Sunday, December 28, 2008
Well I'm back after spending a few days with my family in the town where I grew up. Unfortunately Mum was (and still is) sick, so that put a bit of a damper on it. But all in all, I had a really good time. This year I was more excited about giving out presents than getting any of my own (as was shown by me being the last to open presents). I bought Him a digital camera (which was needed), and a couple of seasons of House on dvd. The complete set of M.A.S.H on dvd was a present for a family member (from all of us) and my mum got some lovely Italian drinking glasses that she was after, as well as many other things.
And what did I get? Chocolates, Singstar game and many other things, but the best present I received this year (and the least expected)....an iPod Touch (16GB). Talk about shocked! I first saw the ad on tv one night and just said "that's so cool" (with much enthusiasm). I've been obsessed ever since I got it 3days ago. And I couldn't wait to come home so I could connect it all up and download some awesome apps. I'm even using it now as I type this :-)
Here's a pic I took on my iPod from an application (Spawn Illuminati):
So what else happened? Christmas dinner was yum yum yum! Roast chicken, pork, turkey, vegies, yummy potato bake (made by me), and so much I can't even recall at the moment. It was hot back home, so most of the time was spent hibernating in the air conditioned area of the house, which wasn't all that bad, just bad when you had to go outside of the two rooms for something. We took with us a board game we bought awhile ago. Spy Alley was so much more fun to play with more than two people. And I even won a game...guessed all of their secret identities! Yay for me.
Umm, I didn't get a chance to post my Christmas HNT, so I'm going to do something a little different. Rather than name three specific people to give something to, I'm going to state what I'd give all my readers (if I could).
These are loved and adored here in Australia. They are the yummiest biscuits ever. And who can turn down a chocolate-covered biscuit? Especially when it's double coated! So anyway, my Christmas Gift for you all is an endless supply of Tim Tam's.
So, with that, I wish you all the very best for this festive season. Enjoy the holidays and the time spent with loved ones.
This Week’s Picks
I’m kind of … insatiable.
“She’s gasping already. Each breath a moan, each touch connected to the noises she makes.”
The most spankable day of the year
“And for spankos, they are a high holy day to be approached with all the reverence and gaiety of a Pagan-cum Christian holiday.”
“It’s that kind of club - the kind you have to know about, the kind that doesn’t even have a name.”
Sex Work And Honesty: Being Childfree
Friday, December 19, 2008
Friday, December 05, 2008
It’s been almost 12months since I last shaved under my arms. (I don’t have worse b.o. now than when I was shaving regularly, it hasn’t really changed. Just in case you were wondering.) But I’m deciding whether it’s time to shave again. I don’t want to, but there’s a couple of factors that are making me think about it.
First off, I’m going back and spending Christmas with my family this year. And Christmas lunch, usually low key, with just a few people, is now being spent with extended family (20 or so people). It’s a (very) hot climate where I’ll be on the day, and to be honest, wearing a shirt with sleeves (to hide my hair) will be a rather uncomfortable option.
Now, some of you are probably thinking things along the lines of:
What’s the big deal, you’re comfortable with your hair, so why shave? or
It’s not their body, you’re only seeing them for a little amount of time and then leaving, so they can just deal with it. Etc.
See, the thing is, it’s not as simple as that. As much as I wish it was, it just isn’t. Last time my mum came to visit me, she was surprised and shocked that I still hadn’t shaved my legs (it’s been 17months since I shaved them). And comments were made. She hadn’t seen under my arms, so for the 3days and two nights that she was here, I was doing all I could to wear tops that hid my hair. On the day she was leaving (not even 2hours before), I got a bit lapse, lifted my arm up too high, at the wrong angle and she saw. The expression on her face said it all. Complete horror, shock, disbelief, disgust. Whatever, however you want to classify it; it was immediately obvious that this was something she wasn’t really ok with.
In the past, when I was living at home, there were medical reasons* why I couldn’t shave my legs. This she accepted. She also accepted the fact that I couldn’t see in the shower well enough without my glasses to do a half decent job. The other night, I’m on the phone with her and the subject comes up. “You’ve got contacts now; you can see to do them. And what about under your arms?”. “Yes, but I’m still having problems* when I do shave”. (Not totally true, but since I’ve stopped shaving the problems have gone away).
This is something I’m quite sensitive about. When this was brought up, I was just sick of it being an issue for her, when it’s not with me. Okay, body hair isn’t accepted here on women (or in many other places for that matter), but fuck it, if I want to not shave, then I don’t fucking have to! I got quite stirred up when it was brought up. She even said “Don’t you think he wants you to shave?” to which my reply was “If he wants me to, he’ll tell me”. Then she started saying that she’ll just have to start calling me a hippie. This, just rubbed me the wrong way. My response was “And what if I don’t want to shave my legs? Can’t you just accept that this is me?” You could hear the disappointment in her sigh.
