In his words...

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

For this next post I had a completely different man lined up entirely. Generally, as a rule I blog in order of fun had and men fucked. But the post about the next one in the line-up is still languishing in my drafts folder and rather neatly the man that follows him has done the unbelievable and actually written the post about how we met and the fuck that followed, how freaking cool is that?

No, he doesn't know about my blog. So how can he write the post you ask? Well he rather sweetly wrote his account of how we met and what followed. He was going to surprise me with the link to the story when it was published online. Seriously cute eh? So being the lazy tart that I am, you all get to read it too by the magic of copy and paste :)

So without further ado, let me introduce you to The Traveller....

Recently I met a thoroughly intoxicating woman on an online dating site, and had shared some wonderfully erotic emails with her.  The subject matter of these being tentative at first, but rapidly transforming into hot and steamy descriptions of what we were going to do to each other should we meet, with me trying with every ounce of some long forgotten skills to draw her deeper and deeper into a shared fantasy.

After about a week the online heat had become so intense that we arranged a day to meet.  Once this date was set, I was forced to pass five agonising nights waiting for the day to come.  Each night, the fantasies of what was about to occur becoming more and more vivid, making the concept of sleep harder and harder to grasp.

Wednesday, the appointed day drew bright and clear and I fairly leaped into my car for a three hour journey to have dinner, and possibly more with this mystery woman I felt I already intimately knew.  

Arriving at the restaurant early, I mentally prepared myself for both the best and worst scenarios.  Then, at exactly the appointed time, I caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of my eye reaching the door and she entered, making straight for where I was standing.

My brain hastily took in every curve of her petite body, man what a body, and searched for any indication on her face that she didn’t like what she saw, and was about to make a hasty retreat.  All the while my heartbeat kicked into overdrive as the lust of the previous two weeks came back in a rush.  She smiled and kissed me.

My God, I wanted to tell her to forget dinner and take her back to the hotel and lose myself in her there and then, but this was her party and I guess you have to give someone the opportunity to back out gracefully.

Dinner was full of conversation about family, kids and remembered snippets of the hot and steamy emails, seemingly elevating the temperature in the restaurant to uncomfortable levels.

Nearing the end of dinner I said, “Well, you haven’t run screaming yet, so I guess I should take this as a good sign that the night is only just beginning?”

With a wicked smile and a voice like honey she said, “Oh yes, you are definitely going to get fucked tonight.  In fact you should already be exhausted, because I have fucked you so many times already today in my mind.”

We exited my car at the hotel and waited while a couple of older ladies entered the elevator ahead of us.  I didn’t want to be in there with them so held off.  Christ, I was almost throwing myself at her before we got to the elevator doors.

Once inside the room we took off out coats and went to the sofa.

She immediately straddled me, leant over and said, “Isn’t this where we started?”  She was referring to the beginning of my email fantasy days earlier of her straddling me and removing her clothes.

We kissed hard and she stood and removed all her clothes except for her sexy black lingerie and then resumed her position.  I kissed her lips and neck while my hands slid all over this new and beautiful body, helping her to remove my clothes.

Her breasts where small an erect, I took her nipple into my mouth and gently sucked on it while the end of my tongue circled its extremities.  She gave a soft moan of pleasure.  My hands and mouth were getting feverish as my senses were overloaded with her smell, her warmth and her eyes on me.  

“My God you are so sexy,” I managed to murmur as she gave me another wicked smile.

I stood and picked her completely up, turning around and gently lowering her on her back to the sofa.  I kissed my way down her stomach, around her lower legs and inner thighs before pulling aside her panties to reveal the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen.

“I told you it was a porn-star pussy,” she smiled.

I pulled her panties off and teased the end of my tongue over her pussy lips. She tasted so good.  I couldn’t get enough and clamped my mouth over it with the full length of my tongue pushing her pussy lips apart, while her hand pushed the top of my head harder into her.

After a few minutes we stood and moved to the bed.  She peeled my boxer shorts over my erection and laid me down on my back.  She took my cock in her hand and traced her tongue up the shaft.  I took a sharp intake of breath as her mouth closed around the head of my cock and she started sucking up and down its length.

Looking up at me she stopped and said, “Now that was the look on your face I was looking for”.

I had her straddle my face with her leaning over the headboard of the bed and started eating her pussy with all the skill I possessed.  I inserted first one finger inside her, while I was concentrating the tip of my tongue all over her clit.

She start to moan and sway,  I inserted two fingers inside her overheating pussy and finger fucked her faster and faster,  her hips and pussy starting to quiver more and more as she reached her orgasm.  Her orgasm peaked and she slumped over onto her back on the bed with me trying desperately to maintain the suction on her now over sensitive clit.

Once she had recovered I moved over her and she guided my rigid cock into her.  Oh, she was so hot and wet and such a perfect fit.  I pushed in slow strokes getting used to the feel of this sexy, amazing woman.  She rolled me over onto my back and rode me while asking what my favourite position was.

“You’re in it,” I said.  “I just love the woman on top!”

She replied, “Yeah I like it too, but I am really lazy, and don’t like to do all the work.”

