Finding what your looking for (when your not even looking)

There is a saying that goes something along the lines of "if you stop looking you will find it" I think that pretty much applies to whatever it is that your looking for, be it the flotsam of life including your car keys, right up to the big stuff that matters much.

I suspect that it has much to do with knowing what it is you want but not focusing on it. The mental image of whatever you desire is lurking constantly in the back of your mind, so when the opportunity presents itself your switched on enough to recognise it could lead to where you want to go, perhaps.

So I hear you ask, what is it I was looking for and how did I find it? After life went decidedly pear shaped a year or so ago, I formed the idea over a couple of month period, that should I ever involve myself with a man that I wasn't married to, then there was a certain type of man and certain type of relationship I wanted. Compromise was not going to enter into it.

I made this sweeping rationalisation and decision, never once thinking that the ideal scenario was even possible, let alone thinking that I would ever find it. But I did. I found a man (or rather he found me) who is in an open marriage, who fits all those little 'must haves' I have on my list. And the 'must haves' are not numerous and unreasonable, but past experience had made me think that finding someone who thought the same way as I do about open relationships and everything they encompass, was just never going to happen. But it did...

Oh and a big 'Thank you very much!' to everyone to who stopped by to say welcome back :)

Hello? Anybody out there...

Yes, I know. Its been over a year since I last posted on here and I wouldn't at all be surprise if no one reads my ramblings anymore. Mind you, the pictures are still pretty good, even if I do say so myself!

'So', I hear the lone voice down the back ask, 'What have you been doing all this time??' Well sadly, I am rather low on dirty stories. Yes I know, if I am going to be on a break for this long I should at least be bring back some sexy stories...sadly no! (Well I do have a couple up my sleeve)

Life is a funny thing, isn't it? The more things change, often times the more they stay the same.  There have been a few changes in the last twelve months and no doubt I will fill you all in on those soon enough, and yes that does include a new 'bit on the side'.

A rather large change has been on the work front, and that is something that is keeping me busy enough that my posting is probably not going to be too regular (must borrow myself some of those monkeys off Riff, they work for him!)

Anyway that is enough for a 'first post back'....see you all again soon!

HNT: Reflections...

Mirror, mirror on the wall....who in the land is fairest of them all...

What is the first thing women do when they try on some new clothes or lingerie? Look in the mirror to see how it makes their ass look....and I got busted doing it! Happy HNT all!

Don't forget to swing by O's to see who else is playing along this week!

HNT: Copy cat....

I saw a picture somewhere recently, and stuffed if I can remember where, that looked a lot like this shot. It intrigued me and inspired me to try and replicate it 'cause I thought it looked so damn cute and sexy. 

And for the record...I hate g-strings!

Make sure you check out O's to see who else is playing along this week...HHNT!

In his words...

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...

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...

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 polite...so 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....

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....