So this is where I am. Going home to spend a few days of the holidays with the family, knowing that this will be an issue. Knowing that something or many things will be said to me. And I just don’t feel like defending myself. And why the fuck should I? I’m happy with how I am, he’s happy with how I am. But then I think “fuck it. It’s just going to be easier to shave and not have these hassles”. Problem is, the more I think about it, the more attached I’ve become. And it’s also a matter of principle. I don’t see you all that often, so in the grand scheme of things, why should you care? Can’t you just still love me,
warts hair and all? I had decided to shave for Christmas, and I even told him that I would. His reaction “why?”
And I’m visiting other family members tomorrow most of whom haven’t seen me in two and a half years, and I thought, “Well if I’m going to shave for Christmas, I should just get it over and done with and do it now, before I go and visit them”. Again, the more I think about it, the more I am against it.
I don’t want to shave to please other people, and I don’t have to; that’s my choice. But on the same token, I don’t want to be questioned about it either. I want to be strong and just say “fuck it. This is who I am. Like it or lump it.” But I don’t know if I am that strong.
Right now as I write this, I think I am strong enough to stand by my decision and have that attitude. But who knows, I’ve still got 24 hours until I leave to visit the family tomorrow, and 17 days until I go home for Christmas. I’ll probably swing back and forth between “yes, just do it” and “no, fuck ‘em” between now and then.
I’m attached to my hair. I’m a hair friendly woman. And I’m proud of that. Okay, so it may not be for everyone, but does anyone else really have a right to question me?
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
I'll still be checking in on what you're all up to, but I may just be lurking, rather than commenting.
Until next time,
Friday, October 31, 2008
The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #152? Submit a link to your best post of the week by emailing me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.
This Week’s Picks
Help, My Friend Says I Have an Ugly Vagina!
“Say no to vagina prejudice!”
“Kiss My Boots.”
“One of the more unexpected hairpin turns I navigated in my “Coming Out” into BDSM involved a series of moments that were deceptively simple, perhaps even innocent, in a way.”
“I felt and then heard a low rumble of a slightly sadistic chuckle from him.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sass And The Sadist
(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)
BDSM & Fetish
BDSM, S&M and Sex And The City
Girl On Top
Got to Love Subby Friends
“He Calls me”SLUT”" ~I call him MASTER!
I know you
My Muse-15th entry
A Quiet Night In
Sweet VS Saucy
That’s a great way to spend an afternoon
Erotic Writing and Experiences
14 Days, 14 Girls Part 4: Kim
Duties of The Admired Fuck
First Day on the Job
The First Squirt
Let me introduce you to my special talent….
Neighbor’s Hot Tub
Rebel in the Wild
A Return to Form
She can take more.
Someplace I’ve never been, part 3
Thrill In The Woods - Chapter 2
Wanting to Be Wanted
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Here are the rules:
* Link to your tagger and list these rules on your blog.
* Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog - some random, some weird.
* Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blog.
* Let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
1) I love axolotl's. I think they look awesome & cute (especially when they yawn).
2) I own my own bowling ball and 3 bowling pins. I hope to one day have 10 so I can play in my back yard.
3) I am overly protective of my cheese. Ask me to cut you a piece when I'm cutting one for myself, DO NOT expect me to share. I LOVE my cheese.
4) When it comes to creepy crawlies in the house, I'm that typical woman who shrieks and jumps onto the nearest piece of furniture (anywhere up). This is worse if it is a spider or a cockroach.
5) I'm extremely ticklish (more than anyone you've ever met, I'm sure). I'm tickled on a daily basis. I am so sensitive that Daddy finds it terribly amusing to continue tickling me on the pretense of trying to find a spot that isn't ticklish. I am an endless supply of fun for Him. (He just tickled me as I was typing that).
6)I love refrigerated water!! From goodness-knows-how long ago (very young) we've always had at least 1 bottle of cold water in the fridge at all times. Still do now in fact.
7) Daddy says I do the worse impersonation of a cannibal; but I'm cute when I do them.
I'm not going to tag anyone, so I'm breaking the rules. So be it, most of you have done it already, if you haven't, consider this your tag. And let me know you're doing it....I wanna hear a bit more about you!
Thursday, October 16, 2008
I saw a beautiful picture once of a pretty lady. She was sitting just as I am and she was naked, but all her 'naughty' bits were covered; the picture had taste. It was beautiful and I was drawn to it. Ever since then, I've wanted to re-create the picture, except with me in it. Now that I'm happy with my body, more so than ever before, I decided to take this picture of me.
