Lockdown 3

Well who knew in March 2020 that in January 2021 we would be in a 3rd lockdown.

I’ve just watched the Masked Singer and had a heated zoom call with my sister about who the sausage is, I know right this is what life has become. The Masked Singer is a bittersweet experience, on one hand I just adore it and on the other it has me all sad for live performance and theatres (my loves, if your paying attention). If you’re reading this do consider donating money to your local theatre or arts venue because my goodness do they need support right now, consider also all the online pay per view performances you can watch. Recommendations can be given if you would like, just ask here in the comments or on twitter.

So what’s new? Well I’m trying like many others to see a light at the end of this very, very long tunnel. It’s very hard as a sociable, total people loving person to see it. I’ve not, like most folk, seen my family or many friends for almost a year.

Today I felt really sad seeing the charity shops I love so much closed and I actually feel a little bit scared for the first time. I don’t think the antics of the American political system helped much. Just made the world feel even sadder really.

But you know the one good thing about lockdown again, the sex is fucking amazing and on tap. I said to my partner today I want to write more blog posts because it’s 2021 and women are still being repressed and told sex is bad, we should not be saying we like it ect. What a fight eh but I’m taking it on in 2021 with all the other incredible sex bloggers and erotic authors (again ask me in the comments and I can recommend) I’m taking on the repression that right now is serious as Instagram and Facebook ban the bloggers and authors and censor their joy and positive messages, whilst allowing the incels to thrive eeek, book recommendation coming up: Laura Bates ‘Men Who Hate Women’. If my blog helps one person feel empowered or explore or even just feel curious then I have done something worth while here. I want everyone to feel OK about themselves and their feelings, their passions and I want everyone to know it’s OK to feel that way, whatever way it is. Anyone who has read before will know I have been on quite a journey myself. But I am so lucky to have found a positive partner and I link back to my positive parents in terms of not limiting me as a teenager and my passions for theatre, specifically the Rocky Horror, and loving Madonna for my open mind and non-compliance with what society wants for us. To take it, have the babies, and be ashamed of ageing, well this girl will not have that, and nor should any one else.

Today I have embraced lockdown 3 with mind blowing sex, a new position, and well still in the zone really as I write this.

This morning began with some much needed cuddles, never ever forget the importance of cuddling especially in a warm bed with no hurry to get up. The same goes for kissing it must stay and be part of a loving relationship and remind you of the days you longed to French-kiss or ‘pash’ as my partner said yesterday, omg it brought back memories of parties and high school. I looked into his eyes and immediately fell in love all over again, this man just my soul mate. With one look we are in deep. I drop my head to his fully erect cock and take it in my mouth (the key here is to go slow it’s morning and no one needs to shake their head up, his words but oh so true) I love sucking his cock I could do it all day. It’s soft and hard all at the same time, his pre cum is leaking into my mouth and I want more of it more more. I edge his cock to the back of my throat and hold it there until I feel my gag reflex start to kick mmmmm. Slowly I slide back to the tip circling the head with my tongue and I glance up at him, I want him so much already. I go back to a gentle sucking/sliding motion and knowing I will get him inside me and when I do I will have an almost instant orgasm because we have got this down to a fine fine art and it’s delicious and I want to do it all the time, all day every day. He’s pulled my head up and kissed me deeply before dropping his own head to my throbbing clit, he knows how to tease me and how to extract an orgasm very quickly, I wonder what it will be now, It’s a fast ride to orgasm, I pull him up towards me and he slides right inside and I orgasm again intense and throbbing. God if this is what a lockdown gets me, hours and hours with no rush to be anywhere with my man. Then I should not be sad. I should be shouting from the rooftops. So here I am yelling it. If you are solo then explore yourself, if you are partnered my god please take this time to love each other.

Later today we tried out a new position, it’s a sideways one and my leg goes over his and one leg between a bit like a cross. Always willing to give things a go a lot of the positions you see particularly in porn are simply for the camera and are not at all pleasurable we have tried many and not got along with them, it’s always fun to try new things. We are very quick to decide if it’s for us or not, I guess because we both know really well what we like. Today this sideways position was a great fit first time and the second time (yes we had a lot of sex today) I was able to incorporate my womanizer toy and well lets just say this is going to be an epic position and we will be using it a lot, I came so hard I threw his cock out of me and well I can still feel the orgasm now 3 hours on or more. Needless to say he put his cock back inside me and we rode on until he exploded inside me. Oh this lockdown cant be so bad can it… here’s to tomorrow when we can do it all again. Oh and the snow can stay because it’s even more reason to fuck.

