Tuesday, 22 September 2009
SHOULD THE PAST BE LEFT IN THE PAST?
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Tuesday, 18 August 2009
WHERE DOES LOLA GO FROM HERE?
Is it still fun?
Do I still need Lola in my life?
Is it time to let the real me have a little more fun?
Questions that have been floating about in my head over the last few days, mainly because they have been put there by someone!
Thought provoking online chats, chats that have left my pussy throbbing and my head pounding, finally someone who has been inquisitive enough to look further than Lola from the outset. No weeks of flirting and getting to know each other, or rather them getting to know Lola, just BANG straight in there why do I feel the need to hide behind a persona when I am clearly a very special person (his words not mine, before you think I'm getting big headed).
So as I said in my post on Sunday I've fallen into this trap before though, let myself get caught up in the whirlwind of that first flirtation and those first naughty exchanges. That hasn't turned out too well, so where to go from here? What I have realised is that what I have failed to accept up until now, is that the vast majority of these people no matter how many questions they ask, the hours spent online flirting and getting to know each other no matter what I do, or reveal about my real self, some of these people no matter how I feel about them, will NEVER see past Lola and never see me as anything but Lola and why should they, that was what attracted them in the first place, whether it be through facebook or through the blog, it was Lola with her legs or tits, that attracted them to me, so why would they want to see anything but Lola.
This man has he got under my skin! In a way that hasn't happened for a while, the difference being this time he is very keen to merge the fantasy with the reality (arghhh scary). This is someone who makes me smile and laugh out loud, but also makes me want to be very very naughty indeed. I am amazed that in a very short time he has got into my head - which is definitely the quickest way to get into my knickers.
What is it they say that the largest erogenous zone that we humans have is the mind!
That's the beauty of modern technology, msn, AIM, email and text messaging have made it possible for us to make each other cum hard, fuck each others brains out, without actually being in the same room, or without actually meeting each other in some cases.
Am I hiding behind Lola, she was only ever supposed to be around for a few months to set up Mr X and then she would disappear quietly and I would go back to being me!
I'm not saying it's time to go back to just being me, but is it time to start merging the two a little more?
The last few posts have been a lot more personal, a fact that a few friends have picked up on and have said they preferred them, because they are a little more 'me' and these are people I have got to know very well.
So I think that inadvertently Lola is becoming a little more me, but what about real life can real life become a little more Lola?
Can I take the risk, try and see if I can merge the two. Two things are certain, my face and my name are still mine. Lola, will forever be faceless, those who have seen my face are the privileged few, those that know my name even fewer and that's the way I like it.
So can I take the risk, still not sure but a few more thought provoking chats may help me to come to the decision.
Sorry deep and not at all naughty again - don't worry I'll give you something dirty soon.
xxx
Do I still need Lola in my life?
Is it time to let the real me have a little more fun?
Questions that have been floating about in my head over the last few days, mainly because they have been put there by someone!
Thought provoking online chats, chats that have left my pussy throbbing and my head pounding, finally someone who has been inquisitive enough to look further than Lola from the outset. No weeks of flirting and getting to know each other, or rather them getting to know Lola, just BANG straight in there why do I feel the need to hide behind a persona when I am clearly a very special person (his words not mine, before you think I'm getting big headed).
So as I said in my post on Sunday I've fallen into this trap before though, let myself get caught up in the whirlwind of that first flirtation and those first naughty exchanges. That hasn't turned out too well, so where to go from here? What I have realised is that what I have failed to accept up until now, is that the vast majority of these people no matter how many questions they ask, the hours spent online flirting and getting to know each other no matter what I do, or reveal about my real self, some of these people no matter how I feel about them, will NEVER see past Lola and never see me as anything but Lola and why should they, that was what attracted them in the first place, whether it be through facebook or through the blog, it was Lola with her legs or tits, that attracted them to me, so why would they want to see anything but Lola.
This man has he got under my skin! In a way that hasn't happened for a while, the difference being this time he is very keen to merge the fantasy with the reality (arghhh scary). This is someone who makes me smile and laugh out loud, but also makes me want to be very very naughty indeed. I am amazed that in a very short time he has got into my head - which is definitely the quickest way to get into my knickers.
What is it they say that the largest erogenous zone that we humans have is the mind!
That's the beauty of modern technology, msn, AIM, email and text messaging have made it possible for us to make each other cum hard, fuck each others brains out, without actually being in the same room, or without actually meeting each other in some cases.
Am I hiding behind Lola, she was only ever supposed to be around for a few months to set up Mr X and then she would disappear quietly and I would go back to being me!
I'm not saying it's time to go back to just being me, but is it time to start merging the two a little more?
The last few posts have been a lot more personal, a fact that a few friends have picked up on and have said they preferred them, because they are a little more 'me' and these are people I have got to know very well.
So I think that inadvertently Lola is becoming a little more me, but what about real life can real life become a little more Lola?
Can I take the risk, try and see if I can merge the two. Two things are certain, my face and my name are still mine. Lola, will forever be faceless, those who have seen my face are the privileged few, those that know my name even fewer and that's the way I like it.
So can I take the risk, still not sure but a few more thought provoking chats may help me to come to the decision.
Sorry deep and not at all naughty again - don't worry I'll give you something dirty soon.
xxx
Sunday, 16 August 2009
RANDOM!
Yes I am feeling very random, I have things in my head that are bothering me.
They won't go away and I feel the need to put them to bed so to speak so that the craziness that's going on in my head at the moment can quieten down and let me enjoy the evening.
It's been a strange old few days. I was starting to have doubts about whether 'Lola' was what I really wanted anymore. I guess I just got a little fed up with it always being so one-sided, always on other peoples terms, not mine and that was never supposed to be the way it worked.
Why should I listen to someone wanking in the middle of the night when I can't even speak (long story) when I know dammed well that if I'm feeling horny and wanted the same, it's not going to happen! But is that what I should expect as Lola?
Then the weekend has kind of made up for that, I re-discovered my friends list and a couple of really good fun chats with people made things seem much better.
I have perhaps got myself stuck in a rut and have been relying on people that I perhaps shouldn't for my fun, maybe it's times to realise that, that particular fun is over and they have obviously moved onto filthiness new, so perhaps I should too.
Something strange has happened to me in the last 48 hours as well I have been a lot more 'open' with people than I have ever even thought about before.
Scary? Very, but also a little freeing if that makes sense. More of the complete me rather than just 'Lola' and refreshing to find that there are people that want to know more about me than just the naughty persona and that see through the Lolaness of it all.
I've fallen into this trap before though, let myself get caught up in the whirlwind of that first flirtation and those first naughty exchanges. That hasn't turned out too well, so where to go from here?
I'm more open to things though, even giving some suggestions that have been made some serious consideration.
I'm going to give Lola a reprieve for now, but we shall see, maybe Lola is losing her appeal not just for me but for others as well.
xx
They won't go away and I feel the need to put them to bed so to speak so that the craziness that's going on in my head at the moment can quieten down and let me enjoy the evening.
It's been a strange old few days. I was starting to have doubts about whether 'Lola' was what I really wanted anymore. I guess I just got a little fed up with it always being so one-sided, always on other peoples terms, not mine and that was never supposed to be the way it worked.
Why should I listen to someone wanking in the middle of the night when I can't even speak (long story) when I know dammed well that if I'm feeling horny and wanted the same, it's not going to happen! But is that what I should expect as Lola?
Then the weekend has kind of made up for that, I re-discovered my friends list and a couple of really good fun chats with people made things seem much better.
I have perhaps got myself stuck in a rut and have been relying on people that I perhaps shouldn't for my fun, maybe it's times to realise that, that particular fun is over and they have obviously moved onto filthiness new, so perhaps I should too.
Something strange has happened to me in the last 48 hours as well I have been a lot more 'open' with people than I have ever even thought about before.
Scary? Very, but also a little freeing if that makes sense. More of the complete me rather than just 'Lola' and refreshing to find that there are people that want to know more about me than just the naughty persona and that see through the Lolaness of it all.
I've fallen into this trap before though, let myself get caught up in the whirlwind of that first flirtation and those first naughty exchanges. That hasn't turned out too well, so where to go from here?
I'm more open to things though, even giving some suggestions that have been made some serious consideration.
I'm going to give Lola a reprieve for now, but we shall see, maybe Lola is losing her appeal not just for me but for others as well.
xx
Tuesday, 4 August 2009
THE BEST SEX EVER
What counts as great sex?
Does great sex have to be with someone who's in the same room?
Is it actually possibly that the best, most compatible sex you ever had, could be with someone you've never met?
Just a few of the questions floating around in my increasingly empty mind in the last few days. How did it start? In the usual way a girly night out! Yep me and my ladies talking about sex, yet again.
Only problem we weren't keeping it to ourselves this time, there seemed to be a whole array of various people joining in on the discussion.
Imagine then being asked the question "What's the best sex you ever had?" by the nephew of the person you had the best sex ever with, when his nephew and indeed most of your friends don't even know you've fucked him!
But it got me thinking, if it's about the best sex, does that necessarily mean in these times of phone, text and online chat sex, that the best sex you ever had, could be with someone you've never actually met?
So even though I was a good JD or eight down the bottle, I started thinking about whether FBD (the guy from the last post) was he really the best sex ever, or just the best actual sex ever, because I'm starting to think that the best sex I ever had wasn't the kind I have had in real life!
Firstly it got me thinking back to the early days of Lola, the first incarnation as it were, when it was all new and very un-known and when for one reason or another I seemed to be permanently horny. Ironically it was these early days when I was a walking jumble of ranging horniness, that me and FBD finally fell apart, mainly I should add because he couldn't cope with Lola - the part of me, that he had helped unleash, he couldn't cope with!
Anyway back in the early days, it was all about the unknown, and that appealed to me back then - like many many faceless one night stands without the embarrassment of waking up next to someone you don't know, or having to do the walk of shame at some stupid time in the morning because you have crept out before Mr Faceless wakes up!
I digress in the early days of Lola it was purely faceless unknown and very very dirty and at the time I loved it. Some of those originals are still with me, some aren't. Some have become very good friends and some have become a close to me as my best friends.
And another, well he could be coming very close to the best sex I ever had!
I have found myself questioning it over the last few days, best actual sex has to begrudgingly go to FBD and ironically it was also last time we ever had sex.
It was a cold boring Saturday morning, we had been in the pub drinking together the night before, but for some reason, can't remember why, we hadn't gone home together, which in it's self was very unusual for us. I was lying in my bed, cup of tea, packet of Duchy of Cornwall stem ginger and dark chocolate cookies (my favourite) and crap Saturday TV. My phone bleeped a text, was nice and cosy and did actually consider ignoring it, but when I saw who it was from I couldn't resist. All it said was.