That was all the prompting I needed and I picked her clean up again and stood her up, my cock sliding out of her.  Looking around I saw a large cushioned chair and carried her over and lent her forward over it.

I opened her legs and entered her from behind.  This position allowing me to really start pumping in and out of that beautiful pussy,  I became mesmerised by the cross tattoo at the small of her back, that and the rhythmic motion of my fucking creating a non-reality moment.

I thought, “Oh my God.  Is this really happening?”

Our dual moans were becoming more urgent.  I flipped us back on the bed with me on top of her.  I started pushing in and out of her faster and faster, the friction of her pussy against my cock bringing me closer and closer.  My balls were roiling with the need for release.

At the last moment I pulled out of her, my cum sprayed over her stomach and into her sweetly pierced belly button.  I collapsed on top of her, my warm seed smearing together between us, both of us breathing hard.  Once I came to my senses we kissed passionately and moved apart.

We spent the next short while in bed kissing, caressing and further exploring each other’s forms as semi strangers will, with me amazed at the events that had led to me being there at that moment, in the arms of an incredibly sexy, passionate woman.

The second fuck was slow and sensual, with me alternately trapping her hands and arms above her head or madly kissing her, my fingers tangled in her long hair.  We stayed like that until my body couldn’t possibly respond in the required fashion and I was totally, physically spent.

After a couple of hours she decided that she needed to get home for her ‘beauty sleep’ so we got dressed and started the drawn out dance of parting.  We often stopped talking to kiss and ramp up that heat which had so marked us throughout the night.

When we reached where she had left her car we looked at each other.

“I want to fuck you again,” she said, all the while smiling that wicked smile.

“That is more than fine with me,” I said.

She hopped out of the car and left.

Damned if I won’t move heaven and earth to make sure that promise is fulfilled!

I hope you have all enjoyed his version of how we met!

HNT: Disorganised...

Thursday, June 24, 2010

This weeks HNT is another one out of the reject pile...I have been too disorganised to sort out a better/proper HNT. I feel like I have had one of those weeks where you run around chasing your tail and not achieving very much at all. I hate it. I like order, organisation and routine. I hate being out of kilter like that. And its not that I haven't achieved, I have....but it feels like just not quite enough. Next week I will indeed be more organised :)

To see who else is playing along this week, mosey on over to O's! Happy HNT all.


And we have a new record...

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

14 minutes....the longest damn fourteen minutes of my life! It took me that long to scull my Sav and leave, which quite frankly was about Ooooo 12 minutes too long in my humble opinion. Hey I was being here I am, rather trollied on a glass of wine which I managed to drink rather too quickly... (thank fuck for spell check I say!)

Y'all were thinking I was talking about a fuck didnt you? Dirty deviants...bless ya. No, it was the meeting from hell, fourteen minutes from hell. You know, when you see someone's picture, you kind of assume (possibly rather kindly) that they will indeed resemble said picture and to be fair he probably did....10 years ago. When someone describes their body shape as average, you expect average and to be fair it probably was....10 years ago. Not quite sure how this one slipped under my radar...

Seriously...the next post will be about someone fuckable, fuckalicious even! This teaser was never meant to happen...

I wish I were a dawg....

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

In my hunt for the perfect male specimen to fuck I actually have to answer messages these potentially glorious shag buddies send me. I do indeed wish I could say that I stun them with my wit, talent for the written word and my hot, shiny personality that no doubt shows through every keystroke and word I write...sadly I do not. Apparently all it takes is one severely cropped HNT picture (an actual picture of me, no less) and a shot of my sweet face to have these adonis (adoni? what is the plural for that??) clamouring for a meeting with little ol' moi. Which really does suck the fun right out of it, doesn't it?

I really do wish I could tell tall tales of how I woo them with my witty, crafty messages...nope, which in turn makes for fuck all blog fodder. And goodness knows, they never send me any particularly entertaining messages or witty introductions.....a lot of cock shots though, maybe I should start posting them up here, no?

The sad, sad truth is...two pictures, a wee bit of written word from me, which I am sure is not even read properly and viola! coffee, or a nice glass of Sav with a hot man (please let him be hot) awaits (prefer the Sav, so sick of burning my mouth on hot coffee!)

Ergo, so many tales of my fucking and debauchery go untold. Why? well I cannot entertain my readers with the hunt and gather process and 9/10 times I am sculling my Sav on first meeting. Of those that make it through to actually seeing me naked, well, lets say there is well, some really average sex that goes on. It not to say its not good sex, but its average, lovely but average. No swinging from the chandeliers, no strap-ons, no handcuffs, no spanking. And really, how many times can you doll up average looking sex to make it sound, hot sweaty and exciting?

So I am inventing a new method of telling tales of fucking and average debauchery....a simple introduction, highlight of the event and with that the faint hope that one or two of you out there crack a wee bit of a hard on...just a wee rise even?...gimme a break, I'm trying!

So without further ado, let me introduce you to....

HNT: The winter blues...

