I decided to treat myself to new batteries... I do love that feeling when you forgot how intense it could be. I disappeared into the shower as the rest of the house was a hive of activity.... just as I was about to come the husband came in the bathroom! FFS! He didn't notice I was fucking myself silly and the shower noise drowned out the dull buzzing noise coming from between my legs.
He left and I returned to the matter in hand. I mentally tied myself back up and awaited my holes being abused then.... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO... the vibrator died... god rest its soul. I have to face it, whilst its only a year old it was probably meant to be for occasional use only. Kind of like buying a house hold washer to use in the launderette! I need an industrial one next time.
So I'm a tad more than frustrated and about to get a house full of guests. I cant stop thinking of sex and wanting to cum, it's a tad distracting when you're making the Sunday dinner and all I want to do is ride the handle of the potato masher or spank myself silly with the spatula!
Off to find the rolling pin I think!
Sunday, 7 February 2010
Friday, 5 February 2010
have I ever been flogged you ask...
yes!
2 occasions...
1st was at the start of my adventure, spanking has always been a turn on for me but I had never done it. I had been speaking to an older guy Michael. So not my type but he was kind, fun and happy to share thoughts and experience and he fed my curiosity. We spoke for months and one day we spoke he asked me to dinner... only dinner, he understood I did not fancy him. Husband was away and kids were staying out so I thought dinner would be good. We met at a little Italian and spent a good few hours chatting over dinner. He shared some tales about his fetish for corporal punishment and the spank groups he went to.
He walked me back to the car and made me an offer.... he would let me experience being spanked, caned and flogged and want no more from me. His argument was sound, he wanted to show me how much pleasure could be gained from it been done properly and he would ensure I knew how it should be done so I didn't get put off by an inexperienced person hurting me. I was game for it and turned on my heels. Within 5 mins we had a room and he disappeared to his car and arrived back with a gym bag.
He reiterated that he wanted nothing more and that he would not touch me any more than I asked. with that said he told me to lift my skirt and bend over and hold the edge of the desk.
It was better than I thought. The first stinging sensation on my ass was heavenly. I wanted more. He kept checking I was ok and asking if I wanted him to stop, instead I begged for more.
I removed my skirt and he repositioned me on the bed. He tied my hands softly, it was clear it was for my mental pleasure as i could of removed my hands with ease. It worked. He started to whip me gently with a birch, each light tap delivered a sting and it just caught my lips and sent sensations through my clit. I was so close to cumming and he knew it.
He switch to a soft leather cat o nine tails and the leather beat of my by now dripping cunt and lips. I came so hard mmmmm
2nd
I made a good friend, he is a master, who is on the swing site. We spoke for months he was interested in my opinion as a newby to the scene on different matters and he was a good sounding board. He works in my industry and after a few months I had the occasion to call on his expertise and advice. I called round for a coffee and he offered to show me his wares. He was hosting a munch later that week so everything was out in the back room ready. He had more toys that the local sex shop! It was great fun trying to work out what half of them were for but I was most taken by his vast collection of whips and floggers.
He had at least a dozen bought ones then a dozen that he had made. I tried each on my leg but he was a gent and offered to let me try them on my ass!
I lifted my skirt and allowed him to deliver 5 of each. I was so aroused at the end but did my best not to show it as I know he was keen to do more and I wasn't... I'm a fussy fucker... I have to fancy and connect with someone to get intimate with them. My fav was a home made one he had, it was made from a collection of that decorative straw you pout in vases. He had bound a hand full together, the mix of the sting the caress and the noise was very very powerful.... I asked for 10 more of them then head back off to work.
I got as far as around the corner then masturbated in the car until I came.
Thursday, 4 February 2010
1st swing party ever
It was last summer, me and M were meant to be going but he had to make his excuses last minute. I hate to let people down and I was alone for the night so thought I would have a look. Curiosity had the better of me.
