Friday, 19 February 2010


So I have mentioned Mr Delicious before, (in rather a lot of blog posts actually) and he's someone the enters my thoughts quite a lot, probably more than he should in fact, sorry did I say thoughts I think that should have been fantasies!

For a while now I've been saying I would write a special blog entry just for him, maybe even about him. But seeing as I haven't actually had the pleasure of him in my bed YET, I can't write from experience, but maybe the best place for him is in my head, cos let's face it in my head he's amazing!

My problem now is this, it's been so long since I had a decent shag, that I have kind of forgotten what it's all about, I can only fantasize about solo sexploits because that's all I seem to know these days.

So my question is how can I write the perfect fantasy for him, outlining what I imagine doing with/to him when I can't remember what good sex is!

In keeping with this lack of company most of my fantasies seem to revolve around him watching these days which lets face it a hot blooded male isn't actually going to do if it's there in front of him, unless that's his particular quirk of course. In fact I know a couple of people that would be more than happy to be ordered to stand at the end of the bed and watch, but he's definitely not one of them. On more than one occasion he has made it perfectly clear that he's master in the bedroom, something which for once I think I would be more than happy to go along with.

My mojo is fast disappearing and the longer this drought goes on the worse it gets, is it linked to his seemingly misplaced mojo, I think it could be down to the fact that at the moment I feel like I need to help him find it and that doesn't seem to work and I really cant think of anyway of being that dirty naughty mix that first caught his eye. I, that is the real me, doesn't seem to do it for him anymore and that knowledge seems to have sent the part of me that is 'Lola' running for the hills!

I started thinking about it last night, I was thinking about it so much in fact that I got a little bit horny and had a little session with the purple pussy pleaser, apparently he likes what I do with that one and so yes I was thinking about him). It suddenly dawned on me that I can't remember what it feels like to have someone slide their fingers inside me. What it feels like to have a tongue flick my clit, or my nipple. To cum on a mans tongue as his fingers fuck me hard.

Perfect Fantasy is OK for a while but when it starts to effect your mojo fantasy then doesn't seem enough!


Sunday, 14 February 2010


The pale weak sunshine creeps through the curtains rays of light hitting the bed and subtly lighting the room, I'm laying in bed, my long brunette hair spread across the white pillows, I have one leg hanging out of the duvet, my red toe nails glinting in the light.

As I wake and start to open my eyes, something immediately catches my eye a splash of red in the sea of white cotton, placed on the other pillow is a single red rose, a drop of dew glistening on its rich red petals. Reaching over I pick it up, bringing it close to my face so that I can smell its strong sweet perfume. From my nose I run it across my lips enjoying the rich velvety texture. Lost in my thoughts I continue to doze clutching my beautiful surprise in my hand the sound of movement disturbs me and I wake slightly knowing that you are coming back to the bed. Anticipating the chance of some slow hot Sunday morning loving, I open my eyes and begin to give you my sweetest come and get me sexy smile when I notice you are holding a tray, thinking that you have bought me a cup of tea, I start to sit up and realise that on the tray is a bottle of champagne two glasses and some small bowls. The smile grows in anticipation of some extra special treats.

Sitting up in the bed my hair falls over my shoulders, rippling down to frame my tits, the duvet slipping slightly, my nipples are just peaking out, you know that I have a good idea of what’s to come as you notice they are already hard.

As you place the tray on the table I see that the bowls are filled with my favourite things, strawberries, cream and most importantly some melted chocolate, a real feast for my breakfast. You slide back into bed with me, "Good Morning beautiful, Happy Valentine’s Day Gorgeous" you lean over and kiss my lips, gently at first and then sliding your tongue into my mouth and just grazing my tongue with yours.

Breaking away from the kiss leaving me wanting more you turn and lean back towards the table, grabbing the bottle and one of the glasses, putting it into my hand you pour the golden fizz into the glass, the flute fills quickly, bubbles exploding over the rim of the glass the frothy bubbles run down my hand and drips down on to my chest, I gasp as the coldness hits my bare skin and then sigh as you lean over and follow its trail with your tongue, pausing to gently suck on my nipples, your tongue flicking over my rock hard tips, the sensation immediately having the desired effect as I feel my pussy getting wetter, in anticipation.

Breaking away from my nipples, you kiss me again and the moving the tray closer you start to feed me the delicious fruit dipping it in the chocolate and cream before teasing my lips with it as you pop it in my mouth. Grabbing your hand hold it there as I run my tongue down your sticky fingers, then sliding the end of each finger into my hot waiting mouth, sucking off the gooey chocolate off, using your fingers as a way of giving you a taste of what is to come.

