So much for writing about gorgeous work shagging throughout November.. my life is taking a hectic turn at the moment, work is so busy this time of year and I’m currently buying my first house so I am frantically buying furniture and furnishings for it… all this before Christmas, but I do intend to keep the blog going and tonight I have a few stolen a moments.
Right where was I? Oh yes, I had failed to keep the work and shagging thing going with the premature Martin and someone else had got my attentions, just for a short while.
On some days my work would bring me into the warehouse where I would inspect the ladies wear before it was despatched to the high street.
A girl would have to be thick skinned to venture into the warehouse, it was not a place for the innocent or weak hearted as like all warehouses across the UK is was a haven for gentle sexual harassment and down right cheekiness. I liked it.
“Corr, Julie’s arse looks the bollocks in that skirt”
“That’s it bend over love, so I can see yer tits”
“Fuckinell, I bet she gets her pants on prescription” (to an over weight lady)
“Do you have an inny or an outy?” referring to the size of one’s labia
“I wonder if she takes it up the Garry Glitter?”
“I was doing Janice last night and she did a right good fanny-fart”
Where regular whispers that could be heard across the rails in the warehouse and no doubt the filthy minded warehousemen were the source and any pretty girl that wondered through was subjected to a wolf whistle or a clever sexual innuendo.
I enjoyed in the banter and gave as good as I got, I secretly marvelled at the top less page three models that had been torn out of the Mirror or The Sun that sprawled the decaying walls above the desk where they slurped strong mugs of tea and ate huge bacon rolls whilst reading The Sport or deciding what horses to back that weekend.
The lorry drivers would come and go, join in the bacon and baked bean culture, perv on you, then piss off to deliver their loads. They were usually old boys, delivering textiles since the 60’s from a time when the textile industry was booming in the UK but someone new had been coming by, a boy my age and what I considered “a nice bit of rough”
I soon learned that the new “bit of rough” was Ben, the factory manager’s son who owned his own distribution company that had been given a few contacts to perv on you, join in the bacon and baked bean culture then piss off.
I liked the fact that Ben was the factory manager’s son, because the factory manager was, what I call a grade A cunt. I rarely use the “C” word but this freak of nature brought me to use it. He was a narrow minded-bigot, an Alf Garnet type character, a wind up merchant and I found myself enter in many an argument with him about him and his shallow opinions. Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to shag the living day-lights out of his precious son, with his moralistic views, sweet kinky revenge I planned.
Let the flirting commence and it did, we exchanged telephone numbers and he rang.
“Im just off junction XX, come and meet me”
“O.K”
Now it wasn’t all about revenge on the factory manager, I did find Ben sexy, he had thick dark wavy hair to his chin, chisel cheek bones another big man to fuck my 4’ll and (then) size 8 tiny 21 year old frame. He wasn’t as brash as the others, he was cheeky but wasn’t offensive, a tad more class, but rugged and strong.
Another aspect was that I had always fantasized about fucking in a lorry after watching a pornographic film when pre pubescent, I could say that, that was my first mental sexual experience and has been great wank material ever since.
So we met in his 7.5 tonner and we fucked, he found it a bit surprising that we did it on our first encounter, after I’d given the usual little miss innocent blag during working hours, but I don’t want to write about my first experience with Ben .. as things got a lot hotter and he became an ultimate fuck-buddy that summer.
“I’m just coming off junction XX, NO PANTS” He’d demand
“O.K” Like I had a choice
Denim mini skirt – check (fashionable then)
No top – Check
Denim Jacket, buttoned up – Check
Pig tails – Check
Virgin style pussy smooth & bold – Check
Teenage ankle socks – Check
Teenage trainers – Check
No pants – Check
Hope to Christ I don’t have an accident –Check
So we’d meet down a dark slip road somewhere after he finished his day on the road and he’d move over to the passenger seats, we’d gently chat and then he’d sexily kiss me, pulling me on him so I am straddling him.
Despite him just finishing work and being covered in grease which was a contrast from my just showered freshness, he smelt natural and masculine, not of odour – I breathed him.
God he was hard already feeling his cock through his oil stained jeans, likening the feeling of his denim against my panti-less pussy. Kissing him more, stroking his face admiring those chisel cheek bones and the days dirt that graced them made his eyes greener and gave him that weathered look
He started un-buttoning tightly fitted jacket, whilst I’m gyrating my pussy over his hard on through his jeans, which is riding my skirt up over my arse, my nipples are exposed to the cool night air and he stokes through my cleavage with this rough oil stained hands.
“No bra either!” he celebrates by licking over my pert tits that are covered in goose bumps. My head roles back with the tingling sensation that travels down my spine and I run my hands through his dark waves of hair.
I stand on the seats before him, raising one knee to the side of his head.
“I cannot believe it, your not wearing any pants!”
“You did ask” I giggled
He muzzles my fresh-ness, between my legs, pulling me to his mouth.
“Fuck me, its bold as well, you’ve shaved your cunt, your such a dirty bitch!”
He then ravishes me, sucking , teasing my clit until his tongue reaches between each lip, I gyrate myself again over his mouth and I can feel my juices, crawl to the side of my legs and over his tongue. I have a small spazm of an orgasm, moaning for him to fuck me as he licks my clit faster.
I sit back down on him, gently bouncing on him, “Ohh I want you to fuck me ” I beg, still feeling the hardness of him through his fly, pulling at his button holes, he assists releasing his stiff cock that I badly want to ride.
So I lower my shaven cunt down onto him, slowly, taking him wholly, breaking me in, it felt good and after a few rides up and down his shaft, I was moaning like a banshee, I then spun my self around so that I could fuck him cow-girl style, just like in the porn movie and he grabs for my tits, twisting and pulling at my nipples.
Wanking my clit as I’m riding him brings me so close to a mind blowing orgasm, but he wasn’t letting me do all the hard work, so he pushed me forwards onto the dash board, pulling my skirt over my arse where he caresses my peachy cheeks and slams his cock into me doggy style.
“Your such a great fuck” he says as he entering me again, his big frame makes me feel like rag doll as he roughly fucks me into the dash board, pulling pig tails and building up speed. “Oh that’s it Ben, fuck me” biting my bottom lip.
We both cum like that together, Ben pumping me full of cum and the moment I felt him squirting, it sent shivers down my spine, along with temporary blindness that I often suffer during the height of any good orgasm..
“Oh Ben, your making me cum” and I struggle to open my eyes as the pleasure takes over me, body and soul.
Revenge was bliss, we made love (arguable) and not war.
Sunday 18 November 2007
Sunday 11 November 2007
In the Cold Light of Day
The MD’s Right Hand Man Part 2
Back in the cold light of day with my colleague Martin, in the sobriety of the work place and things became predictably awkward without the booze, lace and his mothers kitchen work top
I am really not very good at mixing the three main lifestyle elements (work, men and
mates) I like to keep my personal life away from work to enable me to keep my options open and to avoid burning to many bridges in the process.
But I did fuck Martin twice more just to get him out of my system. The second time was similar to the first, where we went to his village pub and then back to his.
The third time was when we both attended a mutual colleague’s house warming party where we flirted throughout the evening and shared a taxi home, only it never reached my house because the snogging was far too excellent on the way home, so I made the driver stop at Martin’s first in hope that he would ask me in.
From what I remember, I was quite feisty from the moment we where alone after leaving the party, I seam to recall straddling him in the taxi, desperately squeezing his cock and sliding my hands into his fly hole.
Of course we were past the stage of buggering around in kitchen and headed straight upstairs, I may have pulled him to me on the stairs and I would have defiantly had his trousers down before we fell into his bedroom.
But the same thing always happened, Martin had a touch of premature ejaculation and despite trying his best to stop, he would cum within minutes of any kind of penetration.
I don’t know if it was a common “problem” for him but I don’t think the over excitement and my feisty-ness helped. If I wanted something more with Martin, I would have definitely helped him control his “problem” by taking things slower and by reassuring him that I was satisfied.
I do find it extremely sexy when a man cannot control himself though, when he cums within moments of you doing your thing, he obviously finds you overwhelmingly sexy and I take that as a compliment, it makes me feel powerful, but innocently without acting the demanding dominatrix
But I wasn’t intending on sticking around, the cold light of day was getting to much for me and although Martin was happy with the situation in the work place, I found myself ignoring him not because of his “problem” I just found the whole situation embarrassing without the darkness in secret which gave me sexual confidence to be passionate, or a seducer and anyway…. someone else had caught my eye.
Back in the cold light of day with my colleague Martin, in the sobriety of the work place and things became predictably awkward without the booze, lace and his mothers kitchen work top
I am really not very good at mixing the three main lifestyle elements (work, men and
mates) I like to keep my personal life away from work to enable me to keep my options open and to avoid burning to many bridges in the process.
But I did fuck Martin twice more just to get him out of my system. The second time was similar to the first, where we went to his village pub and then back to his.
The third time was when we both attended a mutual colleague’s house warming party where we flirted throughout the evening and shared a taxi home, only it never reached my house because the snogging was far too excellent on the way home, so I made the driver stop at Martin’s first in hope that he would ask me in.
From what I remember, I was quite feisty from the moment we where alone after leaving the party, I seam to recall straddling him in the taxi, desperately squeezing his cock and sliding my hands into his fly hole.
Of course we were past the stage of buggering around in kitchen and headed straight upstairs, I may have pulled him to me on the stairs and I would have defiantly had his trousers down before we fell into his bedroom.
But the same thing always happened, Martin had a touch of premature ejaculation and despite trying his best to stop, he would cum within minutes of any kind of penetration.
I don’t know if it was a common “problem” for him but I don’t think the over excitement and my feisty-ness helped. If I wanted something more with Martin, I would have definitely helped him control his “problem” by taking things slower and by reassuring him that I was satisfied.
I do find it extremely sexy when a man cannot control himself though, when he cums within moments of you doing your thing, he obviously finds you overwhelmingly sexy and I take that as a compliment, it makes me feel powerful, but innocently without acting the demanding dominatrix
But I wasn’t intending on sticking around, the cold light of day was getting to much for me and although Martin was happy with the situation in the work place, I found myself ignoring him not because of his “problem” I just found the whole situation embarrassing without the darkness in secret which gave me sexual confidence to be passionate, or a seducer and anyway…. someone else had caught my eye.
Monday 5 November 2007
Lipstick Review
Saturday:
I arrive at Ronnie’s, were going to a bonfire party.
He comes over to hug me.
“Let’s do it” He enthusiasts, gyrating his pelvis into mine.
“We haven’t done it all week, with it being "woman’s week” He groans.
Ronnie won’t touch me with a barge pole if the painters are in or if Manchester are playing at home so to speak.
“Oh Ronnie, not before we go out, Iv just had a shower and washed my hair.. I’m all ready to go” I whine.
“Later, when we get back?” I grin
“But my balls are bursting, I really need an empty” He responds cheekily groping my arse through my jeans.
“Headers?” I compromise
I’ve never seen a boy drop his pants so fast.
So I’m down on my knees like the good Catholic girl that I am and sucking is hungry cock. I can tell he needs satisfaction because his cock is solid and his bollocks are like cricket balls.
I do my best to suck it as far down my throat as possible, moving up and down his shaft as I go. I try my up most to give him the best dirty, slutty blow job as possible to compensate for my temporary shag ban.
I then reach under to stroke his balls and anus, I can feel Ronnie spasm as I build up speed and gently rub his arse hole deeper. He then explodes whilst I’m wanking him over my tongue and during some alternating sucking. As forewarned there were lots of hot messy cum over my tongue, lips and chin. I gulp back what I can– Gosh, I love lots of cum, it’s so dirty!
As we were going out I rectified myself in the mirror and to my amazement my lipstick was still on perfect. This Maybelline 16 hour wear lippy is fantastic for blow jobs. “The Jiz resistant lippy” I giggled, imagining the advertising slogan whilst wiping a blob of spunk from the corner of my mouth.
I did have to remove the spunk from my chin with a tissue but other than that I was perfectly fine to mix with children at the Bonfire Party.
Later on I traditionally ate my second sausage of the evening, a delicious hot dog from one of the stalls. I went to bed quite tipsy without removing my “face” and when I awoke the next day, the lippy was very visible and still in perfect place.
If I was a scruffy bastard I could have gone out like that.
So ladies – the Maybelline 16 hour wear is very true to its word, whether you need it for that all day long lasting effect which is great if you’re a lazy bugger like me that cannot be arsed to top up throughout the day or for that ever last porn star look then this really is the lippy is for you.
Tried and tested by yours truley, I give you my word that it will out last any man .. and remember, yes your worth it.
Thursday 1 November 2007
The MD's Right-Hand-Man
It’s November so, office shag’s it is then.
I started my career as a technical assistant working in a design team developing ladies wear for the mass consumer market. The factory down stairs would then manufacture our designs and send the stock out to retail giants like ASDA and Next.
I liked working there, like all textile factories in the Midlands and in the North of England; it had a cosy atmosphere, there were always funny stories and office/factory banter. The whole place resembled that factory in Coronation Street except on a much larger scale. There was always plenty of gossip flying around and I liked the characters, it was the sort of place where you respected your elders in the midst of the 1960’s façade.
The place smelt of sexual tension, no one felt threatened by the cheeky sexual harassment and everyone was either giving or receiving it (except from the Ena Shaples type characters of course). The warehouse lads were the best at it and the MD was suspected of it and even he had been caught glimpsing down your top from time to time.
I was of course on the receiving end (with very little encouragement) and managed to get myself three very good fuck buddies in the two years that I worked there.
The first was Martin and he started a few months after me. I was cutting some patterns at my work bench one morning and the MD brought around this striking looking man, he was a big guy with thick dark hair, roman features and he was dressed immaculately in a swish Armani suit.
“This is Martin, he is will be working along side me on new business projects and he starts today” the MD bellowed through the department, whilst glimpsing down my top.
We all welcomed Martin but I felt something embarrassing happen. I couldn’t hide it, I could’nt lie, the fact that I instantly found him attractive was no longer a mental observation and I could feel my feelings project from my sick little mind and beam through my eyes and over my face. It became more embarrassing when I got the same notions from him, he seamed to notice me from the moment he entered the room and when he continued to look on in my direction then that sent me redder and redder…
So Martin soon joined our pie and mash down-to earth culture and the redness occurred each time he entered the room. I managed to drop the barrier after a few weeks and we got to know each other in our daily work life. The polite conversations developed to flirting and so on until he finally asked me out.
“Lets go for a drink” he asked sort of insinuating that it would be only on friends-only terms.
What a bull-shitter I thought, I still put on my lacy hold ups and shaved my pussy in preparation for our date.
So I met him in his village pub and I got slightly drunk. As the Stella Artois stole my inhibitions I leaned to kiss him which brought tingling to my groin as I breathed him – god I love the smell of a fresh man.
“Ummm, lets go back to mine” he shouts through the noise of the drunken revellers.
So we walk the quaint streets of the village and arrive at his mums house and I find myself in a small dark kitchen with only limited room that naturally brought us in close proximity if each other.
So we kissed again in the dark kitchen but with the moon being our only light source, I breathed him again.
“I’ve been waiting for this for so long” he whispers in between short affectionate kisses.
Things get hot and passionate and all that staring at one another was now being put into super fast action.
“Fancy going upstairs?” he plunges whilst rolling his hands over my chest and midriff
“Do you think we should? first time we’ve been out and everything” Not wanting to appear easy and getting him back for all that “just friends” bollocks.
But I cannot resist saying it coyly with my naughty grin and I stumble back into the kitchen cupboards. He follows me, snogging me into them and slotting his legs between mine. He picks me up, sitting me in front of him on top of the work surface and I widen my legs so that he can get real close to me.
