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.

Fact or Fiction....Part Two

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.

Fact or Fiction....Part One

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...

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!