Drops of chocolate, cream and fruit juices are dripping onto our bodies, any thoughts of the crisp white sheets forgotten as we start to use out fingers and tongues to lick the mess off instead.

Pushing me back against the pillows you dip the tips of your fingers intothe bowl of chocolate, and slowly run your fingers round my nipples, teasing them, watching as they get harder and harder, till you can’t hold back anymore and you lean forward and start licking them clean. From my nipples you start to work your way down my body with your tongue. My eyes are closed enjoying the sensation of not know what you are going to do next.

Taking a large chocolate covered strawberry you begin to trail it over my body, following it with your tongue, soon I am writhing and moaning desperate for you to touch me more intimately, to plunge your fingers or tongue inside me or to run your tongue over my clit in the way that you know I love, but you do neither. Instead taking the strawberry and circling my clit with it, pushing it harder so that the juices from it start to mingle with my own wetness. Seeing the flush of excitement spreading across my chest you slide one finger inside me, continuing to rub the fruit over my clit.

I gasp I'm so turned on that just that small penetration has me near to cuming.

Smiling at me you push the strawberry harder against my clit, mashing it up slightly with the force, sliding your finger out of my wetness you swap them over and you push the entire strawberry just inside my hot wet pussy, as your finger starts circling my clit. As you push it deeper inside me, the juices start to run out of me pink and sticky, you can’t resist and need to get a taste of my wetness mixed with the strawberry and lowering your head wherever the juice runs you follow it with your tongue.

I grab your head and pulling it against me hard; you get the idea and start to thrust your tongue into me, pushing the strawberry further and further into me. Your tongue is thrusting inside my pussy, my hands on your head and my legs spread wide,

“ah babe” I cry out “please, I need to cum”.

I'm ready to cum, and your cock is so hard it’s throbbing aching to slide inside my wet stick pussy, but you don’t want to cum yet desperate as you are to fuck me, you want to make me cum, over and over again, watching my face as my pussy gets wetter and wetter, the flush of orgasm spreading over my body.

“Do you like your rose?” you ask me, “Mmm yes, I love it, it’s so lovely, just my favorite shade of red.”

Reaching over you pull the long stem out of my hand and start trailing the flower over my body, its velvety texture caressing my body, over my nipples and down the centre of my rib cage towards my pussy. You by pass it and trail it across my thighs. Up and down my legs, teasing my skin, driving me wild with desire, you trail it up the inside of my thighs almost all the way to my pussy but again bypassing it and trailing it back up my stomach.

By now my breathing is so heavy and I'm moaning really loud.

“ah please baby I need to cum so bad have I got to beg you, please, please, I’m so close,”

I know that if you were just to put a finger inside me I'd start to cum so hard, I can feel the strawberry inside me teasing all my nerve endings. Your laying by my side and you trail your hand up my thigh, your fingers sliding towards my hot wet pussy, you avoid my clit and slide two fingers deep inside, it’s just what I needed to push me over the edge and as I start to cum, my pussy contracting hard on your fingers, juices from my pussy and the strawberry are running all over your hand and down my thighs.

Pull your fingers out of me you start to run them over my nipples, the juice from the strawberry darkening them and making them more prominent. You slide your fingers into my mouth. “Lick them clean” you tell me.

Without hesitation I run my tongue up and down your fingers, mimicking what I had already done with the chocolate sucking hard on them, wishing that it was your rock hard cock.

Its too much for you, you want it to be your cock in my mouth as well but you also want it to be covered in juices, both mine and strawberry.

Moving over you pull my legs up onto your shoulders and slide your cock straight into me all the way in, lifting one of my legs up even more so that you can get in really, really deep. Thrusting harder and harder into me, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to cuming, so as suddenly as you thrust into me you pull out, moving up my body so that your cock is level with my face.

Looking at it, I can see bits of strawberry smeared on it as it glistens with my juices. I can’t wait to get it in my mouth, as I lean forward I have a thought, reaching over I take a big gulp of my champagne, looking into your eyes. “Mmmm I love champagne with my strawberries” I say as I lean forward and let a little bit dribble over your cock, its cold but feels so, so good, swallowing the champagne in my mouth I flick my tongue out and lick the end of your cock, it’s so good.