"If your home alone text yes, if not ignore me"
Well what's a girl to do but say yes, was I intrigued you bet. So I sent the appropriate reply. By now I was sitting up in bed any thoughts of biscuits or cups of tea out of my head. Waiting for another text I could feel the excitement rising. Knowing him as well as I did, I knew it would be good, always was.
Finally it arrived "I'm coming round to fuck you, you need to be wearing your sexiest underwear, you know which ones I really like. Knee length boots, and when you answer the door I want you to take charge. You have 20 minutes"
Just reading it I could feel myself getting wet. This was quite a departure for him, previously he had always been very much in charge. Jumping out of bed I quickly jumped in the shower, my nipples were already rock hard and soaping them with shower gel made them tingle, followed by the ZING of that invisible connection between your nipples and clit, making just showering very very difficult. Did I have time for a shower time quickie, not really but I could very possibly give myself a little tease making sure that when he arrived I was more then ready to welcome him in.
I have to admit that I was a naughty girl and had a little rub of my clit, feeling my juices stirring and the zing turning into a definite throb. He wanted sexy and me in control he was going to get it! Black and silver corset, with attached black suspenders, black fishnets and to top it all off knee high black patent leather boots with heels (mmm should sound familiar see my picture).
Looking at my watch I realised that the 20 mins was up, the anticipation of it all was going a long way to making me very very horny, the evidence of this starting to coat the tops of my thighs. As I waited by the front door I could feel my pussy lips rubbing together in my wetness, sowing the seed of an idea - he wanted me in charge he was going to get it!
Leaning my back against the front door I let my fingers stray downwards, just rubbing and teasing my clit, still not enough pressure to make myself cum, just enough to keep my on the brink.
The knock startled me and I took a second before I answered, checking the spy hole (best not greet the postman looking like madame whiplash) I could see him standing there, my heart gave a lurch - remember feelings were involved here. As I opened the door with one hand I rubbed my clit with the other and as he walked through the door and as soon as he realised what I was doing, I removed my hand and slid my sticky wet fingers into his mouth.
Grabbing him by his belt I pulled him towards me and slide my tongue into his mouth tasting my juices on his lips. I started walking back wards up the stairs and still without saying anything he knew to follow me up. As I reached the top of the stairs I turned round and opened my legs slightly wider, looking at him, I put my hand on his chest to stop him coming up any further, moving my hands to his shoulders I pushed down.
"I got a little excited waiting for you, lick me clean"
Never one to have to be asked twice to get his tongue involved, he was on his knees a few stairs lower than me and his tongue was starting to work its magic. I was so turned on already that I knew there was a very good chance that I might cum just from this, especially if he was to add a finger or two, that would be it.
Looking down I could see his cock straining in his jeans and the thought of what was behind his flies was making my mouth water. But I had to stay in control, not launch myself on his cock! No if I was going to do this properly and why the hell shouldn't I, I was going to make the most of it. The combination of the situation, what his clever tongue was doing and the naughty thoughts in my head, made for a potent cocktail and I came hard and fast, my fingernails digging into his shoulders.
On very shaky legs I made me way to my bedroom and knowing what was hidden under the pillows I lay back against them, opening my legs slightly so that he could see quite clearly the effects of what had already happened.
"Start undressing, jeans last and nice and slow" I said.
Watching as he raced to get out of his clothes, when he was down to jeans only, I could feel the anticipation building knowing that the thick hard cock that was waiting behind the prison of denim was going to give me vast amounts of pleasure quite shortly. I could see the dominant side of him starting to reassert itself, rather then taking off his jeans nice and slow as I had said he just undid them and started to rub his shaft through the fabric, slowly starting to ease them down a little so I could see the head just peaking out of the top of his fly.
"I said undress, and I didn't say you could touch yourself did I?" Time to regain the upper hand I thought.
As I said this I reached my hand under the pillow and pulled out my favourite toy, starting to tease my already very sensitive clit. Watching his face, knowing that any minute now he was going to either explode and cum all over his jeans, or he wouldn't be able hold back anymore and he would possibly pull me down the bed by my ankles and slide his cock hard and fast inside me. I was starting to think that although I was enjoying having the upper hand, I was in desperate need of his cock. Trying to gauge his mood I carried on teasing, watching his face as he also battled with his need to take over and the obvious enjoyment he was getting from me being in charge.
Dilemma? definitely. Kind of goes back to what I said in can women be truly dominant I enjoy taking charge, but in the long run, what do I want? Well, I wanted him to throw me down and ravish me. But in this situation where he was so specific in his desires, that he had taken time to think about it before hand, something he had never done before, was this just a time that I needed to just carry on as it was going and forget the increasing throbbing need between my legs for his cock. Luckily I didn't have to deliberate much longer, he solved the problem for me.
"If I don't fuck you soon, I will be cuming all over myself." He said, at the same time as I had predicted grabbing my ankles and pulling me down the bed kneeling in the end of the bed he pulled my legs up high and slid his cock in hard and fast, no teasing, no gentleness, just full on hard and fast.
I don't know what it was that made this encounter so good, especially as ultimately it turned out to be the last time, part of me in a weird way thinks I kind of knew that whilst it was happening. Maybe its was a good thing, anything after that may have been difficult to beat.
So that was the best real sex, so how about what I said about is it possible that the best sex is with someone you never even met.
I have long thought that the greatest erogenous zone we have is the mind, hell as someone who owns about 50 plus black lace erotic novels, that in itself shows that for me its all about what goes on my head. But what if you had someone who could do that for you?
Someone who always said the right thing, who instinctively knows what to say to make things go with a zing. Just hearing his voice makes that twitch in my knickers happen, even if we are just talking about normal stuff, no sex involved, just hearing him say he's laying on his bed and my knickers - if indeed I am wearing any, are getting damp.
People often ask me how do you know your a good shag and I often reply, "I have sex with myself a lot and I think I'm fucking amazing." Maybe that combined with the added benefits of someone who can make me feel so horny, and say all the right things to make it something mind blowing. Maybe that is the best sex ever.
xx
Does great sex have to be with someone who's in the same room?
Is it actually possibly that the best, most compatible sex you ever had, could be with someone you've never met?
Just a few of the questions floating around in my increasingly empty mind in the last few days. How did it start? In the usual way a girly night out! Yep me and my ladies talking about sex, yet again.
Only problem we weren't keeping it to ourselves this time, there seemed to be a whole array of various people joining in on the discussion.
Imagine then being asked the question "What's the best sex you ever had?" by the nephew of the person you had the best sex ever with, when his nephew and indeed most of your friends don't even know you've fucked him!
But it got me thinking, if it's about the best sex, does that necessarily mean in these times of phone, text and online chat sex, that the best sex you ever had, could be with someone you've never actually met?
So even though I was a good JD or eight down the bottle, I started thinking about whether FBD (the guy from the last post) was he really the best sex ever, or just the best actual sex ever, because I'm starting to think that the best sex I ever had wasn't the kind I have had in real life!
Firstly it got me thinking back to the early days of Lola, the first incarnation as it were, when it was all new and very un-known and when for one reason or another I seemed to be permanently horny. Ironically it was these early days when I was a walking jumble of ranging horniness, that me and FBD finally fell apart, mainly I should add because he couldn't cope with Lola - the part of me, that he had helped unleash, he couldn't cope with!
Anyway back in the early days, it was all about the unknown, and that appealed to me back then - like many many faceless one night stands without the embarrassment of waking up next to someone you don't know, or having to do the walk of shame at some stupid time in the morning because you have crept out before Mr Faceless wakes up!
I digress in the early days of Lola it was purely faceless unknown and very very dirty and at the time I loved it. Some of those originals are still with me, some aren't. Some have become very good friends and some have become a close to me as my best friends.
And another, well he could be coming very close to the best sex I ever had!
I have found myself questioning it over the last few days, best actual sex has to begrudgingly go to FBD and ironically it was also last time we ever had sex.
It was a cold boring Saturday morning, we had been in the pub drinking together the night before, but for some reason, can't remember why, we hadn't gone home together, which in it's self was very unusual for us. I was lying in my bed, cup of tea, packet of Duchy of Cornwall stem ginger and dark chocolate cookies (my favourite) and crap Saturday TV. My phone bleeped a text, was nice and cosy and did actually consider ignoring it, but when I saw who it was from I couldn't resist. All it said was.
"If your home alone text yes, if not ignore me"
Well what's a girl to do but say yes, was I intrigued you bet. So I sent the appropriate reply. By now I was sitting up in bed any thoughts of biscuits or cups of tea out of my head. Waiting for another text I could feel the excitement rising. Knowing him as well as I did, I knew it would be good, always was.
Finally it arrived "I'm coming round to fuck you, you need to be wearing your sexiest underwear, you know which ones I really like. Knee length boots, and when you answer the door I want you to take charge. You have 20 minutes"
Just reading it I could feel myself getting wet. This was quite a departure for him, previously he had always been very much in charge. Jumping out of bed I quickly jumped in the shower, my nipples were already rock hard and soaping them with shower gel made them tingle, followed by the ZING of that invisible connection between your nipples and clit, making just showering very very difficult. Did I have time for a shower time quickie, not really but I could very possibly give myself a little tease making sure that when he arrived I was more then ready to welcome him in.
I have to admit that I was a naughty girl and had a little rub of my clit, feeling my juices stirring and the zing turning into a definite throb. He wanted sexy and me in control he was going to get it! Black and silver corset, with attached black suspenders, black fishnets and to top it all off knee high black patent leather boots with heels (mmm should sound familiar see my picture).
Looking at my watch I realised that the 20 mins was up, the anticipation of it all was going a long way to making me very very horny, the evidence of this starting to coat the tops of my thighs. As I waited by the front door I could feel my pussy lips rubbing together in my wetness, sowing the seed of an idea - he wanted me in charge he was going to get it!
Leaning my back against the front door I let my fingers stray downwards, just rubbing and teasing my clit, still not enough pressure to make myself cum, just enough to keep my on the brink.
The knock startled me and I took a second before I answered, checking the spy hole (best not greet the postman looking like madame whiplash) I could see him standing there, my heart gave a lurch - remember feelings were involved here. As I opened the door with one hand I rubbed my clit with the other and as he walked through the door and as soon as he realised what I was doing, I removed my hand and slid my sticky wet fingers into his mouth.
Grabbing him by his belt I pulled him towards me and slide my tongue into his mouth tasting my juices on his lips. I started walking back wards up the stairs and still without saying anything he knew to follow me up. As I reached the top of the stairs I turned round and opened my legs slightly wider, looking at him, I put my hand on his chest to stop him coming up any further, moving my hands to his shoulders I pushed down.
"I got a little excited waiting for you, lick me clean"
Never one to have to be asked twice to get his tongue involved, he was on his knees a few stairs lower than me and his tongue was starting to work its magic. I was so turned on already that I knew there was a very good chance that I might cum just from this, especially if he was to add a finger or two, that would be it.
