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According to maverick1255, my Cake Personality reveals:
"Lemon Meringue - Smooth, sexy and articulate with your hands, you are an excellent after-dinner speaker and a good teacher. But don't try to walk and chew gum at the same time. A bit of a diva at times, but you have many friends."
Scarily accurate, apart from the fact that I'd never try and chew gum any time, let alone while doing something else. I'm so poor at multi-tasking, you know, that I forget to talk during phone sex if my hands are busy....
Now, before that distracts you completely, don't forget to check out my blog (especially those filthy, filthy stories  ) ...
Oh, and if you're thinking about sex, please read Just fucking fuck me, already.. It encapsulates my thoughts and wishes very clearly.
This is a drama-free zone. Fakes, multiprofilers and people who write nasty comments about other people will not find a forum here.
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| How do you tell a guy he's sounding needy? |
Feb 18, 2007 4:51 pm
Mood: drained, 694 Views |  | I've got a date tomorrow (Monday) and I really don't want to back out of it, because I think that is so rude.
But.....
He came across me on Alt. We exchanged a couple of e-mails, he sounded nice and normal (as I am sure he is)
He knew I was away last week, although with access to a computer. He e-mailed me a number of times on Alt,also found me on Adult FriendFinder, so e-mailed me here for good measure.
All perfectly nice, friendly e-mails, though he has expressed the hope more than once that I haven't changed my mind about meeting up with him on the 19th. But the thing is, every time I get another one, it just makes me more - not less - likely to bail out at the last minute.
* Sigh *
And the thing is, the reason I have the date with him has now changed, anyway. It's not going to go further than coffee with him now, even if he thinks it might. I'm saving myself for a riproaring shag with man in a pool on Friday (although it will be in the comfort of a bed, I hope, as a pool would be a bit cold at this time of year).
Maybe I've left it too late to ask your opinions on whether I should cancel? Does anyone have any thoughts? |
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| And today's blog to be pimped is |
Feb 16, 2007 4:26 pm
Mood: horny, 680 Views | [blog vtHeavycream].
I love his vignettes of erotic fiction. Short, sweet and very hot. Yum.
And today's story contains a character supposedly based on me - though not sure I like the references to "enormous butt" | |
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| Men, by Women... |
Feb 13, 2007 4:55 am
Mood: amused, 838 Views |  | Q : What should you do if you see your ex-husband rolling around in pain on the ground?
A: Shoot him again.
Q: Why do little boys whine?
A: Because they are practising to be men.
Q: How many men does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: One - he just holds it up there and waits for the world to revolve around him, or three - one to screw in the bulb and two to listen to him brag about the screwing part.
Q: What do you call a handcuffed man?
A: Trustworthy.
Q: What does it mean when a man is in your bed gasping for breath and calling your name?
A: You didn't hold the pillow down long enough.
Q: Why does it take 100,000,000 sperm to fertilise one egg?
A: Because not one will stop and ask directions.
Q: Why do female black widow spiders kill their mates after Mating?
A: To stop the snoring before it starts.
Q: Why do men whistle when they are sitting on the toilet?
A: Because it helps them remember which end they need to wipe.
Q: What is the difference between men and women?
A: A woman wants one man to satisfy her every need. A man wants every woman to satisfy his one need.
Q: How do you keep your husband from reading your email?
A: Rename the folder to "Instructions Manuals."
Sorry if it sounds a bit like misandry, but you've got to admit, there's more than a grain of truth in some of these! To make up, the picture shows B. Bardot in the film Contempt |
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| My kids are not normal! |
Feb 12, 2007 4:12 pm
Mood: impressed, 761 Views | Well, one of them certainly isn't!
My eight (only just 8 ) year old came downstairs at 10pm and the conversation went like this:
Him: I've made a decision
Me: Which is?
Him: I'm not going on the Playstation or watching TV for a week
Me: (flabbergasted) Really? Why is that, then?
Him: Well I can't get to sleep at night, because every time I close my eyes I think about Lego Star Wars or Yin Yang Yong (or some such name - a TV programme)
Me: Oh, well that's probably a good decision. Good night.
