Saturday 18 October 2008

Evening all...

Having had a rather frustratingly ineffectual week I find myself in a frenzy of packing and costume-making in preparation for the events of this long anticipated weekend.

I'm off to an all girls party later this evening - obligatory risque' fancy dress. I set the precedent with my own a couple of months ago which turned rather predictably into a rapturous riot.

My choice of attire this evening is a rather gorgeous hat, a black low-cut top, a tiny black leather skirt, black hold-ups, black leather thigh-high 'fuck me' boots and a fabulous black belt which holds a truncheon, slim silver flashlight and a pair of good strong cuffs. I'll tie my hair back and apply dark, smoky eyeshadow and liner and a slick of divine glossy red lipstick to complete my dominatrix bad-cop outfit.

I will of course take a little black case with me lest anyone misbehave to the extent that I will need to reach for a crop, a paddle, a length of japanese bondage rope or PVC tape.

So, wherever you are, whatever you are doing, enjoy your Saturday night.

Just don't get up to too much mischief - I might be on patrol near you!

Wednesday 15 October 2008

Much less naughty but equally nice...


I'm hopelesly drawn to anything sparkly, silver, gunmetal grey, pale gold, sequinned, beaded or just tempingly textured and tactile.

This is a random little photo of my fingertips clutching my favourite purse...

Tuesday 14 October 2008

My love of erotic glassware...

As you may have surmised from my photographs, I collect beautiful glassware with a passion!

I lusted after a clear glass dildo for years after seeing one in the erotic emporium that is Coco de Mer, (Monmouth Street, Covent Garden) but perceiving it to be an absolutely unaffordable luxury. After ferverent investigation I found to my rapture a stunning and affordable array online. I highly recommend Love Honey as previously mentioned and also Bondara for fabulous quality and very well priced items.

I adore the weight, smoothness and the visual appeal of clear glass. The aesthetics of the various designs make me crave them all, tempingly tactile and just begging to be covetted.
My collection now includes some beautifully crafted dildos ranging from simple to sophisticated designs including the most erotic and indulgent butt plugs!

They are perfect for massage, vaginal and anal insertion and a dream to keep clean. You can heat them up or chill them down for varying sensations, although they naturally feel cool on insertion from room temperature and warm to the heat of your body in seconds.

Although gorgeous warmed, my favourite indulgence is to fill a glass ice-bucket with ice and have them stand in there waiting their turn. The sensation for both you and your lover is amazing.

Imagine how it would feel to slide your cock into a cool, wet pussy straight after removing a beautiful ice-cold dildo. Or try teasing and titillating a slippery, lubed-up ass before sliding in a warm, sleek, frictionless dildo - feeling it's curves and undulations from inside as you slide your cock inside her cunt and take her from behind, watching and feeling the end of the plug hit against your stomach every time you thrust.

After trying to imagine it from a male perspective all I can say is that being on the receiving end of such decadent fun is rapturous and obscenely rewarding.

Sensual, sublime, elegant and exquisite.

I do love my erotic glassware, my sleek and stunning objet's d'art...

Sunday 12 October 2008

Simply beautiful...


These are a few of my favourite things...


Cool, hard and soooo smooth...


Fate...

You came into my life when I least expected it.
My curve ball.
Took me by surprise. Ill prepared. Off balance.
So much more than the tenuous thread that drew us together after so many years.

A disproportionate response from my heart, my mind, and most delightfully my body!

The immediate connection that night,
a meeting of familiarity and truth.
An unwitting abandonment to the workings of fate.

The realisation that my feelings and future were predetermined
shook my very foundations - threw me off course.

That curve ball again.

Tremors passed. Leaving in their wake the calm certainty of a future shared.
Our love, our children - inexplicably and infinitely linked.
So very happily intertwined. Irreversable.

Fate threw me a curve ball
and I caught it with both hands.

Saturday 11 October 2008

Sharing...

As you know my darling, I hastily, impetuously penned this a couple of weeks ago in celebration and recognition of how it feels to be yours. I hope you don't mind me sharing my innermost thoughts with others, but as they cannot see into my eyes, it is the only way of communicating my strength of feeling...

You are my love.
My one. My only.
Everything I never really believed could exist.
Yet here you are.
My love.

Holding my heart in your strong, capable hands,
sharing my breath as I lean against your face.
Skin touching, lips brushing - motionless.
Stopping time to simply exist -with you - as one.

The scent of your skin so familiar to me, the taste of you,
so comforting, compelling, making me crave you, physically need you with every part of my body.

I never offered up my heart to you.
It was already yours.
A cliche' ridden, fate driven foregone conclusion.

I am so blessed, so thankful, so very happy to be yours.
My love.

xx

Thursday 9 October 2008

A little interlude - a note to my love...

