So with a bit too much red wine doing the talking, I hopped up and popped one of John's dirty DVD's in the player. Sarah and I sat back and watched wide-eyed as a lithe blonde and curvaceous brunette did the most extraordinary things to the biggest cock we had ever seen. Next the scene changed and the blonde started paying attention to the brunette, caressing, stroking and kissing her. I wiggled in my seat, partly out of embarrassment of watching this with my best friend and partly because I was getting so turned on by it.

"I think I'm beginning to see what the guys get out of this stuff" I said to Sarah

"Mmmm" she replied, not taking her eyes off the screen. "This stuff is hot"

I glanced over at Sarah again, watching her reaction to what she was watching. She did the same and we caught each others eye. We held eye contact for a fraction too long and something in the air changed....I don't know what made me do, maybe too much wine, maybe it was because I was all hot and turned on from watching the dirty movie but I leaned in and softly pressed my lips against hers.

I didn't know what reaction to expect from Sarah, but I don't think I expected her to starting kissing me back, with such enthusiasm! Our lips melted into each other as our kiss deepened. I couldn't resist exploring a bit further, so I started caressing her breasts over the top of her shirt. Mmmm so soft... as I ran my hand over I could feel her nipple pushing against the thin fabric of her top. This was obviously turning her on as much as it was me!

I slid my hand inside her shirt and rubbed my thumb over her hard nipple, teasingly. Her chest strained against my hand, encouraging me on, so lowered my mouth from hers, pushed her top up and flicked my tongue across  her nipple. I felt Sarah's hand trail up the inside of my thigh, pushing my skirt aside, so I spread my legs a little wider to allow her better access to my aching pussy. My god, I hadn't felt this turned on in a long time and I couldn't wait to see where this was going to go!

As Sarah slipped her hand inside my knickers, I remembered John. Shit, he was going to be home soon! Sarah must have had the exact same thought as she asked "When is John going to be home?"

"He cant be too far away, but then he's walking back and he will be pretty drunk I imagine so we will hear him in plenty of time as he crashes his way in the door" I replied.

With that we went back to exploring each other, fairly confident that we would hear John coming in time to 'put ourselves back together'. And before long we were well immersed in each other. Sarah had deftly disposed of my underwear, pushed my knees apart and was kneeling in front of me tasting me with her mouth in a way that my boyfriend never had.

With his shoes in his hand, John crept quietly in through the front door, deftly sidestepping the creaky floorboard in the hall way. Shit, Lucy was going to be sooo pissed off that he was this late home. As he headed down the hall towards the bedroom he noticed the a soft light flickering from in the lounge. Oh, no he thought to himself, she's awake and watching TV. With a shrug he decided it was best to face the music now rather than in the morning when he had a hangover. Getting to the lounge door which was ajar, he could hear soft moans coming from in the room. Well, maybe things might not be so bad if Lucy is watching some porn, heck this could be better than he thought!

He quietly eased the door open a bit wider so he could see what she was watching, not in a million years ever expecting to see the fantastic sight before him. Lucy reclined back on the couch, legs spread widely, with her top pushed up over her pert breasts, playing with her nipples and Sarah knelt semi-naked between her legs, her arse gently swaying in rhythm to the lapping of her tongue on Lucy's clit.

Instantly his cock went hard. Holy shit, he could believe that he was watching his girlfriend being eaten out by her best friend. Not wanting to interrupt or to get caught watching, John stepped back half a pace so he could still enjoy the view but hoping that they couldn't see him. He quietly unzipped his pants and took his hard on in hand. He started stroking his cock, his eyes never leaving the girls.

The moans coming from Lucy grew louder and more frequent. He could tell from the sounds that she wasnt very far away from cumming. Lucy's hands moved from playing with her breasts to gripping the back of Sarah's head, pushing her hard into her pussy as she arched her back and came.

"Oh my god Sarah, have you done that before? that was soooo good!"

"Nope, I just did what I know I like....I have always wondered what another girl would taste like" giggled Sarah

"You have got to let me try" exclaimed Lucy "I want to know if I can get you off like that!"

And with that, the girls swapped places. Sarah lay back on the couch with her legs spread wide in anticipation. I positioned myself between Sarah's legs, leaned in and kissed her deeply, rubbing my own naked breasts against Sarah's before dotting kisses all the way down her body until I got to her smooth pussy.