Now, I'm not wrong, am I? That's a weird conversation to be initiated by an 8 year old, isn't it?! | |
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| Pussy - Shaved or Not? |
Feb 7, 2007 4:06 am
Mood: curious, 926 Views |  | <--- Does this cat look pissed off, or what?
Now, obviously I have not been paying attention for the last 10 years or so. But I'm starting to read up on it now and supposedly no- one leaves their pussy au naturel any more. Apparently "everyone" has a shaved pussy these days.
Now, this may be a fashion thing, and it may be a fetish, but I'm pretty certain that most of my friends don't shave. Actually, I have one friend whose husband is morally opposed to all forms of hair removal, and he looks like a caveman as a result. So I'm on pretty safe ground in guessing she's au naturel in the pubic area.
No, I haven't asked all my friends, but I will do if you like (hey, Madrigyl, do you shave down there?). We talk pretty openly about most things sexual, so I'm fairly sure the subject would have come up if we even felt it worthy of being a subject for discussion.
As far as I'm concerned, shaving is very sexy to have done for you ( ), and it feels nice for about a couple of hours. But the later stubble rash and itchiness and just general faff...! Far too high maintenance for me as a permanent arrangement.
And anyway, I'm always deeply suspicious of shaved pussies and of guys who like them like that. There is more than a hint of pre-pubescence about it, and I am so not comfortable with shagging a guy who gets turned on by this idea.
My personal preference is sort of half way house between a full bush and no bush. I leave the rug on at the front, and just trim the bikini lines. I mean, how does the rug's presence or absence affect anybody, apart from aesthetics? And I don't want to look like a 13 year old, thank you very much. So the rug stays, unless someone talks me out of it as part of a very sexy session. It's only hair - it'll grow back if we take it off.
But, most importantly for me, I do remove the hairs underneath and round towards the back (though I cream rather than shave, as it is both easier and not painful as they start to grow back). And surely, for those who worry about hairs between your teeth and hygiene, those are the only bits that matter anyway?
Oh, and while we're on the subject of shaving in general, I thought this was an interesting article: [post 709407].
So, do you shave your genitals?
If you do, why?
And if you don't, why not? |
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| Book Review - Bareback by Kit Whitfield |
Feb 6, 2007 3:39 pm
Mood: enthusiastic, 942 Views | I picked up this book half price at the local WH Smith's, mostly because Kate Atkinson's quote on the front cover was "Extraordinary"... although of course, I know that sometimes these things are quoted out of context ("extraordinary pile of shit" is easily shortened to extraordinary, for example).
Anyway, I have to tell you, this book is up there for me amongst novels like The Time Traveler's Wife. It truly is extraordinary, even though it is a debut novel.
It is a sort of detective thriller but in a world which is like ours yet totally different: it is populated by lycos and nons.
The basic premise is that most people are werewolves (the lycos), unless by birth accident/brain damage they are born as nons (also known as skins) - which means that they don't turn into werewolves at the full moon.
So, consequently, the pattern has emerged that the job falls to the nons to keep law and order at that time of the month, rounding up lycos who are not safely enclosed to prevent them causing damage.
The lycos are in the majority, and the nons are hated because they have all the power within their jurisdiction, and yet are despised in the outer world. Although there are some mixed marriages, where lycos and nons choose each other.
The main character, Lola, is a non, and at times you really understand how her central core of self-loathing arises from her unavoidable position in life. So when she falls in love with a lyco, it gets a bit tricky, especially as she can't tell him the details of what she does inside DORLA (the Department for the Ongoing Regulation of Lycanthropic Activity)...
I found it quite a complicated book to get into, to understand the terminology and why the two sides would loathe each other so much. But once I did manage that, it was a fantastic read. I genuinely had no idea where it was going, and I was gripped from chapter to chapter.
So much so that my kids didn't get sent to bed until after 9 this evening, because I completely forgot about them.
A book I am sure I will enjoy rereading in a few months. | |
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| The Ultimate in Safe Sex |
Feb 6, 2007 6:54 am
Mood: relaxed, 930 Views | It's about 10 months now since I broke up with Richard, my "transition guy", and since I started exploring alternative outlets for my sexual frustration.