He unbuttons my blouse frantically like I child opening a birthday present, sliding in his hand over my erect nipples.
“This is naughty, think we should?” still trying to keep up the frigid pretence but starting to rub my crotch over his crotch region.
My words and body were taking two completely different languages.
“Of course, we’ve been dying for it haven’t we, we both deserve this now” he replies between each deep and sensual kiss.
I fail to say anymore as I can feel his erection booming through his trousers which is digging into me and that just sends me over the edge. I tug his belt and unlock it as fast as I could, unzipping to remove his splendour. Scraping my high heels against his back legs I lean back clutching his bigger than average ample cock.
He peels up my pencil skirt to my thighs were he sees my lacy hold ups and black slut pants all hot and ready for action. I sense he likes it as his cock pulsates in my hand so I lay back pulling the lace to the side and stroke my clit for invitation.
He pushes his cock into my hungry cunt and the pain is marvellous as his cock is completely in me for the first time. I shudder and temporarily go blind as waves of pain and pleasure grow through me.
“God its big” I could hardly say the words, biting my bottom lip.
I want more so I bend my knees bringing my feet up and grip hold of the counter so I can drive myself deeper into him and I start moaning like this is all I’ve ever wanted which was miles away from that Little Miss Frigid persona five minutes earlier.
He quickly covers my mouth with his hand and reminds me that his mother is in bed, so we silently fuck on the kitchen work top fighting to stop my moans from escaping.
The fuck was getting faster and we were both getting close after such a short time but I was unable to prevent myself from exploding and my chest arched uncontrollably as the electric current shot through my spine and down my legs. I then felt Martins cum on my lace and I look down to marvel at it erupting like a volcano over my belly. His face looked flushed but content and we then went to bed.
The next day I crawled away in shame in dread of the cold light of day in the office.
I started my career as a technical assistant working in a design team developing ladies wear for the mass consumer market. The factory down stairs would then manufacture our designs and send the stock out to retail giants like ASDA and Next.
I liked working there, like all textile factories in the Midlands and in the North of England; it had a cosy atmosphere, there were always funny stories and office/factory banter. The whole place resembled that factory in Coronation Street except on a much larger scale. There was always plenty of gossip flying around and I liked the characters, it was the sort of place where you respected your elders in the midst of the 1960’s façade.
The place smelt of sexual tension, no one felt threatened by the cheeky sexual harassment and everyone was either giving or receiving it (except from the Ena Shaples type characters of course). The warehouse lads were the best at it and the MD was suspected of it and even he had been caught glimpsing down your top from time to time.
I was of course on the receiving end (with very little encouragement) and managed to get myself three very good fuck buddies in the two years that I worked there.
The first was Martin and he started a few months after me. I was cutting some patterns at my work bench one morning and the MD brought around this striking looking man, he was a big guy with thick dark hair, roman features and he was dressed immaculately in a swish Armani suit.
“This is Martin, he is will be working along side me on new business projects and he starts today” the MD bellowed through the department, whilst glimpsing down my top.
We all welcomed Martin but I felt something embarrassing happen. I couldn’t hide it, I could’nt lie, the fact that I instantly found him attractive was no longer a mental observation and I could feel my feelings project from my sick little mind and beam through my eyes and over my face. It became more embarrassing when I got the same notions from him, he seamed to notice me from the moment he entered the room and when he continued to look on in my direction then that sent me redder and redder…
So Martin soon joined our pie and mash down-to earth culture and the redness occurred each time he entered the room. I managed to drop the barrier after a few weeks and we got to know each other in our daily work life. The polite conversations developed to flirting and so on until he finally asked me out.
“Lets go for a drink” he asked sort of insinuating that it would be only on friends-only terms.
What a bull-shitter I thought, I still put on my lacy hold ups and shaved my pussy in preparation for our date.
So I met him in his village pub and I got slightly drunk. As the Stella Artois stole my inhibitions I leaned to kiss him which brought tingling to my groin as I breathed him – god I love the smell of a fresh man.
“Ummm, lets go back to mine” he shouts through the noise of the drunken revellers.
So we walk the quaint streets of the village and arrive at his mums house and I find myself in a small dark kitchen with only limited room that naturally brought us in close proximity if each other.
So we kissed again in the dark kitchen but with the moon being our only light source, I breathed him again.
“I’ve been waiting for this for so long” he whispers in between short affectionate kisses.
Things get hot and passionate and all that staring at one another was now being put into super fast action.
“Fancy going upstairs?” he plunges whilst rolling his hands over my chest and midriff
“Do you think we should? first time we’ve been out and everything” Not wanting to appear easy and getting him back for all that “just friends” bollocks.
But I cannot resist saying it coyly with my naughty grin and I stumble back into the kitchen cupboards. He follows me, snogging me into them and slotting his legs between mine. He picks me up, sitting me in front of him on top of the work surface and I widen my legs so that he can get real close to me.
He unbuttons my blouse frantically like I child opening a birthday present, sliding in his hand over my erect nipples.
“This is naughty, think we should?” still trying to keep up the frigid pretence but starting to rub my crotch over his crotch region.
My words and body were taking two completely different languages.
“Of course, we’ve been dying for it haven’t we, we both deserve this now” he replies between each deep and sensual kiss.
I fail to say anymore as I can feel his erection booming through his trousers which is digging into me and that just sends me over the edge. I tug his belt and unlock it as fast as I could, unzipping to remove his splendour. Scraping my high heels against his back legs I lean back clutching his bigger than average ample cock.
He peels up my pencil skirt to my thighs were he sees my lacy hold ups and black slut pants all hot and ready for action. I sense he likes it as his cock pulsates in my hand so I lay back pulling the lace to the side and stroke my clit for invitation.
He pushes his cock into my hungry cunt and the pain is marvellous as his cock is completely in me for the first time. I shudder and temporarily go blind as waves of pain and pleasure grow through me.
“God its big” I could hardly say the words, biting my bottom lip.
I want more so I bend my knees bringing my feet up and grip hold of the counter so I can drive myself deeper into him and I start moaning like this is all I’ve ever wanted which was miles away from that Little Miss Frigid persona five minutes earlier.
He quickly covers my mouth with his hand and reminds me that his mother is in bed, so we silently fuck on the kitchen work top fighting to stop my moans from escaping.
The fuck was getting faster and we were both getting close after such a short time but I was unable to prevent myself from exploding and my chest arched uncontrollably as the electric current shot through my spine and down my legs. I then felt Martins cum on my lace and I look down to marvel at it erupting like a volcano over my belly. His face looked flushed but content and we then went to bed.
The next day I crawled away in shame in dread of the cold light of day in the office.
Tuesday 23 October 2007
Amen to the Men
Today: I finish work at 6, I am so pleased to be out of there, I walk over to the street where my car is parked. The bitter cold air is bleeding me. I hurry and get into the car but there's something wrong. The steering is all strange and I cannot steer, oh bollocks, I bet the tyre is flat. I pull over and my thoughts are confirmed when I see my flacid tyre is as flat as a witches tit. Naturally I call Ronnie, who only lives down the road and he sends his step father over who's a mechanic. I wait outside the car in the freezing temperatures, feeling useless, I open the boot to find the jack, a spare tyre and a screw driver-type thingy. I examine the jack, how does this work I ponder? and begin twisting the lever thingy. Cannot make it go up or down so I may as well just wait. My knight in greasy armour arrives faster than a super hero on speed. And within ten minutes flat after some jacking and screwing, alas! my car was now mobile again. I drove home with the pleasures of the heater on full, pounding into my face and down to my frozen feet. I felt secure in the world knowing that men exist. Not only can men repair flat tyres but have marvellous cocks as well. What amazing qualities I slightly envied, but it was a endearing warm thought and I smiled in my heart as I drove slightly over the speed limit. So I want to tribute this post to all the wonderful men that mend flat tyres and have nice cocks. Amen, thank the lord for each and every one of you. |
Monday 22 October 2007
On The Job
“Don’t dip your pen in the company ink”
“Don’t go fishing off the company pier”
“Don’t mix business with pleasure”
Are all recognisable warnings we have heard about having sexual relations with people who we work with or who we share a professional relationship. I can understand these warnings. It can be very awkward after you’ve had your fun and then you still have to maintain that professional relationship in the cold light of day. …. But pre office flirting and the secret shagging can be bloody fantastic!
I read somewhere that 43% of workers admitted to getting involved in a work related romance at some stage in their career, I, most certainly am a part of this soaring statistic and some of my favourite fuck memories are of people who I worked with.
I know feel it’s the right time to dish the dirt about my sordid experiences within the work arena and I will be blogging about this throughout November.
But first I want to revisit, what it is that I actually love about shagging my colleagues and as I’m shit at writing, Iv decided to put it in a list as usual.
1. Work can be a drab place, so if you have a possibility of a fuck buddy within your work place then this can really brighten your day, you’re both in the same boat and that can make the work place a breeding ground for striking up some exciting random play
2. The initial unknown of whether he/she fancies you, perhaps their just eye candy for now, but that’s great wank fodder when you get home after a busy day
3. Wondering, what he/she is like in bed
4. The flirting and excitement before you finally get it on
5. Naughty work emails
6. Christmas parties are a lot more fun
7. Excuse for buying new clothes and making sure that you look extra sexy in your corporate bitch suit
8. Sexual banter, harassment and other innuendos
9. If he works late, then so do you, getting through your work load, keeping your boss impressed with all the ‘‘extra’’ you’ve been doing.
10. Having a secret
11. Screwing the arse of them when you finally get him away from that retched place you both call work.
I’m sure that the cons list is a lot greater, but lets not focus on that for now, I would rather finish today’s post with my first work-shagging experience from a summer job I had of when I was just 15.
He was 18 and I worked in his father’s restaurant as a waitress during weekends and holidays. During one summer holiday, the boss’s son and I would start an hour earlier than our other colleagues to put the drinks delivery away.
All the booze was stored in a dusty cloak room at the rear of the restaurant and the boss’s son and myself would assist each other putting away the bottles of wine. We both got on really well and he impressed me naturally being 3 years older than me.
I cannot remember how our work- shagging began (even though we never actually did the full Monty) but I do remember heeling down on the store room floor, sliding the crates under the racks and unknown to me, my skirt wafted up, revealing my lacy stocking top, just as the boss’s son came in stumbling in with a crate of Britvic 55 tonic waters.
He pointed, laughed and made some cheeky comments about my exhibitionism and all I remember after that was sucking his cock in the store room. In fact every shift began like that after that, as soon as we both were in the store room, we both knew it was time for me to get on my knees and suck his cock.
I would suck him until he came, on my face, or deep into my throat, sometimes I would swallow, sometimes he would soil my waitress uniform, other times he would fuck my mouth deep and hard.
We would have to work extra hard so that we would have time to fit in his morning blow job and I loved the intimacy of it and the excitement of getting caught.
Other than the occasional finger-fuck, we never actually fucked, perhaps because he was concerned that I was under the legal age (even thought I’d experienced a full sexual relationship by then).
Things never became uncomfortable once other colleagues and customers filled the restaurant; there were always secret jokes, a wink and a cheeky smile between us that made the shifts fly by.
So sucking his cock each morning was my first sexual experience on the job. What a great job, I was bloody good at it.
“Don’t go fishing off the company pier”
“Don’t mix business with pleasure”
Are all recognisable warnings we have heard about having sexual relations with people who we work with or who we share a professional relationship. I can understand these warnings. It can be very awkward after you’ve had your fun and then you still have to maintain that professional relationship in the cold light of day. …. But pre office flirting and the secret shagging can be bloody fantastic!
I read somewhere that 43% of workers admitted to getting involved in a work related romance at some stage in their career, I, most certainly am a part of this soaring statistic and some of my favourite fuck memories are of people who I worked with.
I know feel it’s the right time to dish the dirt about my sordid experiences within the work arena and I will be blogging about this throughout November.
But first I want to revisit, what it is that I actually love about shagging my colleagues and as I’m shit at writing, Iv decided to put it in a list as usual.
1. Work can be a drab place, so if you have a possibility of a fuck buddy within your work place then this can really brighten your day, you’re both in the same boat and that can make the work place a breeding ground for striking up some exciting random play
2. The initial unknown of whether he/she fancies you, perhaps their just eye candy for now, but that’s great wank fodder when you get home after a busy day
3. Wondering, what he/she is like in bed
4. The flirting and excitement before you finally get it on
5. Naughty work emails
6. Christmas parties are a lot more fun
7. Excuse for buying new clothes and making sure that you look extra sexy in your corporate bitch suit
8. Sexual banter, harassment and other innuendos
9. If he works late, then so do you, getting through your work load, keeping your boss impressed with all the ‘‘extra’’ you’ve been doing.
10. Having a secret
11. Screwing the arse of them when you finally get him away from that retched place you both call work.
I’m sure that the cons list is a lot greater, but lets not focus on that for now, I would rather finish today’s post with my first work-shagging experience from a summer job I had of when I was just 15.
He was 18 and I worked in his father’s restaurant as a waitress during weekends and holidays. During one summer holiday, the boss’s son and I would start an hour earlier than our other colleagues to put the drinks delivery away.
All the booze was stored in a dusty cloak room at the rear of the restaurant and the boss’s son and myself would assist each other putting away the bottles of wine. We both got on really well and he impressed me naturally being 3 years older than me.
I cannot remember how our work- shagging began (even though we never actually did the full Monty) but I do remember heeling down on the store room floor, sliding the crates under the racks and unknown to me, my skirt wafted up, revealing my lacy stocking top, just as the boss’s son came in stumbling in with a crate of Britvic 55 tonic waters.
He pointed, laughed and made some cheeky comments about my exhibitionism and all I remember after that was sucking his cock in the store room. In fact every shift began like that after that, as soon as we both were in the store room, we both knew it was time for me to get on my knees and suck his cock.
I would suck him until he came, on my face, or deep into my throat, sometimes I would swallow, sometimes he would soil my waitress uniform, other times he would fuck my mouth deep and hard.
We would have to work extra hard so that we would have time to fit in his morning blow job and I loved the intimacy of it and the excitement of getting caught.
Other than the occasional finger-fuck, we never actually fucked, perhaps because he was concerned that I was under the legal age (even thought I’d experienced a full sexual relationship by then).
Things never became uncomfortable once other colleagues and customers filled the restaurant; there were always secret jokes, a wink and a cheeky smile between us that made the shifts fly by.
So sucking his cock each morning was my first sexual experience on the job. What a great job, I was bloody good at it.
Thursday 18 October 2007
Gimp Dogs & Sado Rags
Saturday 13 October 2007
Away on Business
This week, I have been working my trossacks of in Yorkshire, which meant staying over in a hotel for a couple of nights all on my lonesome.
I don’t stay away in hotels that much in my line of work, but when I do, I always observe something which is consistent in any part of the UK that I end up in.
What I have observed is that some men act completely different when they are staying away on business, in a hotel and away from their families. They can be alone, with other male colleagues or with business associates but providing their not with their wives, they change.
I’ve observed them at the bar, confident in their body language, their big tooth smiles,
they relax, become easy to chat too and their chest expands. They also become extremely generous (perhaps taking advantage of their expenses facility) and those that demonstrate this behaviour, also have another thing in common, a wedding ring.
What an advantage? A night alone, in a hotel, perhaps hundreds of miles away from their family life, the kids, the wife, the stresses and away on business, a perfect alibi.
So in the midst of their sex-less marriages they flirt, offer to buy you a drink, tell you jokes, offer to join you and if you gave the correct signals back, ask you to bed.