It is just one of many significant steps that I have taken and will take on my journey. Enjoy!
And don't forget to check out Os @ and you can see who else has participated too! Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday to you all!
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Daddy has indulged me and spoiled me over the past few days. I’ve found something that I’m very fond of, and Daddy has allowed me to do it. In fact, He’s been making me do it. It’s no secret that I love to watch Him masturbate and help Him when He wants it. But all this has been taken to a new level.
Every one has their (sexual) ‘thing’. That one talent that you know no matter what else happens, that’s going to be your ‘thing’. You’re great at it, and you love it. I’ve never had a thing, until now. Sure, I liked doing stuff, but there was never one specific sexual act that I loved and knew I was great at. Now, however, this has changed.
With Daddy’s help, I have to come to realise that my ‘thing’ is sucking balls. I really enjoy sucking cock, but present me with a pair of balls that need some attention and I’m all yours. I’ll gladly spend hours down there and you’ll know when I’m really getting into it.
In the past three days, I’ve spent god-only-knows how long between His legs, teasing Him, tasting Him and making Him cum. Yesterday, I did all that I could to try and distract myself from thinking about sucking and licking His balls as He jerked. I was obsessed. I still am. As I sit here and write this, I’m wet just thinking about it. I want Him to come home and tell me that we’re not having sex tonight; that He’s not even going to use me; instead He wants me to get between His legs and give all my attention to His balls.
I honestly couldn’t stop thinking about it yesterday, and I wanted Him to know how much I wanted it again. He received this text message from me yesterday afternoon while in a work meeting:
“I need a repeat performance tonight handsome. I want to watch you jerk and then get you off with my tongue. Sound good? ;-)”
Daddy indulged me after dinner. He was at His computer, and I was sitting on the floor as I usually do, watching Him jerk. I’ve always waited until He’s told me He wants me to help, but the more I’ve been doing it, the more difficult it has become to just watch. Especially when He makes me get so close I can smell His arousal. It’s just way too tempting. But I’m a good girl, and I wait (as hard as it might be).
A little while after I’d finished helping Daddy, I moved into the bedroom. I needed to masturbate. I needed to use my dildo and I needed to cum. He followed and surprisingly, not long after I started, He joined in. I was naked, lying on my back, legs spread diddling my clit. He was to the right of me sitting up with His legs spread so I could get a good view of Him jerking. I had my hand resting on His thigh, but not for long when He moved it. My hand was now sandwiched between the bed and His balls. I’m a smart girl; I took the hint and started playing with Daddy’s balls. We stayed like that for awhile; although I did get distracted enough to stop masturbating, I did start again though, this time with my dildo. Watching Him is truly mesmerising. I think at one point I even asked if I could climb between His legs; I at least told Him how much I wanted to.
He didn’t indulge my urges then, however it wasn’t long before He was moving and straddling my upper body, His balls hanging above me. What a beautiful sight that is. But as lovely as it was watching Him from this angle, I knew what He wanted me to do, and I couldn’t resist. I lifted my head up and started licking His balls, tasting Him, and teasing Him. I was fucking myself harder as I continued to slurp and lick. The temptation was too much; I just had to suck on His balls.
And suck I did. I used my tongue, suction and moved my head, just as if I were sucking on His cock. And as I continued, I fucked myself harder. He pushed His weight down onto me more, allowing me less room to move, forcing me to suck Him. My nose was against His flesh and His ball in my mouth. One hand was on my clit and the other was controlling my dildo.
He moved slightly so He could see me fucking myself better. I know He said something to me about how good it felt or how hard my lover (that’s what He calls my dildo) was fucking me, but I can’t remember now. As I think back, all I can remember is how wonderful it all felt. How I never wanted it to end and how much I
wanted needed to do this every time.
He was jerking, looking down at me as I sucked on His balls. I tried to keep eye contact as much as possible; Daddy says I look like the true slut I am when I’m looking up at Him with His balls in my mouth. He also says that this is what I was born to do. It didn’t take long before it all got too much for me. My lover was fucking me hard and deep, and with my mouth on Daddy’s balls, I was being pushed over the edge.
I fucked myself harder, pounded my lover into me and in a matter of seconds I was cumming. I was cumming from sucking on Daddy’s balls and fucking myself at the same time. I was a good girl, I didn’t let go of His balls. Although for a few seconds I may have been temporarily distracted, I kept up the pace and rhythm. He let me continue for a little bit while I kept having orgasms, and then He pulled away. Kneeling above He jerked His hard cock, as I fumbled to get my bullet vibe on my clit.