Yes, yes, I know I can use my fingers (and yes I do), and yes I know I can use my toys (and yes I do). But I don't feel that either of those really brings me the contentment - for want of a better word - of proper sexual release.
I'm not just talking orgasms here. I'm talking about that well-being glow. For me, it's a very verbal, literary thing, not visual. Hence my stories.
Anyway, I thought I'd tell you about a few of my explorations after I discovered The Internet for this purpose.
First of all, I used to go to sex chat forums (Google is a marvellous beast), pick up guys - and the odd girl - and have cyber sex with them. No cams, no phone, just MSN-type conversations.
Sometimes I had to almost persuade them into it once I'd picked one up, because they were so focused on either phone or web cam. But everyone got off happily in the end, and a number of them begged me for my MSN address afterwards, so they would not lose me (one guy got back to me 6 months after I had last spoken to him!).
For me, it was fantastc. Totally anonymous and the filthier you are the better. Suited my dirty mind down to the ground. And of course, no need to leave the comfort of my own home. And if you didn't like it (some of the guys were pretty boring), you could just walk out. So rude, but they had their chance.
I was quite predatory really. One evening I "did" four guys one after the other, leaving them gibbering wrecks whilst I moved on to the next. Yikes!
You see, I get off on the whole conversation thing, but I'm not a one-handed typist. If the conversation is exceptionally good, I will save it, for later rereading, but for the most part I just replay it all in my head when I use my fingers later.
This was how I met my Australian toyboy cyber buddy. He's 22, overweight and a virgin. But I'll tell you, when it comes to cyber sex, he is The Man. It's something to do with how anally retentive he is and obsessive about detail, both traits which do not work in his favour in real life.
One of the things that annoys me about guys when you have cyber sex is that they get so excited they forget that they are supposed to be in your pussy, and the next minute they are in your mouth, or in your arse. There is no consistency at all (especially if you orchestrate a cyber gangbang, and I've done that before now!), and I find it really frustrating. Because it prevents me from really getting into it.
Whereas, P is a perfectionist. He knows what everyone is wearing, he knows exactly where we are and what roles we are playing. He makes me laugh when he adds in some little side detail ("this is not some seedy ground floor lap dancing club, it's a high class joint on the third floor" ), but the beauty for me is that he is visualising the fantasy in exactly the same way as I am. Bliss.
Plus, he is a dirty little so and so. I never thought I'd be outdone on kinks, but I'm an amateur in comparison.
So, he cured me of my addiction to casual cyber sex because now I have him available to tend to my cyber needs. I don't know if he even knows that I no longer trawl the forums hitting on guys.
I'll admit, I did still go to the sex chat forums from time to time, if P was not available (he's a student - sometimes I have to leave him alone to revise for exams: the first time we chatted, his responses were good but quite slow. It turned out he was trying to have cyber sex while revising Macroeconomic Theory at the same time).
One time, I ended up at 2 in the morning having cyber sex with both P and another guy at the same time. And P wiped the floor with the other guy - I was quite relieved when he pleaded tiredness and had to go to bed, to leave my little Aussie to rev my engines. P knew about the other guy, but the other guy did not know I was also talking to P at the same time - not bad for a woman who famously cannot multitask.
Sometimes, the guys would try to pressure me for a phone number so they could call me. Yeah, like that's going to happen, guys! As if a single mother of two wants guys phoning up for sex chats all over the place.
I did once agree to phone a guy after a good session. He wanted to call me and I said no. So he said he couldn't give me his number because he was married (yawn - how often have I had this conversation before?! They never asked if I was married). I explained that he would give me his number, I would call it witholding my own number and once we had finished I would not be keeping his number, so neither of us had any way to get in touch with each other afterwards.
Anyway, it had been a really good session, so I was pleased he agreed and gave me his number.
When he answered, he had the thickest Northern Ireland accent I have ever heard. It took me a few minutes even to understand what he was saying. But the phone sex was fantastic - all he wanted to do was talk dirty to me, so all I had to do was lie back and wank. I came like a train, it was so unbelievable. The fact that I could barely understand him only added to the whole "sex with a stranger" thing.
