HNT: Hotel Part One...

This is the first in a series of pictures from our fantastic weekend away. They all have the same setting but each one differs with lighting etc..  I hope you all enjoy them as much as we had creating them! HHNT!

Now pop along as visit Os to see who else is playing along this week.

Weekend away...

What is the perfect way to celebrate your 16th wedding anniversary? A dirty weekend away of course!


And since I was the one organising it, it involved five-star hotels [I may be slutty but I'm not cheap!] a bit a lot of shopping, a swingers club, some fantastic restaurants & bars and the chance to take some fabulous HNT pictures, which you will get to see over the next few weeks.


Now I know your all just dying to hear about the shopping aren't you? No? hmmm the swingers club then? Ahh thought so...


Right, where to start...Swinging is something that The H and I have always wanted to do. Sure it hasn't been at the top of our 'must do' list but its been there. Since we live in quite a small city where there are not any swingers clubs, only parties, we have put it off. There is something about going to parties vs a club that is a little off-putting for us, especially being first timers. We felt more comfortable with the idea of a club, but opportunities are limited here down-under.


The night not only met but completely exceeded our expectations! Not that we had huge expectations. We went with an open mind and a willingness to give anything a try if it felt comfortable to do so. On the swinging scale, it probably was a fairly low key kind of evening. There were an extraordinary high number of new couples there that evening, so much so that the owner commented that he hadnt seen this many new couples in an evening in a very long time and I gotta say he was rather exciting to be showing us and everyone else 'the ropes' so to speak!


The club was decorated to give it an amazing, sensual atmosphere. The lighting was low-key and perfect, along with some surprisingly good music. There were plenty of naughty places to play and fun things to try out and play with. Just quietly...I want one of those swings for xmas!! Omg are they good! The hosts were uber friendly and if it was your first time, you had a personally guided tour of the place, which was a great way of letting you know the 'rules' of the place.


So with lots of new couples, not a lot of swapping went on, but it was a fantastic place to be to experience being a voyeur. There is something seriously horny about watching other people have sex right in front of you, close enough to touch and making eye contact with them whilst they are doing it. I have always known I was a bit of a voyeur, what did surprise me is how much of an exhibitionist I am! Who knew I would get off on being watched while I'm fucking?


Will we be doing it again? Hell yes, we already have our next 'dirty weekend' away planned....


Oh, in case your wondering, the picture is of me. It doesn't really fit the HNT criteria but I love it so much I had to put it on my blog. The dress didn't stay on very long at the club, I spent most of the evening in just those heels and a smile on my face...

HNT: Lazy...[From the reject pile]

This week I am being lazy and posting up one out of the rejects pile, which is why this picture probably looks so familiar to you. As much as I would love to spend some time doing HNT pictures with The H tonight, time is really not on my side as I have a ton of stuff to do, like packing. We are having a weekend away this weekend, just the two of us. Its our 16th wedding anniversary and I have found *the* perfect way to celebrate it...Happy HNT all!

Now go and check out O's and see who else is playing along this week!

The Day...

The day... started like any other. I hurried to ready myself for work, gulping my too hot coffee as I raced around the apartment gathering my things for work. Why cant I be more organised? I mutter to myself, as I do nearly every day. Flying out the door, I head for the train station and the long, boring commute to work. The scent of cherry blossoms fills the air as I hurry down the street. Spring is in the air, well something is definitely in air. I think I barely got four hours sleep last night and those hours were wracked with obscenely erotic dreams. I woke in a mass of twisted sheets with an aching need between my legs.


Its been a long time since I've had sex, too long. Ever since my boyfriend moved himself out of my life six months ago, there as been no one else. Well, until recently I hadn't really had the urge for anyone else. But lately, lately I most definitely have... this urge is driving me to distraction, I need to get laid.


I swipe my card at the station and hurl myself across the platform and into a carriage. A tide of bodies follow behind, pushing me in. Dammit no seats left. Resignedly I cling to a pole and curse my inability to get anywhere on time. I am not looking forward to spending the next 40 minutes on my feet. The train moves off and I surreptitiously eye my fellow passengers. I love people watching, its the voyeur in me. I am consumed by curiosity about them and love making up little stories in my head about who they are, where they come from and what's going on in their lives.