Lockdown twice a day fucking

So here’s the thing, the day the lockdown was announced March 23rd. My partner and I, who do not live together, had only touched on the subject a few times. But that fateful evening 7pm ish, my life changed as did everyone’s. My partner and I had never ever spoken on the phone. It was the weirdest experience ever. We both said so, neither of us sounded like each other.  Decision made, off I drive to collect him and all his stuff. Now he is a planner and loves a zombie/apocalypse film so prepared was the order of the day. But standing in his house it was blind panic and feelings of such devastation really. Was I asking him to leave his life to come to mine? Plants were swiftly scooped up, the orchid I bought him for his birthday cradled in my arms in the passenger seat as he took charge and drove us back to mine/now his house for the foreseeable future.

It was a tense evening. Not knowing if the decision was necessary or right.

Well 12 weeks on I can report on it, all of it. Maybe you will only want to hear about the sex tho? Hmmmm.

Well it’s fair to say I have and still am finding this a total head fuck. I enjoy people the most, that’s what I do. My jobs are all about people, so this has been very hard to not see folk. Plus my 3rd and most incredible love of my life job is gone for who knows how long in theatres and well it’s breaking my heart daily.

I have learnt lots about myself, how to be still, sit watch a film, learn some German on Duolingo, got pretty fit thank you Davina and YouTube Popsugar dance stuff, time to read finally, time to learn how to actually play Wii games! New games bought and learnt Carcassonne and Kingdomino. Turns out I’m not bad at all at strategy games. I’ve learnt a lot of IT stuff from working at home, as much as I hate it with a passion, I’m lucky to have jobs and it’s good to learn.  Baked loads of new cakes and planted a lot of veg which is all growing. Walked approx 44 miles each month so Google tells me.

Today Sunday June 14 it’s finally legal and ok for my partner to be in his own house and us to be a couple still, with staying over. So his stuff is packed and home he’s gone. I think the cat is missing him so much she has not stopped meowing since I came home. I feel her pain. What will it be like now, no help with the tea and the washing up! No kisses all day long.

Daily I’d say we have had sex at least twice. It’s really good to know at no time did it dip or drop off over all these weeks we both wanted each other more than normal I’d say.  I will miss the mornings the most waking up to his hard on pressed against my back, as I slowly turn and sleepily open my eyes to the mischief that I love so much. Tuning into his horniness and feeling tingles shooting around my body. Wanting him there and then, some days that’s exactly what we did, the feeling of fullness when you are barely awake fitting tightly inside, the feelings as he moves slowly at first then faster, almost unbelievable to be feeling my orgasm build so fast and cumming without any warning. I’ve grown so used to this morning love that without it I’m not sure what waking up will be like. I’m arming myself with the Satisfyer Pro and Doxy by the bed just in case and my trusty glass dildo.

Evening sex has been equally delicious, often staying up too late, most definitely drinking far too much wine but absolute determination from both of us to fuck. Lots of cock sucking. I adore the sounds I can get from him when I take his cock in my mouth, I know every single inch and can swirl my tongue in just the right place to hear a sigh or a gasp. I also know when my head will be stopped because he wants me, riding him now. Slowly I’ll oblige and sit myself down on him. Knowing as we both do to go slow, I often can’t maintain slow for too long. Because I want him hard and fast and deep and I want to cum and I want him to be forever inside me. It’s a feeling that nothing can compare to. Often he will flip me onto my back to make it last longer, depending on how tired we are and there I will cum so hard as he grinds against my clit with his cock. I’ll try to be quiet but fail. When he cums he will fall against me and we will squeeze each other like our lives depend on it.  What will I do tonight? I have no squease. It’s just me and the cat.  More adjustments, I hope when we see each other on Tuesday it will be fireworks as we spark off each other eager to have all of those missed fucks right now.

Ever thought about wearing your kinkiest clothes to work? Well now you can.

Lockdown post alert but remaining positive in this one.

So this week I have been thinking about the 14 half started blog posts and then I though hell I’ll just start another one.

The though of dressing in kinky gear to work from home has been floating in my head for about a little while. Last week when I had a really hard day working from home and I though about things I could do to make it better. That day I put my going out dancing clothes on towards the end of the day and immediately felt lifted in spirits. This lead to a dance in the living room and a fun ish evening of prosecco and chatting to good friends via various video calls.