To my darling,
My gorgeous man,
Insomnia strikes and I have just tiptoed downstairs to leave you a little note, recognition and celebration of the fact that you are always in my thoughts, day and night.
Without your unconditional love and support I would not have been able to start writing again. You have given me the inclination, the inspiration and the confidence.
My love for you is immeasurable, boundless and inexhaustable, and I flourish in the warmth and tenderness that you envelop me in so freely.
Besotted, charmed, enamoured, enraptured, infatuated, smitten.
I am. All of the above.

Sunshine - Spaghetti - Semen - Skydiving - Orifice

Just sitting back with the sun warming my face I looked out to sea and sighed with pleasure. I rebelliously slurped a long piece of spaghetti, feeling the very end flick at it was sucked past my lips leaving a smattering of rich neapolitana sauce on my chin. A glance over at the extraordinarily attentive waiter who had been loitering with intent since bringing my meal, confirmed his intentions with a conspiratoral wink.
Hmm, a whole week of sunshine, glorious food, and a delightful array of swarthy local lotharios to have a fabulous flirt-fest with. I was in my element! Forget the action packed agenda I had planned for to take my mind off recent events. Scuba-diving, rock-climbing and skydiving, pursuits guaranteed to hold my focus, empty my thoughts and give me an adrenaline rush. Well, all good intentions.
Being handed my first achingly thirt-quenching drink as I stepped off the plane made something come alive in me, a little alcohol, the heat, the freedom! I brazenly caught my waiters eye again as I dabbed my napkin slowly around my mouth with intent.
I took a deep sip of my marguerita, ice-cold and fresh. A sudden movement on the parched ground below caught my eye, as my mind hesistated to make sense of something almost imperceptable yet tangible enough to make me stop.
The lizard scuttled across the hot stones and disappeared into a cool, dark orifice between the rocks.
That was it, the taste. The taste wasn't right. I looked at my glass, ran my slowly fingers around the salty rim.
Then I saw it, floating ominously on the surface.
Semen.

Carrots - Kitchen - Pussy - Stockings - Whip

I was standing at my fridge door hunting for the carrots when the doorbell rang. Not just once but 3 times. I quickly scanned my brain checking I wasn't due anything treats from LH, then confidently ignored it remaining firmly inside my kitchen. Half-dressed in bra, knickers, stockings, I'm not terribly good at wearing 'proper clothing' around the house, I would possibly have made my visitors day but it would have stalled my cooking. Jelly whip, mmmmm! Jelly made with evaporated milk. When set, it wobbles suggestively and is deliciously creamy and cool.
Daydreaming is the curse of my life. My pussy has got to the evap and is looking at me with her moist, white tipped nose dripping whilst trying to plead ignorance. I'll have to get dressed now and go out to the corner shop. Or maybe I'll just sling a coat on over the top, it won't be the first time!
Bloody animals. I'd better just give this carrot to my rabbit, then at least they have both been fed. Wandering around with it in my hand is only going to lead to trouble :-)

Waiting room - Shopping List - Necklace - BMW - Red

It was so hot in the dentists waiting room that I was becoming aware of tiny beads of moisture gathering in the small of my back. The thought of heat and sweat was distracting me as I tried once again to complete my shopping list, make this unneccessary wait constructive in some tiny way.
I absentmindedly ran my hand up the back of my neck to feel the heat at the base of my hair, running my nails over my scalp, massaging lightly.
My necklace, shit! It must have fallen off, become a casualty of the almost violent parting kiss this morning. He had grabbed my neck, pulled me back into the car and kissed me with such ferocity I walked away flushed, stumbling, self-conscious in my sudden arousal.
Damn, I liked that necklace too. No name, no number, neither had I taken absolutely any notice of what car I was getting into this morning in the awkward rush to gather clothes, fake composure, accept the lift to town as I had no idea where I was.
Red. BMW maybe? All I can recall was the smell of him, the heat in that car, the exhaultation of having lived life a little dangerously and this time, anyway, getting away with it.

An alternative...

As Aunt Flo reached across for her tray she couldn't help but pass wind with the exertion. Bending over to retrieve the banana which had rolled off, she caught sight of her toenail protruding through her bedsock. She laughed to herself as she recalled a day when that would have bothered her. A stickler for appearance, well groomed without a hair out of place, she was quite something in her day. With the firm, slightly under-ripe banana in her hand she began reminiscing about the cocks she had handled over the years.
Thick, long, short, stubby. Some beautiful, others downright ugly. Flo remembered then, jolted by the scent of the banana, a picnic she had enjoyed with a certain young man with the most gorgeous specimen. No sooner had he placed the picnic mat on the ground she was tugging at his belt, eager to taste him again. They lay afterwards, looking up at the sky and the rain clouds beckoning. He kissed her and could taste the saltiness on her lips and see the satisfied glint in her eye.
Aunt Flo Sat up in bed, placed the banana back on the tray and smiled to herself, the glint in her eye as luminous as it had ever been.

