Still wet even though the sun is out!

What a weekend I am having.

I received a little pressie the other day, it came in a brown cardboard box with no markings or suggestions as to what was inside, or where it came from. I opened it enthusiastically, and inside was a pretty box, it was colourfully striped, yet still not suggesting its contents.

Inside my mysterious package was a wonderful new vibe. It is something I have wanted for a while and mentioned to someone, so he sent me one. It is officially my new favourite toy. It plugs into the mains, so no worry with batteries (which I am always buying) and has many wonderful speeds.

I have been enjoying most nights this week. IT really is a fantastic present. It also came with some attachments, which I have not managed to try yet, but I am sure I will be giving them a go this weekend. Just thinking about it makes me a little wet!

Another reason I find myself sitting in damp knickers is the book I am reading. Kink seems to be very popular at the moment. I can't say I am surprised, I have known the merits of bondage for some years, but some people are rather slow. I read an article in the London Evening Standard the other day which proclaimed the virtues of kinky sex, and in there was a book that seems to have gone under my radar, so I purchased it and have been wet ever since. 'Fifty Shades of Grey' is an addictive read. Very sexy, a little main-stream so far but I can't put it down. I have so much work to do this weekend but have found myself glued to this book and a deck-chair on my balcony enjoying the sunshine.

What with new wands and books, it doesn't look like the work is going to get done. I need someone to tie my to my desk.... On second thoughts, no work would get done then either.

Amusing message

I just received this message on a kinky site, so amusing I felt I had to share!

Your face is for recognition; I slap it. Your mouth is for speaking; I spit in it.

Your hair is for brushing; I pull it.

Your ear is for listening; I bite it.

Your hands try to protect; I tie them.

Your lungs expand your ribs as you inhale deep; I crack your ribs with my fist.

The floor is for walking; I pull you across it by your hair.

Your knees are for kneeling; I force you to your knees.

Your lips are for kissing; fuck that for now, I pull my cock out and smear it across them.

Your throat is for swallowing; I choke it.

Your airways are tight; You choke,; you drool, you try to breath through your nose.

I intend to hurt your mouth, hurting it is my sole purpose as I thrust away at your mouth as if hurting it was the reason for it existing; perhaps it is.

.....

For more, all you have to do is reply with a memo saying 'scum'.

Nice meeting you


Delightful! Is it too much to ask for a gentleman who enjoys a little kink! Plainly it is!

Oh well, at least it makes for a funny read!

A proposal

"As required, I am going to make a proposal for an assignation," I began.

"There is a date that springs to mind. My proposal is that we meet in the afternoon at a suitably central location, enjoy a drink in unassuming surroundings and take the party to a room with some convenient sex furniture, he knows the one of which I am thinking.

"She will have laid out some implements on the bed, she will then decide on whom to use them. I know she enjoys planning, so the rest I leave to her. Being unsure of what implements she has, I cannot elaborate any further."

No-one responded.

I certainly sensed I needed to do more; "I made a proposal and have not heard anything. Clearly my proposal was not deemed satisfactory. Would more details work?"


She simply replied that she liked detail.

So I sent this;

"Details, well I shall have to be creative then.

"On arriving at the room, you select the required implements from your vast collection, he sets about creating an aesthetically pleasing rope harness on yours truly. This is then followed by more rope (well if it is my proposal there is bound to be lots of rope!) to tie off my hands behind my back, and legs. Immobile, I am then placed in a corner, possibly hooded so that one can't see, then perhaps a challenge is set. To obtain something? Or to perform a task? I am unsure of the fine details currently."

A series of firsts... Part three

It being a series of firsts, I should probably describe one of the firsts. He wanted me to pleasure her. I have enjoyed touching and fondling pussy before, especially hers, but never quite eaten one.
First I started to nibble, while she still had her rubber black and white frilly knickers. It seemed to do the trick!
With a man you know one is doing a good job, the results speak for themselves, but with a woman, the results are altogether more vocal. It starts with breathing, I mean I should know, I am no stranger to being a passenger on one of these rides, but never have I been to driver! The breathing turned to moans, very satisfying for the driver!

Rubber knickers removed, I got to work, the moans got louder and she was grinding her hips exquisitely. I let him take over, simply so I could observe a professional at work.
I learnt a lot.