Now this is not something I’m advising you do, especially if you take many face to face video calls in your work. Please don’t get sacked! However you could just dress the bottom half kinky and wear your most sensible top which is still going to be a lot of fun.  Its gotta be better than leaving your pj bottoms on. It will have you smiling I’m sure every time you get up to make a cup of tea, which I’ve found is a hazard of home working the amount of tea and milk required!

I’m thinking basque, fishnet stockings your favourite kinky knickers and just sitting will create fishnet marks on your legs and you will feel those, it will remind you hey I’m working but I’m dressed in my kink gear and hopefully this will create some joy and if not I’m sorry for the suggestion. Which of course it is just a suggestion. I imagine some of the bloggers who are my inspiration like Girl on the Net and Tabitha Rayne have worked in their kinky gear before, as this is their blog focus of sex and what not, and both have made a success of their blogs to make them their job.

I however have never worked from home and am not a long time blogger so this thought is one that makes me squeal a little and want to do it for me.  Some time this week I will heed my own advice and do this. watch this space.

I could certainly never head to work in my kinky clothes so for a little while and whilst life is far from normal embrace your loves it might be dressing up as a star wars character or something else.  But the point is it might just bring a smile, and your possibly not going to get this chance again. Because one day we will return to the new normal, new it will be but I’m sure embracing our kinky gear into the work place will not be something that is a recommendation to our work places.  I’m thinking more plastic face shields like the supermarket staff, which I guess some will enjoy. But certainly it won’t be come in to work and carry on as you have done at home. The cost of tea and milk will fall in my house at this point and well I may start to think things are getting back to how they were.

Hot Octopus Amo Review

I was very lucky to receive a Hot Octopus Amo to review earlier this month.

It arrived in a shiny pink box which of course made me smile alot. The bullet sits snugly in a black case inside the box with the usb charging lead and 2 leaflets. One with measuments and warranty. The other with pictorial instructions which I really like. It’s simple and classy. One picture shows the different patterns of vibration. There are 5 different patterns, and within in those patterns are different intensities. I am excited by this, even more exciting is the picture showing the toy is waterproof woop.

So I am very much a Doxy girl when it comes to masturbation I’m also partial to the Satisfier pro so if you are familiar with these you will know they are quite different. If unfamiliar in brief the Doxy is a wand vibrator which rumbles and for me has me orgasming in under a minute. The Satisfier pro is a suction toy and is much gentler and requires more focus from me to achieve orgasm but I love the build up with this toy, it’s delicious.

So let me say I chose to review the Amo after reading it was a quiet toy. This in itself really enticed me. I have teenage kids and the Doxy is quite loud. The Amo doesn’t disappoint it’s quiet indeed and really rumbly to hold(and use). The toy looks a little like a lipstick with a shiny holding part at the bottom widening slightly towards the top and coming towards a peak

Amo

It’s beautiful isn’t it?

So to charge this beauty it’s just a matter of plugging in the usb charger and inserting the pointed end into the toy above the indented on button. It charged in a couple of hours.

I’m usually more of a constant pattern kinda girl when it comes to toys. But this beauty has some intermittent patterns that are way strong and feel almost constant and make me squeal a little, this is high praise indeed. I took the toy to bed and had a real good try of all it’s patterns and ways of holding it. With my hand or hands free between my legs. The only issue I have is tiny really but the buttons are indented and one side has one which you press and hold to turn on( the first Patten is then in its lowest intensity) to change there are 2 buttons on the opposite side up and down. I need to take it up, because as a Doxy fan I like strong vibration quite early on. My only issue is remembering the side the ups and downs are on, from the on off and I seem to forget easily. But it’s not really an issue because it’s seconds to check as the buttons are indents you can feel those easily. The Amo has such power that the buttons issue pales into insignificance in the end.

I love that this toy allows strong rumbly vibration meaning I can come quickly if I want. Or I can play with the various patterns and allow a longer build, so fun build up , drop back a bit, edging. Allowing a full orgasm for me with the strongest constant setting to finish.

I was excited to try the toy with my partner it’s small enough to fit between 2 bodies. We experimented with him on top and me trying hands free but it moved a little too much so I went back to holding it. He enjoyed the vibrations he felt also. I tried it with me on top but I have all on to maintain woman on top before exploding into a screaming mess so with the Amo it was hard to focus and hold it where I wanted. Now it worked like a dream in doggy style and also in one of my favourite positions lying flat on my tummy. I pushed the Amo on to my clit and wow. My partner had to do a lot of work not to be expelled from my clenching vagina, orgasm after orgasm enabled by the incredible Amo. We will be using it together alot.