Looking down I could see his cock straining in his jeans and the thought of what was behind his flies was making my mouth water. But I had to stay in control, not launch myself on his cock! No if I was going to do this properly and why the hell shouldn't I, I was going to make the most of it. The combination of the situation, what his clever tongue was doing and the naughty thoughts in my head, made for a potent cocktail and I came hard and fast, my fingernails digging into his shoulders.
On very shaky legs I made me way to my bedroom and knowing what was hidden under the pillows I lay back against them, opening my legs slightly so that he could see quite clearly the effects of what had already happened.
"Start undressing, jeans last and nice and slow" I said.
Watching as he raced to get out of his clothes, when he was down to jeans only, I could feel the anticipation building knowing that the thick hard cock that was waiting behind the prison of denim was going to give me vast amounts of pleasure quite shortly. I could see the dominant side of him starting to reassert itself, rather then taking off his jeans nice and slow as I had said he just undid them and started to rub his shaft through the fabric, slowly starting to ease them down a little so I could see the head just peaking out of the top of his fly.
"I said undress, and I didn't say you could touch yourself did I?" Time to regain the upper hand I thought.
As I said this I reached my hand under the pillow and pulled out my favourite toy, starting to tease my already very sensitive clit. Watching his face, knowing that any minute now he was going to either explode and cum all over his jeans, or he wouldn't be able hold back anymore and he would possibly pull me down the bed by my ankles and slide his cock hard and fast inside me. I was starting to think that although I was enjoying having the upper hand, I was in desperate need of his cock. Trying to gauge his mood I carried on teasing, watching his face as he also battled with his need to take over and the obvious enjoyment he was getting from me being in charge.
Dilemma? definitely. Kind of goes back to what I said in can women be truly dominant I enjoy taking charge, but in the long run, what do I want? Well, I wanted him to throw me down and ravish me. But in this situation where he was so specific in his desires, that he had taken time to think about it before hand, something he had never done before, was this just a time that I needed to just carry on as it was going and forget the increasing throbbing need between my legs for his cock. Luckily I didn't have to deliberate much longer, he solved the problem for me.
"If I don't fuck you soon, I will be cuming all over myself." He said, at the same time as I had predicted grabbing my ankles and pulling me down the bed kneeling in the end of the bed he pulled my legs up high and slid his cock in hard and fast, no teasing, no gentleness, just full on hard and fast.
I don't know what it was that made this encounter so good, especially as ultimately it turned out to be the last time, part of me in a weird way thinks I kind of knew that whilst it was happening. Maybe its was a good thing, anything after that may have been difficult to beat.
So that was the best real sex, so how about what I said about is it possible that the best sex is with someone you never even met.
I have long thought that the greatest erogenous zone we have is the mind, hell as someone who owns about 50 plus black lace erotic novels, that in itself shows that for me its all about what goes on my head. But what if you had someone who could do that for you?
Someone who always said the right thing, who instinctively knows what to say to make things go with a zing. Just hearing his voice makes that twitch in my knickers happen, even if we are just talking about normal stuff, no sex involved, just hearing him say he's laying on his bed and my knickers - if indeed I am wearing any, are getting damp.
People often ask me how do you know your a good shag and I often reply, "I have sex with myself a lot and I think I'm fucking amazing." Maybe that combined with the added benefits of someone who can make me feel so horny, and say all the right things to make it something mind blowing. Maybe that is the best sex ever.
xx
Saturday, 25 July 2009
CAN ANYTHING MORE THAN A ONE NIGHT STAND BE NO STRINGS SEX!
We have all done it, well most of us anyway. Yep the one night stand.
I know very few people who haven't had one. Hell between the ages of about 18 and 21 my life could possibly have been classified as one long one night stand!
OK I had the odd few that I just fucked now and again when neither of us had managed to pull anyone else. In my defence I grew up in a small town so the amount of talent was limited and you didn't want to end up shagging the dregs did you.
But can someone you fuck more than once and start getting to know, can that still be called no-strings sex. I get so fed up with people referring to people that they frequently bump uglies with their fuck buddy - there is no such thing as a fuck buddy, bloody sex and the city again! Speaking from a purely female perspective (I haven't asked any of my male friends) you cannot have sex with someone regularly, waking up with them, hearing about their lives without having some feelings for them.
How do I know this? I speak from experience! I was a fully fledged grown up as well not a silly giggly late teen, shamefully over 30 and I ended up falling hook line and sinker, so much so that for the best part of four and a half years I didn't have sex with anyone else but him - the ex doesn't count really because of the Mr. Floppy situation!
But the worst thing is that this was someone that I initially had a shameful one night stand with - amazing sex but shameful none the less. Shameful why? Because he was someone who in the past I wouldn't have even shagged with someone else's girly bits. The local boy bike, that everyone seemed to have shagged at some point. He had a nasty reputation, he was a bit of a player, had distributed DVD's of him fucking his last girlfriend up the arse and had a habit of trying to get every girl he fucked to replay what had happened in that video - he had definitely read that graffiti in the toilets at the pub! But not me I had managed to avoid that for a good 10 or more years.
But hey it's surprising what you will do when you have mixed your drinks - JD and Coke, Pimms, Cider and Bacardi and Coke when the JD ran out.
If I hadn't mixed my drinks I would never have started discussing porn with him at a BBQ, and certainly would have never invited him back to mine to watch the said porn film, if we hadn't watched the film neither of us would have got so horny and we certainly would never have had the filthy and quite amazing sex that we ended up having.
And this proves my theory, after this initial encounter - which certainly broadened my horizons in more than one way! (This particular encounter was where I discovered that double penetration was good, cock in pussy, and small vibe in my arse and also that if the said vibe was turned on it was very enjoyable for both of us). After this initial encounter, I had no desire whatsoever to go there again and appreciated it for what it was, a night of amazing sex with someone that I had never really imagined myself with and someone that I wouldn't really want to fuck again.
Secretly I was a little bit embarrassed for having fucked him, I had just become another notch on boy bike's bedpost! Not something I was going to broadcast I didn't even tell my best friend who I usually tell everything. And after that initial encounter never gave him anymore thought. Well not until about three or four months later I bumped into him in the pub, both of us were trying to avoid saying anything and avoiding the fact that we had seen each other naked, but it wasn't awkward.
Next thing I know I am at home, having got back and changed into my PJ's and he is knocking on my door. Before I have even shut the front door he has me up against the wall and is pulling my pj's down and his finger immediately hit the spot, as he slid his fingers in between my pussy lips, he slid his tongue into my mouth and started rubbing around my clit nice and slow before starting to push 2 fingers inside my bubbling pussy. Still with his fingers inside me he pulled me through the door into the kitchen.
Best thing about him was his un-predictability I never knew what he was going to try next. Pulling his fingers out he lifted me up on to the worktop just resting my arse on the edge as he put my legs over his shoulders, pushing me backwards against the wall he went for gold - his tongue flicking a nice fast pace on my clit, as he finger fucked me hard and fast. Just as i was about to cum, he pulled me off the worktop spun me round and before I had time to register what was happening he was pushing his rock hard cock inside me, fucking me hard as I tried to get my hand between the cupboard and me so that I could rub my clit. He was pushing me so hard against the side that I couldn't get my hand down there. It didn't seem to matter it was one of those times when I was so horny that it I was just enjoying being fucked it wasn't about cuming it was just about getting pounded hard by a master cocksman.
Needless to say that second night was just the start of many, sometimes we would go a couple of months without seeing each other. I knew he was seeing other people as well, but pretty quickly I started to get those dreaded feelings. How could two people that had such amazing sex together not be meant to be together. The more I got to know him the more we both realised that we were the male/female versions of each other, we had both had had similar childhood and the same traumas growing up, and when we were together it was amazing, not just the sex but the compatibility.
Pretty soon though the whole things started making me feel really horrible. I started to feel very insecure about myself - if this guy who a few years ago I wouldn't have looked twice at didn't want to be with me, why would anyone else. I think that was when I started to doubt myself and that's when with my guard dropped I started chatting online to an old school friend and that old school friend turned out to be the callous, twisted man that is 'the' ex!
True to form, as soon as it became apparent that I was seeing someone else my so called fuck buddy suddenly realised that if I fell in love with someone or was seeing someone, he might start to miss out on all the great sex! Within weeks of me starting to see Mr X, FB was texting and popping round asking me to copy CDs for him and that kind of thing. One night when I was out with friends he would ask me if he could come round later. Strangely for me (fidelity never having been a part of my previous relationships) I said no, however this was good this was when he really became my friend.
When things started going wrong with Mr X guess who was there to offer me a shoulder to cry on! After a while, and after yet another frustrating visit from Mr X where he had been unable to fuck me properly yet again, FB popped round on the Friday night literally 24 hours after X had left. And 3 days of frustrations got the better of me and I started telling him what had happened, how my dream relationship wasn't working and how bad things had got. Up until this point our sex had always been very physical, he would never have been someone who could stimulate my dirty mind. But this night, he sat on the sofa with me, we had started watch a film and I was laying with my legs on his lap he told me slowly and quietly exactly what he would have been doing with me for 3 days. All the time gently stroking my lower legs.
I don't think he even got above my knees, but I was very aware of my pussy very wet, juices running down between my arse cheeks. Every time I moved even slightly I could feel my pussy lips rubbing together, making me even wetter. My nipples were rock hard and very obvious through my thin silk camisole top. In my head I was running through a few fantasy scenarios making the most of this feeling.
"Take your trousers off and get on the floor on all fours now, I said" the sound of his voice suddenly breaking through my fantasy. Pushing my legs off his lap he stood up and took my hand pulling me up. Reaching down he pulled the drawstring that held me trousers up and they fell to my feet. "On the floor" he said again. Without a second thought for what I was doing, or for Mr X I was on all fours on the floor. My pussy and arse lewdly displayed for him, and a lot more on show than normal given that one of Mr X's kinks was he liked to lay me on the bed and shave my pussy completely and FB obviously appreciated it! No sooner had I stuck my arse in the air, he was sliding his hard throbbing eight and a half inches straight inside my wetness.
No foreplay, just cock hard and fast. "Let's not fuck about, you need hard cock and if he can't give it to you I guess it's down to me." By this time he was pounding me hard his hands on my hips pulling me back hard against his cock, knowing from past experience that he could go on like this for a long time, I just surrendered myself to the joy of being filled by hot hard cock.
Afterwards I tried to convince myself that this had been my way of saying goodbye to him. Although Mr X was unable to fuck me properly he could manage all kinds of other things, all good. Not only that, sexually I wanted FB but in every other way I was 100% in love with Mr X and no matter what my love for him was stronger than my need for hard cock!
Not long after that things started to go wrong, not because of the sex, more to do with the fact that the evidence was becoming undeniable the stories of his wife not being quite so ex were all true, despite many opportunities to tell me the truth he denied her till the bitter end.