Like that girl over there, the one with the long silken blonde hair down to her ass, tight white office shirt and the almost too short skirt. I imagine she has a boyfriend, in fact she has that 'just been fucked' glow about her. I wonder what she does for a living, perhaps shes a personal assistant to some high-flying go-getter in finance or something. I bet her boss dreams about bending her over his desk each day, smoothing that almost too short skirt up and over her pert little ass and giving her one.


The train lurches into the next station and I feel someone bump into me, pressing me hard against the pole. Before I have a chance to glance over my shoulder at whoever is intruding into my personal space, the doors open and yet another mass of people force their way into the carriage, jamming it full and pushing my intruder even closer to me. Discreetly I glance over my shoulder at the intruder and find myself eye to eye with the most startling green and cheeky looking pair of eyes. Quickly I avert my gaze. Phwoar, he's hot! Thank god it someone like that giving me the train bump and not some creepy, smelly old guy in a Mac.


Off we go again and I lose myself in thought, musing about the people in the carriage surrounding me. The rocking sway of the train almost lulling me into a hypnotic kind of state. Slowly I become aware that my intruder is still pressed quite firmly against me. Poor guy really has no choice as there are so many people jammed in here. Then I notice that, well, more of him is pressed against me than before. I wiggle a little, yup, that is definitely a hard cock pressing between my ass cheeks. I'm not sure if I'm mortified or turned on...oh, well I'm definitely more turned on than mortified. I press myself back against him and wiggle just a wee bit more, just to be sure. Oh yes, green-eyed hottie has definitely got his hard cock pushed against me.


A hot flush of lust rolls through my body. My god, it suddenly got hot in here. I lean my forehead against the cold pole hoping it will cool me off. It doesn't. I can feel my nipples harden and push against my bra. A familiar aching throb starts between my legs. I glance at my watch, crap thirty more minutes of this journey to go. Suddenly I cant wait to get to work. I take a deep breath and try to relax and think of something else. Anything else but this gorgeous man and his hard cock pressed against me.


We pull into another station and green eyes moves away from me as some of the carriage briefly empties out. But soon enough just as many, if not more people pour into the carriage and green eyes is thrust against me once more. This time I feel his hands grip my hips as the train pulls out. The cheek of the man! I debate with myself if I should turn and give him a stern look or maybe....maybe I should play him at his own game. Now that sounds like a bit of fun!


Subtly I lean myself back into him and wiggle my ass ever so slightly against him. I can feel his hard cock sweeping over my butt as I sway my ass side to side before letting his cock settle between my cheeks. Ha, that will show him! He replies by moving his hand half way down my thigh, scrunching up the skirt of my dress and resting his bare hand on my bare thigh. Oh...I wasn't expect him to do that and before I have a chance to react his fingers start caressing my thigh. His hand sweeps around the back and finds the line where the top of my leg meets my ass cheek. He trails his finger lightly across the line before delving his hand between my legs. I give a little gasp of shock at his audacity but he doesn't stop there.


His fingers work their way beneath my g-string and I cant help but moan as he encounters the warm, slick wet between my legs. I stand there rigidly clinging to the pole, as this strange man with gorgeous green eyes, finger fucks me on the train. His fingers thrust insistently in and out of my dripping pussy, keeping in time with the rhythmic, rocking sway of the train. I feel my legs begin to buckle as the first wave of orgasm hits. I bite my lip hard to stifle my moans and look at the floor, hoping none of the commuters around me notice me cumming on his hand.


The train pulls into another station and as magically as he had appeared behind me, he is gone. And I am left wondering if I will ever see those gorgeous green eyes again...


A huge thanks to Kimberly for organising this months posting of 'May I seduce you'. Don't forget to check out these other fabulous bloggers for their take on this months theme.


Kink Chronicles
Autumn
Veronica
Ronjazz
Ms Scarlett
Hubman
Aurore
Mykeyman
Grey
Advizor
Dutchess
FG Sakes
Topaz
They belong to us
Kimberly

Valentines Day and other ramblings...

