Sexual adventures of a married woman

Sunday, 28 February 2010

I'm back! but no high heels for a while

Got back early this morning, brought bags in door, went straight upstairs and got in shower and scrubbed the remains of sun lotion and sand of me. Threw myself on the bed and lay contemplating the silence. Husband away and the children staying at my parents house for next 2 nights as I have a wild debauched day planned. Haven't had privacy for a week as sharing a suite of roons with the children and my mother so not ideal to masturbate. Especially as my mother sees no need to knock when entering any room even the bathroom when doing my ablutions!

One morning though I engineered a chance to go back to the room alone and enjoy 5 minutes of delight. I came as the cleaner was knocking on the door and was turning the handle to enter. I was just getting back off the bed and adjusting myself as he came in. I'm sure he could tell what I'd been doing. I went to the bathroom and sneaked a taste of my arousal before going back to being mum.

I decided last night to cum, I got my toy box out and played, I came so hard and burst into tears. it gave me a fright I didn't realise how wound up I must be. I lay there aching to be held.

I need HIM. HE arrives this time next week. Time to plan excuses and sneak away for 3nights of filthy pleasure. So many firsts we have planned again. Although at this moment I ache for just his touch and for HIM to be inside me so deep, so simply.

Aroused now and going to play again...

Oh and see my other blog 21yrs and no parole if you want to see full details of why I'm limping but in short fell down dislocated knee and knocked myself out!

Friday, 19 February 2010

Do I like pain?

Someone asked me today if I liked pain. Its a hard question to answer because I once said yes and regretted it. My lover, HIM, says he has never known anyone with such a tolerance for pain, I love to push the limits. HE understands me and can read me, we have trust and respect so we can let go and enjoy it. I love the feeling of surrender, the ability to give myself totally to someone, the feeling of release when I cum. The intensity of the feeling, the most gentle touch can be so powerful when you are in the right space together. When I first tried erotic pain I was with someone that cared for me and was experienced with it. He never over stepped the mark but instead he could read me and he coached me through it. I never once in 6months used our safe word. He always knew when to stop and how to get me to take more. BUT I foolishly thought that meant I would enjoy it with my next lover/partner/encounter. I arranged to meet someone I'd been speaking too for some time, he was in town working and I had

9 mins exactly

Traveling most of today so no time for self, but I did have a sneaky extra moment last night... I went to the sun bed salon, been having a few sessions this week to get a base for the holiday. As I was getting in the stand up booth, as the door swung open, it caught my nipple piercing... ouch! but then its mmmmmmmmm Immediately I was aroused, well more than normal! thank god for my bullet, it deserves a knighthood for services to woman kind, it has saved so many bad sex sessions and added value to many more! and I'm sure I'm not alone in recognising its worth Anyway... I grabbed the bullet and got in the standing tan booth and rested it against my clit closing my lips over it. I then reached for the arm straps, they have in these boothes, they hang from the ceiling, supposed to help you with your all over tan, but for now they served as props in my fantasy, they were my restraints, I was a slave, being flogged and abused. Thank god for the music they play in that place and the noise of the machines

HNT

sometimes actions speak louder than words x

todays sex - friday

Off on holiday tomorrow so left office early determined to get some alone time before I go away.

Knowing I didn't have long I was scrabbling in handbag for bullet as I went through the door, I was in desperate need of a pee but figured it would add to the pleasure if I made myself wait. I quickly striped and found myself a cheeky pair of heels and lay on the bed. I started playing but was aching for cock. My handbags was near me and I could see my Coco Chanel can peaking out and swiftly slipped it in my wet cunt and proceeded to fuck myself with it. In seconds I was mentally tied over a table legs tied apart and being played with by anyone in the room who cared to do so.

I was being spanked fisted and fuck until I came so delightfully. I squirted over the bottom of the can.

I have decided to pack the bullet for my holiday, lets hope I don't get stopped going through security with a bullet in my handbag! although I think they will blush more than me.