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.

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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.

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