Before long Daddy was jerking His cock faster; He was a man on a mission. For all my enthusiasm and effort, I was rewarded with Daddy’s cum on my stomach and as I came again.
But what made me feel the best last night? Sucking His balls? Watching Him jerk? My orgasms? No, none of these. I felt the best when He told me that I am the best He’s ever had.
I am one lucky girl who is very much in love.
And now I’ve found my ‘thing’. What’s yours?
Monday, October 13, 2008
I placed a soft blanket over the table so it was a bit more comfortable to lean on. I faced away from Him and bent at the waist, my body resting on the coffee table, my derrière pushed back, awaiting Daddy to take me.
He slid His hard cock up and down my slit for the briefest of moments before entering me. He pushed in hard, grabbed my hips and started using me. I moaned deeply as I felt His cock in me. He didn’t talk to me, and I didn’t say a word. He used my cunt for His pleasure, I was His masturbation toy. He continued to use me, masturbating Himself in me, while watching the woman on the TV. I could hear His breathing, His moaning, I could feel how hard He was. As He started to pound into me harder, He leaned over and whispered in my ear “Poor little girl doesn’t even get an anniversary fuck tonight, does she?” My cunt tightened, I inhaled sharply and barely managed to say “No Daddy”. “No, instead you’re my masturbation toy and tonight I’m going to use your cunt to get me off”.
I cannot begin to explain what this does to me. Knowing I’m only an aid to His pleasure and that His entire focus is on Himself and His own pleasure. I wanted it to feel the best it could for Him and that is my job. I started moving my hips back and forth, clenching my cunt muscles, providing Him with a reason to stop and just enjoy the sensations. I was not fucking Him; I was simply making His masturbation better. I moved my hips back and forth, forcing His cock into me deeper and deeper. I was groaning, loving that He wasn’t even thinking about me. There were no romantic thoughts running through His head, He was completely focussed on His masturbation. He had a living, breathing, working toy that was doing her best to make this feel the best for Him.
He started using me again, thrusting His hard cock into my sloppy cunt. Using my hole to get Himself off. I pushed back hard and clenched my muscles as He used my cunt. I lifted up off the table a bit and reached around with my left arm to touch Him, “Please lean over me” I asked in my timid little girl voice. Daddy was nice. He leant over me, His weight on me as He continued to thrust in and out of my cunt. Watching the woman on TV masturbate, using my hole for His pleasure, He stayed leaning on me for a little while. It was all too much for Him; He lifted His weight off me, grabbed my hips and pumped His cock in me. In and out, He went harder and faster with each thrust. I sensed He was getting close; I pushed back against His pounding cock. I squeezed my cunt muscles for all I worth. His good little girl was rewarded with the sound of moans and groans as He pumped His hard cock. He leant over me, His weight pressing down on my body as one last, hard thrust pushed Him over the edge and I was full of Daddy’s cum. We stayed like that for a little while, resting on the coffee table, trying to catch his breath while His cock throbbed inside me. Daddy got up to clean up, and I stood up I was rewarded with cum soaked thighs. I was contented, but not satisfied. For now it was my turn.
I moved to the bedroom, placed a towel on the bed and lay down with my bullet vibe. I jumped straight into it. After playing earlier, watching Him jerk and then having Him use me, I wanted to cum; I had to cum. I wasted no time on warming up; I turned the bullet vibe on to almost high speed and placed it on my clit. It was electric. Daddy helped by squeezing my thighs and playing with my nipples. He could tell I was getting closer so He moved His attention to my neck and ears. His hands stroked and played with my ears, as He licked, sucked and bit my neck.
I lapped up the attention; the painful but pleasurable attention. It wasn’t long before He was biting and sucking on my neck with so much force that I couldn’t hold back any more. Biting my neck really does push me over the edge. With the vibe on my clit on high and Him biting and sucking my neck, I couldn’t resist. “Cum for me” he demanded and my body responded. I moaned and groaned as orgasm after orgasm came; with more coming the harder He bit me.
I awoke the next morning with at least one painful love bite and a multitude of sore spots. Sore spots that still hurt as I write this.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Yesterday was our 6 year anniversary. We were originally planning to have lunch together, but He didn’t think that would be possible with His work load. As it happened, He had a really sore back and ended up taking the day off. Even better than lunch! I got to spend the day with Him :-) We had quiet day most of the day, and it was raining. Our dinner plans went out the window when we realised the rain wasn’t going away and how cold it was outside. It wasn’t exactly lovely weather for a romantic anniversary dinner. But that’s okay, we decided a night in with a movie and other things would suffice. I managed to get Him to watch a chick flick! (Gasp) “Then she found me” with Colin Firth, Helen Hunt, Bette Midler, & Matthew Broderick. It was good. There were funny bits, serious bits, romantic bits, angry bits etc. And even He had to admit that it was better than He expected.