In fact, I've never had phone sex since, because I can't believe it could ever be as good as that, and I don't want to dilute the memory of a stunning wank session.
But then, after I'd settled down with P as my regular cyber partner, I discovered Adult FriendFinder and very soon found my way to the blogs. I posted up some of the erotic fiction I had written and then started to write more. I get a real buzz out of the immediacy of the whole thing - much more fun than publishing anything.
So that's how I came to be here in the first place  | |
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| I've got sticky-out nipples! |
Feb 5, 2007 4:57 am
Mood: enthusiastic, 990 Views |  | Yeah, yeah, yeah, I hear you say wearily. Hasn't everyone?
Actually, no.
Although I do have a friend who has boobs so small she refers to them as bobs, but at the same time suffers from pronounced nipple-stickyoutness. She wears plasters over hers, to deal with the issue 
And I did meet a fellow Adult FriendFinder blogger last year who told me her nipples stick out so much you could hang coathangers off them (she can out herself if she wants - not up to me!).
I was so jealous.
You see, I have what might be called recalcitrant nipples. Many years ago, I used to have two inverted nipples. Then, I forced one to be a bit more normal by twiddling with it on a regular basis. Eventually, it became a flat nipple rather than an inverted one, and would come out when coaxed.
But, I have to say I have never liked my nipples being touched, in the past. I always felt uncomfortable about it. The only reason I coaxed one out was so that I could breastfeed my children with the aid of a nipple shield (although it would pop out, it would never stay around, so the shield was essential).
In the last eighteen months or so, I have realised that although I have always had a very horny mind and damp thighs, the rest of my body has been sexually shut down for many years - one way of coping with a partner who wasn't that interested in sex, I guess.
And now, of course, I don't want that any more.
I have nipples, I want them to be played with. For the first time in my life, I love the feel of someone rolling my nipples around in their mouth, sucking and biting and all of that stuff.
But, as with all good recipes, first catch your nipples...
My left hand one started to pop out more and more easily over the last few months (thanks to J and his absent-minded habit of twiddling it while we were talking in bed) and then suddenly about a month ago it became an outie. Quite without warning. I can't tell you how excited I was that I suddenly had a proper womanly nobby bit!
And it has inspired me to take the other one in hand. So every day now I encourage it to come out and play and twiddle it for a count of fifty. Gradually and noticeably it is getting there.
Some day soon, I might even have two nobby womanly bits to be played with! Wey hey!
Oh, and no, that's not a picture of my nipples - I have much bigger tits than that
(Sorry, is all this tmi?) |
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| Losing Control (part 2) - fiction |
Feb 4, 2007 3:08 pm
Mood: aroused, 1169 Views | A rustle in the grass, and there was a large d o g approaching us, sniffing warily. Oh shit, this could be a problem. Mel could hear it and was beginning to freak a bit.
“Calm down, babe. It’s just a d o g,” I checked underneath it, “at least it’s a bitch!” My attempt to lighten the moment fell somewhat flat. I scanned around for its owner, but there was no- one to be seen.
The d o g approached Melissa and sniffed around her crotch, then cautiously poked out a tongue and started to lick. Oh fuck! My girlfriend was now seeing some oral action from a d o g, and who knew where its owner was. This could be really bad news, but I was cautious about untying her in case it got excited and started to bark.
Melissa started whimpering slightly and had opened her legs a little. Jesus, she was getting off on it! And I had to admit, it turned me on as well. I was hard as a rock. We must be a right pair of sickos to be enjoying this. But, hey, who wouldn’t enjoy such an enthusiastic tongue?
“Brandy, where are you? Here, girl, here!” That was the owner somewhere nearby. Suddenly, the bitch turned around and lolloped off, leaving us both slightly stunned. I grinned as I watched the owner attach her to her leash and say exasperatedly “Honestly, do you have to go off and sniff other animals all the time?”
“Hear that, Mel? You’re an animal according to Brandy’s owner.” She giggled in reply. I got out a wet wipe from my bag and wiped her crotch – after all, who knew where else Brandy’s tongue had been?