John watched in awe as his girlfriend busied herself between her friends legs. The sight of Lucy's well rounded arse, her legs spread slightly revealing her swollen wet pussy. So wet he could see the wetness coating the inside of her thighs. It was too much for him and he emitted a small groan as he pumped his cock furiously with his hand.

Sarah hearing a groan looked up and spotted John in the doorway. 'Fuck!' she thought 'We have been busted' She started to sit up when she noticed that John had his cock out and was feasting his eyes on Lucy's arse and playing with himself. She reclined back again and caught Johns eye. She gave him a wide smile, which he returned. Crooking her finger, she beckoned him into the room.

John hesitated at the doorway, Sarah was obviously ok with him joining in the fun but would Lucy be ok with it? Only one way to find out! He stepped forward into the room, quickly shedding his T-shirt and jeans. Lucy was still completely unaware of his presence, her mind and mouth occupied elsewhere.

I gave a little jump in surprise as John knelt behind me and started rubbing his hard cock over my wet pussy. I raised my head from Sarah's pussy, turned and gave John a quick grin, encouraging him on. No more encouragement was needed as he pushed his cock deep inside me. I heard John moan, enjoying the sensation of the wet heat of my pussy wrapping around his cock as he did so. Grabbing my hips he began to fuck me, slowly at first, then steadily increasing the rhythm of his thrusts.

John glanced up at Sarah and caught her eye. Her cheeks were beginning to flush, her bottom lip started to tremble as Lucy's tongue and fingers started to bring her to orgasm. The sight of Sarah's impeding orgasm was too much for John and with one final thrust he came hard inside Lucy, nearly pushing her on top of Sarah. Lucy didn't slow for a second, as Sarah came all hard all over her face.

We all collapsed in a sweaty heap on the couch and I wondered, who caught who...

Make sure you check out these other outstanding bloggers and their own spin on this months theme of 'Caught' A huge thanks to Kimberly from The errant wife for organising us!



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HNT: Petals and pearls...

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Some gorgeous knickers (out of my VERY large know how I love 'em) oh, and if you look closely favourite pearls!

Happy HNT sure and visit Osbasso to see who else is playing!


The couple dilemma...

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

On my AFF profile I have checked the box 'Bi-curious'. Because I am. I'm curious about being with another woman, what they feel like, taste like get the idea. One box I didn't check though, was the 'looking for a couple' box, which was why I was very surprise when I was contacted by a local couple wanting to know if I would like to meet them for a drink and maybe more.

Now trying out the experience of being with a woman has always been on my bucket list, sure, its not anywhere near the top but its there. I always imaged that it would be more of a one-on-one thing, not part of a pair. Threesomes are definitely on my bucket list and quite near the top too. But when I think threesomes, I always think MMF, not MFF. I don't know why, I suppose having had one threesome with two guys, I want to do it again....and again! [That and I know what to do with cock, pussy on the other hand is a bit of a mystery to me]

So there is my dilemma. Do I met up with this couple, hope that she is indeed as hot in person as her picture shows and maybe give the girly thing as part of a threesome a go even though it doesn't quite fit into my imagined scenario, or do I stick with what I have always thought of all along, one-on-one because it fits within my comfort zone.....Oh hell, its only a drink!

Lost libido's and returning lovers...

Thursday, October 8, 2009

I appear to have lost my libido....I strongly suspect I left it somewhere in Thailand, along with the lust fairy [You know her, that evil little imp that sits on my shoulder encouraging me into all sorts of mischief]. I know, very careless of me and if any of you happen across either of them, please return asap!

But it appears mine isn't the only one that's gone AWOL. The H has lost his too....quite possibly in Thailand as well, he doesn't remember when or where he put it down, but its gone! As a result the marital bed has been an oasis of calm and snoring lately.....nothing rockin our headboard! Ah, nothing that a bottle of wine and some good porn shouldn't fix!

The returning lover? well no prizes for guessing who that may be....Yup, you guessed right, Mr Big [see I told you no prizes, it was too easy] As yet its not so much of a return, since I haven't seen him in six weeks, but an agreement of continuance. How did that happen? Well I pretty much told him what I told you all in this post. And that was all well and good. I got a ' nice knowing you, must catch up over a coffee sometime in the distant future' response.