And guess who was waiting in the wings with more amazing sex, that was getting better and better, I had thought we had been doing the best for four years but this was out of this world, mind blowing sex. The kind of sex that has you grinning like an idiot in the supermarket as you get a flashback of something particularly naughty.
The irony of it all, that this so called Fuck Buddy, a man I had ever intended to even fuck in the first place, had taken the place of the man that could have been the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with!
So can someone you have sex with a lot, a fuck buddy to use that horrible term, can you fuck someone over and over again and it still be no-strings sex, the answer is most definitely NO!
xxxxx
I know very few people who haven't had one. Hell between the ages of about 18 and 21 my life could possibly have been classified as one long one night stand!
OK I had the odd few that I just fucked now and again when neither of us had managed to pull anyone else. In my defence I grew up in a small town so the amount of talent was limited and you didn't want to end up shagging the dregs did you.
But can someone you fuck more than once and start getting to know, can that still be called no-strings sex. I get so fed up with people referring to people that they frequently bump uglies with their fuck buddy - there is no such thing as a fuck buddy, bloody sex and the city again! Speaking from a purely female perspective (I haven't asked any of my male friends) you cannot have sex with someone regularly, waking up with them, hearing about their lives without having some feelings for them.
How do I know this? I speak from experience! I was a fully fledged grown up as well not a silly giggly late teen, shamefully over 30 and I ended up falling hook line and sinker, so much so that for the best part of four and a half years I didn't have sex with anyone else but him - the ex doesn't count really because of the Mr. Floppy situation!
But the worst thing is that this was someone that I initially had a shameful one night stand with - amazing sex but shameful none the less. Shameful why? Because he was someone who in the past I wouldn't have even shagged with someone else's girly bits. The local boy bike, that everyone seemed to have shagged at some point. He had a nasty reputation, he was a bit of a player, had distributed DVD's of him fucking his last girlfriend up the arse and had a habit of trying to get every girl he fucked to replay what had happened in that video - he had definitely read that graffiti in the toilets at the pub! But not me I had managed to avoid that for a good 10 or more years.
But hey it's surprising what you will do when you have mixed your drinks - JD and Coke, Pimms, Cider and Bacardi and Coke when the JD ran out.
If I hadn't mixed my drinks I would never have started discussing porn with him at a BBQ, and certainly would have never invited him back to mine to watch the said porn film, if we hadn't watched the film neither of us would have got so horny and we certainly would never have had the filthy and quite amazing sex that we ended up having.
And this proves my theory, after this initial encounter - which certainly broadened my horizons in more than one way! (This particular encounter was where I discovered that double penetration was good, cock in pussy, and small vibe in my arse and also that if the said vibe was turned on it was very enjoyable for both of us). After this initial encounter, I had no desire whatsoever to go there again and appreciated it for what it was, a night of amazing sex with someone that I had never really imagined myself with and someone that I wouldn't really want to fuck again.
Secretly I was a little bit embarrassed for having fucked him, I had just become another notch on boy bike's bedpost! Not something I was going to broadcast I didn't even tell my best friend who I usually tell everything. And after that initial encounter never gave him anymore thought. Well not until about three or four months later I bumped into him in the pub, both of us were trying to avoid saying anything and avoiding the fact that we had seen each other naked, but it wasn't awkward.
Next thing I know I am at home, having got back and changed into my PJ's and he is knocking on my door. Before I have even shut the front door he has me up against the wall and is pulling my pj's down and his finger immediately hit the spot, as he slid his fingers in between my pussy lips, he slid his tongue into my mouth and started rubbing around my clit nice and slow before starting to push 2 fingers inside my bubbling pussy. Still with his fingers inside me he pulled me through the door into the kitchen.
Best thing about him was his un-predictability I never knew what he was going to try next. Pulling his fingers out he lifted me up on to the worktop just resting my arse on the edge as he put my legs over his shoulders, pushing me backwards against the wall he went for gold - his tongue flicking a nice fast pace on my clit, as he finger fucked me hard and fast. Just as i was about to cum, he pulled me off the worktop spun me round and before I had time to register what was happening he was pushing his rock hard cock inside me, fucking me hard as I tried to get my hand between the cupboard and me so that I could rub my clit. He was pushing me so hard against the side that I couldn't get my hand down there. It didn't seem to matter it was one of those times when I was so horny that it I was just enjoying being fucked it wasn't about cuming it was just about getting pounded hard by a master cocksman.
Needless to say that second night was just the start of many, sometimes we would go a couple of months without seeing each other. I knew he was seeing other people as well, but pretty quickly I started to get those dreaded feelings. How could two people that had such amazing sex together not be meant to be together. The more I got to know him the more we both realised that we were the male/female versions of each other, we had both had had similar childhood and the same traumas growing up, and when we were together it was amazing, not just the sex but the compatibility.
Pretty soon though the whole things started making me feel really horrible. I started to feel very insecure about myself - if this guy who a few years ago I wouldn't have looked twice at didn't want to be with me, why would anyone else. I think that was when I started to doubt myself and that's when with my guard dropped I started chatting online to an old school friend and that old school friend turned out to be the callous, twisted man that is 'the' ex!
True to form, as soon as it became apparent that I was seeing someone else my so called fuck buddy suddenly realised that if I fell in love with someone or was seeing someone, he might start to miss out on all the great sex! Within weeks of me starting to see Mr X, FB was texting and popping round asking me to copy CDs for him and that kind of thing. One night when I was out with friends he would ask me if he could come round later. Strangely for me (fidelity never having been a part of my previous relationships) I said no, however this was good this was when he really became my friend.
When things started going wrong with Mr X guess who was there to offer me a shoulder to cry on! After a while, and after yet another frustrating visit from Mr X where he had been unable to fuck me properly yet again, FB popped round on the Friday night literally 24 hours after X had left. And 3 days of frustrations got the better of me and I started telling him what had happened, how my dream relationship wasn't working and how bad things had got. Up until this point our sex had always been very physical, he would never have been someone who could stimulate my dirty mind. But this night, he sat on the sofa with me, we had started watch a film and I was laying with my legs on his lap he told me slowly and quietly exactly what he would have been doing with me for 3 days. All the time gently stroking my lower legs.
I don't think he even got above my knees, but I was very aware of my pussy very wet, juices running down between my arse cheeks. Every time I moved even slightly I could feel my pussy lips rubbing together, making me even wetter. My nipples were rock hard and very obvious through my thin silk camisole top. In my head I was running through a few fantasy scenarios making the most of this feeling.
"Take your trousers off and get on the floor on all fours now, I said" the sound of his voice suddenly breaking through my fantasy. Pushing my legs off his lap he stood up and took my hand pulling me up. Reaching down he pulled the drawstring that held me trousers up and they fell to my feet. "On the floor" he said again. Without a second thought for what I was doing, or for Mr X I was on all fours on the floor. My pussy and arse lewdly displayed for him, and a lot more on show than normal given that one of Mr X's kinks was he liked to lay me on the bed and shave my pussy completely and FB obviously appreciated it! No sooner had I stuck my arse in the air, he was sliding his hard throbbing eight and a half inches straight inside my wetness.
No foreplay, just cock hard and fast. "Let's not fuck about, you need hard cock and if he can't give it to you I guess it's down to me." By this time he was pounding me hard his hands on my hips pulling me back hard against his cock, knowing from past experience that he could go on like this for a long time, I just surrendered myself to the joy of being filled by hot hard cock.
Afterwards I tried to convince myself that this had been my way of saying goodbye to him. Although Mr X was unable to fuck me properly he could manage all kinds of other things, all good. Not only that, sexually I wanted FB but in every other way I was 100% in love with Mr X and no matter what my love for him was stronger than my need for hard cock!
Not long after that things started to go wrong, not because of the sex, more to do with the fact that the evidence was becoming undeniable the stories of his wife not being quite so ex were all true, despite many opportunities to tell me the truth he denied her till the bitter end.
And guess who was waiting in the wings with more amazing sex, that was getting better and better, I had thought we had been doing the best for four years but this was out of this world, mind blowing sex. The kind of sex that has you grinning like an idiot in the supermarket as you get a flashback of something particularly naughty.
The irony of it all, that this so called Fuck Buddy, a man I had ever intended to even fuck in the first place, had taken the place of the man that could have been the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with!
So can someone you have sex with a lot, a fuck buddy to use that horrible term, can you fuck someone over and over again and it still be no-strings sex, the answer is most definitely NO!
xxxxx
Thursday, 28 May 2009
SEX IN STRANGE PLACES - PART ONE
The question of sex in strange places came to mind during a very naughty msn chat with one of my facebook fav's, lets call him George (he chose the name not me) he's definitely another one of my facebook friends I would love to fuck. This particular chat followed on from a naughty text I had sent him over that weekend - blame the Jack Daniels I have!
It started with me saying that I'd love to join him in a sauna, something which I haven't done with him or anyone else I may hasten to add. I would be most concerned about suffocating whilst giving him an outstanding blow job. Oh and the the fact that all that humidity would totally ruin my hair.
It was a very hot msn exchange, I can't pin point exactly why, but there is something about him, maybe it the cheeky smile, or even the fact that he really is a dirty boy, who knows exactly what to say to make me want to slip my hand in my knickers - no matter where I am or what I am doing. It doesn't help that the picture he has on his msn profile makes him look so naughty and fuckable I cant help but think naughty, nasty thoughts when we're online. On more than one occasion I have cum extremely hard when chatting online to him.
Anyway it did get me thinking about where I have done it that isn't shall we say a traditional place for fucking i.e bed, sofa, floor, kitchen worktop, stairs, bath, shower, dinning room table - These are all pretty normal aren't they?
Anyway it got me thinking, firstly about how sorry I feel for those couples who have got to the point in their relationship where the only place they ever have sex is in bed.
How's it go? Bog standard missionary, her on top and then doggy to finish. How do I know this, possibly because I used to be stuck in a relationship with Mr 'I don't try anything new' for us and for a lot of couples out there sex means no variations no rampant need to rip each others clothes off in the kitchen and do it hard and fast up against the worktop.
It also got me thinking about what if not strange then alternative places I had done the deed. So I started going back over my sexual history - and believe me that was scary!
Having lost my virginity at 16 theres a fair few years of fucking to get through, about 5 or 6 girly holidays which potentially means 14 shags a time - doesn't everyone go on holiday and get fucked every which way for 2 weeks at some stage between the ages of 18 and about 25! Two summers of working abroad in my early 20's so that's potentially 8 weeks of shagging in distinctly bizarre places.
I tried to draw up a short list, but couldn't decide which was the most if not bizarre then odd or awkward places.