I had no idea what to wear or what the protocol was on these occasion, I called JJ who was hosting the party, he promised to look after me and that I could just observe and socialise. I felt more comfortable with that in mind. JJ was a nice guy I'd met for coffee a few time before, he had good experience in the swing scene and and loved the clubs and parties.
I picked out some naughty undies, a corset and satin French knicks, my fav laboutins and applied shimmering cream to my tanned smooth legs. I added a classy dress on top and grabbed a bottle of vodka out of the cabinate. I arrived at his late. I didnt want to be the first, I wanted to get lost in a crowd. JJ had told me about 10 couples were going 3 single males and 4 females..... 6 couples, 3 single males and me was the truth! I felt like I had the words dinner on my forehead the way the room looked at me. The single bisexual female at a party, I was on every ones wish list.
I headed straight to the kitchen and poured a very very large vodka. Then ran to the back door to join the smokers, I needed a subtle introduction to the crowd. Before I went in the main room I think quarter of the vodka had gone. As I walked in a lady followed behind me, I hadn't paid much attention to her as I was too focused on breathing at this stage. Then the room focused on her as she offered oral sex to any one, male or female. The men moved towards her to take her up on her offer. One guy scooped her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, 2 other followed.
The vodka was working and I started to relax. A lady, about 35, dark hair in a striking bob, pretty, pert boobs, wearing a little black baby doll,walked up to me and unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. I could feel myself get instantly wet. She kissed my neck then walked away to get a drink. I followed her and we kissed some more. JJ came in to check if i was ok but I could see him stall at the doorway and stop to watch. She hand ran between my thighs and then parted my lips. It felt heavenly, I was so aroused.
JJ came up behind the woman and held her breast while rubbing himself against her. she suggested we went to a room.... I declined... I wasn't ready for that. I hadn't done group sex and despite my enjoyment of this moment I was still petrified and feeling vunerable, let alone worried all the guys wouldn't fancy me.
They went off to a room and as they turned the corner JJ shouted back for me to just watch... I grabbed a drink and followed.
I spent the rest of the night going room to room watching, at times touching myself for my own pleasure but of course entertaining anyone that caught site of me.
it was about 3am when I found a room and hid under the duvet and swiftly fell asleep, just as well as I had a flight to Europe to catch at 11. at 7 JJ arrived in my room with a coffee and an erection asking which one I wanted and which one i needed. I laughed and went go to the bathroom but as i stood up and collapsed and hit the floor with a thud. FUCK! i couldn't work out what was wrong, I felt like I was swimming.
JJ burst out laughing and opened the windows and came to help me at the same time call me a daft tart.
The room I'd slept in had 3 bottles of poppers that had been left open... Id spent the night inhaling it. I must add i was horny as hell despite the slight distress and the bump on the head. JJ gave excellent first aid. He lay me on the bed and kiss me better.... all over my clit until i came.
I had no idea what to wear or what the protocol was on these occasion, I called JJ who was hosting the party, he promised to look after me and that I could just observe and socialise. I felt more comfortable with that in mind. JJ was a nice guy I'd met for coffee a few time before, he had good experience in the swing scene and and loved the clubs and parties.
I picked out some naughty undies, a corset and satin French knicks, my fav laboutins and applied shimmering cream to my tanned smooth legs. I added a classy dress on top and grabbed a bottle of vodka out of the cabinate. I arrived at his late. I didnt want to be the first, I wanted to get lost in a crowd. JJ had told me about 10 couples were going 3 single males and 4 females..... 6 couples, 3 single males and me was the truth! I felt like I had the words dinner on my forehead the way the room looked at me. The single bisexual female at a party, I was on every ones wish list.
I headed straight to the kitchen and poured a very very large vodka. Then ran to the back door to join the smokers, I needed a subtle introduction to the crowd. Before I went in the main room I think quarter of the vodka had gone. As I walked in a lady followed behind me, I hadn't paid much attention to her as I was too focused on breathing at this stage. Then the room focused on her as she offered oral sex to any one, male or female. The men moved towards her to take her up on her offer. One guy scooped her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, 2 other followed.