Taking another l sip I slide your cock into my mouth, you groan as the bubbles start fizzing, stimulating your cock, increasing the pleasure, it feels so good as I start you suck harder, wrapping my hand round the base of it, starting to wank it hard into my mouth. You desperately want to cum, I increase the pressure, sucking harder and harder, you can’t hold on anymore, you can feel it rising knowing that you are about to explode, I can feel your balls getting tighter and tighter and know what you really want keeping up the pressure with my hand, and pulling back slightly with my mouth I feel your hands sliding into my hair positioning yourself in front of my face, as the first salty drop hits my tongue you pull back pushing my hand out of the way and taking over aiming your hot sticky appreciation at my face, watching as it decorates my beautiful face, dripping down splashes on my chest, glistening in my hair, as you fall back on your heels gasping


Monday, 8 February 2010


I am the first to admit that I love porn, always have, more than likely always will.

I'm not ashamed to admit it, we all watch it or read it, but is it getting a little bit too much?

I can quite clearly remember sneaking into my older brother's bedroom and looking at his little stash of mags under his bed. But back then porn mags were just women with what now, in these days of waxing seem scarily hairy pussies. Oh and tits, porn mags were strictly for men's pleasure only, and pleasure in the most prudish of terms by today's standards.

I always wondered where my affection for girl on girl porn comes from and a friend who recently trained as a relationship counsellor and sex therapist told me it was because of this. We associate our sexual feelings and behaviours to the things that first stimulated us in a sexual way as well as our first sexual encounters.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm in no way inclined to go girl on girl myself, I am definitely a worshipper at the alter of the cock, but if I'm in the mood for a indulgent afternoon or evening to myself (for that read mammoth masturbation session) the thing that really sets my pulse racing is a little girl on girl action!

The fact that it turns me on, doesn't mean that I am a lesbian, it just means that looking at it turns me on, but when I am that turned on I don't want to re-enact whats on the screen, I want to get dirty with a rampant cock (preferably one that measures up to a can of fosters).

As you may guess this is another post in reaction to another conversation with some friends, yes, me and the girlie's have been talking sex again!

With our new on site fount of knowledge when it comes to all things sexual, conversations have led us up avenue's that we possibly previously hadn't explored! But then again maybe not, there's not much we don't talk about, it's just now we can talk about it with new insight.

All of us have helped in our own way, providing information to help her along through her training. The way I see it, none of us should ever have a sexual problem ever again, although how much more of our inane questions she can put up with I'm not sure. I mean hell, if I was to start discussing with her some of the little 'quirks' I have come across in the course of being 'Lola' she would be kept busy for the next 6 months, or maybe make that a year!

My problem is this, whilst I am a lover of porn, I also see it's downsides. It's a very emotive subject, with everybody having varying opinions. Having experienced first hand (Mr X and his little floppy problem) I now realise that although it can be harmless and great fun, it also has it's downsides.

Apparently we are getting to the point where 'normal' just doesn't do it for us anymore, aparently 'de-sensitisation' is the correct term. Weird word but I promise you it's real.

It would seem that people are watching more and more extreme porn and this is meaning that when it comes down to the real thing, us mere mortals just don't do it for them anymore!

Recently I was reading an interview in a magazine with a marriage guidance counsellor, who specialised in couples with sexual problems and it gave me a little bit of a shock I can tell you.

The main reason that couples have sexually related problems is the fact that porn has become so readily available. And I'm not just talking the sort of porn we all used to get a hold of when I was a teenager. No more is porn just reserved to tits and pussy in a top shelf magazine, or just a couple doing run of the mill one-on-one sex with the occasional bit of girl on girl action in a much copied VHS that got passed around everyone.

Thanks to the Internet, anyone in the space of a few short minutes can access any kind of porn they like. People that perhaps only ever thought about things in their heads can now look at their particular little 'quirk' online and find other people into the same thing.

The other day I heard about one such thing it's called the 'Hairy Mary Appreciation Society' whats it about? It's for men who like their women hairy, and we're not just talking men that like a lady to have a little bit more than a thin line pointing the way to the warm wet heaven they are lusting after, we are talking men that want a full on 1970's bush, hairy legs, armpits the lot. I've always thought each to their own, and if that's what floats their boat then why not.

But it would seem that this being readily available is ruining the Country's sex lives.

One big concern I have with porn on the net is that it's not just adults that watch it, and young girls and lads are growing up thinking that's what sex is actually all about, ask your average 15 year old these days and they seem to think that everything they see is what your average everyday couple are up to. Girls feel like they have to do things cos that's whats expected. AND ITS JUST NOT REAL!