We ate dinner and watched the movie and then Daddy decided it was time for some fun. He set up the lounge room: towels on the recliners, lube handy (excuse the unintentional pun), coffee table cleared (I wasn’t sure why, but I sure found out ;-) ), and x-rated DVD in player. We were all set. As I was finishing my smoke He said “When you’re finished that, you can go and get your toys”. Being the good girl that I am, I did as I was told. I came back, “And you can take your pants off and get that bullet vibe on your clit for me”. I sat on a towel covered pillow in front of the recliner leaning against it as He sat on the other one to my left. He chose the vibe setting….strong enough that I definitely could have cum had I not behaved. He was jerking, but His leg was in the way, I couldn’t see. I wanted to watch Him. My mouth went dry, my cunt ached and my clit throbbed just at the thought of seeing Him jerk again. *sigh*
We alternated between watching the DVD while playing, and speaking to one another. I was informed that yes, I would be lucky enough to get an anniversary fuck later, but for the moment, He wanted to feel His hand jerking His hard cock. We continued watching the DVD while masturbating and I asked Him if I could watch. “No, not for the moment”, I was told. I could have sulked, given that I wanted to watch Him so badly, but I refrained. I knew I would get my chance, just not straight away.
A little later He shifted His position on the chair, and voila, His leg was no longer in the way. When I looked up at Him from where I was sitting, and we started talking, I could see Him jerking. I managed to sneak a few looks, knowing I wasn’t supposed to be watching…He had told me no. I should know by now that He knows when I’m looking. “Would you like a closer look slut?” “Only if you will let me” I replied. “Only if you want it bad enough” He said. “Oh I do. I want to watch”.
I rearranged my pillow and scooted over. It was at this point that I’m a goner. I am no longer the Lucy of a mere few minutes ago. My focus at this point, is on Him. Watching His fist move up and down His shaft. Jerking Off. Fucking Himself. This is my subspace. I zone out to everything else, and as surprising as it may be, I have even stopped fucking myself with a dildo or dropped the vibe that is supposed to be on my clit. I am secondary. It’s no longer about me (if it wasn’t before, it definitely isn’t now). My goal, when I start watching Him masturbate, is doing to best job I can to please Him. To make Daddy cum. His enjoyment is my only priority.
Daddy made a surprising comment last night, when I asked Him if He was enjoying me watch. He said that He looks forward to me watching, more than He does the actual masturbation. Okay…why so shocking? I knew He liked it and really enjoyed having me there to watch Him, but more so than the actual jerk itself? Holy. Fuck. Okay, so I’m extremely pleased about this, but also shocked at the time. We masturbated some more in silence, well almost silence except for our breathing, our wet masturbation sounds and the hairy girl on the TV. Until He asked how my masturbation was feeling. I smiled and said it was feeling great. He asked if He should stop jerking and fuck me. “No, I want to watch you jerk some more”. He obliged, but only briefly. “I know you want to watch me jerk, but I want to use you. “Stop masturbating, get over the coffee table and get ready”.
Saturday, October 04, 2008
1. Where is your cell phone? here
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Where all of the day's worries are (or should be) forgotten, stored away, put to the side.
It's one of those time that I know and feel that I am truly loved.
Yes, I know I'm loved, but these moments, I treasure.
The quiet, hearing his breathing.
I feel safe in his arms.
I've never liked going to bed, but I always love going to bed with him.
It's calming, it centres me, it relaxes me.
Those last few moments of peace before drifting off.
Knowing he'll be there when I wake in the morning, or even through the night.
The closeness shared of our skin touching.
Our breathing synchronised.
Hearing his heart beat.
Holding his hand as we drift away.
I am a simple woman of simple pleasures.
And this is one of them.
I truly love him in these moments.
These snippets of time, in which I wish they would last forever.
And every night they do.
Every night I fall asleep, next to him, in his arms, our bodies touching, but also our hearts, I am a happy woman; a woman in love.
Monday, September 29, 2008
The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #149? Submit a link to your best post of the week by emailing me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.
This Week’s Picks
People I could hang out with
“But it wasn’t just a story, it was a damn sexy story.”
Red, Hot Ass
“I grunted, but held still.”