Now anyone that has read my post Monogmy will understand my views on why
people are unfaithful and that shagging the same person for eternity can be a terrible bore. So I don’t really blame these men and their behaviours. I just wish I had the bollocks to do it.
Naturally I am a people watcher, so after dinner I observed the men, watched them flirting and stalk their way around the bar and when they finally pass me noticing my key card and my loneliness then they’d stair, smiling at me too.
If I’d waxed and packed some nice underwear, then perhaps I’d be more accommodating but for now all I can do is look on and fantasise and wish I’d added this to my dare list. So this is how I imagined I’d approach it, if given the bollocks that I was so severely lacking.
(After some across the room eye contact) I would approach the one I fancied the most-
“Hi, if were going to get to know each other, it may as well be now.” slipping my room number that I’d wrote on a serviette into the palm of his hand.
I’d then wait for him in my hotel room, still wearing my corporate bitch suit, but with a skirt that almost covers my lacy stocking tops and when he would join me. I would suck his cock in seconds of him entering my room, I’d unbutton his shirt but wouldn’t remove it, or his tie and his cock would stick out hard over his suit trousers as I hungrily suck him.
I would make him fuck me like that, on and into the dressing table, both in our suit’s but with my skirt pulled up to my waist and my tits sticking out over my blouse, still wearing my heels but with my lace panties pulled to the side. And when he came I’d make sure that he came over my tongue, I’d eagerly open my mouth wide for his hot delicious spunk and as it explodes, it would run over my cheeks , over my chin and I would lavish the remainder that he wanked over my nipples which is peeking through my now tore open blouse.
Oh little joy! apart from the wank I had when I retired into my empty bed, still defiantly one to add onto the “before I die” manifest before I leave this kinky world.
I don’t stay away in hotels that much in my line of work, but when I do, I always observe something which is consistent in any part of the UK that I end up in.
What I have observed is that some men act completely different when they are staying away on business, in a hotel and away from their families. They can be alone, with other male colleagues or with business associates but providing their not with their wives, they change.
I’ve observed them at the bar, confident in their body language, their big tooth smiles,
they relax, become easy to chat too and their chest expands. They also become extremely generous (perhaps taking advantage of their expenses facility) and those that demonstrate this behaviour, also have another thing in common, a wedding ring.
What an advantage? A night alone, in a hotel, perhaps hundreds of miles away from their family life, the kids, the wife, the stresses and away on business, a perfect alibi.
So in the midst of their sex-less marriages they flirt, offer to buy you a drink, tell you jokes, offer to join you and if you gave the correct signals back, ask you to bed.
Now anyone that has read my post Monogmy will understand my views on why
people are unfaithful and that shagging the same person for eternity can be a terrible bore. So I don’t really blame these men and their behaviours. I just wish I had the bollocks to do it.
Naturally I am a people watcher, so after dinner I observed the men, watched them flirting and stalk their way around the bar and when they finally pass me noticing my key card and my loneliness then they’d stair, smiling at me too.
If I’d waxed and packed some nice underwear, then perhaps I’d be more accommodating but for now all I can do is look on and fantasise and wish I’d added this to my dare list. So this is how I imagined I’d approach it, if given the bollocks that I was so severely lacking.
(After some across the room eye contact) I would approach the one I fancied the most-
“Hi, if were going to get to know each other, it may as well be now.” slipping my room number that I’d wrote on a serviette into the palm of his hand.
I’d then wait for him in my hotel room, still wearing my corporate bitch suit, but with a skirt that almost covers my lacy stocking tops and when he would join me. I would suck his cock in seconds of him entering my room, I’d unbutton his shirt but wouldn’t remove it, or his tie and his cock would stick out hard over his suit trousers as I hungrily suck him.
I would make him fuck me like that, on and into the dressing table, both in our suit’s but with my skirt pulled up to my waist and my tits sticking out over my blouse, still wearing my heels but with my lace panties pulled to the side. And when he came I’d make sure that he came over my tongue, I’d eagerly open my mouth wide for his hot delicious spunk and as it explodes, it would run over my cheeks , over my chin and I would lavish the remainder that he wanked over my nipples which is peeking through my now tore open blouse.
Oh little joy! apart from the wank I had when I retired into my empty bed, still defiantly one to add onto the “before I die” manifest before I leave this kinky world.
Tuesday 9 October 2007
Wank Fodder
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Sorry Chaps, this ones for the ladies, unless you are a practicing homosexual.
Now that I'm sort of over my porn mania faze (for the time being) I have now adopted a new obsession with this man, Danny Dyer.
Unfortunately my colonial readers, such as the Americans and Australians will not have the foggiest of who I am talking about, but if you were fortunate enough to be living in England today then I'm sure you'd feel blessed with having this man grace your silver screen.
Of course I cannot speak for all female (or gay) English residents, but to me this man is the best thing thats emerged from the British Film Industry within the past 5 years.
This fine specimen is bursting with charasmatic gritty East End charm, a real bit of rough that I find irresitable. He usually stars as a villain in films of violence, cockney gangster culture or football hooligianism, but definatley a character than you can warm too, especially when he delivers cheeky one liners such as "Corrr, I can't wait to see your fanny"
If you would like to share my very unnatural obsession then I recommend that you purchase any three of these gripping movies, such as The Football Factory, Outlaw or The Business.
Right... Im off to google him again for the 23rd time this week and I'm not referring to the use of a search engine.
Saturday 6 October 2007
Fish Nets
O.K The fisher net tight turn on appeared to be most popular so I have decided to post this.
I was getting ready for my second date with my current boyfriend and I wanted to surprise him. I had only met him the week before when we’d slept together, which wasn’t really a “date” but I will save spilling the beans about that for another post.
There was an immediate chemistry between us that had built up during the week that we’d met, we’d had animalistic sex and I just had a gut feeling he could be one of my great ones which gave me the confidence to surprise him.
On Thursdays Ronnie worked at a Snooker club, as a sort of a paid hobby because he was a regular player and was where he spent most of his time socialising. I’d arranged to meet Ronnie at the club after he finished his shift.
It took ages for Thursday to come around, Ronnie and I had text, emailed and rang each other describing how we were both desperate for a second animalistic shag which appeared to be the most natural thing in the world, it went without saying that Ronnie and I would have some fun in the club, after last orders had been called and when the punters had hung up their cues for the evening.
So if the location was going to be kinky, then so should be my outfit and I had it all planned.
Got into bath and washed hair
Waxed legs and pruned other critical orifices
Applied make up, paying up most attention to the eyes, with subtle eyeliner and brown shades
Dried hair and added extra curls
Tied on black see-through Basque
Slipped on the black fisher net tights
Fastened black PVC skirt that barely covered my arse
Zipped up knee length black leather boots
Dabbed Perfume
Touched up make up
Examined myself in the mirror, front and back
Pulled up skirt to check out pussy
Gave it a rub for luck.
I put on my long black coat to cover my obscenities and left to meet Ronnie.
The snooker club was the type of place that never had a strict last orders deadline, the punters liked the club because they could sup and play until the small hours if the barman was permitting, so when I arrived it was no surprise to still find punters lurking. Thank fuck for my coat.
We waited and waited for the last chatter box to finish his pint, hungrily gazing at each other in desperation, we finally manage to bolt the door after the last of the late night revelers.
I was sitting at the bar on a barstool and Ronnie beamed over after turning down the lights, instantly kissing and breathing one another again,
“I have been so looking forward to seeing you again” he says tenderly as he begins to unbutton my coat. I part my legs so he can move in closer and I lean back allowing him to undress me, my coats falls aside and he shrieks “ohh great! You look such a slut!, WOW! All this is all for me?? .
He frantically rubs my thighs like a kid in a sweet shop and pulls up my skirt to find my bold cunt partially hiding behind my tights. “Ohh, Iv been feeling so horny” I whisper grabbing the nape of his neck. “You look hot, I cannot wait to fuck you” He pulls down my Basque, so that my little tits stick out over the top and he twists my rose bud nipples , gently licking and massaging each one in turn.
The excitement thunders through us both as he lifts me onto the bar, knocking over a wine glass and an empty bottle, I lay back parting my legs, so that my knees are bent and I clutch onto my boots for stability.
Ronnie glories at the sight of my cunt, rubbing his thumb over my tingling lips and over the
damp fabric where my juices have soaked. “Ohh eat my pussy” I blurt out, “Please, I feel so horny” I beg, gyrating my pubis in Ronnie’s face.
Ronnie tastes my sweetness through the tights, rolling his tongue over my hungry lips, he manages to slide in a finger through a hole and finger fucks me whilst working my clit with his erratic tongue. The pleasure was instantaneous and I moan like a banshee as my juices soaked the fabric and Ronnies skilled fingers.
After I came, Ronnie pulls me down from the bar and we make our way over to one of the snooker tables, were I hurriedly get on my knees and free Ronnie’s hard on. I’d never witnessed a cock so hard and waste no time in licking his shaft and bell end. I eventually take it whole in my mouth, marveling the firmness on my tongue and wanking and sucking it into my throat, whilst sexily gazing up to him.
I decide I want it in me, I rise and begin kissing Ronnie, again, tasting my pussy on his tongue, and he gropes my arse and turns me over the snooker table.
Bent over the table with my PVC skirt partially covering my arse, Ronnie continues to caress my pert cheeks, lifting the skirt over around my waist, he tastes my cunt once more to check that I’m still wet, and oh god I am.
“Shall we remove these super sexy tights?” he asks, “NO! just tear a hole and fuck me” I beg, he hooks in his finger and tears the hole big enough for his cock to fit in. Ronnie slides his cock through the fabric and into my pussy.
I scream out in pleasure as he enters me, over the snooker table. “Ohhhh YES” I moan out as I feel his cock brutally enter my tight, bold cunt. He fucked me hard straight away and the ecstasy blinded me with each rough stab of his cock.
He tore the fabric further up over my arse cheeks as he fucked me into the table, occasionally spanking my bare arse, reaching for my nipples which are still peaking over the Basque, massaging and twisting. He then grabs my hair, pulling it, pulling me into him, roughly urging me deeper onto him.
I’m wild with lust and I rip my tights further behind me, I loose control and go blind as the orgasm grows through me, the goose bumps spawn up my back and I feel fantastic. “Awww Ronnie, your making me cum, … awww am cumming, cumming on your cock” clawing the green fabric of the snooker table, I scream helplessly which leaves my body to spasm before him.
He draws him self out me and brings his cock up to my chest, wanking his heavenly cock over my tits, I ferociously lick his bell-end and his spunk shoots from him over my tongue and chest. He splashed his plentiful hot cum over my Basque and pussy. “Ohhh, that’s GOOD” he relives, I kneel down sucking it, swallowing and savoring that very last drop of cum.
“I cannot believe we fucked on table 11” He grins
“Table 11?” I quiz
“Yeah, the most popular table in the house” he adds
“I can see why” I grin
I go back to his afterward and we snuggle into bed like an old married couple and as we drift off into blissful sleep, Ronnie bolts upright in shock
“Oh fuck!” he groans
“What?” I doze
“The CCTV” he groans, grabbing his jeans and keys for the snooker club.
I was getting ready for my second date with my current boyfriend and I wanted to surprise him. I had only met him the week before when we’d slept together, which wasn’t really a “date” but I will save spilling the beans about that for another post.
There was an immediate chemistry between us that had built up during the week that we’d met, we’d had animalistic sex and I just had a gut feeling he could be one of my great ones which gave me the confidence to surprise him.
On Thursdays Ronnie worked at a Snooker club, as a sort of a paid hobby because he was a regular player and was where he spent most of his time socialising. I’d arranged to meet Ronnie at the club after he finished his shift.
It took ages for Thursday to come around, Ronnie and I had text, emailed and rang each other describing how we were both desperate for a second animalistic shag which appeared to be the most natural thing in the world, it went without saying that Ronnie and I would have some fun in the club, after last orders had been called and when the punters had hung up their cues for the evening.
So if the location was going to be kinky, then so should be my outfit and I had it all planned.
Got into bath and washed hair
Waxed legs and pruned other critical orifices
Applied make up, paying up most attention to the eyes, with subtle eyeliner and brown shades
Dried hair and added extra curls
Tied on black see-through Basque
Slipped on the black fisher net tights
Fastened black PVC skirt that barely covered my arse
Zipped up knee length black leather boots
Dabbed Perfume
Touched up make up
Examined myself in the mirror, front and back
Pulled up skirt to check out pussy
Gave it a rub for luck.
I put on my long black coat to cover my obscenities and left to meet Ronnie.
The snooker club was the type of place that never had a strict last orders deadline, the punters liked the club because they could sup and play until the small hours if the barman was permitting, so when I arrived it was no surprise to still find punters lurking. Thank fuck for my coat.
We waited and waited for the last chatter box to finish his pint, hungrily gazing at each other in desperation, we finally manage to bolt the door after the last of the late night revelers.
I was sitting at the bar on a barstool and Ronnie beamed over after turning down the lights, instantly kissing and breathing one another again,
“I have been so looking forward to seeing you again” he says tenderly as he begins to unbutton my coat. I part my legs so he can move in closer and I lean back allowing him to undress me, my coats falls aside and he shrieks “ohh great! You look such a slut!, WOW! All this is all for me?? .
He frantically rubs my thighs like a kid in a sweet shop and pulls up my skirt to find my bold cunt partially hiding behind my tights. “Ohh, Iv been feeling so horny” I whisper grabbing the nape of his neck. “You look hot, I cannot wait to fuck you” He pulls down my Basque, so that my little tits stick out over the top and he twists my rose bud nipples , gently licking and massaging each one in turn.
The excitement thunders through us both as he lifts me onto the bar, knocking over a wine glass and an empty bottle, I lay back parting my legs, so that my knees are bent and I clutch onto my boots for stability.
Ronnie glories at the sight of my cunt, rubbing his thumb over my tingling lips and over the
damp fabric where my juices have soaked. “Ohh eat my pussy” I blurt out, “Please, I feel so horny” I beg, gyrating my pubis in Ronnie’s face.
Ronnie tastes my sweetness through the tights, rolling his tongue over my hungry lips, he manages to slide in a finger through a hole and finger fucks me whilst working my clit with his erratic tongue. The pleasure was instantaneous and I moan like a banshee as my juices soaked the fabric and Ronnies skilled fingers.
After I came, Ronnie pulls me down from the bar and we make our way over to one of the snooker tables, were I hurriedly get on my knees and free Ronnie’s hard on. I’d never witnessed a cock so hard and waste no time in licking his shaft and bell end. I eventually take it whole in my mouth, marveling the firmness on my tongue and wanking and sucking it into my throat, whilst sexily gazing up to him.
I decide I want it in me, I rise and begin kissing Ronnie, again, tasting my pussy on his tongue, and he gropes my arse and turns me over the snooker table.
Bent over the table with my PVC skirt partially covering my arse, Ronnie continues to caress my pert cheeks, lifting the skirt over around my waist, he tastes my cunt once more to check that I’m still wet, and oh god I am.
“Shall we remove these super sexy tights?” he asks, “NO! just tear a hole and fuck me” I beg, he hooks in his finger and tears the hole big enough for his cock to fit in. Ronnie slides his cock through the fabric and into my pussy.
I scream out in pleasure as he enters me, over the snooker table. “Ohhhh YES” I moan out as I feel his cock brutally enter my tight, bold cunt. He fucked me hard straight away and the ecstasy blinded me with each rough stab of his cock.
He tore the fabric further up over my arse cheeks as he fucked me into the table, occasionally spanking my bare arse, reaching for my nipples which are still peaking over the Basque, massaging and twisting. He then grabs my hair, pulling it, pulling me into him, roughly urging me deeper onto him.