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire:  it is the time for home.  ~Edith Sitwell

It's fair to say that I am not a huge fan of winter, I most definitely prefer summer with the long days, hot weather, warm sea breezes and being able to get away with wearing as little as possible. But as the quote says, there are some lovely things about winter too!

Happy HNT all and don't forget to check out O's to see who else is playing along this week.


I opened my eyes to discover...

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

I opened my eyes to discover....that morning had already arrived. I lay there looking around the room bathed in the soft morning light and listening to the gentle wash of the ocean waves beyond the door, and I let my mind drift back to the night before. Snippets of the evening we shared come flashing back to me.

Giggling and laughing as we left the beach side bar.

The moment when you pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hard, your fingers slipping beneath my lacy panties to feel my wetness before picking me up and carrying me inside.

The look on your face as I wrapped my lips around your cock and let the warm, wet magic of my mouth and tongue tease you.

Silently screaming into the pillow as you brought me to orgasm with your fingers and tongue.

The ways you grasped my hips, driving ever harder and deeper into me from behind.

And finally, curling up in your arms and drifting off to sleep. Quietly, I slip out of bed, dress and gather my things. I take one long, last look at you. Your profile framed in the morning light. I drink in that one last look knowing it will indeed be the last time I see you, but one beautiful holiday memory remains...

An enormous thank you to The Duchess for organising this months group post. Make sure you go and check out everyone else's posts to see their take on this months May I Seduce You group post!

I don't know...

Monday, June 14, 2010

I wrote a long venty post a while ago about men looking for NSA sex and how I thought that such a beast did not truly exist. [As a side note, go and read the comments, they are absolutely fantastic, better than the post itself!]

Florida Dom turned the question on me and asked 'What do I want?' It has taken me this long to post a reply because I have been giving this some very serious thought, my conclusion....I don't know.

I have a few experiences under my belt now, I have tried out a couple of different men and relationships/scenarios and I still don't know quite what I want. However I do know what I don't want. I do not want some cold, meaningless NSA fuck with some random guy. That is so not me.

I want someone that will be around for a while, someone who you can develop a level of mutual trust and friendship with. Do I want to go as far as having a secondary relationship again? I don't know, I am still feeling a bit gun shy on that one!

More than just a fuck and less than a relationship....leaves it pretty wide open eh? And this post is not a particularly good answer to what is a very thought provoking question!

HNT: Sensible...

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Have you ever looked at a woman walking down the street in her every day clothes, maybe its her office uniform or perhaps a stylish, cute outfit to meet friends for lunch in. Have you ever looked at her and wondered to yourself what she is wearing underneath? What lurks under that sensible looking exterior?

Click the picture to see what I was wearing under my sensible exterior today...

Happy HNT all, don't forget to head over to O's to see who else is playing along this week!


I miss...

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

[This is one of those posts that you write, that ends up languishing in your drafts folder because you never quite find the right moment to post it, or indeed it never really needs posting. But sometimes, well sometimes you should push that publish button...]

I miss...
  • The smell of his skin
  • The way he used to make me laugh
  • Lust, the way we lusted after each other and how that made me feel
  • How I could really tell him my every dirty thought

I don't miss...
  • How everything always had to be on his terms
  • Being shut out
  • The cold and careless way he treated me
  • Wondering...
I fell in love with the relationship we had, how that made me feel, the excitement of it. I thought perhaps I was in love with him, but no, it was what we had not him. I miss that. I am sad that its gone and it will never be again. In the end though, the bad really did outweigh the good.

Yet another catch up post...

Monday, June 7, 2010

You know, I feel like all I do on this blog is pop up HNT's (sporadically) and write catch up posts. I really need to get my shit together and start writing some decent stuff. And I do have decent stuff to write about! Anyway, back to the catch up....

If you look around, you may notice a few subtle changes. I went through a moment of thinking I was going to start afresh, or maybe change the name of the blog, or maybe even just can it altogether. In the end I decided that, well I like the name, I didn't really want to start afresh and I love writing too much to get rid of it. Besides, my history is what makes me, well me. It stays along with the blog. But I have had fun makes some changes and adding some new bits.

Last weekend The H and I went away for a fantastic weekend away together. We had a blast spending time together without the kids around and the stress of work. Two whole days of just us....bliss! Of course we couldn't resist the opportunity to spend two nights exploring the swingers club that we visited last time we were up there for our wedding anniversary. On the first night, we boldly and bravely swapped with another couple! Interesting experience and not without its own wee speed bump afterwards, but never-the-less, very exciting! The second night was more about hanging out, meeting new people, reacquainting ourselves with ones we had met the night before and watching....oh I do love watching, I'm such a voyeur!

Unfortunately we didn't get the chance to take heaps of awesome pictures for upcoming HNT's, we were ummm distracted by other stuff...and talking about pictures, we have been offered an opportunity to have a free 3 - 4 hour photo shoot with a professional photographer, free because he wants to expand his portfolio using 'real' people....the catch? doing it naked and getting naughty with each other at the same time. Out of many of you out there would do this? I would be interested to know if you would??

That pretty much covers the 'catch up' I have a few other bits and pieces of news but I don't want to spoil posts before I even write them!
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