Smart Girls Make Better Lovers
“Chicks with brains can make you scream.”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sex Blogging and Writing for the Drawer
(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)
Right To Vibe
Erotic Writing and Experiences
A is for
Adult Party Games - Round One
Adventures in Digital
The Dinner Party: Part I
Her Glorious Cunt
Lilly and the Construction Crew
Not So Complicated
Sex in Public on Road Trip Day 9
The Waiting is the Hottest Part. Confession #140
Sex News, Reviews, & Interviews
Every Kind of Sex Available: Exploring The Limits of CyberSex
NYC Sex Bloggers 2009 Calendar
NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Impertinent Question: What’s the Kinkiest Thing You’ve Ever Done?
Fantasy Friday: Ahoy, Matey!
Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Autobiography of a Masturbator: Porn O’Graphicus, Part 4
Marriage Failure a Natural Success
Never submit to escort screening
Sex Shop Jitters
Ten Things I Find Extremely Sexy On Men - The Non-Physical Version
What I read at Dirty Words night
Why do I do This?
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
I've just come home from a 4.5km (2.8miles) bicycle ride! He suggested we go for a ride (something we've been meaning to do for awhile now). I wasn't so sure, but then the more I thought about it, the more excited I became.
At top speed I was riding at 20km/hr (12.5mi/hr). At top speed He was riding at 33km/hr (20.5mi/hr). This was the first year that I watched any more of the Tour de France than the highlights on the news. I now have a new found respect for these cyclists. I wasn't naive, I knew the Tour isn't light riding, but getting on the bike again after so long = more respect and admiration for the professionals.
And I think the bike fairies have paid me a visit....they've come and changed my seat, because I swear it was a lot more cushion-y the last time I rode the bike. (Maybe it's got something to do with the fact that I've lost a lot of my own personal bum cushioning; nah I think the bike fairies have paid a visit) :-)
Anyway, this is a big achievement for me, and hopefully as time goes on, I can improve on this.
Hope you're all having a good weekend.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Sometimes I study like this, but on the weekends it's without panties, lying on my stomach, with my legs slightly apart for Daddy. For what I do on those other occasions....you'll have to click.
(time to click!)
I see by my statcounter that you're all still coming back and checking up on me. So thank you for that. I know I've been a bit slack in posting, but life got a little bit depressing there not too long ago. I've bounced back after my sadness and sickness and I present to you a new and improved Lucy. (Sorry to disappoint, no picture today).
I am pleased to announce that both Daddy and I are no longer sick. I've been a bit under the weather this week, but that's pretty much gone now. And it certainly helped being treated to two (yes two!) sessions of watching Him masturbating last night. Like the good little girl I am, I put my mouth and tongue to good use and was rewarded with my own masturbation session :-D. I have to say that I got a real confidence boost last night when I asked Him if I could put my tongue to use...His response? "Not yet slut. I don't want to cum yet". I smiled and asked "Am I THAT good?" He smiled at me, jerked His hard cock a little faster and simply said "yes". *contented sigh* Not to mention the fact that He made mention of whoring me out to do just that...lick and suck on other men's balls while they jerk. Now, if that's not a recommendation of my talent, I don't know what is!
We got back into the swing of things this past weekend....You know you've had an awesome weekend of sex when you wake up Monday morning and don't want to move. Mmm...the residual pain of where He was biting me. I really do love the pain. *contented sigh again*
On a slightly different note, I have lost more weight. I know in my last post talking about my weight, I said that I wasn't going to refer to it as losing it, as I didn't want to find it again, and even though that's true (that I don't want to find it again), I'm going to still refer to it as my weight loss. It sounds funny calling it anything else. So now that we've got that sorted...for the good news. I've lost more weight, which brings me to a total of 17kgs (or 37.5lbs) gone. I did my measurements yesterday and from the last time I did them I've lost 7cms from my waist, not sure about my hips or bust (can't remember what they were), but they've definitely gotten smaller. So, I'm getting sexi-er! (big grins) I was a DD cup, now I think I'm down to about a C (although haven't been fitted to check that). I am now halfway through this journey. I'm halfway to my goal. And I'm pretty damn proud of myself!
I'm happy, and I'm confident. I can now walk down the street with my head held high and not be so self-conscious. I no longer walk down the street thinking that people are looking at me just because of the amount of space I take up (it's a sad thought, but yes, that's how I used to be). Now, I think one of two things... 1) They're just looking at me; or 2) They're checking me out. In saying that I'm not trying to be egotistical or anything, I'm just looking and feeling much, much better. Like the fact that when I give someone a hug now (be it Daddy or a friend), I don't feel like they're struggling to hug me (not that they really were struggling; I just felt big). Now, I don't feel like I'm taking up too much space, I'm happy and contented. And looking forward to reaching my goal weight.