Then three days later I received the mother of all bollockings! Everything from 'How do you know that I don't want the same thing as you' to 'How dare you assume what I'm thinking when you wont even talk to me or ask me' and oh-so-many more. The cynic inside me says that a horny, single guy will say and promise an awful lot to keep a fuck buddy. Not as green as I am cabbage looking. So, for now, I am keeping him around. No expectations.

Its fucking hard...

Sunday, September 27, 2009

I knew it wouldn't be easy opening our marriage up. I expected it to be challenging, to not always go well or as planned. But I think I had in some small way deluded myself as how to how fucking hard it would be sometimes. Monogamy is the norm, its the expected in society and its a strong belief that we are all raised with. You will find one partner, and one partner only and settle down into a life-long state of marital bliss with that person. Trying to overcome your own in-built morals surrounding that *fact* is hard enough, trying to do in within a relationship with another persons own perceptions of that in-built fact is fucking hard.

Monogamous relationships are fucking hard too. There are enormous challenges that face any couple trying to bond over a long period of time, hell just the passage of life and the changing nature of people makes any relationship require constant attention and work. Throw in all the pitfalls of trying open that relationship up to include other people and you just magnify every crack in your original relationship and discover great chasms opening up before your very eyes.

So if its so bloody hard, why do it? damn good question. Because when it does work and it is going well, its awesome, fulfilling, fun, exciting, satisfying and so many other things! And working your way through the hard bits with your partner is good, its not always fun but its good, its satisfying and at the end of the day you pop out the other side better off. Not only as a person but as a couple as well and those benefits can be felt in every single part of your life.

And when it doesn't work? When communication seems to go nowhere other than an ever decreasing circle...when jealous becomes too much for either of you to handle...when the hard bits feel too damn hard...what do you do then? Fucked if I know...

HNT: Shy girl...

Thursday, September 17, 2009

I hide my face, but not in shame....I just don't want y'all to know my name!
(yeah ok, I suck at poetry!)

Happy HNT! Be sure and visit Obasso to see who else is playing along this week!


HNT: Bikini...

Thursday, September 10, 2009

By the time this post hits the blogsphere I will be in the 'land of smiles' enjoying sun, sand, shopping and of course sex! This is my rather pasty white pre-holiday bod....when I get back I will show ya my tan-lines *wink*

Happy HNT! and be sure and visit Obasso to see who else is playing along this week!


HNT: Say goodbye to winter...

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Spring has sprung, the grass has ris'
I wonder where the birdies is?

I know that up there in the North, you are all no doubt already mourning the end of summer. But way down under here, spring has arrived and summer is on its way! So to celebrate I'm saying goodbye to my winter stockings and hello to summer dresses and strappy sandals!

Happy HNT everyone and make sure you go along and visit Obasso and see who else is playing along this week!


Fourteen hours of fun...

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

This post was meant to be about the fourteen fantastic hours I spent with Mr Big. And it was a truly fantastic night! But given I have just ended our relationship I am very much struggling to gather together the necessary state of mind to write about it in a way it deserves.....I will hopefully get to it one day. The night was everything I had hoped for and some!

Why did I end it? Well when your marriage opens up you realise that there a potential there for not just a fuck buddy or a friend with benefits, but for a relationship. Your not sneaking around grabbing snatches of the other person whenever and wherever you can. Knowing that what your getting is as much as you can get or as good as it can get.

I had/have feelings for him, huge feelings that came through when I realised that there really could be a relationship. Unfortunately with him just coming out of a long term relationship, there wasn't space in his head for one with me.

When you have feelings for someone, you also have expectation. Expectations of the way you want them to behave towards you, of what you want from them. When you want to have a relationship with someone you also have needs, needs that need to be met.

He is not in a position to meet my expectations or my needs at the moment. So to save myself a lot of grief, hurt and disappointment, I decided that moving on is the best thing for now. I didnt want to get to a point where I was being hurt because he couldn't meet my expectations or needs.

It is so very fucking hard to let go of someone you want so badly...

Stuff happens...

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Sometimes in life stuff just happens....recently I had 'stuff happen' in my life which meant I had to pull my blog for a wee while. But now that the stuff is over and done with my blog and I are back (assuming of course you noticed I was gone, if you didn't feel free to ignore this post!) What was the stuff I hear you ask? ummm gonna take a dodge on that answer and just leave it at 'stuff happens'!

Anyway, now we are back and up and running, I will have to tell you all about the fantastic over-nighter I had with Mr Big...