I’m wild with lust and I rip my tights further behind me, I loose control and go blind as the orgasm grows through me, the goose bumps spawn up my back and I feel fantastic. “Awww Ronnie, your making me cum, … awww am cumming, cumming on your cock” clawing the green fabric of the snooker table, I scream helplessly which leaves my body to spasm before him.
He draws him self out me and brings his cock up to my chest, wanking his heavenly cock over my tits, I ferociously lick his bell-end and his spunk shoots from him over my tongue and chest. He splashed his plentiful hot cum over my Basque and pussy. “Ohhh, that’s GOOD” he relives, I kneel down sucking it, swallowing and savoring that very last drop of cum.
“I cannot believe we fucked on table 11” He grins
“Table 11?” I quiz
“Yeah, the most popular table in the house” he adds
“I can see why” I grin
I go back to his afterward and we snuggle into bed like an old married couple and as we drift off into blissful sleep, Ronnie bolts upright in shock
“Oh fuck!” he groans
“What?” I doze
“The CCTV” he groans, grabbing his jeans and keys for the snooker club.
Thursday 4 October 2007
Top 30
My Top Thirty Titillating Turn-on’s :
1. Having my ears nibbled and my neck kissed
2. Beside the lake, beneath the trees
3. When he smells so good that you need to inhale him
4. In confined spaces, like cars and stationary cupboards
5. When you can still hear faint sounds of other people
6. The image of an erect cock throbbing from his jeans
7. A REALLY HARD cock, like it could never get much harder
8. Giving blow jobs whilst on my knees
9. The feel of his balls when their so heavy with cum
10. Sitting on his face whilst wearing crotch-less panties
11. Danny Dyer
12. Wearing a short skirt and having it pushed over my arse in surprise to be fucked doggy style
13. Having my hair pulled whilst being fucked doggy style to prompt me to fuck, harder and faster
14. Wearing uniforms like, cheer leader, hockey and school girl accompanied with a bold pussy and ankle socks
15. Flirting with a colleague to later wank over
16. Black leather boots
17. Massaging my clit whilst being fucked cow girl style
18. The odd SPANK
19. Socialising wearing no knickers under your dress , knowing your later in for some fun
20. Men taking turns to fuck me (imaginary only)
21. Paying good money for a lap dance from a girl that has a figure like Britney Spears
22. Rolling my tongue over his arse hole and see him enjoy it
23. Eating another girls pussy (For another blog)
24. Being in a (short) queue of girls that are waiting to be fucked by a resilient and lucky male
25. Having my pussy eaten through fisher net tights, until I cannot take anymore so I tear out the crotch, so he can slide in his cock (again for another blog)
26. Sucking him until he cums over my face in my mouth
27. Being fucked missionary over a ledge, desk or table
28. Being pumped full of plentiful hot delicious cum
29. Squirting (Its only happened to me once)
30. The sound of his moans when he ejaculates
1. Having my ears nibbled and my neck kissed
2. Beside the lake, beneath the trees
3. When he smells so good that you need to inhale him
4. In confined spaces, like cars and stationary cupboards
5. When you can still hear faint sounds of other people
6. The image of an erect cock throbbing from his jeans
7. A REALLY HARD cock, like it could never get much harder
8. Giving blow jobs whilst on my knees
9. The feel of his balls when their so heavy with cum
10. Sitting on his face whilst wearing crotch-less panties
11. Danny Dyer
12. Wearing a short skirt and having it pushed over my arse in surprise to be fucked doggy style
13. Having my hair pulled whilst being fucked doggy style to prompt me to fuck, harder and faster
14. Wearing uniforms like, cheer leader, hockey and school girl accompanied with a bold pussy and ankle socks
15. Flirting with a colleague to later wank over
16. Black leather boots
17. Massaging my clit whilst being fucked cow girl style
18. The odd SPANK
19. Socialising wearing no knickers under your dress , knowing your later in for some fun
20. Men taking turns to fuck me (imaginary only)
21. Paying good money for a lap dance from a girl that has a figure like Britney Spears
22. Rolling my tongue over his arse hole and see him enjoy it
23. Eating another girls pussy (For another blog)
24. Being in a (short) queue of girls that are waiting to be fucked by a resilient and lucky male
25. Having my pussy eaten through fisher net tights, until I cannot take anymore so I tear out the crotch, so he can slide in his cock (again for another blog)
26. Sucking him until he cums over my face in my mouth
27. Being fucked missionary over a ledge, desk or table
28. Being pumped full of plentiful hot delicious cum
29. Squirting (Its only happened to me once)
30. The sound of his moans when he ejaculates
Monday 1 October 2007
Saturday 29 September 2007
Breaking Him In
When I was just 19 and before the Internet was available I was out enjoying myself in the real world. There were always endless of parties and get togethers not forgetting all the plentiful casual teenage sex that came my way.
During this time, my friend Michelle was with this guy and she persuaded me to date his mate so that we could make up a cosy foursome so she’d have someone to tag along with. I wasn't that keen on his mate, but being a excellent friend I obliged, although I knew that it would never lead to anything serious.
One of the most remembered evening’s was when Michelle planned that we’d all stay on her boyfriends, mates farm for the evening and of course she’d crash with her boyfriend and I’d ill have to keep his mate entertained.
So we drove through the villages to the farm where we’d have a few drinks, order a Pizza and watch a movie.
It was not long before each couple went their separate ways and I snuck down with the mate in his farmhouse bedroom, whilst Michelle and her boyfriend crashed in the lounge.
I’d been on a few dates with him before and all we had done was kiss and cuddled, he didn't strike me as a lad with experience so I knew I was not in for a night of sin with an ultimate sex stallion. Never mind I thought, we all have to start somewhere.
I was not wrong, from what I remembered we just kissed, we may have had a fondle but there was definitely no sex before lights out. He seamed a bit nervous having a girl in his bed and he just couldn't relax, I just knew that he was a virgin.
So I lay along side him, trying to sleep but I can hear Michelle’s faint fuck moans coming from the living room, this was so frustrating not having any fun myself.
Eventually I fell asleep myself, but was awoken at 7am by the noisy animals on the farm and to find the mate staring at me and I got the impression that he’d been staring for a very long time.
So I smiled, reached over and kissed him, still feeling horny from the night before, my kisses became aggressive and passionate. I then pushed him down into the bed and straddled my naked body over him, kicking away the duvet as I was warm from the morning sun that shone through the window and over my sweet little tits.
Whilst stroking my hands over is torso, I thought to myself is it right to take this boys virginity, I cannot stop myself from stealing it. I know it is egotistical of me to cherish the thought of him remembering me for the rest of his life, right in this room, with my naked teenage body over him, but with a girl with some experience and girl that dosn't mind taking the lead. Surly not bad for his first fuck?
So I gyrated my wet little my pussy over his boxer shorts where I could feel his cock stiffen beneath me. I smiled and stroked his face.
“No!’ he said
“Shhhh,” I said reaching down to kiss him. “Just relax” I whispered assuring him.
I pulled down his boxer shorts from under me and allowed his cock to lay free, gently
moving my wetness up and down his shaft. I took his cock in my hands and guided it into my tiny cunt, gently easing it in.
He moaned out loud as I gradually drove his cock deep in me and slowly rode him, feeling a nice hole for the first time in his life and me feeling a sense power over him.
“Nice isn't it, ummm your cock feels amazing” I whispered
As expected, he didn't last long, I could see the whites of his eyes as his pupils rolled back into his head, he spasmed under me and his chest bucked as he was about to cum. I began to fuck him harder, he called out my name “Ohhhhhh Jane!” and he then filled me full of his heavenly virgin muck.
He never lasted long enough for me to cum, but I was happy to trade my orgasm for his virginity. We lay close afterwards and I could feel his heart beat thud against me.
When he finally found his voice he said
“Sorry that I didn't last long” with the look of disappointment on his face
“No worries, these things happen” I assured
“Erm, I was a virgin, that was my first time y’know” He confesses
“Really, well your not any more’ I grinned
“I really never realised you were a virgin, you were very good” I added, kissing his brow and smiling.
“Did you cum?” He quizzes desperately
“Umm, yes of course” I lie
Fortunately Michelle never kept her boyfriends for very long and shortly after she broke up with him which meant I didn't have to see his mate anymore, despite his many endless, late night phone calls. The virgin fuck was never to be repeated, but certainly never, ever to be forgotten.
During this time, my friend Michelle was with this guy and she persuaded me to date his mate so that we could make up a cosy foursome so she’d have someone to tag along with. I wasn't that keen on his mate, but being a excellent friend I obliged, although I knew that it would never lead to anything serious.
One of the most remembered evening’s was when Michelle planned that we’d all stay on her boyfriends, mates farm for the evening and of course she’d crash with her boyfriend and I’d ill have to keep his mate entertained.
So we drove through the villages to the farm where we’d have a few drinks, order a Pizza and watch a movie.
It was not long before each couple went their separate ways and I snuck down with the mate in his farmhouse bedroom, whilst Michelle and her boyfriend crashed in the lounge.
I’d been on a few dates with him before and all we had done was kiss and cuddled, he didn't strike me as a lad with experience so I knew I was not in for a night of sin with an ultimate sex stallion. Never mind I thought, we all have to start somewhere.
I was not wrong, from what I remembered we just kissed, we may have had a fondle but there was definitely no sex before lights out. He seamed a bit nervous having a girl in his bed and he just couldn't relax, I just knew that he was a virgin.
So I lay along side him, trying to sleep but I can hear Michelle’s faint fuck moans coming from the living room, this was so frustrating not having any fun myself.
Eventually I fell asleep myself, but was awoken at 7am by the noisy animals on the farm and to find the mate staring at me and I got the impression that he’d been staring for a very long time.
So I smiled, reached over and kissed him, still feeling horny from the night before, my kisses became aggressive and passionate. I then pushed him down into the bed and straddled my naked body over him, kicking away the duvet as I was warm from the morning sun that shone through the window and over my sweet little tits.
Whilst stroking my hands over is torso, I thought to myself is it right to take this boys virginity, I cannot stop myself from stealing it. I know it is egotistical of me to cherish the thought of him remembering me for the rest of his life, right in this room, with my naked teenage body over him, but with a girl with some experience and girl that dosn't mind taking the lead. Surly not bad for his first fuck?
So I gyrated my wet little my pussy over his boxer shorts where I could feel his cock stiffen beneath me. I smiled and stroked his face.
“No!’ he said
“Shhhh,” I said reaching down to kiss him. “Just relax” I whispered assuring him.
I pulled down his boxer shorts from under me and allowed his cock to lay free, gently
moving my wetness up and down his shaft. I took his cock in my hands and guided it into my tiny cunt, gently easing it in.
He moaned out loud as I gradually drove his cock deep in me and slowly rode him, feeling a nice hole for the first time in his life and me feeling a sense power over him.
“Nice isn't it, ummm your cock feels amazing” I whispered
As expected, he didn't last long, I could see the whites of his eyes as his pupils rolled back into his head, he spasmed under me and his chest bucked as he was about to cum. I began to fuck him harder, he called out my name “Ohhhhhh Jane!” and he then filled me full of his heavenly virgin muck.
He never lasted long enough for me to cum, but I was happy to trade my orgasm for his virginity. We lay close afterwards and I could feel his heart beat thud against me.
When he finally found his voice he said
“Sorry that I didn't last long” with the look of disappointment on his face
“No worries, these things happen” I assured
“Erm, I was a virgin, that was my first time y’know” He confesses
“Really, well your not any more’ I grinned
“I really never realised you were a virgin, you were very good” I added, kissing his brow and smiling.
“Did you cum?” He quizzes desperately
“Umm, yes of course” I lie
Fortunately Michelle never kept her boyfriends for very long and shortly after she broke up with him which meant I didn't have to see his mate anymore, despite his many endless, late night phone calls. The virgin fuck was never to be repeated, but certainly never, ever to be forgotten.
Monday 24 September 2007
Phone Sex Gone Bad
I had just finished in a 10 year relationship just shortly before I met Ken and I was keen to experiment and was really up for some fun. I felt like a horny parrot that had, had her wings un-clipped.
I still felt reckless when my short affair ended with Ken and for a while I was acting like those 30 something woman you see out on the town, the ones that always dominate the centre of the dance floor when Gloria Gaynor’s “I will survive” beats through the speakers and the words “Just Divorced” and “I’m single lets have sex” obviously screams out of them.
The dance floor was not the place for me then, I was still addicted to the Internet Chat rooms, with my on-line “friends”
When I really should have been out dancing with the 30 something’s I was chatting at home late one Saturday night to someone I hadn’t spoken to before, his name was James from Ireland. After an hour of chatting or so, he asked if he could ring me, to engage in phone sex.
I’ve never been a massive fan of phone sex, always seamed a bit silly and embarrassing but I did it with Ken lots of times because he liked it and it was o.k once you got into it. I seam to recall becoming fairly confident and became quite good at phone sex until this happened.
So I was contemplating allowing James to hear me cum on the phone, like a lot of woman, I find the Irish accent very sexy and I saw the opportunity of hearing his dialogue would bring me of a treat. I could also imagine he is that fit one from Boyzone, I gleefully thought whilst rubbing my pussy.
So James called and it went like this:
James: “So what’s yer neame?”
Jane: “Jane”
James “and where do you cume froom?
Jane: “The Midlands, in England” I added.
James: “What’r you wearing?”
Jane: “Just a little T shirt and a tiny thong”
James: “Umm, sounds grand, what’r you doing noow?”
Jane: “Oh, I’m sitting on my bed, my nipples are peaking through my T’shirt and I feel soooo horny” I whisper.
James: “Are’ye wet? Are you playing with yerself?” he says without any passion in his voice whatsoever.
Jane: “Ummm, would you like me to touch myself? ….. do you have a stiff cock?!”
James: “I, please touch yerself, I want to hear ya pussy squelch dewn tha phoon” he
says completely ignoring my question.
Jane: “Erm ok.. Ohh umm ahhh, I’m playing with my tight little pussy”
James: That’s grand! I want to hear your pussy squelsh, bring tha phoon to your pussy
Strange, I thought, so I kept ignoring what he was saying and continued to wank myself off, until I came quite loudly in his ear pierce.
James “Did you cum good?
Jane “Oh Yes!” I say slightly breathless
James: “Hi Jane, I have something to tell you, you are currently LIVE on a west
Ireland’s pirate radio show” he says all matter-of –fact and radio presenter style. “and do you realise hundreds have tuned in to hear you masturbate?!”
Jane: “Oh FUCK!” and before I could say anymore the phone was dead.
Can you imagine it? I felt sick. I was really appalled with myself and I was extremely angry.
The following Saturday I was out for revenge so I logged into the chat room under a different nick name and soon found James looking for woman to embarrass on his pirate radio show. I soon began flirtatiously chatting with him and in no time at all he gave me his number for the worst phone sex of ones life.
Sexy Sally: “Hi, is his James?”
James: “Erm, I, you know my name?!”
Sexy Sally: “Yeah, can you not remember me? Or maybe you can’t? You came back
to my place last weekend and you were very drunk, so drunk in fact you
failed to get an erection, it wouldn’t had mattered anyway, your cock was the size of cocktail stick and you had a weird thing growing on it”
James: “Uh, EH?
Sexy Sally “Oh and I am pleased I didn’t fuck you, I realised what a fat cunt you are
when I undressed you, you stinky fat fucker.
I then hung up, quite please with myself. A few months later I arranged for my very good friend to print some gay male escort business cards with James’s telephone number on and when I took a city break in Dublin with the girls, I posted them in every telephone box and pub toilet I could find.