Thank you Hot Octopus Amo for allowing me to review your incredible product. Xx

Want

How much I want when I arrive home from working two jobs and a late finish in the theatre. I want to fall into your arms. I want to have you stroke my naked body and then push me on to your already hard cock, waiting for my mouth, wanting my mouth upon you. Feeling you harden more, wet as fuck wanting, needing you so badly. Pushing me on to my front. Roughly, reaching for my clit and sliding in behind me. Finding just how much want there is, (not kidding you) feeling the wetness, hearing my squeals. Wanting to make me wait. Oh yes I know the game. But I can’t wait I want you now. Fuck me, fuck me harder than that. I want to hear you gasping and feeling how I feel. I want to hear the need I feel. I want to know how much you want it too. I want to come now, I want you to come with me…so fucking hot. Then I want you to lie on top of me in my favourite aftercare position. Safe and feeling your weight on top of my naked shaking body. Not content with the immense fuck slowly your hand still in contact with my clit you circle a little. I gasp pleasure, wetness, more need.

I want you now, I know you can give me more, I know I can have more and there it is in no time at all, I’m coming again, your tongue lapping and mouth sucking, bringing me to the most exquisite orgasm wave up on wave, rolling and feeling those rainbows raid my brain, unable to see blinded by want for you. I want you inside me…it starts over, the want.

I’m not sure a day passes by when I don’t want all of that and then some. It makes me smile just to think about it. Luckily I don’t have to settle for just thinking because this new incredible reality is just that.

I hope to inspire other women to write about their wants and needs. I think it’s so important. We are socially conditioned to not speak about this , but this is what makes life for me. Finding the like minded folk to discuss it with is the icing on the cake.

Get wanting … I look forward to hearing about it.

Doxygasms with kisses and New Year’s Eve bangs

New Year’s Eve 2019, I couldn’t be happier. Post coital morning fuck the day after my birthday. Cuddles and kisses. I pop his soft cock in my mouth wondering if I can extract another orgasm so soon from him. Slow sloppy kisses up and down his dick, swirls of my tongue around the head and in very little time my efforts pay off, he starts to thrust into my mouth faster and faster and I feel him in the back of my throat and then he’s groaning and cumming hard, I suck every last bit of his hard cock kissing the tip as I snug back up to his side and into his warm arms. Mmmmm I say, that was not difficult was it. He grins at me, it’s the best.

Reaching down to my side I know I left Doxy 1 there, he laughs and says you normally wait till I’m in the shower. I say well today I’m going for it before you get in the shower just so you can’t say that. I pop a tiny bit of lube on my clit and switch on the magic. It takes literally seconds to be on the brink of a massive orgasm. He’s right there kissing my face stroking my cheeks and generally adding to what is quite a mind blowing experience anyway. I lead you into the new year with this one of my new favourite things Doxygasms with kisses.

Later that evening I strip for him in an unrehearsed fun, it came to me in a flash type situation. Red lacy body skin coloured stockings, see through burgundy shorts and top, a slinky black dress, ‘Touch-A, Touch-A, Touch Me’ from Rocky Horror to dance to. Maybe I should have had some of the raspberry vodka he bought me for my birthday before attempting this. I’m thinking what madness possessed me. But I crack on with it. It’s tea time on New Year’s Eve, I dance away, I sit on his lap, I get pushed to my knees, I suck his hard cock, he fucks me on my hands and knees, I come hard and fast more than once. How I love being pressed against the sofa, him behind me. Soon he’s gathered my hair in to his hand and pulls it tight… it’s all I can do not to convulse into a million pieces, shattering as yet another orgasm rips though my body. So good I never want it to end. My orgasm triggers his and as his cock rocks backwards and forwards inside me, I feel his orgasm take hold I want him there forever never moving away just in this position. It’s what it’s all about this feeling, it makes everything real.

Later we joke about bringing the new year in with a bang. At 11.50pm the joke is no longer a joke it’s a real thing. Pulling my clothes from me and pushing me onto my back on the floor, this is serious. As he enters me I struggle to contain orgasming there and then, I breathe I try to keep focus and kiss my beautiful man, he knows to keep a steady slow pace or I’m going to loose my mind too soon. As the clock on the TV starts to strike midnight, he starts to build pace. I try to hold off but my orgasm is having none of it and I’m cumming I can’t hold it back, after that I have to say it was a continuous orgasm roll, waves and waves of orgasms until he cums and we lay in a heap of cum on the living room floor.

