Playtime

The Girl needs to have some fun. It's been too long. I am getting withdrawal symptoms...

Yes people thats right: I am going to spread my wings and have a break. I shall depart for sunnier isles and have a much deserved rest. I plan to spend my time off worshipping the sun, revelling in the sea and of course praying at the temple of my punany. All good fun.

Enjoy whatever it is you enjoy until then...
x

The Girls Guide to having Fun

Take two 6 1/2 inch jelly vibrators (Promise will do nicely)
Slip a flavoured condom onto one of them
Slide flavoured vibe into one's open and willing mouth
Suck hard
No, soft
No, deep - whilst wiggling one's tongue on the vibe's underside
Nibble lightly
Deepthroat
Squeeze with fingers
Rub against lips
Then take now wet vibrator and slide between legs whilst turning speed dial approx midway
Tease oneself
Don't put it in
Oh please, put it in
Ok, it's in
Turn speed up higher
Grind hips
Push down squeezing hard
Now get other vibrator and lube it up well and good
Hold it against the other opening, rub it lightly
Slide it in slowly
Hold still
Don't move
Just there
More
More
All the way
There
Use both hands
Move them in and out
Hard
Soft
Deep
Then
Spasms
Shaking
Sudden blindness
Gushing
An instant throbbing headache
And finally relief

Can't think of a better way to spend an hour in the pleasure of my own company. And you can't disagree with that...

To him

Am I not desirable
Am I not what you want
Don’t you want to put your arms around me
And know that I am yours

When you look into my eyes do you think of the tears
When you hold me against you can you feel my pain
Do you see behind the mask
And know what lies beneath

Am I not the one you want
Am I not a woman
Don’t you want to ask me that
And know that you’re my man

When you see me smile at you do you know I’m weeping
When you hold me in your arms do you know I’m lonely
Do you see who I really am
And want to take that on

Am I not good enough
Am I not the one
Don’t you want to be with me
And feel alive again

Fuck Buddies - Rules and Regulations

I'm thinking that there should be some type of rule-book on being a fuck-buddy, a 'how-to' as it were. Normally I would just agree to having non-emotionally binding/no expectations sex with someone without there being a (verbal or written) contract of sorts, but since my no-strings fuck with SP this week has now become somewhat confused, I am changing my mind.

I know Belle De Jour has her rules, I'd like to add mine to the list:

1. There should be respect between the two parties. If you are going to be fucking the living daylights out of someone, you should have the decency to keep to the arrangement (or cancel in advance) and be on time for the event.

2. If you are planning on only having a quick shag and have other plans afterwards, it's only decent to let the other party know that you are slotting them into a 'window' and avoid any disappointment (they may have been expecting a long night of passion), a quick shag can easily be rearranged.

3. There is no need to spend time discussing the other persons’ day/time at work/boyfriend/girlfriend/politics etc. You are not interested in debating the weather. You want sex with them. Tell them that, cut to the chase, make use of the time you have and enjoy.

4. Likewise, if you are going to call or text your fuck buddy during the week, don't make idle chit-chat; talk dirty, tell them you want them, arrange the next meeting and get off the phone.

5. Don't apologise for what you want, be polite, flirtatious and firm; make it clear that you don't want any emotional attachment and check that your partner wants the same. Mutual consent = good sex.

So SP and I had booked a night together for this week. He agrees to leave work early so we can have more time shagging. I'm thinking 5 maybe 6 hours of sex, then I leave. I'm looking forward to it (when am I ever not?). Scores of scenarios are springing to my mind: SP tells me he's planning a long slow licking of me, I'm hoping to have lots of cock in mouth action, and also that we'll have a really long slow fuck (as opposed to our 3 micro-fucks recently). I'm planning what clothes to slide into, which condoms to take with me and whether or not to wear any underwear (FYI I chose commando), when SP texts me:

"Won't be able to leave work til 7, still up for being eaten if that's not too late?"

Which I'm ok with, we all gotta work, I understand, I say ‘Yep’. Then he adds:

"And I gotta meet up with a mate to organise a stag do, but I’ll do that later."

And I'm thinking: later? Like when? 9 or 10pm? He wants to slot me in to a 2 hour slot (not forgetting the other 2 hours for me to travel to his place and back)? We planned this over a week ago, and only now does he mention this 'window'? He just broke rule number 1 and 2 simultaneously. Plus, SP's been breaking rule number 3 and 4 all week, getting all chatty with me, talking about work, how I am etc; whereas I've been sticking to them: being friendly but flirtatious, always referring to sex in my texts.