Now, onto something a little different. I got side-tracked there and wanted to spill about my weight loss that I forgot to mention this before. Daddy's handing the reins over to me for a night. Yes, I am going to be trying my hand at being the one in control. I have to say that my mind has been wandering and ticking over, thinking of all the things I can (and probably will) do to Him. I've been brainstorming and well, let's just say, I think we're both going to have a helluva lot of fun. (Well, I'm pretty sure I will...you know the adrenaline of something new and different and exciting. And I hope He's going to have fun too).
Anyway, I'm going to head off now. You know how it is...things to do, places to go etc.
Have a good one and Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday to you all!
EDIT: I went bra shopping tonight and I am a C cup. I honestly can't remember the last time I was a C cup.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
daddy naughty spank clitty (#17 on this list)
enema punishment or soapy or discipline (unsure, but they found me from it)
legs spread daddy (unsure, but they found me)
bdsm "my master" "my bladder" (#54)
"daddy's good" "his cock" (#47)
"his little girl" bath fuck daddy (#10)
"photo of my cunt" (#2....ok so there's only 4 on the list, but I'm still number 2!)
daddy see my cunny (#19)
daddy girl snuggle wet sex (#7)
cunt and armpit with lucy hair picture (#1 & #2)
daddy sucking nipples (#18)
daddys little sub slut jewlery (#30)
little lucy lube (#3)
little lucy porn (#11)
Lucy's place (#1 on Google's Blog Search. Didn't expect to be any where near that high...so pleasantly surprised)
lucy cunt daddy (#2 & #3)
little lucy nipples (#2 & #3).
And just for something a little bit random....
On Google, there are 118,000 links when you search the term retard sexy animal.
234 of these are blog links.
Saturday, September 06, 2008
This Week’s Picks
“They couldn’t understand what the appeal of a civil union was for us.”
“He turned around to kiss me and I melted.”
“The excitement is too much for both of us”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
You Can’t Make This Shit Up, Part 2
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Happy Half Nekkid Thursday everyone!
Friday, August 22, 2008
Here are the top nine comments made by NBC sports commentators so far during the Summer Olympics that they would like to take back:
1. Weight-lifting commentator: 'This is Gregorieva from Bulgaria. I saw her snatch this morning during her warm up and it was amazing.'
2. Dressage commentator: 'This is really a lovely horse and I speak from personal experience since I once mounted her mother.'
3. Paul Hamm, Gymnast: 'I owe a lot to my parents, especially my mother and father.'
4. Boxing Analyst: 'Sure there have been injuries, and even some deaths in boxing, but none of them really that serious.'
5. Softball announcer: 'If history repeats itself, I should think we can expect the same thing again.'
6. Basketball analyst: 'He dribbles a lot and the opposition doesn't like it. In fact you can see it all over their faces.'
7. At the rowing medal ceremony: 'Ah, isn't that nice, the wife of the IOC president is hugging the cox of the British crew.'
8. Soccer commentator: 'Julian Dicks is everywhere. It's like they've got eleven Dicks on the field.'
9. Tennis commentator: 'One of the reasons Andy is playing so well is that, before the final round, his wife takes out his balls and kisses them... Oh my God, what have I just said?'
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
I'm no longer sick (Thank fuck for that!) Unfortunately though, He is :-(
I've managed to score myself a job and I start next week. It's the same line of work that I was doing back home, so no need for stressing that I won't not what I'm doing in a new job (yay!)
It's still winter and it's still cold. However, I think I deserve a pat on the back(or a good-girl spanking *wink*) for giving Daddy topless cuddles a couple of nights ago and naked cuddles last night!
The weight loss has plateau-ed for the moment. I'm not gaining any of the weight that I've managed to shift (I won't say lose again, because that implies I can't find it, and I don't want to find it again lol). So, I'm gaining it, and I'm not losing any more. But that's okay. For the moment I'm quite content with where I am.
Last Friday I went shopping. After buying a pair of jeans after my initial start to shifting the weight (months ago), they are now too big for me (surprise, surprise). So my shopping was designated to finding a pair of jeans that I liked and fit me. This I did with surprising ease. I've always been a large girl, even as a kid. I've come accustomed to going to the 'big' section of clothing stores, hence why I LOATHE clothes shopping! It really is depressing when you're overweight. So anyway, I went into one store (yes, just one) and found a pair of jeans in the 'normal' section (read: non-'big'). They fit great and with room to spare in the waist! If I could have done cartwheels in the dressing room, trust me, I would have! Full of confidence in my new found jeans (in my new found size, which is 2-3 dress sizes smaller than what I was!!), I decided that I was going to splash out and buy a top as well. Found one in red, wasn't sure on the colour on me and opted to go for the black version. (Even though I've gotten rid of such weight, I'm still self-conscious and black is always more slimming, isn't it girls??) And the mention of buying the top leads me to my next update.