This is 2020 folks be good to each other. I plan to read more and generally fuck even more. Because it’s incredible, I never tire of it always something new to learn and experience. I may try to write more.

Standing up

It’s Thursday it’s kink night.

Due to height differences it’s not always possible to fuck like they do in the movies. The standing up fuck is one that has evaded me most of my life. Because as my OH likes to say I’m tiny…or “your tiny.”

A while ago I purchased a plastic aerobics step with adjustable feet, allowing 2 height positions, £3 from my favourite charity shop. Best they don’t have any idea about it’s new purpose. Unless of course they stumble upon this and put 2 and 2 together. Then I may need to find a new favourite charity shop!

Anyway tonight it got a road test. Arriving dressed in my favourite red kinky underwear and black knee high socks. Having sent a few teasing photos and a hint I might be in need of some punishment for mismatched red undies and a sexy black dress that showed it, and for having my sock bows wonky. Because, well knee high socks with bows are tough to get straight and I wanted to get to his house rather than be at mine adjusting the bows. I arrived anticipation building on the 25 minute drive. Hair in pigtails just to add in a bit more fun. Answering the door he smiled a wide grin and took me in his arms kissing me hard.

“Upstairs”. I do like a command. No messing he positioned me in front of him and pushed me to my knees. I undid his fly and freed his hard cock, springing out, I wanted it right now thrusting as hard and deep as possible, but I knew I’d have to wait. Licking just the tip teasingly I look up at him. Seeing his want I got to work. He took both my hands and held them so I only had my mouth, this is as hot as fuck. Then using my pigtails as handles he pulled my head hard and fast taking it to the back of my throat and beyond. Tears form in my eyes as I choke on his glorious cock. I want it all in my mouth forever, loving the feeling of him pulsing as I reach my throats limits. Soon I’m placed facing the desk in-front of his bed lent slightly and my dress lifted up. He pulled my red knickers down and began to inflict firm slaps with his hands on both my bum cheeks, mmmmm. By now I’m really wanting his cock more than is possible to express. I can feel my cunt start to throb and I want the spanks, his cock, his fingers, everything. He is spanking me harder and harder then the riding crop is brought into play, brought roughly down hard over and over. Then tenderly reaching round and brushing my clit gently with a finger, feeling how wet I am for him. He whispers in my ear that I will have to wait yet and goes back to the riding crop. I’m a dripping horny wreak at this point, begging to be fucked.

Manoeuvring into a workable standing position is quite easy with the step, me on tiptoes he slides inside me from behind. My god it’s good, I shuffle my legs as tightly together as I can and bask in the glory. He takes my hands and leans me back towards him. This works a little. But it’s much easier me lent hands or elbows on the desk so we resume this way. He pumps me hard and fast, I loose my tiny mind! Waves of pleasure, such intense pleasure hitting my G-spot every time I’m almost squirting I can feel it. I can hear it. I come so hard I kick his cock firmly out squealing loudly, I have to take a minute. This time he repositions us. Adding height to the step, the legs have 2 positions and moving it to the doorway. I stand on the higher step. Holding the door frame he slides his cock easily inside me now that I have recovered from the first orgasm madness, and we resume, I once again tighten my legs together. It’s less G-spot intense on this height which is welcome at this point as I thought I might burst and possibly have the neighbours calling the police due to the amount of squealing I was doing in the lower position. I still felt so wet. This new position gave way to totally new fucking sensations, I loved it. We will be using it a lot. It just goes to show a bit of imagination and no one needs to be spending 100’s of pounds on kink kit. Unless you want to. I do recommend decent play items such as toys and lube, but furniture can be adapted and it’s really fun when a £3 find works out in the way this did.

Soon I’m stepped down and positioned in a firm favourite position on my hands and knees, doggy style on the bed he keeps up the hard fast pace, ramping it up until I’m orgasming and so is he, within seconds of each other feeling him explode inside me, my own orgasm rolling on and on, squeezing and relaxing again and again, my body not quite able to let it fully go. I stay face down on the bed. Breathing and trying to take in what just happened. It felt new it felt amazing. He lay there grinning at me. I wanted him right away right again. He pinned me to the bed with his feet at a right angle to me, all teasing and lovely. I manage to wiggle up to his side blissed out we kiss long and hard. Soon I’m on top of him riding his already hard cock. Because the previous fuck was so hard and really gave me an internal workout, with me on top riding him I come almost instantly my insides are heightened to new levels and my goodness it’s something else so intense I have to take minute and move my head to his cock, with my mouth, working it until I know to stop. I hop back on top for a crashing orgasm. Me, him, gasping and clutching each other. Fuck I could do this all day.