I came up with the usual suspects, swimming pool, jacuzzi, in the car, against the car, on the beach, on the front of a boat, on a train, pub toilets, chillout areas in clubs and hedges at raves, in fields at parties. I came up with so many that I really couldn't fit them all into one post, so I thought that this one could be a series of strange places!
Going back over my sexual past I thought as far back as I could and one of the first odd places I could come up with, had to be the alleyway leading down to the grave yard in my hometown. I was probably about 18 or 19 I had been in the pub with the girls. I can't remember why we were all home for the weekend, it was a hot night so it could have been a Bank Holiday or a drunken BBQ weekend - they happened a lot, still do in fact main difference is that we are all a lot older, can afford more booze and and we are defiantly no wiser!
We were in the pub, strangely the pub that I later worked in. Even then we all had filthy minds and had probably been discussing various sexual acts in the drunken way that girls do. During the course of the evening the local hottie - ironically on of the few blonde's I have ever got hot and wet in the knickers over, he caught my eye and I caught his!
We spent the rest of the night flirting - yes flirting I am quite good at that I do believe.
We had skirted the issue of whether we were going to fuck each other or not. Towards the end of the evening, I was standing at the bar waiting to be served, I think it was last orders (remember those days, when last orders was at 11.00 pm) the bar was rammed and he came up behind me put his hand down round my waist and grabbed my pussy through my jeans, whispering in my ear "That's mine later" well what could I say, I wanted him to undo my jeans there and then, sit me up on the bar and fuck me hard.
Immediately my mind started working overtime, where the hell was I going to fuck him? Taking him home to my parents house could be a mistake. Theres no way I was going to hold back, I wanted to give him a shag fest that he would remember for a while - even back then I was a bit of a naughty girl!
There was no way I was going back to his, he shared a flat with what seemed to be about 10 other blokes and back then there was no way I would consider any of them joining in! Getting the last round I went back to my friends and bingo the solution popped into my head, one of my oldest friends who was with us, parents were away, simple me and him, front room floor, job done. She was OK with it, she had pulled a hottie as well so she would be doing pretty much the same thing.
As we all left the pub, everyone did their usual and headed down the road, the High Street was packed with pissed people - god I miss 11.30 kick out, everyone meeting in town and messing about, traffic cones, climbing lamp posts the usual drunken antics of a Friday or Saturday night.
As we were all heading back to my friends house, we decided to stop and get some chips - drunk and young, has to be done.
Whilst we were queueing up his hands were wandering and so were mine, back in them days I thought nothing of sliding my hand hands inside a pair of jeans for a handful of cock, no matter where I was or who was watching (these days I'd be a little more subtle). But I guess I've always been a bit of an exhibitionist when it comes to sex!
Anyway wandering hands found one of the hardest biggest cocks I had, had the fortune to come across back then, wrapping my hand around it, I heard him groan in my ear, I realised that he was a lot hornier than I had thought and the thought of that cock in those jeans, was making me very wet at the thought of what we were going to get up to later. I knew that there was no way we were waiting to get back to my friends house.
All thoughts of chips were forgotten, both us us wanted sex and we wanted it now! Grabbing my hand he dragged me out of the take away and straight down the alleyway just down the road. Within seconds we were kissing, hard hot heavy kisses, as clothes were loosened and jeans undone. I didn't care that my jeans were round my ankles in a dirty alleyway and cared even less when they came off completely leaving me standing there in heels and my knickers his mouth working its way down my body.
Now I'm a girl that loves a good licking, but it wasn't the time or place, I wanted to feel that hard cock that I had got a feel of, inside me hard and fast. Quickly though I realised that we weren't actually that far down the alleyway and that anyone walking past could quite possibly see what we were doing! Now these days the idea of someone maybe seeing and watching (preferably with their cock in hand) would make it all the better, but back then I was a little more reserved, only a little, but enough to not want to be caught fucking someone down an alleyway. Grabbing his hand and stopping to pick up my jeans I dragged him further down the alleyway to find a nice metal railing fence and some grass, couldn't think for the life of me where we were but it seemed like a good idea.
Needless to say, within seconds I was being pushed forwards against the railings grabbing one in each hand as he slide his cock into me from behind, (yes a pattern is emerging, me and being fucked from behind LOVE IT). Immediately I was think wow this is big, the promise I had felt in the take-away was just a promise, it was huge. Huge indeed but so so good, pushing back onto his cock, taking as much as I could.
As my eyes adjusted to the moonlight, I could see that there was some kind of garden through the railings, a garden with lots of stone statues!
As he varied the angle slightly I could feel his cock rubbing on my g-spot, although back then I didn't know what it was possibly, but just knew it felt very very good. As he started fucking me harder and harder I let go of one of the railings to reach down and rub my clit, I was going to cum and I was going to cum hard!
As I started to cum I could hear my friends at the top of the alleyway calling us. At that point I couldn't have care less if they had all wandered down the alley and joined in.
As I started to cum hard, we both fell down onto our knees, him pumping hard feeling my pussy griping him hard, and pretty soon pulling out to shoot his load all over my arse cheeks.
As I caught my breath I looked right in front of me and noticed what was right in front of me just through the railings - a big stone with writing on it! When I was standing up it had been below my eye line, but now at ground level, there it was a bloody gravestone! The nice garden with its stone statues was the graveyard.
I could hear footsteps coming and my friends giggling, now I love my friends and since then we have on more than one occasion been in the same room as each other whilst being very very naughty (a holiday thing again) but back then I really didn't fancy the idea of them finding me on my knees by the graveyard with my cum running down my thighs and his cum splattered over my arse cheeks! I figured it would take them about 2 minutes to get down to where we were and I had to try and get my jeans back on over my shoes!
Needless to say I just about managed it, but it was still very obvious what we had been doing. Best Friends hottie looked at my hottie and gave him the laddish yeah nice one wink.
So yes I have over the years had sex in some unusual and sometime naughty places, and do you know what? I hope there will be many, many more.
Please god (and I don't ever ask him for much) don't ever let me become one of those woman who only has sex in bed! Please let Mr Right when he eventually turns up, be as sexually adventurous as me, and I'm not just talking 'hey darling lets do it with the lights on tonight' I mean the passion of looking at each other on a night out and thinking 'lets do it now.' Someone who will come up behind me in the kitchen and push me up against the worktop and fuck me hard, or help me out in the shop changing room, when my zip gets stuck!
xxxxxxx
It started with me saying that I'd love to join him in a sauna, something which I haven't done with him or anyone else I may hasten to add. I would be most concerned about suffocating whilst giving him an outstanding blow job. Oh and the the fact that all that humidity would totally ruin my hair.
It was a very hot msn exchange, I can't pin point exactly why, but there is something about him, maybe it the cheeky smile, or even the fact that he really is a dirty boy, who knows exactly what to say to make me want to slip my hand in my knickers - no matter where I am or what I am doing. It doesn't help that the picture he has on his msn profile makes him look so naughty and fuckable I cant help but think naughty, nasty thoughts when we're online. On more than one occasion I have cum extremely hard when chatting online to him.
Anyway it did get me thinking about where I have done it that isn't shall we say a traditional place for fucking i.e bed, sofa, floor, kitchen worktop, stairs, bath, shower, dinning room table - These are all pretty normal aren't they?
Anyway it got me thinking, firstly about how sorry I feel for those couples who have got to the point in their relationship where the only place they ever have sex is in bed.
How's it go? Bog standard missionary, her on top and then doggy to finish. How do I know this, possibly because I used to be stuck in a relationship with Mr 'I don't try anything new' for us and for a lot of couples out there sex means no variations no rampant need to rip each others clothes off in the kitchen and do it hard and fast up against the worktop.
It also got me thinking about what if not strange then alternative places I had done the deed. So I started going back over my sexual history - and believe me that was scary!
Having lost my virginity at 16 theres a fair few years of fucking to get through, about 5 or 6 girly holidays which potentially means 14 shags a time - doesn't everyone go on holiday and get fucked every which way for 2 weeks at some stage between the ages of 18 and about 25! Two summers of working abroad in my early 20's so that's potentially 8 weeks of shagging in distinctly bizarre places.
I tried to draw up a short list, but couldn't decide which was the most if not bizarre then odd or awkward places.
I came up with the usual suspects, swimming pool, jacuzzi, in the car, against the car, on the beach, on the front of a boat, on a train, pub toilets, chillout areas in clubs and hedges at raves, in fields at parties. I came up with so many that I really couldn't fit them all into one post, so I thought that this one could be a series of strange places!
Going back over my sexual past I thought as far back as I could and one of the first odd places I could come up with, had to be the alleyway leading down to the grave yard in my hometown. I was probably about 18 or 19 I had been in the pub with the girls. I can't remember why we were all home for the weekend, it was a hot night so it could have been a Bank Holiday or a drunken BBQ weekend - they happened a lot, still do in fact main difference is that we are all a lot older, can afford more booze and and we are defiantly no wiser!
We were in the pub, strangely the pub that I later worked in. Even then we all had filthy minds and had probably been discussing various sexual acts in the drunken way that girls do. During the course of the evening the local hottie - ironically on of the few blonde's I have ever got hot and wet in the knickers over, he caught my eye and I caught his!
We spent the rest of the night flirting - yes flirting I am quite good at that I do believe.
We had skirted the issue of whether we were going to fuck each other or not. Towards the end of the evening, I was standing at the bar waiting to be served, I think it was last orders (remember those days, when last orders was at 11.00 pm) the bar was rammed and he came up behind me put his hand down round my waist and grabbed my pussy through my jeans, whispering in my ear "That's mine later" well what could I say, I wanted him to undo my jeans there and then, sit me up on the bar and fuck me hard.
Immediately my mind started working overtime, where the hell was I going to fuck him? Taking him home to my parents house could be a mistake. Theres no way I was going to hold back, I wanted to give him a shag fest that he would remember for a while - even back then I was a bit of a naughty girl!
There was no way I was going back to his, he shared a flat with what seemed to be about 10 other blokes and back then there was no way I would consider any of them joining in! Getting the last round I went back to my friends and bingo the solution popped into my head, one of my oldest friends who was with us, parents were away, simple me and him, front room floor, job done. She was OK with it, she had pulled a hottie as well so she would be doing pretty much the same thing.
As we all left the pub, everyone did their usual and headed down the road, the High Street was packed with pissed people - god I miss 11.30 kick out, everyone meeting in town and messing about, traffic cones, climbing lamp posts the usual drunken antics of a Friday or Saturday night.
As we were all heading back to my friends house, we decided to stop and get some chips - drunk and young, has to be done.
Whilst we were queueing up his hands were wandering and so were mine, back in them days I thought nothing of sliding my hand hands inside a pair of jeans for a handful of cock, no matter where I was or who was watching (these days I'd be a little more subtle). But I guess I've always been a bit of an exhibitionist when it comes to sex!