The vodka was working and I started to relax. A lady, about 35, dark hair in a striking bob, pretty, pert boobs, wearing a little black baby doll,walked up to me and unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. I could feel myself get instantly wet. She kissed my neck then walked away to get a drink. I followed her and we kissed some more. JJ came in to check if i was ok but I could see him stall at the doorway and stop to watch. She hand ran between my thighs and then parted my lips. It felt heavenly, I was so aroused.
JJ came up behind the woman and held her breast while rubbing himself against her. she suggested we went to a room.... I declined... I wasn't ready for that. I hadn't done group sex and despite my enjoyment of this moment I was still petrified and feeling vunerable, let alone worried all the guys wouldn't fancy me.
They went off to a room and as they turned the corner JJ shouted back for me to just watch... I grabbed a drink and followed.
I spent the rest of the night going room to room watching, at times touching myself for my own pleasure but of course entertaining anyone that caught site of me.
it was about 3am when I found a room and hid under the duvet and swiftly fell asleep, just as well as I had a flight to Europe to catch at 11. at 7 JJ arrived in my room with a coffee and an erection asking which one I wanted and which one i needed. I laughed and went go to the bathroom but as i stood up and collapsed and hit the floor with a thud. FUCK! i couldn't work out what was wrong, I felt like I was swimming.
JJ burst out laughing and opened the windows and came to help me at the same time call me a daft tart.
The room I'd slept in had 3 bottles of poppers that had been left open... Id spent the night inhaling it. I must add i was horny as hell despite the slight distress and the bump on the head. JJ gave excellent first aid. He lay me on the bed and kiss me better.... all over my clit until i came.
Tuesday, 2 February 2010
the day I met HIM
foHe had messaged me on the swing site, he was coming to town on business and wanted to meet.
I had impressive verifications that essentially said I was classy, intelligent but dirty and insatiable... the thinking mans whore!
I was abrasive and cruel in my first few messages, something I often did, I got over 100 messages a day asking to meet me, coupled with the verifications I had exquisite pictures, abstract of me... my ankles restrained, my breasts held, never overly nude and explicit but enough to know I was a bad bad girl.
Id found out via emails that he had a foot fetish and adored BBW's, he wanted to explore his sexual side more and he liked the sound and look of me.
The night before he was due to fly in I decided I would at least do lunch, I hadn't planned to stay long but lunch with an attentive stranger can be fun. I went on cam to show me, I never saw him but I took his number and messaged him in the morning when he got to the airport that I would collect him and lunch was his treat.
It was a little after 1 when he landed, as I drove in to collect him I was so pleased, not only did he not look like an axe murderer, he looked even more attractive than his pics and as he got into the car he smelt so good.
We went for lunch. He talked, asked questions and flirted but I didn't hear any of it. I was too distract by him, the way he looked at me, this wasn't a 'meet' I felt like from the first moment he could see me, really the true me.
I dismissed this as my fantasy, I just so wanted to be seen as me. I offered to drive him to the hotel and awaited rejection, I asked if he wanted me. He smiled, looked confused as if I should of rejected him.
I remember so clearly the first time he touched me, I was changing gear, he grabbed my thigh, he looked and me and smiled.
We got to the hotel and checked in, he held my hand and kissed me in the lift, it was the first time I'd done this and not felt nervous, drunk or afraid it was so strange I felt like we had a connection.
Still trying to be cool and detached we got to the room I asked him to order water and ice and started to get undressed. I got down to my underwear and lay back on the bed.... that was the moment... he looked at me... he saw me... he wanted me. I can still see the way he looked at me when I recall that moment. It was the first time I'd ever experienced it, the husband has never looked at me that way.
Suddenly it was 7pm and I needed to leave.. we had enjoyed each other, full intercourse had been minimal but he had adored me, he had explored me, he had made me cum so much and shudder in his arms and I felt so at ease with him.