Is it Thursday yet?

Tickles and torment

On our ever expanding kink journey, we have been attending Lamchester which is a fabulous event run by Cosmic1 who has been running Lamlondon for 14 years.

Looking round the many stalls gives ideas for more kink and raises many questions in both our heads. Which we go on to research or ask. The kink community are very open to questions and really happy to explain and demonstrate.

I came upon an idea. Scheduling in kink at least once a week is our current mission plan. So settling down a few weeks back, with my plan in mind I promptly tied my OH to the bed using the handy underbed restraint kit, which remains in place at all times. It’s the lazy option, but effective when time is not always on your side. It’s a handy item to have.

I blindfolded him and tried to quietly find the items I would need to bring about some new sensations.

Taking my new secret torment tool out of my bag, and finding something contrasting from my partner’s box of play things. We are talking two totally different items.

How much I love to see his face, anticipation, its so hot to watch. To see the reactions and the want building up.

This is why being switchy is so good, experiencing both sides of the sub/dom is great you can gain so much from both experiences. Facial expressions the small gasps and reactions are deliciously rewarding.

I began with….wait for it a £1 eye shadow brush bought from your local Wilkinson’s or Primark both have this same brush. I started on his right finger tips slowly brushing all way down his arm to underneath his armpit then, not stopping the brush stroke, on to his neck then down his side (a good tickle spot), he visibility squirmed, down to his hip bone, slowly over his thigh to the knee and down to his toes.

Pausing to allow him to take in the sensations that just happened. I then take the Wartenberg wheel (if you are new to kink or just wanting to try something new or sensory I highly recommend buying one of these they retail for about £2.75 on eBay for a single wheel. Which is all you need really) I hold the wheel spikes with my finger as I lift it as I don’t want to give the game away. It does have quite a sound to it due to the spin of the wheel if not. As my man is blindfolded and thinking he’s getting the soft brush treatment I do not want him to know what’s about to happen.

Slowly I take the wheel to the tip of his opposite finger on his left. I begin to run the wheel all the way to his left toe following the same line as I did with the brush. He lets out small gasps as the sharp spikes brush against his sensitive bits of skin. I now quickly without hesitation take the bush and follow it down the same path fingertip to toe on the left. He’s all kinds of gasping now. I take the pin wheel and do the same on his right. Then I begin to make small variations in the journey of the wheel and the brush. Alternating and then running both together, brush on the left wheel down the right in unison. This is the reaction I love. Gasps, sighs, ooohs, ahhhs and more. I continue this for some time, enjoying his reactions. I particularly enjoyed the new gasps associated with bushing in upwards motions his already hard cock, seeing it harden more and more straining, pre cum glistening. At this point I remove the blindfold and leg restraints. And gently lick the top of his cock. I sit back smiling so hard it hurts my face. Moving over him I go in slowly and begin kissing those soft lips I’m met with wantful kisses from him pushing hard and fast. I pull away, slightly mocking now, I say “what is it you want?” I watch his face knowing exactly what he wants knowing he wants it all and is torn he wants my mouth on his cock which is standing so high I’d be surprised if he can find the words. Seeing his cock rise higher and feeling his wanting. Leaving his hands well and truly restrained, but removing the blindfold. I ask again, “what do you want?” He manages words “you I want you.”

“Oh I see” I say taking the Doxy 1 my original pink wand the one which requires you to hold on to your head. Putting it between my thighs and sitting back in front of his legs. I begin edging myself which takes very little effort when the Doxy is plugged in. Also it’s power is so intense that edging with the Doxy wand for me requires quite a lot of self-restraint. I do this for a little while. Watching him watching me. Wondering how long I’ll allow this sweet torture. Then I move the wand towards him. Holding it on his hard cock just how he likes it. Seeing the swell hearing the pleasurable sounds the Doxy is capable of inducing. I continue this for sometime. But keep a close eye on his reaction because, we are not done yet. Not even close to done.