After that, I never ventured into chat rooms again or fucked with a stranger on-line, I really learned my lesson. Iv managed to see the funny side now and is always a great topic with my girl friends after a few bottles of wine, after all who else can say they’ve been heard wanking oneself into a frenzied orgasm, by hundreds of West Irish pirate radio listeners?!
I still felt reckless when my short affair ended with Ken and for a while I was acting like those 30 something woman you see out on the town, the ones that always dominate the centre of the dance floor when Gloria Gaynor’s “I will survive” beats through the speakers and the words “Just Divorced” and “I’m single lets have sex” obviously screams out of them.
The dance floor was not the place for me then, I was still addicted to the Internet Chat rooms, with my on-line “friends”
When I really should have been out dancing with the 30 something’s I was chatting at home late one Saturday night to someone I hadn’t spoken to before, his name was James from Ireland. After an hour of chatting or so, he asked if he could ring me, to engage in phone sex.
I’ve never been a massive fan of phone sex, always seamed a bit silly and embarrassing but I did it with Ken lots of times because he liked it and it was o.k once you got into it. I seam to recall becoming fairly confident and became quite good at phone sex until this happened.
So I was contemplating allowing James to hear me cum on the phone, like a lot of woman, I find the Irish accent very sexy and I saw the opportunity of hearing his dialogue would bring me of a treat. I could also imagine he is that fit one from Boyzone, I gleefully thought whilst rubbing my pussy.
So James called and it went like this:
James: “So what’s yer neame?”
Jane: “Jane”
James “and where do you cume froom?
Jane: “The Midlands, in England” I added.
James: “What’r you wearing?”
Jane: “Just a little T shirt and a tiny thong”
James: “Umm, sounds grand, what’r you doing noow?”
Jane: “Oh, I’m sitting on my bed, my nipples are peaking through my T’shirt and I feel soooo horny” I whisper.
James: “Are’ye wet? Are you playing with yerself?” he says without any passion in his voice whatsoever.
Jane: “Ummm, would you like me to touch myself? ….. do you have a stiff cock?!”
James: “I, please touch yerself, I want to hear ya pussy squelch dewn tha phoon” he
says completely ignoring my question.
Jane: “Erm ok.. Ohh umm ahhh, I’m playing with my tight little pussy”
James: That’s grand! I want to hear your pussy squelsh, bring tha phoon to your pussy
Strange, I thought, so I kept ignoring what he was saying and continued to wank myself off, until I came quite loudly in his ear pierce.
James “Did you cum good?
Jane “Oh Yes!” I say slightly breathless
James: “Hi Jane, I have something to tell you, you are currently LIVE on a west
Ireland’s pirate radio show” he says all matter-of –fact and radio presenter style. “and do you realise hundreds have tuned in to hear you masturbate?!”
Jane: “Oh FUCK!” and before I could say anymore the phone was dead.
Can you imagine it? I felt sick. I was really appalled with myself and I was extremely angry.
The following Saturday I was out for revenge so I logged into the chat room under a different nick name and soon found James looking for woman to embarrass on his pirate radio show. I soon began flirtatiously chatting with him and in no time at all he gave me his number for the worst phone sex of ones life.
Sexy Sally: “Hi, is his James?”
James: “Erm, I, you know my name?!”
Sexy Sally: “Yeah, can you not remember me? Or maybe you can’t? You came back
to my place last weekend and you were very drunk, so drunk in fact you
failed to get an erection, it wouldn’t had mattered anyway, your cock was the size of cocktail stick and you had a weird thing growing on it”
James: “Uh, EH?
Sexy Sally “Oh and I am pleased I didn’t fuck you, I realised what a fat cunt you are
when I undressed you, you stinky fat fucker.
I then hung up, quite please with myself. A few months later I arranged for my very good friend to print some gay male escort business cards with James’s telephone number on and when I took a city break in Dublin with the girls, I posted them in every telephone box and pub toilet I could find.
After that, I never ventured into chat rooms again or fucked with a stranger on-line, I really learned my lesson. Iv managed to see the funny side now and is always a great topic with my girl friends after a few bottles of wine, after all who else can say they’ve been heard wanking oneself into a frenzied orgasm, by hundreds of West Irish pirate radio listeners?!
Saturday 22 September 2007
Karate Ken Part 2
So after our meeting in London it wasn’t long before we arranged to meet again, but this time he made quite a proposition.
“This time I want to fuck you” he says during one of our late night chats, …that goes without saying I thought. But Ken had a plan.
“Iv always wanted to go to a hotel room and have a beautiful stranger open the door wearing nothing but a bathrobe, just after showering, with her hair drenched around her shoulders. I would then snuck in and we’d get straight down to business ….. what do you think?” He asks
I agreed instantly.
Now I did give it some thought, Ken could be a murderer, but we’d been chatting for almost a year, I had met him once before and it felt safe …. and terribly exciting.
So I was again making arrangements to come to London, all I needed was a train ticket, a hotel and a sexy dressing gown. Easy.
It didn’t seem long after when I was in a London hotel room showering, I kept getting out to take sips of Vodka to ease my nerves and excitement but I was soon ready wearing a black see-through dressing gown which previously cost me a fucking fortune from Ann Summers and my hair was dripping wet over it, just as he requested.
So I sat and nervously waited.
Sipped more Voddy.
Got Horny and frigged for a while.
Then…. BANG … BANG!! fuck its him!
I was so shy in opening the door, he stepped in grinning and he said something which broke the ice. We giggled, but not for long, the door closed behind him and no sooner he had pinned me up against the wall. He smelt so good and his passion overwhelmed me, I loved his soft bites and him sliding his thumb into my mouth. He licked my nipples through my dressing gown until he couldn’t stop him self from pulling it open. He pressed himself into my damp flesh, and then pulled me over to the bed.
He lay down and I unzip his fly, freeing and stroking his heavenly cock, I gently lick it whilst staring up at him and then take it whole into my mouth. It stiffened more as I work his wonderful cock, wanking his shaft as I go.
I then climb over him and bring my pussy up to his mouth. He hungrily eats my damp cunt and the goose bumps spread over my back as he inserts his index finger deep into me, I quiver over his face, he parts my pink lips and frantically licks my clit and hole.
I gyrate myself over his face for a while, but I decided I need his cock inside me, so I climb down and suck it some more. I then guide it into me slowly, I let out a deep sigh as I take his full shaft in me and resisting to cum too quickly, I ride him slowly as I could.
But I cannot keep that up for too long, his cock felt too good, and the pleasure was too much for me so I build up my speed, ferociously riding his cock, moaning aloud each time I drive his cock deep into me.
My hair is still dripping wet, and beads of water grace my tits, he reached out for them and our eyes transfix.
I ride us both into a fantastic orgasm, soaking his cock with my juices as he pushes up his pelvis hard into my hole, pumping me full of lots of hot delicious cum.
It didn’t stop there, after five minute breaks we fucked the whole night through, in every position from the Karma Sutra in every corner and on every surface of the hotel room.
He eventually fell asleep around 4.30am but I watched him sleeping until the sun rose.
When I arrived back home, I caught up with Ken on-line, but he explained that he didn’t want to continue with this any more because of the guilt of being in a relationship and things were becoming to intense between us. I felt used and was hurt but eventually got over it, knowing it was my fault for getting involved with a taken man.
We lost touch for a long time, but we have managed to get in contact again. We still have our on-line chats and I consider him a good friend. Someone who taught me that woman should be liberal, and the term “slag or slapper” is shallow and narrow minded. I tell Ken all my secrets and we still talk about sex and our experiences, reminiscing of our own naught adventures.
I did meet Ken again, in London again when I was there for a business meeting, but it wasn’t the same sexually, we were just good mates … but a mate that I shared one of the most erotic times of my life with.
“This time I want to fuck you” he says during one of our late night chats, …that goes without saying I thought. But Ken had a plan.
“Iv always wanted to go to a hotel room and have a beautiful stranger open the door wearing nothing but a bathrobe, just after showering, with her hair drenched around her shoulders. I would then snuck in and we’d get straight down to business ….. what do you think?” He asks
I agreed instantly.
Now I did give it some thought, Ken could be a murderer, but we’d been chatting for almost a year, I had met him once before and it felt safe …. and terribly exciting.
So I was again making arrangements to come to London, all I needed was a train ticket, a hotel and a sexy dressing gown. Easy.
It didn’t seem long after when I was in a London hotel room showering, I kept getting out to take sips of Vodka to ease my nerves and excitement but I was soon ready wearing a black see-through dressing gown which previously cost me a fucking fortune from Ann Summers and my hair was dripping wet over it, just as he requested.
So I sat and nervously waited.
Sipped more Voddy.
Got Horny and frigged for a while.
Then…. BANG … BANG!! fuck its him!
I was so shy in opening the door, he stepped in grinning and he said something which broke the ice. We giggled, but not for long, the door closed behind him and no sooner he had pinned me up against the wall. He smelt so good and his passion overwhelmed me, I loved his soft bites and him sliding his thumb into my mouth. He licked my nipples through my dressing gown until he couldn’t stop him self from pulling it open. He pressed himself into my damp flesh, and then pulled me over to the bed.
He lay down and I unzip his fly, freeing and stroking his heavenly cock, I gently lick it whilst staring up at him and then take it whole into my mouth. It stiffened more as I work his wonderful cock, wanking his shaft as I go.
I then climb over him and bring my pussy up to his mouth. He hungrily eats my damp cunt and the goose bumps spread over my back as he inserts his index finger deep into me, I quiver over his face, he parts my pink lips and frantically licks my clit and hole.
I gyrate myself over his face for a while, but I decided I need his cock inside me, so I climb down and suck it some more. I then guide it into me slowly, I let out a deep sigh as I take his full shaft in me and resisting to cum too quickly, I ride him slowly as I could.
But I cannot keep that up for too long, his cock felt too good, and the pleasure was too much for me so I build up my speed, ferociously riding his cock, moaning aloud each time I drive his cock deep into me.
My hair is still dripping wet, and beads of water grace my tits, he reached out for them and our eyes transfix.
I ride us both into a fantastic orgasm, soaking his cock with my juices as he pushes up his pelvis hard into my hole, pumping me full of lots of hot delicious cum.
It didn’t stop there, after five minute breaks we fucked the whole night through, in every position from the Karma Sutra in every corner and on every surface of the hotel room.
He eventually fell asleep around 4.30am but I watched him sleeping until the sun rose.
When I arrived back home, I caught up with Ken on-line, but he explained that he didn’t want to continue with this any more because of the guilt of being in a relationship and things were becoming to intense between us. I felt used and was hurt but eventually got over it, knowing it was my fault for getting involved with a taken man.
We lost touch for a long time, but we have managed to get in contact again. We still have our on-line chats and I consider him a good friend. Someone who taught me that woman should be liberal, and the term “slag or slapper” is shallow and narrow minded. I tell Ken all my secrets and we still talk about sex and our experiences, reminiscing of our own naught adventures.
I did meet Ken again, in London again when I was there for a business meeting, but it wasn’t the same sexually, we were just good mates … but a mate that I shared one of the most erotic times of my life with.
Monday 10 September 2007
Karate Ken
We shall call this one Ken, wont explain why, but its obviously not his real name and I’ve chose it to conceal his identity.
I first met Ken when I first discovered the Internet and I set up a cheap second hand computer in the spare bedroom. I was intrigued by chat rooms, the fact that you could chat about anything to someone as far away as Singapore and if you were shy, you could hide behind your monitor and say what’s really on your mind or act completely out of character.
I soon developed a group of “on-line friends” but I specifically remember the moment I met Ken. A lot of the other male chatters were too forward and didn’t waste anytime to ask you for a top-less picture or your phone number, where as Ken took a more laid back approach, which is far more appealing to a woman than an eager pervert.
At first he never gave the impression that he wanted to talk about sex and he was simply chatting to pass the time at work.
He sent me a picture, which later proved to serve him a bit of justice; he had a lovely tan which enriched his dark hair and dazzling smile, not only was he handsome, he was also a high flyer that lived in London and worked as a Sub-Editor in the cities capital Fleet Street.
He had an arrogance that I liked, but was charming as well and I quickly became besotted with Ken and I hung onto every word he typed during our chat room conversations.
We soon developed an on-line sexual relationship which involved always talking about sex, what we do and don’t like, what we’d like to do to each other, sending each other erotic images, him of his erect cock and pictures of me bending over in black fish- net hold-ups or frigging myself wearing an England top, with my pussy in full glory.
He also loved to hear me cum on the phone and he used to call me after dark, to talk dirty to me and make me beg for his wonderful cock.
The only downside to this was that he had a girlfriend which kept us meeting for six months, finally his girlfriend went travelling and he asked me to come and meet him during his lunch break in London.
I was very excited that I would finally meet Ken, I lived and breathed him and that chemistry that I’ve spoke of in earlier blogs was in full effect. So I spent the week before, pruning, waxing and sun-showering. I bought perfume, underwear and a new black, well fitted dress that a cheeky zip that had been stitched in at the front that ran from the neck right down to my waist.
I remember walking through Oxford Street to meet him, the time I’d spent on grooming had certainly paid off, the dress fitted like a glove and my long wavy hair danced in the breeze, I looked sexy and I was turning heads as I wrestled the crowds.
I nervously waited outside the Trocedero Centre scrutinizing any passers by that resembled Ken, he finally arrived, and approaching immediately without doubting it was me.
“Alright?!” he asks in his cockney style accent which I found sexy.
“Eerm” yes I say, gently smiling giving my innocent under-the-hat look.
“Ca’mon, lets getta beear” he says enthusiastically.
I followed him into Oxford Street and up into Piccadilly Circus in single file, I was thinking of his first impression, he looked more radiant and handsome in his photo, but I was not disappointed, as we sat in the traditional London boozer his Robbie Williams style charisma was far more enchanting in real life. I cannot remember much in that lunch hour except that we got on well and he asked me to meet him after work that evening. So I went shopping on Oxford Street as he returned to work and we arranged to meet again outside the Trocedero at 5.30.
The afternoon flew buy and we were back in the Pub in no time. The alcohol was taking a merry effect and we happily flirted in the corner of the pub, reminiscing on all of our naughty encounters, until he finally reached over and whispered, “umm I have the strongest urge to unzip your dress” with that his lips met mine and we had a deep sensual snog over the bar stool until it was last orders.
I was due to catch the last train home and he escorted me to St Pancras train station, through the lights of Piccadilly, holding hands until we got onto the tube. Rushing into the carriage I leant against one of the yellow handrails near the doors.
Ken stood in front of me, embracing me again, frantically kissing, his legs between mine and I could feel his cock stiffen in his suit trousers as he grinded himself into me, into the rail.
I can see out the corner of my eye a Chinese man watching us and I stair at him length whilst Ken roles his tongue over mine and I swear I see a bulge appearing in his pants. “He’s looking I whisper” “He wants some, that why!” he whispers back and we both turn and giggle over at him as we leave the carriage.
We reach St Pancras Station, its such a shame we have to part, there’s only 10 minutes until my last train, we say our good buys in the shadows against the walls of the old station. It’s an intense moment and were still frantically kissing; I wanted him to fuck me so badly and was aching in frustration. Ken massages his hands around my neck, pressing his thumb along my throat, he takes the zip and pulls it down, exposing my little tits to the cold night air, he rubs his hands over each pert nipple and warms them both with his tongue, hurriedly not having much time he reaches into my damp g-stings, where my lips are hungry and sodden, he massages the neat landing strip I’d cropped only earlier and slides his fingers into my tight little cunt, massaging my arse with the other.