I got the feeling he was in awe of me, he was frightened of me and my sexual prowess, but after I showered and curled up on the bed with him in his arms I could feel him melt, I could feel that connection again.
He dressed me again, the moments spent fastening my ankle straps on my heels was one of the most sensual moments I have ever experienced. Again he saw me.
When I left the room I stood in the corridor for moments, lingering, hoping he would open the door again and come and get me. He didn't. We had talked about meeting again the next day but I heard nothing from him. I was so disappointed. I finished my last meeting at a little after 5 and call the husband to say I was on my way home, my next meeting was cancelled..... just as I arrived home he text... he was free... I wasn't.
I was away the next day and dismissed it all as a silly whim of mine and concentrated on the new project at work. BUT... that night I got the message I hoped for, he wanted me, he wanted more of me.
6 months on.... he is my lover
I had impressive verifications that essentially said I was classy, intelligent but dirty and insatiable... the thinking mans whore!
I was abrasive and cruel in my first few messages, something I often did, I got over 100 messages a day asking to meet me, coupled with the verifications I had exquisite pictures, abstract of me... my ankles restrained, my breasts held, never overly nude and explicit but enough to know I was a bad bad girl.
Id found out via emails that he had a foot fetish and adored BBW's, he wanted to explore his sexual side more and he liked the sound and look of me.
The night before he was due to fly in I decided I would at least do lunch, I hadn't planned to stay long but lunch with an attentive stranger can be fun. I went on cam to show me, I never saw him but I took his number and messaged him in the morning when he got to the airport that I would collect him and lunch was his treat.
It was a little after 1 when he landed, as I drove in to collect him I was so pleased, not only did he not look like an axe murderer, he looked even more attractive than his pics and as he got into the car he smelt so good.
We went for lunch. He talked, asked questions and flirted but I didn't hear any of it. I was too distract by him, the way he looked at me, this wasn't a 'meet' I felt like from the first moment he could see me, really the true me.
I dismissed this as my fantasy, I just so wanted to be seen as me. I offered to drive him to the hotel and awaited rejection, I asked if he wanted me. He smiled, looked confused as if I should of rejected him.
I remember so clearly the first time he touched me, I was changing gear, he grabbed my thigh, he looked and me and smiled.
We got to the hotel and checked in, he held my hand and kissed me in the lift, it was the first time I'd done this and not felt nervous, drunk or afraid it was so strange I felt like we had a connection.
Still trying to be cool and detached we got to the room I asked him to order water and ice and started to get undressed. I got down to my underwear and lay back on the bed.... that was the moment... he looked at me... he saw me... he wanted me. I can still see the way he looked at me when I recall that moment. It was the first time I'd ever experienced it, the husband has never looked at me that way.
Suddenly it was 7pm and I needed to leave.. we had enjoyed each other, full intercourse had been minimal but he had adored me, he had explored me, he had made me cum so much and shudder in his arms and I felt so at ease with him.
I got the feeling he was in awe of me, he was frightened of me and my sexual prowess, but after I showered and curled up on the bed with him in his arms I could feel him melt, I could feel that connection again.
He dressed me again, the moments spent fastening my ankle straps on my heels was one of the most sensual moments I have ever experienced. Again he saw me.
When I left the room I stood in the corridor for moments, lingering, hoping he would open the door again and come and get me. He didn't. We had talked about meeting again the next day but I heard nothing from him. I was so disappointed. I finished my last meeting at a little after 5 and call the husband to say I was on my way home, my next meeting was cancelled..... just as I arrived home he text... he was free... I wasn't.
I was away the next day and dismissed it all as a silly whim of mine and concentrated on the new project at work. BUT... that night I got the message I hoped for, he wanted me, he wanted more of me.
6 months on.... he is my lover
todays sex
Had a stressful day but had 30 mins to spare before collecting the kids... I love rough sex when I'm stressed. I used to text or call the husband and tell him to be ready to take me when I walked in the door before we had the kids. Just pull skirt up, pull panties aside and fuck me hard till I came.