And I've nothing against a 2 hour shagging session, but I think I deserve more time than that to fuck his brains out, especially seeing as its been almost 3 weeks since we last shagged; if he was only planning a short session he could have let me know before now, so that I could make other arrangements if I wanted. I think I may just cancel with him anyway - see him when he (and I) have more time – this Girl has got to learn to be able to say ‘No’ sometimes….

Which will be hard for me, especially when it comes to RB. We spoke on the phone tonight – he is really lovely, we shall be going out sometime this week. And I really don’t want him to be a fuck buddy, I want to get to know him, see if there’s something that can develop. My plan of action, to NOT sleep with him:

a) See him in daylight hours
b) Drive, so that I can’t drink alcohol
c) Meet somewhere central and neutral (not near either of our flats)
d) Wear boring underwear (er, do I have any?)
e) Not to shave my legs

And keep saying ‘NO!’ over and over again in my head. Or failing that find out where I can buy a female chastity belt…

I feel robbed...

I woke up this morning with my vibrating balls inside me. No motion left in them, the batteries fully flat. Rubbing my post-Martini head, I recalled staggering into bed last night and cramming them inside me, ready for a quick rub.

And then I must have fallen asleep. Mid-frig. Without orgasming. Outrageous, I know. Almost as rude as a guy rolling over and crashing out after his climax. I felt like arguing with myself: I mean how dare I? Not even having the decency to follow through until I climaxed. And to top it off, the batteries running low; at least they could have lasted til the morning, waking me up with their near silent purr and throb.

No. I woke up with a sore head and a motionless sex toy. Damn. I am not one to let these things get the better of me: I had to restore the equilibrium of the world by having a fast rub and a fantastically explosive climax (x2) before I got out of bed. I felt much better for it, but I've now got to get some new batteries...

Some last minute item packing before I run off to the hotel again:
1 x Vibrator (and extra batteries)
1 x 3 Pack Durex Pleasuremax condoms
1 x Black lace teddy (with quick-open poppers)
2 x Black hold-up stockings
2 x 5 inch heel stilettos (black and brown)
1 x matching Lilac camisole and french knickers
10 x thongs (lacy, see-thru, and tie-string)

As well as all the other things I need for work:
Wet weather wear
Dry weather wear
Cold/hot weather wear
Clothes for rain fx/steam fx/wind fx/any other f-ing fx
Work boots
Work belt
Holsters for every attachment and piece of equipment you care to think of
Earpiece for the couvert headsets for the two-way radios we have to have on set

I wonder which items will provide me with the more interesting week?

More meat...

Well I am now a fully-fledged carnivore. More than a decade without the flesh, and obviously I had a lot of time to make up for: Steak, Bacon, Beef, Ham, Pastrami, Lamb - you name it - I had it. All very nice, but I still don't feel satisfied - at least not in the carnal sense. There's still some meats I crave eating (Salt Beef for starters, yum), but that's not it; I need meat...

All week I've been crazy horny, obsessed even. I have been dying to play during the day at work, but just haven't had the time, it's been driving me up the wall. I ended up texting SP some saucy stuff whilst I was at work. He responded well and gladly gave me enough material to work with. I was rewarded with an intense, heart racing, bed shaking climax later that night. Fab.

I know I have to fuck SP again. It's like I've got a 'back-up of fucks' with him that I need to get out of my system, a blockage if you like. There's so many things I want to do, and try out with him. I have scores of scenarios that I want to play out and I know he does too. The experimentation between us seems endless. Plus, we haven't had bad or even mediocre sex together yet; our physical connection is that strong.

And the Angel on my shoulder starts coughing loudly... As do a few of my readers no doubt. I know I'm being a hypocrite. I know I'm thinking with my pussy and not with my heart. And I know that if I re-read all my previous posts about SP, I would possibly be thinking very hard about what I am doing and maybe deciding not to do anything.

But I don't want to think about all that, at least not yet. I feel like I have control in this situation, that I have set the boundaries. If SP suddenly said he wanted a relationship with me, I am not going to turn around and say 'yes'. I would truly have to give it some thought and take it very slowly. And I am not expecting him to say that, though perhaps a little part of me would like it (Angel again). I guess I need to protect that part; if I feel its in danger, I will walk away. Until then, I'm gonna see how things go. My plan right now:

1) To sit on top of him and have a long, slow, deep fuck that goes on for ages.
2) To lie on my back on his dining room table and have him fucking me whilst standing.
3) To be pushed onto his bed, spanked, have his cock shoved in my mouth, be fucked really hard, then have him fuck me in the ass.