Latex gloves were next. He wore one and I wore the other. We then decided to see how many fingers we could get inside her. I had four and he also had four at one stage, another fascinating lesson in the woman's anatomy.

She came eventually and seemed to enjoy having so many fingers bring her to climax. I think I like making a woman come, it is remarkably satisfying!

Later she had a work call to make, so we decided to amuse ourselves and fuck quietly on the bed, another first. I came while she was discussing something about 'taking the whip hand in the situation'...
Very apt I think you will agree!

A series of firsts... Part two

Now usually I get untied quickly, and the fondling starts but this time there was no hurry. I asked. I was denied, but it being my pink cuffs, I found a way out anyway. This was soon rectified with rope, and Bordeux has learnt that I need a strong knot, to be honest I think he might have been proving a point, but it certainly worked!

Legs were also untied, and then irritatingly retied so I was knelt on the sofa, bent over the back if the chair. I say irritatingly because there was no way it was going to be easy to come with my knickers still on and now no way of getting them off. Don't get me wrong, I love rope!

Then there was a text from our earwitness. 'make her wait'. As if they needed prompting. So with no use of my eyes, I couldn't really see what was going on, but only know that there was pleasure being had without me, occasionally there was a cock stuffed into my mouth, or a fondle, or perhaps the smack of a paddle in my rubber clad ass.

More frustration.

Another text 'still on conference call, please make her wait.' seriously... Who is this guy, I was beginning to hate him.

To pass the time they decided to make my ass red, really red, and for amusement thought that a collar and lead would keep me still. I am not a fan of the lead idea, it is rather dog-like, but she certainly found it useful. All of the above, however, caused my pussy-ache to get greater. Then the rubbers were pulled aside. I have to confess at this point my memory is vague, it could have been the lack of the sense of sight or haze of the orgasums I had, but I dot know who actually was behind me and who was infront. Needless to say I came, twice.

Although I do recollect being told to speak, to the earwitness. He was very fond of asking how I was feeling, I had limited words, but I was vocal! He was in a cab crossing London bridge, I came, he asked for a receipt from the taxi driver, a first as I have never come on the phone before, it was a distracting experience.

Then it was her turn....

A series of firsts

After much emailing back and forth, I arrived in the rather trendy east London hotel. He let me know via text what room they were in, and I nervously knocked on the door.
I was greeted by Bordeaux in his usual confidant manner, but this time I was more nervous of her than him.

She has an air of confidence about her that is sexy and intimidating. I had barely entered the room when I was ordered off to the bathroom to refresh. I was told I only had 10 minutes to sort myself out, adding to my nerves.

Rubber girdle pants, stockings and black bra was all I left the bathroom in and straight away I was blindfold, a stat I would find myself in for most of the evening. I sat, my legs were tied to the sofa legs, arms in cuffs behind my back and then I was 'ready'.

I had no idea of what the rush was about, I had a feeling someone might be joining us which gave my already aching pussy a little flutter. It turns out we were not going to receive a guest but the time schedule was for our earwitness!

A man I have never met wanted to know exactly how I was feeling, how I was tied and how horny I was. My power of description failed me. I stammered over my words and found explaining what I felt like hard. But this was just my warm up....

To be continued.

A snowy story

I was sent this story, by a man who saw a photo of me. I don't know his proper name, but I enjoyed the story none-the-less. So with his permission, here it is!


... She was trudging through the snow covered back garden wearing the most inappropriate clothing...

She wore a bikini, aquamarine blue, halter neck... Sunglasses, that on closer examination were totally concealling... Her ankles were hobbled by thick coarse rope that meant she could not stride out her long elegant legs.

Across her shoulders was a thick and obviously weighty piece of wood. Her wrists were tied to each end, and the rough rope round her neck held it up there too.

It was early in the ordeal and she was strong, stood upright and proud.

He led her to the middle of where the lawn would be, near the sundial plinth, and tied the hobble rope to an anchor rope round the stone. Scooping up up a handful of snow he took the halter neck top, and dropped a handful of snow into the left cup. She swore and he muttered... Stuffing more snow into the other cup. In time the snow would melt, but for now her tits were mishshapen, lumpen... She knew the same would happen with the bottoms and it did... She was shaking now... top heavy with the log on he shoulders... And then the first of the snowballs hit her.

In minutes it was over... She was on her knees, head pressed into the snow, arse in the air, and the red soles of the louboutins shining out ridiculously, like a warning sign.