Aunt Flo - Banana - Rain - Toenail - Wind

I was laying on my bed, extending my legs into the air and admiring the shapely lines of my thighs and calves as I pointed and flexed my toes, my mind drifting shamelessly with my hands as I traced my way down towards my thigh, tracing gently over my tummy, recalling the last time I lay like this.
We had been going at it since mid afternoon. Time lost in the pursuit and enjoyment of endless, rolling, flowing sex. Making love, slow and deliberate after the frenzied start which had us both belly laughing, panting, sweating in a pool of come, his and mine - drenched, temporarily exhausted, exalted.
The light had silently retreated with the hours leaving the beautiful, ethereal glow of late dusk. We lay here, side by side, touching, breathing together, basking in the heady afterglow of endorphin rush. Almost dark now, the silence punctuated by a sudden refreshing gust of wind, billowing the featherlight curtains at the open window, along with the sudden freshness of late summer rain, immediately heightening the senses again with the drop in temperature, the scents, the sounds of a few heavy drops beating a rhythm and merging in a melodic downpour.
The rain broke the moment. The indulgent stolen time. I stretched my legs into the air as he traced my skin with his cool, gentle hands.
My spell had been broken. Our time had come to its end and the mundane madness of routine descended into my over-thinking brain. Momentarily distracted by the sight of a chipped toenail, I was thrown back to that lunchtime when I had been making Aunt Flo's banana sandwich and attending to her with such haste that I stubbed my foot painfully on her heavy, musty armchair, as old and reassuring as its occupant but equally not to be trifled with.
The rush, the anticipation of seeing him had made the day speed by.
But now, with darkness complete signalling a return to normality, I ceased to be able to enjoy our last moments as my mind moved on in self preservation. I sat up, swung my legs round to the side of the bed and scanned the dark room for my strewn clothes. The wonderful detritus of time well spent, now a sad reminder of the time we would have to wait until this would be possible again, if indeed it would be possible.
Precious time spent in the most delightful and indulgent way, leaving a heartwrenching resignation to patience, the pretence of being happy till the next time......
By the time I had let him out of the door into the chill of the rain, I had already let him go.

Time for a quickie - literary chicks and cocks

This is a thread I started over on LoveHoney for those wanting a little creative interlude in their day, a giggle, a challenge, without exerting too much effort.

An alternative to the teabreak crossword perhaps?

A very short story, poem or excerpt incorporating 5 elements which could be people, places, objects, animals, words, anything!

From the deepest recesses of my mind flew in the first instance...

  1. Aunt Flo
  2. Banana
  3. Rain
  4. Toenail
  5. Wind

with the instruction to write away seamlessly or shamelessly incorporating these 5 things.

And so on and so forth with each author setting the next literary challenge (in the loosest sense of the word)!

Here follow my contributions so far...

Losing my virginity...

OK, so I teased you just a little there!

I have infact only this week lost my virginity in terms of contributing anything to a blog or forum. Having been a loyal fan of LoveHoney and deeply appreciating their wares for some time now it was a revelation to me that they have a members section complete with a fabulous no-holds-barred forum.

As I seem to be increasingly spending time on there using any excuse to create, write or review, I have decided to import a little of my new-found enthusiasm to my own blog.

The writing falls into many catagories and has for the most part been reeled off in minutes. This is important to me as I know I have always had the ability to write, but a crippling fear of failure and anal over-analysis have always stifled or sabotaged all but the most necessary of efforts.

I hope you enjoy reading whatever I publish to this blog. It has been written solely out of enjoyment and is without the pressure and restrictions which I chose to impose on myself for so long.

Let me introduce myself...

Deeply sensual, seductive, sassy, sensationally long-legged, super squirting and sex obsessed...

That's me!

I stand 5' 10'' barefoot (6'2'' in my killer heels or beloved 'Fuck Me' boots)

Long dark hair, wickedly flirtatious sparkly green eyes, size 10, 34D, soft, supple, toned and very flexible body. I'm softly spoken with a deliciously naughty sense of humour.

Completely unshockable, open and honest and love to have my senses stimulated in every way. I am deeply sensual and adore touch, taste, textures, smells, sounds, different sensations, pleasure, pain, heat, cold, domination, submission, delightful contrasts.

I can appreciate the beauty in so many simple things and have a passion for photography, writing, reading, sex and sensuality and all things erotic, provocative and tittilating.
I'm turned on by words, eye contact, people that are confident, self assured and comfortable with their own sexuality. I adore flirting, kissing and making love to women, which can be gentle, erotic and beautiful or as hard and dirty as any sex with a man!

I'm in a completely blissful long-term relationship with a gorgeous man who has swept me off my feet, blown my mind, captured my heart, and who can make me gush so hard I can come in my own mouth!

I have great passions, interests and obsessions of which I shall elaborate further and fully in due course, should you care to indulge me with your presence along the way...