HNT: *That* Picture

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Anyone who holds a membership to an 'Adult Dating' website has one of these. Yup, that picture that you send out to those that you deem worthy of receiving it. It shows you at your flattering best without giving away who you are, hot (I hope) but anonymous. This is mine.....

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday everyone!


List of 8's

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Here are the rules:

1. Mention the person (or people) who tagged you.
2. Complete the lists of 8s.
3. Tag 8 other bloggers and let them know they have been tagged.

I got this from the lovely Topaz

8 things I am looking forward to:
-getting a hair cut & colour
-going on holiday next month!
-finishing our house renovation
-getting home tonight
-having a wine & a catch up with my sister (nothing like a girly gossip to sooth the soul)
-a time when we don't have to work so much/so hard
-my next restaurant meal

8 things I did yesterday:
-had sex with the H (why did that come to mind first??)
-forgot 'the original bit on the side's' birthday (yup I'm in deep shite over it)
-drank two glasses of outstanding Yarpie pinot noir....yeah who would have thought it eh?
-ate chocolate
-banked an extremely large cheque for a work contract we have just finished (Yay money, wine, chocolate & sex all on the same day and it was a Monday too! outstanding!)
-went to work
-had a major tantrum over the teenager hogging the bathroom in the morning
-agreed to babysit a miniature poodle while her Daddies are away on holiday for a week

Isn't she cute!

8 things I wish I could do:
-not be at work right now....
-find more time to go to the gym
-spend more time with my husband & kids
-eat whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted with no effect!
-run 10km without stopping
-not worry about stuff so much
-paint the fingernails on my right hand without making a mess of it
-rule the world mwahahaha (kidding!)

8 shows I watch:
-Greys anatomy
-The News
-Sarah's House
-Grand Designs
-Any kind of motorsport
-The politically incorrect guide to parenting
-U choose 40
-too many kids shows to count!

8 favourite fruits:
-grapes (not sure if they are really a fruit!)

8 places I'd like to travel:
-The UK
-The States
-The South Island

8 places I've lived:
Will skip this one, being from a very small country and all....

8 people I've tagged who don't have to if they don't want to:
Well hell, everyone I wanted to tag has been tagged already! Feel free to pop it on your own blog tho!

Friday funny

Friday, August 7, 2009

Yeah its Friday down here! TGIF!

My sister sent this email to me this morning and I have spent the last ten minutes cracking up over it.....too funny, so I thought I would share......

Sing the tune "I will survive"


At first I was afraid, I was petrified.
When you said you had 10 inches, Lord I almost died!
But I'd spent so many years just waiting for a man that long, that
I grew strong, and I knew that I could take you on...
But there you are, another lie,
I was ready for a Big Mac and you've brought me a French fry!
I should have known that it was bulls***t, just a sad pathetic dream
Should have known there was no Anaconda lurking in those

Go on now - go! , Walk out the door,
Don't you promise me 10 inches, then turn up with only 4!
Weren't you a brat to think I wouldn't find you out!?
Don't you know we're only joking when we say size don't count??!!


I will survive! I will survive!
Cuz as long as I have batteries,
My sex life's gonna thrive!
I will always have good sex,
With a handful of latex!
I will survive! I will survive! Hey! Hey!

It took all my self control not to laugh out loud,
When I saw your little weiner standing tall and proud!
But to hell with your ego and to hell with all your needs,
Now I'm saving all my lovin' for a cordless multispeed!


I will survive! I will survive!
Cuz as long as I have batteries,
My sex life's gonna thrive!
I will always have good sex,
With a handful of latex!
I will survive! I will survive! Hey! Hey!

Warning: Bitchy, whiny vent ahead...

Monday, August 3, 2009

How many times can someone bail out of plans you have made with them before you starting thinking its you? Was it something I said, something I did, geez do I smell bad? I know 'life' happens and shit just gets in the way, but really, fuck....

Mr Big has, yet again, 'been unable to make it'. And I'm pissed, seriously pissed [as if you couldn't already guess] and what's even worse is I'm pissed off that I'm pissed off.....this should not be pissing me off! Mind you, I should have known, its Monday. For some reason, Mondays and I just don't mix.