“Well, hello, what do we have here?” an amused voice broke in. I had forgotten to look out for my second stranger, but she had found us without any trouble.
Melissa stiffened as long manicured nails scratched lightly across her nipples. “Hmmm, you look very lovely tied there. But I wonder if I should take advantage of your restraint and make you listen to me sucking off your boyfriend here?”
I raised an eyebrow at her. This wasn’t part of the script, but she was obviously enjoying herself and playing the part of a stranger who has caught us unawares.
I’d be lying if I said her alternative scenario didn’t turn me on. With that bright red lipstick and voluptuous mouth, I reckon she’d give a first rate blow job. She noticed my full trousers and winked theatrically at me.
Maybe another time.
Instead, she leaned into Mel, rubbing her hands lustfully over her arse as she kissed her passionately, pulling her hips in towards hers. Then she got down onto her knees and, like the man before her, slipped her tongue between Mel’s thighs and started to lick her enthusiastically. She was either a great actress or was really into it, because I started to worry about whether her moans and slurps would be audible to passers by.
Girl on girl action presses all the right buttons for most red-blooded guys anyway, so it was no surprise I found myself unzipping my trousers while I watched them go at it hammer and tongs. I had never seen Mel at close quarters with another woman before, but we were obviously going to have to do it again sometime. She must have had at least three orgasms in about as many minutes, and my cock was about ready to explode, when the mystery woman sat back with a smile.
Looking at me, she saw I had my cock out and pushed my hand to one side to allow her to swallow me in one go. I was so shocked I had no opportunity to pull back. And to be honest, once she had her lips round me I didn’t want to. I moaned helplessly.
She talked around my cock to my girlfriend, so Mel was in no doubt as to what was going on. “God, he’s got a nice tasty cock, hasn’t he?” she slurped noisily and yummed enthusiastically as her long nails scraped over my balls. I could feel them beginning to tighten dangerously.
“Mel?” I enquired, needing to know if this was OK with her. It wasn’t part of my plan, but I didn’t want to stop it. I’d just got my first taste of things being outside my control, and I rather liked it.
“I want to hear you, David,” she replied, “I want to hear you explode in her mouth. Make her swallow every last drop.” It was all the permission I needed, and seconds later I came so heavily I thought she was going to gag. “Oh my fucking God, oh God!” I panted loudly as I pumped into her slutty mouth.
Wiping her chin with the back of her hand, she got up from her knees and then went over to kiss Mel deeply, passing the remains of my spunk into her mouth.
“Swallow the last few drops yourself, bitch” she whispered pleasantly and then walked off, leaving us both exhausted at her attentions.
Well, that had ruined my plans. I had been intending to untie Mel, lie her down and fuck her brains out when the woman left, but I was incapable of that now. She had drained me of every last drop and my cock was far too knackered to stand up to attention any time soon.
“Thank you,” I heard Mel say, and looked up to see a total stranger had come up and untied her, taking her blindfold off as well. She was standing there, rubbing her wrists where they were sore. He took them in his big hands, one at a time, and rubbed them for her, then helped her to lie on her back on the ground.
He was totally ignoring my presence, and she obviously thought this was part of the scene I had set up. I watched, fascinated. He reached forward, cupping his hand under her chin and gently kissed her.
“I have to say, I have rarely seen such a goddess in need of assistance.” His hand snaked to the back of her head and he pulled her towards him for a deeper kiss. His other hand gently caressed her body. This was obviously the time for sex with a stranger for Mel. Her hand moved towards the buckle of his trousers and undid it, reaching in to grasp his hardness. She settled onto her back and encouraged him forwards, over her, between her legs.
I watched them, mesmerised. I wasn’t the hot and horny fucking I’d had in mind for us. Languorous and dreamy, their hips moved in towards each other again and again until suddenly her body stiffened and she hissed “Yessss!”, closely followed by his own spasming.
He lay in her arms for a moment, then leaned forwards to kiss her. “Thank you,” he murmured and did up his trousers before walking off. It was if I was invisible.
And here we are back at home, lying in bed together, my little sub curled up tightly and smiling at the events of the day, completely unaware of how far they differed from what I had planned for her. Me, I’m still pretty stunned. | |
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