After all anyone who's ever had a little play with a video camera, knows that real sex, well it looks nothing like porn sex! No-one I've ever met would be happy for people to watch their performance complete with dodgy camera angles, love handles and worst of all the cum face! You know what I mean ladies, looking up into a dodgy cum face can all but spoil the moment for you when you look up and your sexy beast is gurning more than a raver who's dropped three E's!

Now surprise surprise, I may in the past of produced the odd video for special some one's and boy does it take time, stop, start, stop, start. You get carried away and get into what your doing, then you realise that then last 2 minutes got missed off because you accidentally pressed pause.

Recently at work we had a client who calls herself a TV Producer (for TV Producer read Producer of Porn) on the one hand I applaud her she also has a sideline company that takes women and makes them feel sexy again no matter what their size, shape, looks, she helps them find their good points and emphasise them and them sends them away with amazing photos that help to re-build their confidence and help them find the inner foxxy lady. However on the other hand she makes porn that conforms to the norm skinny peroxide blonde's with fake boobs, Hollywood waxes and bleached bum holes.

However I couldn't help but be intrigued and she had me in stitches when we were having a quiet girly chat about how long it actually takes to produce a decent bit of porn! Like the male star she uses who is hung like a horse but can only stay hard if whilst he is fucking some bleach blonde totty, a hot boy is standing not more than a few feet away stroking his equally impressive cock ready to give it to him as soon as he finishes. Just proves my point real sex just isn't porn sex.

Does that mean I'm going to stop watching it? HELL NO!

Will I stop watching it with company to shall we say, set the mood? Ermm again HELL NO!

Tuesday, 2 February 2010


Yes Lola has actually been my alter ego now for a year, 2nd of Feb isn't my birthday it's my anniversary, but I thought it kind of fitting to celebrate it in some way it's a kind of birthday, one year ago Lola was 'born' for want of a better word.

To mark that milestone I have made a big decision. It's been a year, it's been fun, but I think the fun has to end at some point.

After all no one wants to be the last person to leave the party do they!

I think it's time for this party to end, sooner rather than later Lola has to go, not completely this blog will stay - how else will I share my somewhat slightly naughty views on the world, that I perhaps can't share with people in everyday life.

Why do I need to bring the fun to an end? Because I will be honest, I keep finding myself wanting more from life than being a source of wank material for some bloke I've never even met and will never meet. Although to be totally honest there has been very very little if any, of that going on for a while. Naughty thoughts seem to be reserved for 'Mr Delicious' (thanks for the use of that nickname to a very very old friend) if you have got someone, even if it is only virtually that does it for you then why accept poor imitations. I declare that it is Lola's law that everyone needs a delicious in their life! The sad truth is that I am finding it harder and harder and I just can't be Lola anymore, Lola as we all knew her has possibly gone!

I actually had a very bizarre conversation recently by email with a shall we say former soap star who had come across my profile whilst looking for someone else called Lola he asked if it turned me on knowing loads of blokes were wanking over me. Rather forward of him I thought, I don't care who you are, no one gets naughty info out of me till I know them a little bit better! My answer however, seeing as he has never seen any of my shall we say more private pictures, was that anyone wanking over a pair of tits in a bra, or a pair of legs in fishnets, is way too easily pleased for my liking! But it made me realise that's not who I am anymore. If I ever was.

So this year what has it bought me?

Well some fun, hell who am I kidding a lot of fun.

Some great new friends, some of them people that I hope will be friends for ever.

I found out things I never wanted to know. And things I wished I had realised years ago!

I've learnt a lot about myself, what turns me on, what really doesn't and just more about what I do and don't want from a man.

I lost the man that could have been my 'one' because he couldn't handle the newly emerging minx that was Lola, who up until that point had been solely for his pleasure and benefit.

Lola on facebook started out as a means of revenge, a way of getting back at my lying cheating wanker of an ex, try and find out just how sordid his life was and boy did I find out!

The lowest point? That would be Mr X, during a msn chat I described something we had got up to, involving strawberries and champagne,(I found a whole new way of eating a strawberry covered in my own shall we say honey, off his cock lol) when Lola asked if he had ever done that, knowing that he would want to boast more about his so called sexual prowess, to be told 'yeah with some bird I was shagging.' I think that was the moment that I realised, about 9 months too late I might add, that I had never meant anything to him at all, the man I had been in love with, (or was it the idea of being in love with him, that I was in love with), he had never actually felt anything for me at all. This was also the moment I realised that no matter what I tried to inflict on him as Lola, none of it could ever come close to what he had done to me.

In all it's been a truly wonderful year, one that has possibly defined me in more ways than I can explain and for that I must thank my facebook friends you've made it a blast.