Anyway wandering hands found one of the hardest biggest cocks I had, had the fortune to come across back then, wrapping my hand around it, I heard him groan in my ear, I realised that he was a lot hornier than I had thought and the thought of that cock in those jeans, was making me very wet at the thought of what we were going to get up to later. I knew that there was no way we were waiting to get back to my friends house.
All thoughts of chips were forgotten, both us us wanted sex and we wanted it now! Grabbing my hand he dragged me out of the take away and straight down the alleyway just down the road. Within seconds we were kissing, hard hot heavy kisses, as clothes were loosened and jeans undone. I didn't care that my jeans were round my ankles in a dirty alleyway and cared even less when they came off completely leaving me standing there in heels and my knickers his mouth working its way down my body.
Now I'm a girl that loves a good licking, but it wasn't the time or place, I wanted to feel that hard cock that I had got a feel of, inside me hard and fast. Quickly though I realised that we weren't actually that far down the alleyway and that anyone walking past could quite possibly see what we were doing! Now these days the idea of someone maybe seeing and watching (preferably with their cock in hand) would make it all the better, but back then I was a little more reserved, only a little, but enough to not want to be caught fucking someone down an alleyway. Grabbing his hand and stopping to pick up my jeans I dragged him further down the alleyway to find a nice metal railing fence and some grass, couldn't think for the life of me where we were but it seemed like a good idea.
Needless to say, within seconds I was being pushed forwards against the railings grabbing one in each hand as he slide his cock into me from behind, (yes a pattern is emerging, me and being fucked from behind LOVE IT). Immediately I was think wow this is big, the promise I had felt in the take-away was just a promise, it was huge. Huge indeed but so so good, pushing back onto his cock, taking as much as I could.
As my eyes adjusted to the moonlight, I could see that there was some kind of garden through the railings, a garden with lots of stone statues!
As he varied the angle slightly I could feel his cock rubbing on my g-spot, although back then I didn't know what it was possibly, but just knew it felt very very good. As he started fucking me harder and harder I let go of one of the railings to reach down and rub my clit, I was going to cum and I was going to cum hard!
As I started to cum I could hear my friends at the top of the alleyway calling us. At that point I couldn't have care less if they had all wandered down the alley and joined in.
As I started to cum hard, we both fell down onto our knees, him pumping hard feeling my pussy griping him hard, and pretty soon pulling out to shoot his load all over my arse cheeks.
As I caught my breath I looked right in front of me and noticed what was right in front of me just through the railings - a big stone with writing on it! When I was standing up it had been below my eye line, but now at ground level, there it was a bloody gravestone! The nice garden with its stone statues was the graveyard.
I could hear footsteps coming and my friends giggling, now I love my friends and since then we have on more than one occasion been in the same room as each other whilst being very very naughty (a holiday thing again) but back then I really didn't fancy the idea of them finding me on my knees by the graveyard with my cum running down my thighs and his cum splattered over my arse cheeks! I figured it would take them about 2 minutes to get down to where we were and I had to try and get my jeans back on over my shoes!
Needless to say I just about managed it, but it was still very obvious what we had been doing. Best Friends hottie looked at my hottie and gave him the laddish yeah nice one wink.
So yes I have over the years had sex in some unusual and sometime naughty places, and do you know what? I hope there will be many, many more.
Please god (and I don't ever ask him for much) don't ever let me become one of those woman who only has sex in bed! Please let Mr Right when he eventually turns up, be as sexually adventurous as me, and I'm not just talking 'hey darling lets do it with the lights on tonight' I mean the passion of looking at each other on a night out and thinking 'lets do it now.' Someone who will come up behind me in the kitchen and push me up against the worktop and fuck me hard, or help me out in the shop changing room, when my zip gets stuck!
xxxxxxx
Sunday, 17 May 2009
CAN A WOMAN EVER BE TRULY DOMINANT?
Dominatrix, a term we have all heard. Visions of stern looking women in black leather basques with whips and chains. Stilettos squashing cocks, humiliation. Is that really what domination is about?
To me domination isn't about the physical - whipping and humiliation. Surely that's more about BDSM. For me domination is more about getting into someones head, getting them to do what I want, when I want it, to think about me not themselves. Knowing that at one word from me they will drop everything and attend to my every whim.
But I worry can women ever be truly dominant, isn't there an element to us that wants our man to wrap us in their arms and ravish us occasionally? To throw us down on the bed and do to us the things that we secretly want but like to imagine we are being forced to do.
Most women these days have an element of the dominant in us, and most of our men are very happy with that. Who doesn't want to throw their man back on to the bed and tie him up with silk scarves whilst we do all kinds of naughty things to him, knowing secretly that he's loving every minute of it. Just by the woman going on top and riding her man hard, isn't that in itself is another form of dominance.
One of my favourite fantasies (yes another one) is imagining a man standing in the corner watching me as I masturbate. He has no control over the situation, sometimes his hands are even tied behind his back, but I prefer to think of him being obedient and standing there of his own free will watching, knowing that if he pleases me the rewards will be great. He always has his cock out hard and a little drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip to show just how much he wants to join in but can't, or rather wouldn't dare.
Watching as I slowly run my hands over my breasts, teasing my nipples with my finger nails, pulling hard o them watching them getting harder and harder, the friction sending signals to my pussy making me wet and ready. My legs slowly opening so that he hasull view of my pussy lips opening and the glistening trail of my wetness. Watching as my hands drift down and start to play teasing my clit. My fingers rubbing and thrusting inside my wet pussy, to be joined by one of my favourite toys, knowing that he is wishing that it was his cock filling my wet pussy instead of the toy, the thought if it making his cock harder and his balls tighten.
Well that in itself is to me a kind of dominance, taking my own pleasure whilst my man stands there helpless wanting more than anything to join in but knowing that he can't do anything until I say so.
One of my special facebook friends, (for special facebook friends read person I actually really want to fuck) he loves nothing more than me telling him what to do. He loves the idea of me dominating him, but not in the kinky cock squashing kind of way (well at least he hasn't mentioned that yet, maybe he's just building up the courage to ask me) but the fact that I am in charge - I say if he gets to cum, and if he does how and where. Only allowing him to take his pleasure after he's pleasured me for hours on end with his fingers and tongue.
Sometimes its not even about actual fucking but the fact that I have allowed him to pleasure me. And hey we could all do with a man like that occasionally. On more than one occasion we have shared heated text and phone sessions, and we both get hot and horny during them. The last one was a steamy Sunday exchange and he got so turned on listening to me masturbating, neither of us saying much, just listening to me taking my own pleasure. Even though I couldn't see him I knew he would be rock hard, but wouldn't touch it until I said so and he didn't but I like listening just as much as he does and decided to go again myself whilst listening to him taking his pleasure as I told him how to touch and tease his cock, and heard him calling out my name as he came hard, imagining he was shooting it all over my tits.
Now as you should all be starting to realise I have a very very vivid imagination, so vivid in fact that I love nothing better than putting my fantasies down on paper. On more than one occasion now, I have written something special for particular people, some of which I would never share publicly, but in this case I think he(the same friend)would rather get off on the fact that I have made public what I wrote for him, after all I AM IN CHARGE!
I am sitting at my desk in a vast office, the decor is ultra modern, all glass, chrome and mirrors, in front of my desk is a large glass conference table. Leaning back in my chair with the phone pressed to my ear, my legs resting on the desk, my skirt has risen slightly and the tops of my stocking are just visible.
As I look over to the right a glass partition allows me to look straight into the outer office, where my assistants are sat at their desks, working away at their computers, all except you, you have the phone to your ear and you are in the middle of an obviously very heated conversation. Looking up, you see me watching you and you blush slightly, from your desk you have a perfect view of my legs, and can see the tops of my stockings and a flash of creamy thigh as I move slightly. Immediately you feel your cock starting to harden, just at the thought of what is under my skirt. You have not long been working for me, and you feel slightly ashamed at having such dirty thoughts about your new boss, you never realised that working for a hot sexy woman would be so difficult. In the 6 weeks you have been here, your cock has never seen so much hand action, each night, wanking it long and hard thinking up different dirty scenarios in your head of what it would be like to fuck me, or even just be allowed to lick me out anything to satisfy the craving you have for my pussy.
I know you’re watching and I like it, I shift slightly in my chair sliding further down, my legs opening just a little. My skirt has risen higher and now you can clearly see the tops of my stockings and my parted thighs. Straining your eyes you are desperately trying to see what is further up, trying to get just a glimpse of my pussy and you know you will need to make a trip to the toilet to re-arrange yourself.
Trying to regain your composure, you look away concentrating on the telephone call instead, but you can’t resist looking up every now and then to see if I have revealed any more. The voice on the other end of the phone is getting more and more irate, and you are unsure as to what you should do.
A security guard walks through the door into your office, “There’s a bit of a disturbance downstairs in the lobby, two women are protesting and say they won’t go until they’ve seen whoever is responsible for that add campaign, I’ve tried getting rid of them but they won’t shift.” The irate voice on the other end of the phone is also complaining about the same campaign, which has generated a lot of interest with people saying its sexist making men look all powerful and women as the lowly down trodden housewife, or dogsbody. And worst of all it was put out there by a woman – me. The caller gives up trying to be put through to me and slams the phone down on you.
Seeing the guard I buzz through to the outer office “Martin what is going on out there, I’m in the middle of an important call here.” Quickly you explain what the guard has told you, “Right tell the guard, to bring these ladies up here will you, lets sort this out now.” With that I swing my legs down off the desk and sit up in my chair, checking my lipstick and hair in the mirrored wall opposite me.
I start applying more lipstick, you love watching me do it, there’s something very erotic about it, watching its progress round my mouth and the resulting red glossy pout, you have imagined so many times that redness wrapped around the end of your cock, sliding down your shaft. You can feel yourself starting to harden again.
The guard comes back and with him are two women both wearing very hippyish clothes with long straight blonde hair, but both very attractive in a pure girl next door kind of way. Standing up trying your hardest to disguise your swelling cock, you escort them through the door, I get up from my desk and walk round to the big table asking them to take a seat and sitting down at the table with them myself. As I cross my legs you once again get a glimpse of the top of my stockings and a tiny bit of thigh, you are struggling now to control the hardness that is developing in your boxers, wishing that you were wearing tighter, more restrictive pants, your growing hardness pushing at the waist band of your boxers, clearly visible to me as I am looking straight at you. “That will be all Martin” as you leave the office I push a button and a long curtain swishes into place blocking your view.
Sitting back down you see that the other two assistants have gone out for lunch and you are all alone, not being able to resist you reach down and rub your cock through your trousers, it’s so hard you know that it would only take a few minutes for you to cum, but as no-one else is here you can’t even sneak off to the toilet for a quick wank.