Oh and then he asks if I'm free one night this week instead....well I could be but I'm pissed off and I cant have sex with someone I'm pissed off with [a girl thing I suspect] so that particular little gem has gone unanswered for the could take several hours [days] for me to cool off enough to formulate a reply.

Oh it just gets better too....I had been writing a post about the original bit on the side finally being out of my life, but no, he's not. He has started a new job today as a general manager for a large company [good for him, he deserves it!] and I rather naively thought that this new job would keep him relatively office bound and too busy to bother with me. Wrong. So far I have been furnished with his new cellphone number [ you can text me any time] and spammed with emails this morning, ok not spamed, they contained some quite outstanding porn clips, but still. He's there....still. I was obviously being a tad preemptive in writing that post!

On the bright side....I have the most gorgeous blueberry and white chocolate muffin and a packet of timtams waiting for me when I get home, no day is so bad that it cant be fixed with chocolate or alcohol or both!

The rules...

Saturday, July 25, 2009

I started out on this journey as an accidental adulterer. There were no rules, it was swift and lustful. The original bit on the side and I made up the rules as we went along. Later along the path I embarked on deliberate infidelity and a set of personal rules evolved and developed. The first set of rules that evolved were about the kind of guy I was looking for. I set a basic list of criteria that he had to meet, which can be found here in this post.

And by in large, I stuck to that list of criteria when I chose the guys I was going to sex with. Helicopter guy and Mr Big were selected based on the fact they met all of those points. But what do you do when one of your 'rules' is changed half way through the game?

Which rule you ask....the must be married rule. This is one that I have felt so strongly about I even climbed on my wee soapbox and had a little rant about it in this post. So when Mr Big told me he and his partner were ending their relationship I was stunned. Firstly out of concern for him but secondly because it meant that he was now going to be single. I must have really made my position clear to him on this rule as the second thing out of his mouth after telling me about the demise of his relationship was 'I know you are wanting an "attached" guy, so if this changes things I will understand'.

Huge dilemma. Do I end the relationship because he is now single and I have always said single guys are out? or do I stick with it because I like him and we have a fantastic friendship/relationship?

After giving it a huge amount of thought and talking over my concerns with him too, I decided to hang it in there with him. We have a great thing going and a very clear understanding between us what our relationship is about. His being single isn't going to change that. I still wouldn't choose a single guy over a married one for a fuck buddy but I think he's worth bending this particular rule over...

I'm in lust with....

Thursday, July 23, 2009

A porn star....yup you read that right. I have a major attack of the lusties over a porn star. I can't say that too often in my life I have succumbed to girlie crushes and lustful fantasies over a man...there was Jon Bon Jovi when I was a teenager in the '80's [you can stop sniggering now!] Keanu Reeves in the '90's [love the strong silent type!] and now its 'Rocco' - the italian stallion.

Those that know me well, know that I love watching porn. I am not a huge fan of the bulk-made commercial stuff, its too fake and contrived for me. I have a preference for the amateur stuff, love it. So I was over at redtube the other day searching out some amateur gems when a clip caught my eye. After watching it [3 or 4 times] I was in lust....

Now what, you may ask, is it about Rocco that floats my boat? I just love his style, of fucking that is. He actually looks like he's having fun and enjoying himself and the woman he's with, not just workin it for the extra $100 for the cum shot. It doesn't hurt that he's not too bad looking either, most of the guys in porn are well... icky for the want of a better word [think hairy backs, badly done fake tans, scary moustaches] Or maybe it cause he reminds me of Mr Big...

His work is definitely on the more hardcore side of things, so if that offends you, don't go searching for it and then bitch to me that it offended you. But if like me, the harder the better, jump onto redtube and search for Rocco, he's absolutely worth the look!

The best laid schemes of mice and men...

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

When we think of naughty encounters, we often imagine a joyous reunion of star-crossed lovers in a [fabulous or seedy, depending on budget and circumstances!] hotel room having wonderfully hot, sensual, dirty sex... And 99% of the time, that is no doubt the case. But sometimes its doesn't always quite go to plan. Yup, Mr Murphy with is irritating laws steps in and it all goes rather pear shaped.

Quite recently I had to spend three days working at an event out of town. It was far enough away from home to need to stay away for a couple of nights but close enough to Mr Big for him to be able to come and spend the night with me. The whole night with Mr Big....phew! So I duly book a fantastic room at very high end hotel [Hey work was paying and I'm the boss, so why not!] The big guy and I, spent most of the week getting all hot and steamy via text in anticipation of a whole night together. There was fun to be had and it was going to be GOOD!