Eventually when I can see a tipping point more gasps from him I remove the Doxy and place it firmly on my clit to enjoy the rumbles for a minute or two. Loving his needy face. Relishing the prospect of his pleasure fully in my control. Considering my next move. I straddle him, sliding his twitching hard as rock cock inside my very wet and wanting cunt. We both groan it’s bliss. I have to stop myself gong to hard and fast too soon. So taking a breath I ride him ever so slowly at first. Because in this position my ability to come hard and too fast is very real, and I want to savor him and this and love hard what we have here. I can feel him grow harder still inside me if that’s even possible. I start to grind a little, and he begins to try and take the pace. But I’m not allowing it yet. I’m calling the shots. I say so. Loving keeping the control for now. Making him wait. Because he knows how hard I will come from very little movement and he knows bucking his hips just a bit more will bring that on. We exchange a gaze of sheer pleasure. We both know what we want. He wants it now, he knows I do too, but I’m trying to have more will power and to prolong the amount of time I can hold him here. It’s a challenge. One I maybe lost this time. Because he starts to raise his hips and the pleasure starts to build up inside me. Straight away my blood is pumping fast throughout my body, the pleasure is cascading around my whole body I can’t stop it. I could fight it, but why would I? Instead I give into it and my orgasm comes fast and stays around rolling in waves of pleasure as I ride him hard and we crash eventually with his orgasm exploding inside me. Feeling every pulse as he lets go. I drop to his chest, kissing his neck and face. Hugging him hard. This is my happy. This is free, this is what life is meant to be. I slowly release his hands. Which I’ve checked over a few times for circulation (a restrained partner, needs a check every now and again for blood flow to any parts that are restrained)

The tables were turned not long after and all can say is the brush and wheel must be tried the sensation it creates is wickedly sensual, tickly and all sorts of amazing. It’s intense and crazy a sensation that must be experienced.

 

Premenstural fucking when your body goes do it now……

A week or so ago @FrankiCookney journalist and host of the @Secondcirclepod tweeted this it has inspired me to write about this very thing.

Before my period I’d say 2 days or so before I get to a point where I’m sensitive to the lightest touch I feel ripe like a peach ready to be picked. I am aware of the throbbing sensations in my tummy the descent of blood almost being held until the time is right. I have had times in my life where my body has held that limbo for days. I have needed to orgasm several times in order to move to actually having the period or that is how its felt (I’m sure it would have eventually happened but the agony of my horny body and the way it made me feel required the actions of myself and/or my partner)

Just a few weeks back I was in this very situation day 25 and ridiculously horny, sensitive to the point of knowing the sex was going to be something else. Then there was the disappointment that we no longer had the house to ourselves as planned. I may have cried, hormone overload. However the wait until way later that evening possibly played a part in what was possibly one of the most intense fucks of my life. Normally things play out downstairs over the course of an evening when he stays over. However I suggested going up to bed and once there, naked and so so ripe for the taking it happened.

Writing this now has me already in a frenzy of horn and I may need to get @TabithaErotica invention the @RubyGlow to help me out. This hands free sex toy invented for moments just like this.

So in bed I need literally the tiniest touch to squeal. I’m so wet and want him so much I can barley string words together, he uses the lightest touch to bring me to my first orgasm it’s what I call a fever pitch orgasm feeling high pitched somehow like the sensation is on a musical scale and this is at the top end of the scale. I’m begging now to be fucked, but he just looks at me with those mischievous eyes and moves into a position above me placing his cock in my willing mouth. I suck and lick until he has to pull away because this is not ending here ( I’d like to point out that not all sex is PIV and we often play like this without any penetration) but this was late at night and we were both on the same page. He knew I wanted him, he knew my body was accepting nothing less. Now positioned above me in missionary teasing me and still making me wait just a second or two more, then in one deep thrust he is inside me and oh my days I have no words. I start to orgasm right there on the first thrust and I can’t stop he continues to fuck me long deep thrusts and I am overcome with wave after wave of orgasm, running through my whole body. Unable to control it and just riding it out. This is what I call multiple orgasms for me. It’s unstoppable I try to breathe my way out of it to gain some sense of him. I manage a brief pause and kiss his gorgeous lips. Then I’m back in the spiralling colourful orgasm space in my head and body, blue and purple spirals each image in my head corresponding with the feelings my body is experiencing. I wonder if I may never stop cumming. I have to slow him down, but as I manage to open my eyes and drink him in I see the telltale signs he’s close to his own end so I try to move my body under his and join him in what has to be the biggest explosion I have ever had with a cock inside me. It was a @Doxy scale orgasm. I exploded as he did with a final hard and thuddy orgasm so different to to first high pitched one and to the waves I’d been having this was a serious orgasm it meant only one thing within minutes of this fuck I would be on my period it had done the job and the blood began to flow, its like this had to happen first. I feel this is a very under studied area of science.