After about 15 minutes the buzzer goes again, “Martin please re-join us and could you please grab the box that is in the bottom drawer on Tom’s desk and bring it with you.” Tom is my other assistant and he has been with me much longer, you sometimes get jealous of the amount of time he spends in my office alone with me, the curtains drawn. You have imagined all kinds of things that we are doing when we are alone in there, him fucking me on the big table, or bent over the desk. Grabbing the box, you can hear things rolling around in it as you walk towards the office.
“Ah Martin, let me introduce you this is Jade and Crystal and they seem to think that my latest campaign is making men look too powerful, I need your help to show them that it isn’t the case and that in this office I am very much in charge.” Reaching over and pulling the box that you have put on the table towards me, I take off the lid and your eyes nearly burst out of your head, inside is a pair of handcuffs and a variety of sex toys, vibrators, double ended dildos, butt plugs, love eggs everything you have ever imagined. Taking out the hand cuffs I get up from the table and walk towards you, “Hands behind your back Martin” you hesitate, not knowing how to react, “NOW” I shout, you feel the cuffs tighten over your wrists and then suddenly you are trapped. Standing in front of you I pull your shirt out of your trousers and then undo the trousers, they slide down your legs, quickly followed by your boxers which are already stained with the evidence of your growing excitement. “Ladies he’s all yours, if you want him, or we could have some fun with these whilst he watches” I say gesturing to the box of toys.
The two ladies immediately start helping each other out of their clothes, your mind racing, what the bloody hell were we discussing whilst you were out of the room that made this happen, they turn to each other and start teasing each other’s nipples, stroking each other’s bodies, leaning in to kiss each other. Reaching behind me and undo the zipper on my skirt, it falls down, leaving me standing there wearing just my blouse and stockings, immediately your eyes are drawn to the fact that my pussy is completely shaven, and you can’t wait till I open my legs slightly so you can get a better look at my pussy lips and wet dewy love hole.
Unfastening my blouse, but leaving it on, you can see my tits encased in red lace, rather than undoing it I lift my tits out of their lacy casing and tease my nipples with my fingers, getting really turned on at the sight of the two women playing with each other in front of me. Taking a big purple vibrator out of the box I sit back down on the chair, sliding forwards lifting my feet in their black stilettos up on to the desk, my pussy open and very wet indeed. So wet, you can see the juices running down between my arse cheeks, hot, juicy and so inviting. I don’t do anything with the toy I just sit there and watch the show that the ladies are giving us.
Reaching into the box one of them picks up the double ended dildo and puts one end of it in her mouth, sucking hard on it, lubricating it with her saliva. You can’t help yourself and let out a groan, imagining it’s your hard cock “No noise Martin or you’ll be getting that dildo yourself.” I say, the thought of it, huge and hard penetrating your tight arsehole terrifies you and excites you at the same time.
Taking the well lubricated dildo from her mouth Crystal pushes Jade back towards the table and down on it and lifting her feet to rest of the edge, her glistening pussy wide open, hairless apart from a small strip of blonde fluff, sliding her finger up and down the wet slit she pauses very quickly to rub the other girls rock hard clit, then slides the dildo as far as it will go into the warm waiting pussy of her friend.
“Suck it” I order you and moving forward you kneel down stumbling slightly without the use of your hands, leaning your head forward Crystal guides the huge latex cock towards your mouth, her other hand on the back of your head pushing you sliding your mouth over it, lubricating it with your own spit, pulling you off of it, she pushes you aside and taking the end of it, slides it between her legs teasing her clit with the end before pushing it deep into her own wet waiting pussy as she does so kneeling up onto the table pushing Jade further back so that they are both in the middle of the glass table, you slump backwards onto your feet, your thighs tight, your cock hard, watching them both chasing their own pleasure either end of the monstrously large dildo, which is much larger than any cock you’ve ever seen. Both of them are starting to reach their orgasm their moans and groans getting louder, their breathing rapid.
By now pre cum is oozing out of your cock, you feel so hard that you think you will burst, your balls high and tight, aching to release a mammoth load. The handcuffs rubbing your wrists as you fight the need to touch yourself and release all that sticky cum.
Looking over to me you see my finger nails painted red to match my lips, sliding in and out of my pussy, circling my clit, my other hand busy stimulating my nipples one at a time, pinching and rolling them between my fingers, moving my hand from my pussy I grab hold of the large vibe and slide it up and down my slit, the low vibration teasing my clit, rubbing it hard before sliding it deep and hard into my wet hole, starting off nice and slow, I increase the pace fucking myself harder and faster, my hips moving forward to meet it, pushing myself further and further towards my orgasm, you can see my juices running out, the vibrator slick with them, getting wetter and wetter, till finally I throw my head back and let out a deep low moan, the force of my orgasm pushing the big toy out of me falling to the floor. Reaching down I tease my clit gently riding the last waves of my orgasm.
Now you desperately need to cum, but more than that you want to touch me, you have lost any interest in the two women who are writhing on the table, you want to bend down and lick the juices off my pussy, cleaning me up, before sliding your tongue deep into me fucking me with your tongue before filling me with your hardness. The thought of this sends you over the edge and you feel your balls tighten as the cum starts spurting out of you, your head back as it cascades down your stomach covering your thighs, it feels like it will never end.
Standing up, I walk across to you straddling you one leg either side of your thighs. In my heels my pussy is just out of reach in your slumped position, grabbing hold of your shirt I pull you up onto your knees again and grind my pussy into your face, your tongue darts out trying to feel and taste as much as you can, sliding it inside me, flicking my clit. Holding on to your shoulders with one hand the other hand is once again pulling on my nipples, suddenly I pull back, “turn sideways” I order, as you shuffle round on your knees you look to the side and realise that at some point I have pressed the button that opens the curtains, and there in the outer office is Tom my senior assistant, standing by the glass with his cock in his hand wanking hard. Before you have the chance to protest I grab your head and push it back between my legs, and although the idea of him watching is weird you can’t resist sliding your tongue in again.
Jade and Crystal have both climbed off the table and are slowly getting back into their clothes, “Suck my clit” I say pushing your head further into me, “So ladies, do you still think that I’m into giving men all the power.” I ask them, they walk over to us and both lean in, one taking one of my nipples each, gently sucking before moving upwards and kissing me at the same time, looking up you can see our three tongues, flicking against each other. Only briefly, “No, we were very wrong about you”, they say picking up their things and leaving the office. As they leave, I take a step back leaving you kneeling there your tongue still slightly out.
Walking behind you I release your hands from the cuffs, “You can go now, I knew when I hired you that you were just the man for the job, I knew that you would fit in so well here” I say and walking to the door I open it or you to leave, “And Tom, is so pleased because he gets to actually fuck me now, one day I might let you to. Tom could you come in please”
Getting to your feet you try and pull your boxers up quickly before he walks in and sees your cum all over your thighs and your cock deflating, as you are walking through the door “Oh and Martin remember in future you don’t go and wank in the toilets unless I say you can, is that clear. Now shut the door and get on with some work.” As you sit back down you can see Tom sliding his cock into me, I haven’t shut the curtains and you realise that you will have to sit there and watch him fuck me, and hope that one day you will be allowed to as well. Maybe there are some perks to working for a woman after all.
It definitely worked for him that naughty scenario that I came up with and do you know what - it really works for me, even now reading through it again I am sitting here with a throbbing pussy and a need to find a man I can order to make me cum hard.
But do you know what, despite that I think a little part of me thinks that occasionally, only occasionally mind you, I quite like the idea of being ravished long and hard by a big strong man.
xxxxxxxxx
To me domination isn't about the physical - whipping and humiliation. Surely that's more about BDSM. For me domination is more about getting into someones head, getting them to do what I want, when I want it, to think about me not themselves. Knowing that at one word from me they will drop everything and attend to my every whim.
But I worry can women ever be truly dominant, isn't there an element to us that wants our man to wrap us in their arms and ravish us occasionally? To throw us down on the bed and do to us the things that we secretly want but like to imagine we are being forced to do.
Most women these days have an element of the dominant in us, and most of our men are very happy with that. Who doesn't want to throw their man back on to the bed and tie him up with silk scarves whilst we do all kinds of naughty things to him, knowing secretly that he's loving every minute of it. Just by the woman going on top and riding her man hard, isn't that in itself is another form of dominance.
One of my favourite fantasies (yes another one) is imagining a man standing in the corner watching me as I masturbate. He has no control over the situation, sometimes his hands are even tied behind his back, but I prefer to think of him being obedient and standing there of his own free will watching, knowing that if he pleases me the rewards will be great. He always has his cock out hard and a little drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip to show just how much he wants to join in but can't, or rather wouldn't dare.
Watching as I slowly run my hands over my breasts, teasing my nipples with my finger nails, pulling hard o them watching them getting harder and harder, the friction sending signals to my pussy making me wet and ready. My legs slowly opening so that he hasull view of my pussy lips opening and the glistening trail of my wetness. Watching as my hands drift down and start to play teasing my clit. My fingers rubbing and thrusting inside my wet pussy, to be joined by one of my favourite toys, knowing that he is wishing that it was his cock filling my wet pussy instead of the toy, the thought if it making his cock harder and his balls tighten.
Well that in itself is to me a kind of dominance, taking my own pleasure whilst my man stands there helpless wanting more than anything to join in but knowing that he can't do anything until I say so.
One of my special facebook friends, (for special facebook friends read person I actually really want to fuck) he loves nothing more than me telling him what to do. He loves the idea of me dominating him, but not in the kinky cock squashing kind of way (well at least he hasn't mentioned that yet, maybe he's just building up the courage to ask me) but the fact that I am in charge - I say if he gets to cum, and if he does how and where. Only allowing him to take his pleasure after he's pleasured me for hours on end with his fingers and tongue.
Sometimes its not even about actual fucking but the fact that I have allowed him to pleasure me. And hey we could all do with a man like that occasionally. On more than one occasion we have shared heated text and phone sessions, and we both get hot and horny during them. The last one was a steamy Sunday exchange and he got so turned on listening to me masturbating, neither of us saying much, just listening to me taking my own pleasure. Even though I couldn't see him I knew he would be rock hard, but wouldn't touch it until I said so and he didn't but I like listening just as much as he does and decided to go again myself whilst listening to him taking his pleasure as I told him how to touch and tease his cock, and heard him calling out my name as he came hard, imagining he was shooting it all over my tits.
Now as you should all be starting to realise I have a very very vivid imagination, so vivid in fact that I love nothing better than putting my fantasies down on paper. On more than one occasion now, I have written something special for particular people, some of which I would never share publicly, but in this case I think he(the same friend)would rather get off on the fact that I have made public what I wrote for him, after all I AM IN CHARGE!
I am sitting at my desk in a vast office, the decor is ultra modern, all glass, chrome and mirrors, in front of my desk is a large glass conference table. Leaning back in my chair with the phone pressed to my ear, my legs resting on the desk, my skirt has risen slightly and the tops of my stocking are just visible.