I deeply breath into him, the occasional moan escapes my lips as he finger fucks me
until my juices are dominating his fingers and with the same finger he interrupts our kissing and slides it into my mouth for me to taste, he roles his tongue over mine so he can taste me too.
“Umm you taste so sweet,, you’re a very sexy gal Jane” .. “Your soooo sexy” he adds in his cheeky cockney accent.
“Ohh I want you to fuck me now” I say twisting my own nipples.
Again feeling his stiff cock dig in to me, I bury myself into him, smelling him and his masculine scent wanting him desperately, but there was no chance of that, not here anyway so I board my train on a cloud of giddy drunkenness and the frustrations of sexual hunger. I travel home, mentally re-enacting the evenings events and the wonderfully passionate evening I’d shared with Ken.
I did eventually get to do the Full Monty with him …but that’s for another day and another Blog.
I first met Ken when I first discovered the Internet and I set up a cheap second hand computer in the spare bedroom. I was intrigued by chat rooms, the fact that you could chat about anything to someone as far away as Singapore and if you were shy, you could hide behind your monitor and say what’s really on your mind or act completely out of character.
I soon developed a group of “on-line friends” but I specifically remember the moment I met Ken. A lot of the other male chatters were too forward and didn’t waste anytime to ask you for a top-less picture or your phone number, where as Ken took a more laid back approach, which is far more appealing to a woman than an eager pervert.
At first he never gave the impression that he wanted to talk about sex and he was simply chatting to pass the time at work.
He sent me a picture, which later proved to serve him a bit of justice; he had a lovely tan which enriched his dark hair and dazzling smile, not only was he handsome, he was also a high flyer that lived in London and worked as a Sub-Editor in the cities capital Fleet Street.
He had an arrogance that I liked, but was charming as well and I quickly became besotted with Ken and I hung onto every word he typed during our chat room conversations.
We soon developed an on-line sexual relationship which involved always talking about sex, what we do and don’t like, what we’d like to do to each other, sending each other erotic images, him of his erect cock and pictures of me bending over in black fish- net hold-ups or frigging myself wearing an England top, with my pussy in full glory.
He also loved to hear me cum on the phone and he used to call me after dark, to talk dirty to me and make me beg for his wonderful cock.
The only downside to this was that he had a girlfriend which kept us meeting for six months, finally his girlfriend went travelling and he asked me to come and meet him during his lunch break in London.
I was very excited that I would finally meet Ken, I lived and breathed him and that chemistry that I’ve spoke of in earlier blogs was in full effect. So I spent the week before, pruning, waxing and sun-showering. I bought perfume, underwear and a new black, well fitted dress that a cheeky zip that had been stitched in at the front that ran from the neck right down to my waist.
I remember walking through Oxford Street to meet him, the time I’d spent on grooming had certainly paid off, the dress fitted like a glove and my long wavy hair danced in the breeze, I looked sexy and I was turning heads as I wrestled the crowds.
I nervously waited outside the Trocedero Centre scrutinizing any passers by that resembled Ken, he finally arrived, and approaching immediately without doubting it was me.
“Alright?!” he asks in his cockney style accent which I found sexy.
“Eerm” yes I say, gently smiling giving my innocent under-the-hat look.
“Ca’mon, lets getta beear” he says enthusiastically.
I followed him into Oxford Street and up into Piccadilly Circus in single file, I was thinking of his first impression, he looked more radiant and handsome in his photo, but I was not disappointed, as we sat in the traditional London boozer his Robbie Williams style charisma was far more enchanting in real life. I cannot remember much in that lunch hour except that we got on well and he asked me to meet him after work that evening. So I went shopping on Oxford Street as he returned to work and we arranged to meet again outside the Trocedero at 5.30.
The afternoon flew buy and we were back in the Pub in no time. The alcohol was taking a merry effect and we happily flirted in the corner of the pub, reminiscing on all of our naughty encounters, until he finally reached over and whispered, “umm I have the strongest urge to unzip your dress” with that his lips met mine and we had a deep sensual snog over the bar stool until it was last orders.
I was due to catch the last train home and he escorted me to St Pancras train station, through the lights of Piccadilly, holding hands until we got onto the tube. Rushing into the carriage I leant against one of the yellow handrails near the doors.
Ken stood in front of me, embracing me again, frantically kissing, his legs between mine and I could feel his cock stiffen in his suit trousers as he grinded himself into me, into the rail.
I can see out the corner of my eye a Chinese man watching us and I stair at him length whilst Ken roles his tongue over mine and I swear I see a bulge appearing in his pants. “He’s looking I whisper” “He wants some, that why!” he whispers back and we both turn and giggle over at him as we leave the carriage.
We reach St Pancras Station, its such a shame we have to part, there’s only 10 minutes until my last train, we say our good buys in the shadows against the walls of the old station. It’s an intense moment and were still frantically kissing; I wanted him to fuck me so badly and was aching in frustration. Ken massages his hands around my neck, pressing his thumb along my throat, he takes the zip and pulls it down, exposing my little tits to the cold night air, he rubs his hands over each pert nipple and warms them both with his tongue, hurriedly not having much time he reaches into my damp g-stings, where my lips are hungry and sodden, he massages the neat landing strip I’d cropped only earlier and slides his fingers into my tight little cunt, massaging my arse with the other.
I deeply breath into him, the occasional moan escapes my lips as he finger fucks me
until my juices are dominating his fingers and with the same finger he interrupts our kissing and slides it into my mouth for me to taste, he roles his tongue over mine so he can taste me too.
“Umm you taste so sweet,, you’re a very sexy gal Jane” .. “Your soooo sexy” he adds in his cheeky cockney accent.
“Ohh I want you to fuck me now” I say twisting my own nipples.
Again feeling his stiff cock dig in to me, I bury myself into him, smelling him and his masculine scent wanting him desperately, but there was no chance of that, not here anyway so I board my train on a cloud of giddy drunkenness and the frustrations of sexual hunger. I travel home, mentally re-enacting the evenings events and the wonderfully passionate evening I’d shared with Ken.
I did eventually get to do the Full Monty with him …but that’s for another day and another Blog.
Tuesday 4 September 2007
...And whats wrong with our minges?
I am still in the midst of my Porn Mania Faze and I have noticed that general Porn is changing. Like any commodity, a product has to be continually developed to keep it fresh so that the punters keep coming back I’m sure every porn producer asks themselves what can be done differently from their competitors and what new ideas can be incorporated to keep their movies fresh and ahead of their game.
Unfortunately they have chosen to degrade woman and abuse their amazing bodies to retain their excitement.
Now I’m not a feminist or about to burn my bra but there is too much anal shagging
in porn these days.
When I was too young to be watching Porkies, I remember secretly watching my parents 70’s porn films and the majority of penetration was happening in the pussy and then a small amount of anal at the end but these days it’s the opposite, a few minuets of penetration in the pussy and then they spend the rest of the time with their cocks inside a women’s back passage.
Believe it or not I don’t mind the anal scenes providing that all parties have consented. After all I have dabbled in anal shagging myself on many occasions only to find that there is little pleasure in it and can be breathtakingly painful once the cock has reached a particular area. I know that there is a fine line between pain and pleasure and I will always attempt to experiment in anal, if only if its on a Friday night, during times of acute messy drunkenness.
What I do object to is what appears to be a new-ish concept in porn, a lot of scenes now show a woman is being fucked hard in the arse cow-girl style and the guy then lifts her backside, so that her legs are either side of her head. He then spreads her arse cheeks, to show a very large star fish (about the width of a mans cock) in front of the lens. You can see a good few inches down the woman’s bum-hole and he jeers as he parades the hole that he’s been fucking. He then continues to fuck her and does this “lift” again and again.
Now I know you may argu that a woman puts herself in that situation, but I do think that woman, especially young girls become clouded in the industry and are under pressure from porn producers to be more this or that and is a case of, to earn the money you have to have your ass hole fucked and stretched to the size of a chocolate digestive.
The woman looks like a fucking idiot with her gormless face between her legs and her unnaturally stretched-out hole thrust up by her chin, I cannot imagine what pain she must be in and can only pray that they’ve given her some sort of local anaesthetic, and what about the poo, where did that go? She must have had an enema!
Is it me or do I sound like Germain Greer? I don’t think so. Come on guys, this cannot be a turn on? right?! and why the need to fuck the most toxic area of a human being, anyway- what exactly is this obsession with our bum holes?
I know that pornography from the 70’s has a pretty tragic reputation, but a least men never shaved their pubes, the right orifices where being shagged and it was all a tad more subtle.
Unfortunately they have chosen to degrade woman and abuse their amazing bodies to retain their excitement.
Now I’m not a feminist or about to burn my bra but there is too much anal shagging
in porn these days.
When I was too young to be watching Porkies, I remember secretly watching my parents 70’s porn films and the majority of penetration was happening in the pussy and then a small amount of anal at the end but these days it’s the opposite, a few minuets of penetration in the pussy and then they spend the rest of the time with their cocks inside a women’s back passage.
Believe it or not I don’t mind the anal scenes providing that all parties have consented. After all I have dabbled in anal shagging myself on many occasions only to find that there is little pleasure in it and can be breathtakingly painful once the cock has reached a particular area. I know that there is a fine line between pain and pleasure and I will always attempt to experiment in anal, if only if its on a Friday night, during times of acute messy drunkenness.
What I do object to is what appears to be a new-ish concept in porn, a lot of scenes now show a woman is being fucked hard in the arse cow-girl style and the guy then lifts her backside, so that her legs are either side of her head. He then spreads her arse cheeks, to show a very large star fish (about the width of a mans cock) in front of the lens. You can see a good few inches down the woman’s bum-hole and he jeers as he parades the hole that he’s been fucking. He then continues to fuck her and does this “lift” again and again.
Now I know you may argu that a woman puts herself in that situation, but I do think that woman, especially young girls become clouded in the industry and are under pressure from porn producers to be more this or that and is a case of, to earn the money you have to have your ass hole fucked and stretched to the size of a chocolate digestive.
The woman looks like a fucking idiot with her gormless face between her legs and her unnaturally stretched-out hole thrust up by her chin, I cannot imagine what pain she must be in and can only pray that they’ve given her some sort of local anaesthetic, and what about the poo, where did that go? She must have had an enema!
Is it me or do I sound like Germain Greer? I don’t think so. Come on guys, this cannot be a turn on? right?! and why the need to fuck the most toxic area of a human being, anyway- what exactly is this obsession with our bum holes?
I know that pornography from the 70’s has a pretty tragic reputation, but a least men never shaved their pubes, the right orifices where being shagged and it was all a tad more subtle.
Thursday 30 August 2007
Route 66
Of course porn, is not always to the answer in achieving a blinding good orgasm.
I call personal porn viewing a “lazy wank” because you don’t have to think or visualize anything as you would if you were simply fantasising over a fantasy. Everything becomes too much too soon and before you know it, the wank and orgasm is over.
The fantasy wank may take a good while longer to cum, but boy; it’s always greater than a lazy wank and it really is a case of “the best comes to those who wait”
To me, wanking is like brewing a good beer, the longer and more thought nurturing you give it, the longer and more satisfying it becomes.
I’ve read somewhere that women are deeper thinkers when it comes to fantasy’s and need more mental stimulation to achieve an orgasm. Men apparently are more visual and are happy as long as whatever porn their watching or whoever their fucking or whatever their fantasising over, then it must be visually outstanding.
I’m always amazed to learn of what gets people off and what brings them to orgasm in their lone personal moments. I like to hear the weird fantasy’s and compare them to my own level of weirdness, so Iv decided to write about my fantasies in my blog from time to time… and hopefully you might be inspired to share some of yours too.
I call this my Route 66 fantasy, now I don’t know where Route 66 starts and ends in America or whether is run’s through the Nervada desert but that’s were I am, hitch-hiking on one of those long roads which sweeps through a hot American state.
I’m standing by the dusty road edge, sporting a sort of cow-girl look, in a short denim mini skirt softened with a white, frilled blouse that ties at the front and supported by sling-back heels – for some reason I have blond curly hair, even though I’m brunette but my height stays the same at 4’11.
(Bloody strange how some things click certain switches) Anyway, the sun is beating down on me and one of those big fancy trucks approaches through the road dust – the shinny type that you see in American movies. It pulls along side me and one of three men inside, pokes his head through the window and asks:
“Wud y’all like a ride Ma’am” he says whilst chewing on some wheat and eye-balling my ample tits.
“Errr, yes, per-lease, to the next state if ya’ll don’t mi-ind” I say, pleased because I’ve finally got a ride.
“Of course we don’t mi-ind!, do we boys!” he gestures to the others and opens the truck door. I struggle climbing up the deep steps into the carriage. “I guess, yo’ll be needing help with that, ….. here let me help you” he kindly offers.
He jumps out, to help me into the truck by pushing my arse up inside the carriage, and again gesturing to his buddies, by smiling and winking confirming that he likes what he sees from the rear.
On entering the truck a second cow-boy is sat in the next passenger seat and asks
“I hope yo’ll don’t mi-ind si-iting ow-n ma knee, it’s a little cramped in here”
“Of course, I am glad for tha ride! I say perching myself on his knee and introducing myself to the driver.
We set off into the long, hot road happily introducing each other and after a couple of miles I can feel the 2nd cowboys cock grow hard underneath me, as I’m sat in his lap. With the rocking of the truck and his stiff cock digging in me, I quickly become aroused.
The 1st cow boy is sat right up close to me on my left, keeps smiling into my cleavage and begins kissing me, rolling his tongue over mine, he slides his hand into my cleavage, releasing my glorious breasts for the driver and 2nd cowboy to see.
“Ohh, you have real naace titties ma’am” say’s the driver and strokes his oil stained hand over them.
The 1st cowboy proceeds to lick each erect nipple, smothering his face in between each bouncing breast.
“Now let’s take a look at her pussy” says the 2nd Cowboy whos lap I’m sat in
and he pulls up my little denim skirt and takes my panties aside to reveal my fully shaved cunt.
All cowboys gaze on at my glistening pussy and the 1st cowboy in no time gets down and tastes my sweet juices, sliding his tongue between my pink little lips bringing me wetter and hornier by the minute.
He then rises in front of me and I can see his cock bulging in his dirty jeans, I unzip him to free his concrete tent-pole erection and start licking the end and shaft, getting all my spit over it, making it moist and I then take it whole in my mouth, sucking vigorously.
Meanwhile, the 2nd cowboy is finger fucking me and preparing me for his cock, he pulls it out of his fly and beings rubbing it between my sodden pussy lips and over my clit. He slides it in with ease, into my bold little cunt. So I slowly begin riding him, cow-girl style whilst, cowboy 1’s cock is deep down my throat.
“Awww boy’s, she has a darn good pussy!” says cowboy 2 and the driver looks on in envy and starts developing a very stiff cock for himself.
He grabs for my tits as I ride him, he pulls my leg’s wide apart driving himself into me, forcing me to fuck faster,
“Oh god, your going to make me cum!” I scream! So I squirt more juices over his cock, he feel’s himself cumming too, right after me and he pull’s out his cock and I wank his plentiful cum over my bold cunt.
“Wow she is hot!” Cheers the 2nd cow boy
“Now it’s my turn!” say’s the 1st cowboy and he bends me over the seats and begins fucking me hard
“Awww, Fuck me!”… “Fuck me HARDER!” I scream
He occasionally begins to spank my arse, and reaches for my blond curls, forcing me onto to him, pulling me by the waist onto his big delicious cock, fucking me roughly as I moan like a banshee.
“Am gunna fuck you like a WHORE!” he says with one big spank across my arse.