Simple pleasures really...

Sex with SP...

The devil won. Not in the biblical sense of course. Just the one on my shoulder. Not that anyone should be suprised, I have been stating ad infinitum how little willpower I have…

Which of course made me think of SP. Which of course made me text him. We talked about meeting for lunch. Then he suggested he ate me. Then I told him I wanted him in my mouth. Then we had a two hour sex-texting session culminating in our (almost simultaneous) wanking in our (respective) toilets at work. Very nice.

So I drove to SP’s, spent more than 2 hours in gridlocked traffic, not helped by SP texting me that he was stroking his cock thinking of me. Trying to drive with one hand fingering yourself is quite difficult believe me (though I have tried a few times now). By the time I got to SP’s I was soaking wet, and truly gagging for it.

He opened the door and we grabbed each other, ripping our clothes off. I pushed him against the wall and kicked the door shut. By the time he discovered I had no underwear on, I was ripping off his briefs and sticking his cock in my mouth. It was all too much for him and he exploded. I think he was more bothered about it than me: he was swearing at himself and hitting the wall. I just washed my mouth out, removed my skirt and lowered myself onto his hand where he had gone to sit. I was so close and I didn’t care whether it was his cock or hand inside me, as long as he fucked me. And fuck me he did. A couple of minutes (and a few orgasms) later, I was blissed out.

Later SP suggested dessert, some bananas, strawberries and cream. I thought we were going to eat them, but he had different ideas. He first dipped the strawberries in the cream and either fed them to me, kissed me with them, or rubbed me on my nipples or between my legs with them before he licked them and ate them. The sensation of the hard fruit and the cold wet cream against me was amazing, believe me. I was on the brink every time SP let the tip slip inside me. I got down off the worktop and slipped my fingers in some cream too, rubbed them against SP’s cock. He grew harder at my touch and when I slipped him into my mouth again, he groaned loudly. I wanted to carry on, but SP lifted me up onto the worktop again and grabbed the banana, dipped that in the cream as well, before rubbing it against me. As he slipped it in, he bent down to lick me. I honestly cannot describe how truly wonderful it was to have him nibble me and eat the banana together. So hot, damn. By the time he reached for the condom, I was about to explode: he entered me and we both climaxed. Awesome.

Although I was still horny (always the sex fiend), I knew SP needed to recuperate, so we fell asleep together. When we woke, I wanted him even more, but he said he was “shagged out” and didn’t think he could get another hard-on. Which of course made me want to get him hard even more.

So I went back to basics:
The lips, the tongue, the breasts, the hands, the hair, the cold breath.

I caressed him on:
His lips, his neck, his chest, his legs, his back, and finally his cock and balls.

It was:
Slow, steady, intermittent, firm, soft, light, intense and - my favourite - very wet.

And lo and behold, 30 minutes later:
He was hard again.

I think he was more surprised than me actually, he kept looking down as if to say “is that really my erection?!”

Anyway, I kept on, until I could feel him thrusting against me and I knew he was near. He pulled me up over him and said to me:

“I trust you are suitably wet?”

Which of course I was. And as he shoved his cock inside me I exploded with all my force. Which was too much for him, climaxing as soon as I did. Lovely, if a little short. But very very enjoyable…

So, we had fun, we had great food, great conversation, and great sex. We didn’t talk about ‘us’ which I am pleased about; I am not in the place where I want to discuss things with him yet. I wanted to have fun and I did. And I do not regret doing it – not for one second. Maybe that will change, I don’t know yet. For now, I am happy and that is all that matters.

This’ll make you laugh:

When I left SP’s I had to go to the supermarket to get some food. And I was hungry. For meat. Ravenous. Now, I haven’t eaten meat for 11 years. Yup that’s right, the only meat to pass my lips in that time has been hot cock. But all I could think of was devouring some meat. I don’t know whether it was as a result of having so much cock in my mouth that day or just being pre-menstrual, but either way, all my morals, ethics and politics went out the window: I bought a packet of Pork Tongue (I mean Pork!! Tongue!! Haha) and devoured the whole thing. And very nice it was too…

So, another week, another marathon post. Here’s to another great week xx

Sometimes I hate computers...

I have just spent over an hour writing a HUGE blog, which got deleted because my ISP's server went down momentarily.

And before you ask, I did try to COPY/CUT/PASTE it before I published, so that I would have a back up, but for some absurd reason with Bloggers new interface I cannot copy the page. (Any advice?)

So damnit, I am going to have to recall the whole damn week once more. In daylight anyway.
Grr.