Now I have had times in the past where I felt this way had no one to fuck and dealt with it, pre Doxy days with good old masturbation and only fingers so as not to wake people. I have had frustration with not being able to reach that thud required to bring about my period and have had times where I spent the whole next day knowing it was hanging, waiting, Needing this effort as it were to be able to make it’s way on wards. Likewise I have months where this is not an issue and doesn’t happen at all.

Anyone else experience this? Or share your experiences of anything related…

Spoons and a rude awakening

Spooning is a bit of a forgotten position. I sort of forgot about it, yes really I did. But not any more.

Since it’s rediscovery we have been working on the best use of this position and in the last few weeks we enjoyed it’s revival. It works well on a morning as it’s less energy zapping for both partners, lazy fuck central to start with.

As you know I’ve a bit of a morning fuck thing going on. I say a bit, I mean I adore morning fucking. Your body is so relaxed and just takes the pleasures inflicted upon it so well, so god damn well. I honestly think this is the best start to any day.

Holding hands first thing is my favourite. Tapping my clit, tiny taps at first, then slow circles with the instant wetness created. Sucking his rock hard cock, that is ready and waiting for my mouth to slide around it, so I can hear the gasps of pleasure.

I love him behind me his body fully encased against mine. Feeling the need build and hearing but not seeing can be way hot, I suppose it’s a little bit like using a blindfold as a sense is removed.

Wiggling onto his rock hard cock my back to his, sliding into my very wet cunt. That’s what I’m talking about. In fact I may have said that out loud, more than once. I start to convulse with in seconds, his cock hitting all the right internal places. Deep breathing and feeling every movement. I love to focus in on the sensations and just feel. I may be going mad but I get colours in my mind and it’s often quite different colours and patterns swirling and whirring around. It’s like the only time I ever has a Reiki session. For me it just adds to the whole experience.

Urgent thrusts, rocking me close so easily. Slowing right down, gentle caressing strokes and fingers on my nipples. Then it’s like he can read my mind.  Nipples pinched hard and pace building his hand around my chest me pulled hard to him, my hair pulled back. My legs straight and locked by his, pressed tightly together.  Gasping now because this is just what I need/want. Frantic now fast and as hard as is achievable in the spoons position. Loving it, never wanting it to stop. Both reaching orgasms in quick succession, that works so well in a morning.

But take a long bank holiday weekend and it’s the middle of the night , morning fucking takes on a whole new meaning. Awoken from my  blissful slumber by his hand reaching round my body seeking out my flesh and grinding behind me and honestly I’m not sure if it’s real or I’m dreaming at first. But well that hand and particularly his magic fingers becomes more urgent in their search for my flesh. I shuffle my pjs off, my body is instantly on board with this and wants it. I stay in a dreamy but semi awake slumber allowing all the sensations to take me on this rude awakening, one that we have discussed many times so I know that each of us has wanted and most importantly consented to this experience. Its erotic in a way I had not felt before, the middle of the night/morning and no cares in the world, two hot and relaxed bodies grinding together in the dark . Knowing that each one of us is getting off so much on the experience heightens the pleasure and I’m reaching my first orgasm within minutes of being penetrated. But it;s a soft flowing orgasm that allows my body to stay in rhythm and peaks at a lower point than normal ( it’s like my body knows it needs to go back to sleep after and the normal energising orgasms I experience are off the cards). I rise to another peak as my man makes appreciative groans behind me and speeds up the pace a bit, reaching his own orgasm and hugging me tightly to him.  I consider sleeping this way until he falls from my body naturally. But he moves to kiss me and we are apart. Next time… aims.

If you are thinking of trying this out I suggest a full conversation about it. I also think the spoons position works as its a rocking motion and not too much energy is used meaning you can drift back to dreamy zzzzzzz with happy smiles on your faces as we did.

Waking up the next day to no work we managed a whole 3 hour morning fucking session, before hunger got to us. Fingers crossed  for more of that then. How I wish that could happen every day.

Here’s to more rude awakenings and bank holidays.