Until...I got *that* text. Yeah, the one that says 'So very, very sorry I cant make it...' My tummy dropped in disappointment but at the end of the day, life happens. This was salvageable. I had a beautiful room booked and I could turn this into a *me* night, pamper myself, kick back and enjoy time with me.

So I checked in, ignoring the less than warm and friendly service [read no valet parking, no porter, rude reception....your a how many star hotel??] and sat back on the mine-for-the-night king size bed. Having spent the day on my feet, talking to what felt like a thousand people, I wasn't feeling inclined to troddle down to the 'rave review' restaurant headed up by the 'celebrity chef' and sample the delightful dishes on my own, so I order room service instead.

My 'gourmet' pizza and large glass of wine arrived. All I can say, is at least the wine was fantastic! [Can't beat a good kiwi cab sav!] The pizza? well... I have bought better at the supermarket. A long, soak in a hot bath later and my spirits were restored. I tucked myself into the huge bed [Omg I love hotel sheets, clean sheet day everyday!!] and reflected on my day. No lover, shite service, less than average food....oh well on the bright side it couldn't get any worse!

Until... I woke up the next morning, swung my feet out of bed and landed in several inches of freezing cold water. It had rained rather heavily in the night and flooded out half the ground floor, the half that I was staying in! Needless to say, I did not spend a second night there!

The door shut behind...

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

The door shut behind you with a firm click of the latch. Leaving me there in the room where we had just made love. I rest my head against the door, as I listen to your footsteps receding into the distance. My eyes close for a brief moment, allowing the past few hours rush through my mind in a jumble of images. Images of you, of I, of us tangled together in a whirlwind of need, longing and lust.

I smile at the now memory of our afternoon together, my lips still aching and swollen from your kisses and nipping teeth. I love the way that you kiss me, explore my mouth with yours, your tongue seeking out mine. Your roughening stubble scraping my chin. Scraping every part of my body that your mouth explores and devours.

As I pull my silky robe closer around me, it brushes across my still hard nipples, reminding me of the way you caressed them with your fingers and then your tongue. Oh those fingers, playing over my nipples as you held me from behind, your cock buried deep inside me, my back arched in pleasure, pushing my breasts into your waiting hands. Your hot breath on my neck.

Sighing deeply, I turn and survey the tangled mess of sheets on the bed. The indent on the pillow where your head lay only minutes before. The scent of you still fills the room, I too, am covered in it. There is a spot on my arm, that even if I haven't been with you for days or weeks, if I press my nose to it, I swear I smell your scent linger there. Erotic, enticing and comforting. You are always there.

I cross the room to gather up my own clothes. I too must leave. I feel the wetness that you left behind trickle between my thighs. There is a jolt of pleasure in my belly at the thought of the way you came deep inside me. My legs carelessly thrown over your shoulders as you dove into me over and over again before letting go with a guttural sound of satisfaction. Your eyes were locked on mine and more was said between us, silently, at that very moment than throughout the whole afternoon.

The door shut behind me...But the memory remains.

Don't forget to check out these other fab bloggers and their delightful, dishy and decadent take on this 'May I seduce you' group post!

Ms Scarlett
Enchanted Mistress
Library Vixen
Eden's Dragon
Submissively Me

Defining relationships

Thursday, July 9, 2009

I am one of those people that like putting things in boxes, labelling things, giving things a name and a definition. With the sexual relationships I have outside of my marriage I like to do the same and I have been pondering if others do this and if they come up with the same labels as me. For me the men in my life fall into three different categories: Fuck buddies, friends with benefits and lovers.

Fuck Buddies: I think this one is pretty self explanatory. You turn up, you fuck, you fuck off. There is no relationship. Just a spark and a desire to get naked together. Nothing more, nothing less. The most simplest and stress free of any type of relationship. For me this was Helicopter guy, a fab fuck buddy to be sure!

Friends with benefits: I always think of this one where you are friends first and foremost and the sex is just a bonus. The original bit on the side is my best example of this. Beyond anything else, we are mates. We enjoying hanging out together, we talk about more than just sex, we share what's going on in our lives. We occasionally get semi-naked and naughty together but its not the be all and end all of our friendship, although it certainly is fun and a huge part of why we are friends!