I reach into the drivers crotch and his cock feels like a rock through his grease stained jeans, I free it and it’s the biggest cock I’ve ever had the privilege to hold, admiring the thick veins and fat bell-end. I rapidly suck it, as I did with cowboy number 2, staring up at him, while I lick the end and shaft. He roles his head back at the postponed enjoyment but trying to concentrate on the long hot road ahead.
I’m still getting fucked hard by cowboy number 2, he rubs his thumb over my anus and twists and pinches my nipples, the pleasure is overwhelming and I feel myself cum again.
“That’s it, cum on my cock, you SLUT!” SPANK!
Whilst still holding the drivers cock, I have an almighty orgasm, gritting my teeth as it overwhelms me, he pull’s me by the shoulders harder into him and scream out.
“ Oh Yeah! Im cumin on ya dick!” I
He spins me over, taking his own cock and frantically wanks himself over my grand tits.
“AWWWW!!!” He moans, still shooting cum, over my face, sliding it into my mouth so that I can lavish and suck every last drop of cum.
Now, I’ve always cum in my fantasy before actually getting around to fucking the driver, I think the fact that he actually has to pull over seams to much hassle for the fantasy, but I suppose I would like to fuck missionary style on the road side if I had my wicked way and wasn’t so cum hungry.
So I often think about shagging multiple men when wanking, it could be a bunch of
rugby players or the Formula 1 racing team and even a particular favourite of mine –the entire Italian Mafiosa, yes including the fat ones. After all, its just a fantasy, I wouldn’t want to achieve this in real life, there’s only so much cock one can handle, no matter how big of a slut you are.
Oh, and sorry about the dodgy Texas style accent.
I call personal porn viewing a “lazy wank” because you don’t have to think or visualize anything as you would if you were simply fantasising over a fantasy. Everything becomes too much too soon and before you know it, the wank and orgasm is over.
The fantasy wank may take a good while longer to cum, but boy; it’s always greater than a lazy wank and it really is a case of “the best comes to those who wait”
To me, wanking is like brewing a good beer, the longer and more thought nurturing you give it, the longer and more satisfying it becomes.
I’ve read somewhere that women are deeper thinkers when it comes to fantasy’s and need more mental stimulation to achieve an orgasm. Men apparently are more visual and are happy as long as whatever porn their watching or whoever their fucking or whatever their fantasising over, then it must be visually outstanding.
I’m always amazed to learn of what gets people off and what brings them to orgasm in their lone personal moments. I like to hear the weird fantasy’s and compare them to my own level of weirdness, so Iv decided to write about my fantasies in my blog from time to time… and hopefully you might be inspired to share some of yours too.
I call this my Route 66 fantasy, now I don’t know where Route 66 starts and ends in America or whether is run’s through the Nervada desert but that’s were I am, hitch-hiking on one of those long roads which sweeps through a hot American state.
I’m standing by the dusty road edge, sporting a sort of cow-girl look, in a short denim mini skirt softened with a white, frilled blouse that ties at the front and supported by sling-back heels – for some reason I have blond curly hair, even though I’m brunette but my height stays the same at 4’11.
(Bloody strange how some things click certain switches) Anyway, the sun is beating down on me and one of those big fancy trucks approaches through the road dust – the shinny type that you see in American movies. It pulls along side me and one of three men inside, pokes his head through the window and asks:
“Wud y’all like a ride Ma’am” he says whilst chewing on some wheat and eye-balling my ample tits.
“Errr, yes, per-lease, to the next state if ya’ll don’t mi-ind” I say, pleased because I’ve finally got a ride.
“Of course we don’t mi-ind!, do we boys!” he gestures to the others and opens the truck door. I struggle climbing up the deep steps into the carriage. “I guess, yo’ll be needing help with that, ….. here let me help you” he kindly offers.
He jumps out, to help me into the truck by pushing my arse up inside the carriage, and again gesturing to his buddies, by smiling and winking confirming that he likes what he sees from the rear.
On entering the truck a second cow-boy is sat in the next passenger seat and asks
“I hope yo’ll don’t mi-ind si-iting ow-n ma knee, it’s a little cramped in here”
“Of course, I am glad for tha ride! I say perching myself on his knee and introducing myself to the driver.
We set off into the long, hot road happily introducing each other and after a couple of miles I can feel the 2nd cowboys cock grow hard underneath me, as I’m sat in his lap. With the rocking of the truck and his stiff cock digging in me, I quickly become aroused.
The 1st cow boy is sat right up close to me on my left, keeps smiling into my cleavage and begins kissing me, rolling his tongue over mine, he slides his hand into my cleavage, releasing my glorious breasts for the driver and 2nd cowboy to see.
“Ohh, you have real naace titties ma’am” say’s the driver and strokes his oil stained hand over them.
The 1st cowboy proceeds to lick each erect nipple, smothering his face in between each bouncing breast.
“Now let’s take a look at her pussy” says the 2nd Cowboy whos lap I’m sat in
and he pulls up my little denim skirt and takes my panties aside to reveal my fully shaved cunt.
All cowboys gaze on at my glistening pussy and the 1st cowboy in no time gets down and tastes my sweet juices, sliding his tongue between my pink little lips bringing me wetter and hornier by the minute.
He then rises in front of me and I can see his cock bulging in his dirty jeans, I unzip him to free his concrete tent-pole erection and start licking the end and shaft, getting all my spit over it, making it moist and I then take it whole in my mouth, sucking vigorously.
Meanwhile, the 2nd cowboy is finger fucking me and preparing me for his cock, he pulls it out of his fly and beings rubbing it between my sodden pussy lips and over my clit. He slides it in with ease, into my bold little cunt. So I slowly begin riding him, cow-girl style whilst, cowboy 1’s cock is deep down my throat.
“Awww boy’s, she has a darn good pussy!” says cowboy 2 and the driver looks on in envy and starts developing a very stiff cock for himself.
He grabs for my tits as I ride him, he pulls my leg’s wide apart driving himself into me, forcing me to fuck faster,
“Oh god, your going to make me cum!” I scream! So I squirt more juices over his cock, he feel’s himself cumming too, right after me and he pull’s out his cock and I wank his plentiful cum over my bold cunt.
“Wow she is hot!” Cheers the 2nd cow boy
“Now it’s my turn!” say’s the 1st cowboy and he bends me over the seats and begins fucking me hard
“Awww, Fuck me!”… “Fuck me HARDER!” I scream
He occasionally begins to spank my arse, and reaches for my blond curls, forcing me onto to him, pulling me by the waist onto his big delicious cock, fucking me roughly as I moan like a banshee.
“Am gunna fuck you like a WHORE!” he says with one big spank across my arse.
I reach into the drivers crotch and his cock feels like a rock through his grease stained jeans, I free it and it’s the biggest cock I’ve ever had the privilege to hold, admiring the thick veins and fat bell-end. I rapidly suck it, as I did with cowboy number 2, staring up at him, while I lick the end and shaft. He roles his head back at the postponed enjoyment but trying to concentrate on the long hot road ahead.
I’m still getting fucked hard by cowboy number 2, he rubs his thumb over my anus and twists and pinches my nipples, the pleasure is overwhelming and I feel myself cum again.
“That’s it, cum on my cock, you SLUT!” SPANK!
Whilst still holding the drivers cock, I have an almighty orgasm, gritting my teeth as it overwhelms me, he pull’s me by the shoulders harder into him and scream out.
“ Oh Yeah! Im cumin on ya dick!” I
He spins me over, taking his own cock and frantically wanks himself over my grand tits.
“AWWWW!!!” He moans, still shooting cum, over my face, sliding it into my mouth so that I can lavish and suck every last drop of cum.
Now, I’ve always cum in my fantasy before actually getting around to fucking the driver, I think the fact that he actually has to pull over seams to much hassle for the fantasy, but I suppose I would like to fuck missionary style on the road side if I had my wicked way and wasn’t so cum hungry.
So I often think about shagging multiple men when wanking, it could be a bunch of
rugby players or the Formula 1 racing team and even a particular favourite of mine –the entire Italian Mafiosa, yes including the fat ones. After all, its just a fantasy, I wouldn’t want to achieve this in real life, there’s only so much cock one can handle, no matter how big of a slut you are.
Oh, and sorry about the dodgy Texas style accent.
Monday 27 August 2007
Last Nights Porn Was "Pants"
How bizarre, as you may have read, that I'm going through a porn mania faze at the moment and last night as usual I put a DVD on before going to sleep. I was intrigued cos it was called "tight and white".......Ummm, sounds racist Ithought….….. Anyway, I popped it in and each scene started with a different girl wearing MASSIVE white cotton pants and then the same "actor" (term used loosely) fucked her wearing them in each scene. Strange. Is anyone else into fucking girls in MASSIVE white pants? If this is the case, why do I bother with expensive lace frillies, when I can get 4 pairs for £3.99 of the cotton variety in ASDA?
Thursday 23 August 2007
Do Girls Like Porn?
The benefit of having two brothers is that there’s always plenty of porn to go around, it happens like this. My older brother loan’s it to my younger brother and then
I then “borrow” it from my younger brother without him knowing. He is also unaware that I have been secretly calling him my “Porn Fairy” in recent years.
You perhaps find it strange that Iv been viewing the same porn as my siblings, but the chances are that they both enjoy different scene’s to what I like and this is the way I’ve managed to justify it to myself.
I’v observed that general porn film’s follow in the sequence so I’m sure there’s something for everyone.
Man & Woman, just to get you in the mood.
Lesbian’s, which look nothing like Lesbian’s - Lad’s favourite, girl-on-girl action
Two Woman and a Man – Now getting kinky, most men’s fantasy
Two Men and a woman – Perhaps something for the ladies or the guy that likes to watch.
Man & Woman – Just to keep it on a level
Mass Orgy or two couple’s – For the grand finale
At the moment I’m going through a bit of a porn mania faze, even though I have a full and active sex life, I see nothing wrong with having a secret moment with some of my favourite porn, but I cannot help wondering if other girls like porn too? I have tried casually asking fellow girl friends when we’ve all been drunk, but none say that they do, or are not likely to admit to it to me anyway. So I feel all alone in this world when it come’s to porn, and would be reassuring to hear from any readers that do, or guy’s-girlfriends that do.
I do find watching porn with a lover a bit strange and I’ve put it down to the following reasons
1. I think couples put the porn on cos they maybe bored of shagging each other
2. I cannot rewind and fast forward the bits I like
3. There are particular scenarios, which I like which I want to watch in my own seedy world
4. I find it a bit strange and would rather concentrate with the job in hand
Is anyone else feeling this?
I then “borrow” it from my younger brother without him knowing. He is also unaware that I have been secretly calling him my “Porn Fairy” in recent years.
You perhaps find it strange that Iv been viewing the same porn as my siblings, but the chances are that they both enjoy different scene’s to what I like and this is the way I’ve managed to justify it to myself.
I’v observed that general porn film’s follow in the sequence so I’m sure there’s something for everyone.
Man & Woman, just to get you in the mood.
Lesbian’s, which look nothing like Lesbian’s - Lad’s favourite, girl-on-girl action
Two Woman and a Man – Now getting kinky, most men’s fantasy
Two Men and a woman – Perhaps something for the ladies or the guy that likes to watch.
Man & Woman – Just to keep it on a level
Mass Orgy or two couple’s – For the grand finale
At the moment I’m going through a bit of a porn mania faze, even though I have a full and active sex life, I see nothing wrong with having a secret moment with some of my favourite porn, but I cannot help wondering if other girls like porn too? I have tried casually asking fellow girl friends when we’ve all been drunk, but none say that they do, or are not likely to admit to it to me anyway. So I feel all alone in this world when it come’s to porn, and would be reassuring to hear from any readers that do, or guy’s-girlfriends that do.
I do find watching porn with a lover a bit strange and I’ve put it down to the following reasons
1. I think couples put the porn on cos they maybe bored of shagging each other
2. I cannot rewind and fast forward the bits I like
3. There are particular scenarios, which I like which I want to watch in my own seedy world
4. I find it a bit strange and would rather concentrate with the job in hand
Is anyone else feeling this?
Wednesday 22 August 2007
The Girl Next Door
The weather god’s have not been kind to us this summer and to be quite honest I’m completely fed up with it. Only the other day I was loading up my car after a massive ASDA shop and the heavens opened, all over my clean-on summer dress and freshly washed and straightened hair, every girl’s nightmare. I stupidly said only 1 hour prior to being pissed on, that “by this afternoon, the sun will have burnt the cloud off ” which angered me even more.
I quickly began to cheer up reversing out of the car park, despite being soaked from top to bottom and started to feel horny as the rain water from my hair dripped under my dress and over my nipples making them stand to attention. Being horny made me remember one particular long hot summer, the kind that grannies tell you about …..
”When summers where summers and winters were winters”
I was fortunate that summer because; I worked nights which meant that I could spend endless days sitting in the garden soaking up this sun, working on a great tan. The sun beating down on specific body parts also made me feel horny and I spent my day lying there thinking up sexual fantasies to later wank over.
I momentarily got bored of this and decided to clean my car. There I was in the front drive soaping down my beloved red mini cooper,
Over the road I could see Dan, in his driveway, staring over. Dan was over 6ft, a thick-set big guy, about 32 years of age and owned a garage in the village, I got the feeling he fancied me from the way he would beam over when I ever passed his garage.
He wondered over to chat to my brother who was also pottering around in the fount garden, but I knew he’d come over just to have a closer look at my arse, that looked fantastic bent over my Mini, while I worked the suds.
To show him I was gratified, I casually flicked the crotch up on my skimpy shorts so that he could get a better view and maybe get to see a pussy lip if he looked hard enough. I was proud of my arse, it was better than Kylies then when I was 19.
I turned around, smiling at him, dipping the sponge and squeezing, allowing the odd splash of suds to drip down my top as I began to clean the roof and I smiled sweetly occasionally as he chatted to my brother.
As it was the weekend I didn’t have to work that night, so I went to my local to meet my friend. It was a wonderful summer’s evening and everyone was out in the beer garden enjoying the warm air. Dan was a regular in the local and I noticed him later on, when I caught him staring over.
After last orders I merrily walked home and was horny and thought that nothing would have pleased me more than a dirty fuck to end the evening. It appeared that my wish had been granted, because when I walked past Dan’s house to get to my own he was standing there waiting for me to return.
“Hello” he said “had a nice evening” he said
.. I smile,
“Would you like to come in for a bit?” he asked .. and added “Julie has gone away for the weekend” and then grinned and cheekily raised his eyebrows.
I was contemplating the age difference, I was 13 years younger than him, Iv always wanted to fuck an older bloke, especially one as big as him, I was tiny in comparison at 4’11 and he was over six foot, which made me feel feminine and sexy.
As soon as we slammed the front door shut behind us, he wasted no time kissing me, pushing me into the wall of the hallway, slowly to begin with, but became ferocious as we inhaled each other.
We gradually snogged our way into the lounge, I sit in the nearest sofa and he kneels down between my legs, pulling my dress over my shoulders to expose my erect little tits, he doesn’t stop kissing me, moving his big rough hands over my tiny frame. My pussy is sodden and I lean back in the chair, he licks each nipple admiring them and taking each breast in his mouth.
He take’s himself further down and pushes up my dress, so that my white, lace panties are in view which compliment my tan that I’d been working so effortlessly on. He pulls them down to show my neatly shaved pussy and begins massaging my pubis, inserting his big thick fingers, into my tight, but sodden hole, making me quiver with each finger-fuck as my juices flow over his wrist.
“Umm, your pussy looks amazing” he comments and buries his head between my legs, still finger fucking me but rolling his tongue over my clit at the same time.