But seeing as I was alone and me and the husband haven't had sex for god knows how long (but I'm counting in years since we had true intimacy), fucking was out of the question.
Just me and my (extensive)toy box, and a head full of filthy thoughts masturbation was the only option.
Last weeks naughty escapades have my imagination refueled with possibilities. I imagined him (the lover) tying my while I'm asleep and waking up with him feeding his cock inside me, too late to protest but wet and aching for him whether I want it or not.
I came twice.... then collected kids from school... a little less stressed x
Caught up with an old friend this morning, I shall send him a link to this and make him smile... I met him on the orgional site I joined almost 2 years ago. He met the tall, dark, intelligent and handsome quotas but we never did quite get it together despite our best efforts something always prevented us.... like my husband turning up at the pub we where at or the fit of giggles we got when underwear finally was being removed when at my office for a late night drink and a play, hoping we would finally consumate out friendship. But alas we never did get there we are purely voyeurs to each others sex lives and he has been a good friend and confidant when things have gone wrong... and may I add he says I give exceptional head!
But seeing as I was alone and me and the husband haven't had sex for god knows how long (but I'm counting in years since we had true intimacy), fucking was out of the question.
Just me and my (extensive)toy box, and a head full of filthy thoughts masturbation was the only option.
Last weeks naughty escapades have my imagination refueled with possibilities. I imagined him (the lover) tying my while I'm asleep and waking up with him feeding his cock inside me, too late to protest but wet and aching for him whether I want it or not.
I came twice.... then collected kids from school... a little less stressed x
Caught up with an old friend this morning, I shall send him a link to this and make him smile... I met him on the orgional site I joined almost 2 years ago. He met the tall, dark, intelligent and handsome quotas but we never did quite get it together despite our best efforts something always prevented us.... like my husband turning up at the pub we where at or the fit of giggles we got when underwear finally was being removed when at my office for a late night drink and a play, hoping we would finally consumate out friendship. But alas we never did get there we are purely voyeurs to each others sex lives and he has been a good friend and confidant when things have gone wrong... and may I add he says I give exceptional head!
Monday, 1 February 2010
filling in the gaps.... hot wax
early last year...I arrived in a submissive manner, nipples chained, but plug in. As i walked through the door I was met by a kiss. He reached down and checked to see I'd done as instructed. He swiftly cuffed my wrists and bend me over the back of the sofa and plundged into me.
Within minutes he had me on the verge of cuming. He had such a way with me, since meeting M I was discovering myself or he was discovering me. I was little older than him and lot more mature, but as for sexual experience he was well ahead.
Each time we met we pushed more boundaries, he never had to ask he seemed to know how far to push me and like wise for him as I had devloped a taste for spanking him.
This night when I was bent over, first time id trusted him to blindfold me and tie me. He had the tip of him cock resting in my ass and spanking me, making me beg for it.
He then pulled away and trickled ice water over my ass. It made me scream, taking my breath away, I so wasnt expecting it. Then it hit, the warm loving sting of wax as it was poured over my ass. He pushed inside just as the wax began to cool and fucked me so hard while pulling my hair, my cum was litterally running down my legs.
Within minutes he had me on the verge of cuming. He had such a way with me, since meeting M I was discovering myself or he was discovering me. I was little older than him and lot more mature, but as for sexual experience he was well ahead.
Each time we met we pushed more boundaries, he never had to ask he seemed to know how far to push me and like wise for him as I had devloped a taste for spanking him.
This night when I was bent over, first time id trusted him to blindfold me and tie me. He had the tip of him cock resting in my ass and spanking me, making me beg for it.
He then pulled away and trickled ice water over my ass. It made me scream, taking my breath away, I so wasnt expecting it. Then it hit, the warm loving sting of wax as it was poured over my ass. He pushed inside just as the wax began to cool and fucked me so hard while pulling my hair, my cum was litterally running down my legs.
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