Lovers: When I think of the word 'Lovers' it conjurers up an idea of intimacy and closeness within the relationship. Where you are more than just friends. There is a spark of attraction for not only the body but the mind. Sex is not just about fucking and getting your needs met but beyond that into a intimate sharing of everything tied together with a bond of something indescribable.

Its almost like graduated levels. You can start as a fuck buddy, become a friend with benefits and evolve to a lover......but its a one way thing, forwards not backwards. You cannot descend from being a lover to a fuck buddy, or can you?

One door closes....

Monday, June 29, 2009

So there it is.....the story about how I was caught cheating by my husband and the aftermath. But there is one small loose end that needs wrapping up doesn't it? Whatever happened to my 'bits on the side'?

Well... nothing. They are still there. I have somehow inexplicitly ended up with an open marriage. I was more than willing to give up my guys, to wipe the slate clean and start afresh. But my husband pointed out the unlikeliness of me remaining faithful, ad infinitum. He pointed out that it seem to be something I need and want and my infidelity wasn't just only a by-product of our marriage difficulties. Besides, he said, 'Its just so very you'.

So, as one door closes, another one opens....

I know I could and perhaps should add a lot more to this post about how I feel about this and indeed what shape this new open marriage of ours is going to take but I think for now this is enough. I am sure all of the details will emerge over time as I keep blogging....Yup, I'm not going anywhere and neither is my blog! Although, I am left with the dilemma of do I change my blog name and layout or not......argh!!

When its all said and done......

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

So after the dust had settled what was left standing? Us, just us and a shared history of nearly 18 years together. 18 years of watching each other grow into adulthood, supporting each other through good times and some truly horrible times. 18 years of raising a family together, building a house together, building a business together, building a life together... did we really want to turn our backs on all of that, walk away, start again?

There were tears, tantrums and talking, and oh my god there was plenty of that! But after the dust had settled we both realised that we did have a marriage that was salvageable and more importantly we both wanted to salvage it. We still loved each other, deeply, in fact more so than when we first married. Sure, we had lost sight of each other. Whilst we had grown as individuals we had somehow lost sight of each other at the same time. It happens.

And so we began to repair what we had lost, reconnect with each other, communicate together in way we never had before. Nothing was spared, no stone unturned, no recess unexplored. At times it was a painful thing to do but it wasn't hard. It was all there all along, it just needed pulling out of each other. We have both learnt so many things about each other and indeed ourselves, it has been truly fantastic.

So here I am...I sit here today, still married to the most fantastic man in the world [in my humble opinion] a man that I am so very much still in love with, my best friend and as cheesy as this sounds, my soul mate. Ah, I hear you wonder.....what about the 'bits on the side'?


Make your bed and lie in it....

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

So there it was, in black and white. The question that I never wanted to have asked and the situation that I knew was going to inevitably happen one day. My husband had caught me cheating. So what do you do?

Lie and deny?

Or tell the truth.....

Given I am not particularly good at lying, especially to a man that has known me for nearly 18 years. I chose to tell the truth. Confess all. Every detail, the good, the bad and the ugly.

I didn't know what his reaction would really be, I could only guess and make a supposition based on knowing him for so long. But no one really knows how another person is going to react. It was a 50/50 thing. It was either going to end our marriage or change it irrevocably, for better or worse.

And our marriage needed to change. I had changed as a person but our marriage had remained stagnant, locked in a time warp that was no longer relevant to either of us. We were living the marriage of the people we used to be, not the people we had grown into.

I know, its a hell of a way to make changes in your marriage. Go out and fuck other men then confess it to him when your caught out at it. I suppose I could have sat him down and talk to him, but he wasn't interested in listening and I didn't know how to express myself. We both knew what we were doing, what our marriage was, wasn't working out as well as it could. Yes, it was comfortable, it was easy, it was low-stress, but somewhere along the way we had lost sight of each other and indeed ourselves.

Do I regret it, any of it? Do I regret telling him? No. Not a single part of it, in any way, shape or form. I do regret the hurt that it caused him. I think in many ways, my infidelity was a cry for help. It was a way of projecting the changes that I wanted to happen in my life. No one cheats on their partner for no reason what so ever. Telling him, instead of denying it was going to force change to happen. No matter if that change was bad.

So after all that was said and done, and the dust had settled, where did that leave me, my husband and our marriage?
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