“Oh and you taste good too” he adds.
The waves of pleasure grow through me and I wanted more, so I lean forwards and feel for his cock, bulging wonderfully in Dan’s jean’s, I rapidly free it from his fly and wank it without hesitation, in contrast my hands look tiny against his giant erection.
He sits back in another the chair, I wanted to suck it, but I felt selfish and wanted it in me badly, so I climb over him and slowly lower myself on to it. I’m moaning as he fully enters me, slowly I ride him but it’s difficult riding him there and cannot get any sort of rhythm going. So I gracefully get off and pull him up by the hand.
I then bend over the arm of the arm chair opposite,
“I would like it like this” I confidently say
He was happy to oblige and appeared pleased with my demands, for him to fuck me doggy style although surprised to be taking orders from a 19 year old.
So, he slides my mini dress over my arse, my better-than-kylies arse in fully glory , he parts my pussy lips, and pushes in his big fat cock, deep into my tight, teen pussy . There was a wave of pain and pleasure that rushed through me that made me bite my bottom lip and wonder whether I would be able to accommodate him,
The goose-bumps rise along my back with the second and third stab of his cock.
“Oh Dan, I gasp, that’s it”
“Awww, that’s good” I whisper
Yeah?!, .. and you have such a tight pussy
He reaches out for my nipples, finger-thumbing each of them, I moisten more and my juices flow over his cock, as I get into the rythem of him fucking me, pushing myself back onto him, using my high heels for stability. He pulls my shoulders grinding me into him, his big frame fucking my small one, fucking me harder … and harder
“Oh yes” I whisper
“Ummm yes, you have such a big cock!”
Ohhh, yeah!, I shriek, you’re going to make me cum, I moan
And from then I went blind, and the pleasure struck through me,
“Oh Im cumming” I blurted
I then felt, Dan’s shooting his spunk deep inside me, pumping me full of hot messy cum, moaning out as his orgasm takes him.
We both collapsed and he tells me what a delightful fuck I’d been and again I was proud that I’d said what I wanted because I’d had a lot more fun that way.
I quickly began to cheer up reversing out of the car park, despite being soaked from top to bottom and started to feel horny as the rain water from my hair dripped under my dress and over my nipples making them stand to attention. Being horny made me remember one particular long hot summer, the kind that grannies tell you about …..
”When summers where summers and winters were winters”
I was fortunate that summer because; I worked nights which meant that I could spend endless days sitting in the garden soaking up this sun, working on a great tan. The sun beating down on specific body parts also made me feel horny and I spent my day lying there thinking up sexual fantasies to later wank over.
I momentarily got bored of this and decided to clean my car. There I was in the front drive soaping down my beloved red mini cooper,
Over the road I could see Dan, in his driveway, staring over. Dan was over 6ft, a thick-set big guy, about 32 years of age and owned a garage in the village, I got the feeling he fancied me from the way he would beam over when I ever passed his garage.
He wondered over to chat to my brother who was also pottering around in the fount garden, but I knew he’d come over just to have a closer look at my arse, that looked fantastic bent over my Mini, while I worked the suds.
To show him I was gratified, I casually flicked the crotch up on my skimpy shorts so that he could get a better view and maybe get to see a pussy lip if he looked hard enough. I was proud of my arse, it was better than Kylies then when I was 19.
I turned around, smiling at him, dipping the sponge and squeezing, allowing the odd splash of suds to drip down my top as I began to clean the roof and I smiled sweetly occasionally as he chatted to my brother.
As it was the weekend I didn’t have to work that night, so I went to my local to meet my friend. It was a wonderful summer’s evening and everyone was out in the beer garden enjoying the warm air. Dan was a regular in the local and I noticed him later on, when I caught him staring over.
After last orders I merrily walked home and was horny and thought that nothing would have pleased me more than a dirty fuck to end the evening. It appeared that my wish had been granted, because when I walked past Dan’s house to get to my own he was standing there waiting for me to return.
“Hello” he said “had a nice evening” he said
.. I smile,
“Would you like to come in for a bit?” he asked .. and added “Julie has gone away for the weekend” and then grinned and cheekily raised his eyebrows.
I was contemplating the age difference, I was 13 years younger than him, Iv always wanted to fuck an older bloke, especially one as big as him, I was tiny in comparison at 4’11 and he was over six foot, which made me feel feminine and sexy.
As soon as we slammed the front door shut behind us, he wasted no time kissing me, pushing me into the wall of the hallway, slowly to begin with, but became ferocious as we inhaled each other.
We gradually snogged our way into the lounge, I sit in the nearest sofa and he kneels down between my legs, pulling my dress over my shoulders to expose my erect little tits, he doesn’t stop kissing me, moving his big rough hands over my tiny frame. My pussy is sodden and I lean back in the chair, he licks each nipple admiring them and taking each breast in his mouth.
He take’s himself further down and pushes up my dress, so that my white, lace panties are in view which compliment my tan that I’d been working so effortlessly on. He pulls them down to show my neatly shaved pussy and begins massaging my pubis, inserting his big thick fingers, into my tight, but sodden hole, making me quiver with each finger-fuck as my juices flow over his wrist.
“Umm, your pussy looks amazing” he comments and buries his head between my legs, still finger fucking me but rolling his tongue over my clit at the same time.
“Oh and you taste good too” he adds.
The waves of pleasure grow through me and I wanted more, so I lean forwards and feel for his cock, bulging wonderfully in Dan’s jean’s, I rapidly free it from his fly and wank it without hesitation, in contrast my hands look tiny against his giant erection.
He sits back in another the chair, I wanted to suck it, but I felt selfish and wanted it in me badly, so I climb over him and slowly lower myself on to it. I’m moaning as he fully enters me, slowly I ride him but it’s difficult riding him there and cannot get any sort of rhythm going. So I gracefully get off and pull him up by the hand.
I then bend over the arm of the arm chair opposite,
“I would like it like this” I confidently say
He was happy to oblige and appeared pleased with my demands, for him to fuck me doggy style although surprised to be taking orders from a 19 year old.
So, he slides my mini dress over my arse, my better-than-kylies arse in fully glory , he parts my pussy lips, and pushes in his big fat cock, deep into my tight, teen pussy . There was a wave of pain and pleasure that rushed through me that made me bite my bottom lip and wonder whether I would be able to accommodate him,
The goose-bumps rise along my back with the second and third stab of his cock.
“Oh Dan, I gasp, that’s it”
“Awww, that’s good” I whisper
Yeah?!, .. and you have such a tight pussy
He reaches out for my nipples, finger-thumbing each of them, I moisten more and my juices flow over his cock, as I get into the rythem of him fucking me, pushing myself back onto him, using my high heels for stability. He pulls my shoulders grinding me into him, his big frame fucking my small one, fucking me harder … and harder
“Oh yes” I whisper
“Ummm yes, you have such a big cock!”
Ohhh, yeah!, I shriek, you’re going to make me cum, I moan
And from then I went blind, and the pleasure struck through me,
“Oh Im cumming” I blurted
I then felt, Dan’s shooting his spunk deep inside me, pumping me full of hot messy cum, moaning out as his orgasm takes him.
We both collapsed and he tells me what a delightful fuck I’d been and again I was proud that I’d said what I wanted because I’d had a lot more fun that way.
Saturday 18 August 2007
General Stuff
My profile is crap, so here some general facts:
I’m 4’11
My music collection is Eclectic, from Eminem to Elvis
I love out door beauty
I like art by Toulouse Lautrec
My parents are divorced and was raised by my mum
I like walking in the Derbyshire Dales & Lake District
I started the out-of-control trifle riot of 82 during a Brownie commemorative party
celebrating the wedding of Charles & Di
I believe that positive thinking will solve everything
I get to go to India with work, but only get to see factories, to encourage ethical working conditions
I rush things, which makes me clumsy and scatty
I am brunette
I hate soaps & game shows
I have an innocent face, but cheeky smile
I like people that are humble
I love pasta with a good red wine
My car is rancid, but otherwise I love to clean
I’m head of a department
I lived on a council estate until I was 14 next door to a family of 8, all of which were unemployed except for a Doberman, who’s job it was to bark from 5am
I am white and British but from Italian descent
I’m a Sagittarius
I have a younger brother that developed a mental health condition in his teens, which I try to help him with
I have another older brother who has his own business
I once pooed in the bath and blamed it on my younger brother- which is probably why he became ill
I always dress up as wonder woman for hen parties
I loved Sunday school until I got some pubes
I’m 4’11
My music collection is Eclectic, from Eminem to Elvis
I love out door beauty
I like art by Toulouse Lautrec
My parents are divorced and was raised by my mum
I like walking in the Derbyshire Dales & Lake District
I started the out-of-control trifle riot of 82 during a Brownie commemorative party
celebrating the wedding of Charles & Di
I believe that positive thinking will solve everything
I get to go to India with work, but only get to see factories, to encourage ethical working conditions
I rush things, which makes me clumsy and scatty
I am brunette
I hate soaps & game shows
I have an innocent face, but cheeky smile
I like people that are humble
I love pasta with a good red wine
My car is rancid, but otherwise I love to clean
I’m head of a department
I lived on a council estate until I was 14 next door to a family of 8, all of which were unemployed except for a Doberman, who’s job it was to bark from 5am
I am white and British but from Italian descent
I’m a Sagittarius
I have a younger brother that developed a mental health condition in his teens, which I try to help him with
I have another older brother who has his own business
I once pooed in the bath and blamed it on my younger brother- which is probably why he became ill
I always dress up as wonder woman for hen parties
I loved Sunday school until I got some pubes
Friday 17 August 2007
Risky Business
During the end of the 90’s I was returning from Manchester via train after a night of awesome partying at the Hacienda with some lively Manc’s that I’d recently met whilst holidaying in Greece.
It was the summer of love and everyone, were indulging in £25 ecstasy pills which I recall ravers nick named recent batches “Mick Jaggers”. If you have ever experienced mass crowds on MDMA you will know how loved up people become, with the euphoric atmosphere that builds with the beat of the music that puts revellers on the love adrenalin super-highway.
I recall one girl bouncing over to furiously hug me, with pupils like satellite dishes and clutching her mineral water bottle to inform me that I was amazing as she had the same T-Shirt at home as what I was wearing, strange I know, but only being 17 so I went along with it. I never did these drugs, but I occasionally had a dab of amphetamine to keep me awake if it were a heavy all-nighter.
So on the train the next day and I’m still feeling that love adrenalin that’s infectious which has again been brought on by the motions of the train. Two stations south of Manchester and this handsome boy jumps on about my age, I immediately make eye contact and he smiles at me through his chin-length, sun bleached blond hair and sits opposite, across the table from me.
With my head rested back, I return a smile keeping the eye-contact. There’s an air of shyness about him, which is making me horny as I stair into his green eye’s and golden completion.
“Going anywhere nice” I ask?
“Returning home to Chesterfield ” he say’s appearing pleased that I’d began a conversation
“I’m going home too, just spent the weekend in Manchester, have been to the Hacienda” I say all smug and matter of fact.
Casually chatting and flirting, I lean forward, resting my elbows on the table, cupping my chin with my hand and keeping the eye-contact. I really fancied him and wanted to make a move and manipulate his shyness, so I slide my foot under the table and started to brush against his ankle. He gradually leans forward too, looking flustered, mirroring me, wresting his elbows on the table and continues to smile
“My stops coming soon” he say’s becoming disappointed
“In that case ill have to do this then”
Further forward I lean and gently begin kissing him, gently rolling my lips over his, teasing his tongue with mine and bringing us both into a deep transfixed kiss.
NEXT STATION CHESTERFIELD came on the announcement
Holding his neck, I pull away gently, softly biting his bottom lip slowly finishing, both keeping eye contact. He hurriedly searches in his pockets for a pen and paper
“here’s my number” as he say’s, shaking as he writing the numbers down.
..Promise you’ll ring”
“of course” I lie
“Promise” he finally says
He leaves the train, occasionally turning to keep the eye contact. He reaches the platform gazing through the glass for a last look and I gently smiled back.
I wish he had'nt have had to get off at Chesterfield, my pussy was wet and I would have loved to marched him in the toilet so he could eat it, gobbling my juices.
So, I went to the toilets all by myself and rubbed my wet little clit into a frenzied orgasm thinking of the boy with sun bleached hair, golden completion and great bone
structure. My stop was announced shortly after and after gathering my belongings, I threw my ticket into the bin along with the boy’s telephone number.
At the age of 17, I was proud of my confidence in cooley seducing a stranger on the Midland Mainline. I think I’d recently been watching the film Risky Business that subconsciously gave me the idea. I then wish I was a leggy-blond and looked like Rebecca De Mornay.
It was the summer of love and everyone, were indulging in £25 ecstasy pills which I recall ravers nick named recent batches “Mick Jaggers”. If you have ever experienced mass crowds on MDMA you will know how loved up people become, with the euphoric atmosphere that builds with the beat of the music that puts revellers on the love adrenalin super-highway.
I recall one girl bouncing over to furiously hug me, with pupils like satellite dishes and clutching her mineral water bottle to inform me that I was amazing as she had the same T-Shirt at home as what I was wearing, strange I know, but only being 17 so I went along with it. I never did these drugs, but I occasionally had a dab of amphetamine to keep me awake if it were a heavy all-nighter.
So on the train the next day and I’m still feeling that love adrenalin that’s infectious which has again been brought on by the motions of the train. Two stations south of Manchester and this handsome boy jumps on about my age, I immediately make eye contact and he smiles at me through his chin-length, sun bleached blond hair and sits opposite, across the table from me.
With my head rested back, I return a smile keeping the eye-contact. There’s an air of shyness about him, which is making me horny as I stair into his green eye’s and golden completion.
“Going anywhere nice” I ask?
“Returning home to Chesterfield ” he say’s appearing pleased that I’d began a conversation
“I’m going home too, just spent the weekend in Manchester, have been to the Hacienda” I say all smug and matter of fact.
Casually chatting and flirting, I lean forward, resting my elbows on the table, cupping my chin with my hand and keeping the eye-contact. I really fancied him and wanted to make a move and manipulate his shyness, so I slide my foot under the table and started to brush against his ankle. He gradually leans forward too, looking flustered, mirroring me, wresting his elbows on the table and continues to smile
“My stops coming soon” he say’s becoming disappointed
“In that case ill have to do this then”
Further forward I lean and gently begin kissing him, gently rolling my lips over his, teasing his tongue with mine and bringing us both into a deep transfixed kiss.
NEXT STATION CHESTERFIELD came on the announcement
Holding his neck, I pull away gently, softly biting his bottom lip slowly finishing, both keeping eye contact. He hurriedly searches in his pockets for a pen and paper
“here’s my number” as he say’s, shaking as he writing the numbers down.
..Promise you’ll ring”
“of course” I lie
“Promise” he finally says
He leaves the train, occasionally turning to keep the eye contact. He reaches the platform gazing through the glass for a last look and I gently smiled back.
I wish he had'nt have had to get off at Chesterfield, my pussy was wet and I would have loved to marched him in the toilet so he could eat it, gobbling my juices.
So, I went to the toilets all by myself and rubbed my wet little clit into a frenzied orgasm thinking of the boy with sun bleached hair, golden completion and great bone
structure. My stop was announced shortly after and after gathering my belongings, I threw my ticket into the bin along with the boy’s telephone number.
At the age of 17, I was proud of my confidence in cooley seducing a stranger on the Midland Mainline. I think I’d recently been watching the film Risky Business that subconsciously gave me the idea. I then wish I was a leggy-blond and looked like Rebecca De Mornay.
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