Valentines Day...is it me or is this just a commercial event? I was chatting to a friend yesterday and he was getting all excited about it and what he was planning on doing for/with his partner. Granted he's a newly-wed so for him its still a big deal. For me not so, after 18 valentines days I really don't expect roses, chocolates or proclamations of love [actually the chocolates would be quite nice!] but really, if the H is only going to show me how much he loves me only one day a year, I think that's a bit sad really. But then for us, every day we tell each other how much we love each other and show it in lots of little way. Yeah, I threw up a little in my mouth typing that!


Oooh but I did have Champagne today [sadly no chocolate...] We went to the opening of a women's clothing shop that we did the design and fit out for. I was incredibly excited to see my design in place [in case you all didn't know I'm a furniture designer] I was in Sydney on a business trip/mini holiday when the guys were doing the install. Oh boy do I have a few stories to tell of *that* trip, yup it involves drag queens, berry mojitos and well, will leave the rest of the details for another post. Anyway, back to the opening, what the hell do you wear to the opening of a high-end women's clothing shop? Major wardrobe moment there! I finally decided on a black maxi dress, strappy wedge heels and some chunky silver jewellery...good call I thought, I didn't look like a tunic/legging wearing clone like the rest of the women there. And given it was 30 deg here today, it was nice and cool too!


It was a nice end to a fab day, getting mildly pissed at the end of a good day always is! The rest of day involved shopping/choosing/negotiating with the H over bathroom fittings. Seriously, every new build/renovation I swear it will be our last....until the next one! Bathrooms and kitchens have to be the worst don't they? I have very strong ideas about what I do and don't like [me bossy and opinionated? yeah I know big surprise!] but I'm also so tight I squeak...getting the right look on my budget aint easy I tell ya! Mission accomplished tho...thank goodness!

HNT: Legs

 

"Darling, the legs aren't so beautiful, I just know what to do with them" Marlene Dietrich

Happy HNT all...now pop along and visit Osbasso and see who else is playing along this week!

Yup...A real post!

Yes, I know. All I have been posting lately has been HNT's. I have been having a wee bit of summer hiatus. That and I have had sod all to blog about, I still have sod all to blog about but I have missed writing and now instead will write about nothing. Well I probably could come up with a few things but they aren't all about sex, which this, being what I thought was a blog about sex, means that we could be diverting course ever so slightly...

Oh don't worry, I will still throw in a bit of random sex and definitely some good HNT picture so you need not all desert me! Although, I have come to the conclusion that I have very much fallen into the trap of writing for my audience. It happens to the best of us as many bloggers will tell you. I started this blog as a way of getting off my chest stuff going on in my life. Yes, the dirty, deviant, sexy, fun stuff. But it was stuff that I need to vent about. Then you get a follower or two and they start leaving comments and before you know it, your writing what you think everyone wants to read, not about what you really want to write about. With me so far? good.

So, I am going back to writing about what I want to write about. It may or may not involve nudity or offensive themes....But first a wee catch up. The H is good, adorable even. Driving me nuts and to orgasm on a regular basis. Mr Big is gone. Why? who knows, no real explanation was given. It is always nice to know why, but I suppose at the end of the day it really is irrelevant, the result is still the same. No new ones are lurking in the shrubbery or my inbox at this time.

I have had a rather fun summer hiatus. I have managed to get into a ton of mischief without getting arrested...always a bonus and because this is no longer a strictly 'sex' blog, y'all will get to hear about it...lucky you, or maybe not! Its been a wee bit of a learning experience too...

Things I have learnt this summer:

• Do not question the right of a 6'4" drag queen in 5" heels to use the ladies loo in a gay bar and what ever you do, don't tell him you hope he left the seat down! He threaten to pop me in his handbag, so I squealed like a girl and locked myself in a stall.
• Replying to a text dumping you is a very, very poor idea after drinking four triple Black Russians. The next morning when you check your phone you will resemble the Italian flag...green then white then red, in that order!
• Nude sunbathing may result bits that you never knew you could get burnt, very much getting burnt. And on that note, it is incredibly difficult to rub SPF70 into your fanny without looking like your playing with yourself.
• Smoking Mexican tripping weed will not get you high, no matter how much of it you smoke.

HNT: Guest...

Since I am not around for this weeks HNT, the H kindly agreed to substitute [well after a bit of arm twisting!] and sorry ladies...he refused to drop the towel!

Happy HNT!

Now pop along to Osbasso's and see who else is playing along this week.