As I look over to the right a glass partition allows me to look straight into the outer office, where my assistants are sat at their desks, working away at their computers, all except you, you have the phone to your ear and you are in the middle of an obviously very heated conversation. Looking up, you see me watching you and you blush slightly, from your desk you have a perfect view of my legs, and can see the tops of my stockings and a flash of creamy thigh as I move slightly. Immediately you feel your cock starting to harden, just at the thought of what is under my skirt. You have not long been working for me, and you feel slightly ashamed at having such dirty thoughts about your new boss, you never realised that working for a hot sexy woman would be so difficult. In the 6 weeks you have been here, your cock has never seen so much hand action, each night, wanking it long and hard thinking up different dirty scenarios in your head of what it would be like to fuck me, or even just be allowed to lick me out anything to satisfy the craving you have for my pussy.
I know you’re watching and I like it, I shift slightly in my chair sliding further down, my legs opening just a little. My skirt has risen higher and now you can clearly see the tops of my stockings and my parted thighs. Straining your eyes you are desperately trying to see what is further up, trying to get just a glimpse of my pussy and you know you will need to make a trip to the toilet to re-arrange yourself.
Trying to regain your composure, you look away concentrating on the telephone call instead, but you can’t resist looking up every now and then to see if I have revealed any more. The voice on the other end of the phone is getting more and more irate, and you are unsure as to what you should do.
A security guard walks through the door into your office, “There’s a bit of a disturbance downstairs in the lobby, two women are protesting and say they won’t go until they’ve seen whoever is responsible for that add campaign, I’ve tried getting rid of them but they won’t shift.” The irate voice on the other end of the phone is also complaining about the same campaign, which has generated a lot of interest with people saying its sexist making men look all powerful and women as the lowly down trodden housewife, or dogsbody. And worst of all it was put out there by a woman – me. The caller gives up trying to be put through to me and slams the phone down on you.
Seeing the guard I buzz through to the outer office “Martin what is going on out there, I’m in the middle of an important call here.” Quickly you explain what the guard has told you, “Right tell the guard, to bring these ladies up here will you, lets sort this out now.” With that I swing my legs down off the desk and sit up in my chair, checking my lipstick and hair in the mirrored wall opposite me.
I start applying more lipstick, you love watching me do it, there’s something very erotic about it, watching its progress round my mouth and the resulting red glossy pout, you have imagined so many times that redness wrapped around the end of your cock, sliding down your shaft. You can feel yourself starting to harden again.
The guard comes back and with him are two women both wearing very hippyish clothes with long straight blonde hair, but both very attractive in a pure girl next door kind of way. Standing up trying your hardest to disguise your swelling cock, you escort them through the door, I get up from my desk and walk round to the big table asking them to take a seat and sitting down at the table with them myself. As I cross my legs you once again get a glimpse of the top of my stockings and a tiny bit of thigh, you are struggling now to control the hardness that is developing in your boxers, wishing that you were wearing tighter, more restrictive pants, your growing hardness pushing at the waist band of your boxers, clearly visible to me as I am looking straight at you. “That will be all Martin” as you leave the office I push a button and a long curtain swishes into place blocking your view.
Sitting back down you see that the other two assistants have gone out for lunch and you are all alone, not being able to resist you reach down and rub your cock through your trousers, it’s so hard you know that it would only take a few minutes for you to cum, but as no-one else is here you can’t even sneak off to the toilet for a quick wank.
After about 15 minutes the buzzer goes again, “Martin please re-join us and could you please grab the box that is in the bottom drawer on Tom’s desk and bring it with you.” Tom is my other assistant and he has been with me much longer, you sometimes get jealous of the amount of time he spends in my office alone with me, the curtains drawn. You have imagined all kinds of things that we are doing when we are alone in there, him fucking me on the big table, or bent over the desk. Grabbing the box, you can hear things rolling around in it as you walk towards the office.
“Ah Martin, let me introduce you this is Jade and Crystal and they seem to think that my latest campaign is making men look too powerful, I need your help to show them that it isn’t the case and that in this office I am very much in charge.” Reaching over and pulling the box that you have put on the table towards me, I take off the lid and your eyes nearly burst out of your head, inside is a pair of handcuffs and a variety of sex toys, vibrators, double ended dildos, butt plugs, love eggs everything you have ever imagined. Taking out the hand cuffs I get up from the table and walk towards you, “Hands behind your back Martin” you hesitate, not knowing how to react, “NOW” I shout, you feel the cuffs tighten over your wrists and then suddenly you are trapped. Standing in front of you I pull your shirt out of your trousers and then undo the trousers, they slide down your legs, quickly followed by your boxers which are already stained with the evidence of your growing excitement. “Ladies he’s all yours, if you want him, or we could have some fun with these whilst he watches” I say gesturing to the box of toys.
The two ladies immediately start helping each other out of their clothes, your mind racing, what the bloody hell were we discussing whilst you were out of the room that made this happen, they turn to each other and start teasing each other’s nipples, stroking each other’s bodies, leaning in to kiss each other. Reaching behind me and undo the zipper on my skirt, it falls down, leaving me standing there wearing just my blouse and stockings, immediately your eyes are drawn to the fact that my pussy is completely shaven, and you can’t wait till I open my legs slightly so you can get a better look at my pussy lips and wet dewy love hole.
Unfastening my blouse, but leaving it on, you can see my tits encased in red lace, rather than undoing it I lift my tits out of their lacy casing and tease my nipples with my fingers, getting really turned on at the sight of the two women playing with each other in front of me. Taking a big purple vibrator out of the box I sit back down on the chair, sliding forwards lifting my feet in their black stilettos up on to the desk, my pussy open and very wet indeed. So wet, you can see the juices running down between my arse cheeks, hot, juicy and so inviting. I don’t do anything with the toy I just sit there and watch the show that the ladies are giving us.
Reaching into the box one of them picks up the double ended dildo and puts one end of it in her mouth, sucking hard on it, lubricating it with her saliva. You can’t help yourself and let out a groan, imagining it’s your hard cock “No noise Martin or you’ll be getting that dildo yourself.” I say, the thought of it, huge and hard penetrating your tight arsehole terrifies you and excites you at the same time.
Taking the well lubricated dildo from her mouth Crystal pushes Jade back towards the table and down on it and lifting her feet to rest of the edge, her glistening pussy wide open, hairless apart from a small strip of blonde fluff, sliding her finger up and down the wet slit she pauses very quickly to rub the other girls rock hard clit, then slides the dildo as far as it will go into the warm waiting pussy of her friend.
“Suck it” I order you and moving forward you kneel down stumbling slightly without the use of your hands, leaning your head forward Crystal guides the huge latex cock towards your mouth, her other hand on the back of your head pushing you sliding your mouth over it, lubricating it with your own spit, pulling you off of it, she pushes you aside and taking the end of it, slides it between her legs teasing her clit with the end before pushing it deep into her own wet waiting pussy as she does so kneeling up onto the table pushing Jade further back so that they are both in the middle of the glass table, you slump backwards onto your feet, your thighs tight, your cock hard, watching them both chasing their own pleasure either end of the monstrously large dildo, which is much larger than any cock you’ve ever seen. Both of them are starting to reach their orgasm their moans and groans getting louder, their breathing rapid.
By now pre cum is oozing out of your cock, you feel so hard that you think you will burst, your balls high and tight, aching to release a mammoth load. The handcuffs rubbing your wrists as you fight the need to touch yourself and release all that sticky cum.
Looking over to me you see my finger nails painted red to match my lips, sliding in and out of my pussy, circling my clit, my other hand busy stimulating my nipples one at a time, pinching and rolling them between my fingers, moving my hand from my pussy I grab hold of the large vibe and slide it up and down my slit, the low vibration teasing my clit, rubbing it hard before sliding it deep and hard into my wet hole, starting off nice and slow, I increase the pace fucking myself harder and faster, my hips moving forward to meet it, pushing myself further and further towards my orgasm, you can see my juices running out, the vibrator slick with them, getting wetter and wetter, till finally I throw my head back and let out a deep low moan, the force of my orgasm pushing the big toy out of me falling to the floor. Reaching down I tease my clit gently riding the last waves of my orgasm.
Now you desperately need to cum, but more than that you want to touch me, you have lost any interest in the two women who are writhing on the table, you want to bend down and lick the juices off my pussy, cleaning me up, before sliding your tongue deep into me fucking me with your tongue before filling me with your hardness. The thought of this sends you over the edge and you feel your balls tighten as the cum starts spurting out of you, your head back as it cascades down your stomach covering your thighs, it feels like it will never end.
Standing up, I walk across to you straddling you one leg either side of your thighs. In my heels my pussy is just out of reach in your slumped position, grabbing hold of your shirt I pull you up onto your knees again and grind my pussy into your face, your tongue darts out trying to feel and taste as much as you can, sliding it inside me, flicking my clit. Holding on to your shoulders with one hand the other hand is once again pulling on my nipples, suddenly I pull back, “turn sideways” I order, as you shuffle round on your knees you look to the side and realise that at some point I have pressed the button that opens the curtains, and there in the outer office is Tom my senior assistant, standing by the glass with his cock in his hand wanking hard. Before you have the chance to protest I grab your head and push it back between my legs, and although the idea of him watching is weird you can’t resist sliding your tongue in again.
Jade and Crystal have both climbed off the table and are slowly getting back into their clothes, “Suck my clit” I say pushing your head further into me, “So ladies, do you still think that I’m into giving men all the power.” I ask them, they walk over to us and both lean in, one taking one of my nipples each, gently sucking before moving upwards and kissing me at the same time, looking up you can see our three tongues, flicking against each other. Only briefly, “No, we were very wrong about you”, they say picking up their things and leaving the office. As they leave, I take a step back leaving you kneeling there your tongue still slightly out.
Walking behind you I release your hands from the cuffs, “You can go now, I knew when I hired you that you were just the man for the job, I knew that you would fit in so well here” I say and walking to the door I open it or you to leave, “And Tom, is so pleased because he gets to actually fuck me now, one day I might let you to. Tom could you come in please”
Getting to your feet you try and pull your boxers up quickly before he walks in and sees your cum all over your thighs and your cock deflating, as you are walking through the door “Oh and Martin remember in future you don’t go and wank in the toilets unless I say you can, is that clear. Now shut the door and get on with some work.” As you sit back down you can see Tom sliding his cock into me, I haven’t shut the curtains and you realise that you will have to sit there and watch him fuck me, and hope that one day you will be allowed to as well. Maybe there are some perks to working for a woman after all.
It definitely worked for him that naughty scenario that I came up with and do you know what - it really works for me, even now reading through it again I am sitting here with a throbbing pussy and a need to find a man I can order to make me cum hard.
But do you know what, despite that I think a little part of me thinks that occasionally, only occasionally mind you, I quite like the idea of being ravished long and hard by a big strong man.
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