Earlier in the week (last week) Daddy and I had been invited out with some of His work colleagues for dinner and drinks on Friday night. Knowing that we were going out that night contributed to me buying the new top. So anyway, unfortunately Daddy was in a fair bit of pain all day and decided not to go, but wanted me to go anyway. I was disappointed that He wasn't coming (part of the reason I bought the new outfit was in hopes that a change of outfit i.e.. something new, might perhaps spark a little naughty fun). But I was still looking forward to going out.
I was the first to arrive (even though I was a little late myself). After most of us turned up (some came later) we got a table and settled in to drinkies and nibblies. Now, this was the first time that I had been out on the town here (I knew we'd head out dancing after drinks); it was also the first time I had been out with His work colleagues without Him (no big deal, they're all lovely women and really easy to talk to and comfortable to be around), but it was also going to be the first time that I had met a few of them (nerves starting kicking in a bit when I found out *after already being there* that people were coming that I didn't know). No need to worry though, got along with all of them great. I was the youngest, probably by about 20years, but it didn't even occur to me until the day after.
So I got to know them all a bit more, on a more personal level, rather than just being the 'girlfriend', which was really lovely. There wasn't an awkward moment the whole night and I had a great time! Couldn't believe how much the price of drinks had gone up since the last time I hit the town though (it had been a long time). I was the second one to leave (getting home just before midnight), as my feet were sore. Only a few years back I used to be able to crawl home after the clubs shut, after dancing ALL night and not even complain. Guess that's a sign I'm getting older huh? Daddy was in bed when I got home, and even though I was back, I wasn't tired enough to go to bed. So instead, I got changed, turned the heater on and played card games on the computer for almost two hours, then I went to bed (and froze my arse off, even though I was fully clothed, with socks and had brought a heat pack to bed with me for some warmth). Was shivering for quite some time before I fell asleep. And the next day I was running on 4hours sleep.
And just for a little extra, here's a couple of jokes that I heard from the girls that night, that I couldn't help but share.
What smells funny?
Just naughty enough for a kid to get away with telling, but good enough that an adult can laugh at it as well. And the last one....definitely an adult only joke! (I'm laughing just thinking about it).
A woman comes home and find her husband furiously masturbating in the kitchen. She kneels in front of him and gives him the best blow job that he's ever had in his life. After he gets his breath back, he turns to her and says "What the fuck was that? We haven't had sex in over 6months, and then you go and do that!" To which her response was:
"Well. I'd rather clean my teeth than clean this fucking floor again!"
(Surely you're laughing at that one?!)
Have a good one.
EDIT: Click here to check out Thursday's Child. She's got a give-away!
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Okay, so my pics (so far) have included my legs, my bum (more than once) and a torso (kinda) shot. I thought I would do something a little different today.
Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday to you all!
Monday, August 11, 2008
56% are from USA
6% from the UK
5% from Greece
almost 5% from my home country (Australia)
4% from Germany
3% from Canada
2% from India
2% from the Netherlands
almost 2% from Ireland
just over 1% from Portugal
And the following countries are all under 1% each (in descending order):
Austria, Italy, Norway, France, Spain, Libyan Arab Jamahiriya, The Republic of Korea, Hungary, Japan, Phillipines, New Zealand, Estonia, Saudi Arabia, Malaysia, Switzerland and Malta. And just over 6% of my readers are in an unknown location (Mmm...undercover spies perhaps? lol).
So that's a total of 26 countries. I'm pretty damn pleased with that. Of course, these stats are only the most recent, which is why your country may not be displayed. If your country isn't shown here and you would like me to know, feel free to leave me a comment or send me an email (email@example.com).
To all my readers across the globe, thank you for visiting and I hope you'll keep returning.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Can a dream get any weirder than this? I think not.
All I can remember is that I was in a cage with a male Gorilla. There was another person in the cage with me and someone outside (I think the caretaker or keeper maybe). The gorilla was taking an interest in me (I presumed because I was the only female). At some point I took my top and bra off and this is where he took much more of an interest and was fascinated with my breasts, in particular my pierced nipples.
I cannot say that the dream went any further than this because this is all I can remember. But again, this is, by far, the strangest dream I've had.
Perhaps this is my subconscious telling me that it really is too long since I've had sex. Or maybe my inner child is just overdue for a trip to the zoo :-) Who knows?
Thursday, August 07, 2008
Sorry to disappoint, but HNT in this household isn't going to be happening this week. Still sick. I've had a bit of nausea pop up today as well as the (continuous) sniffles and after having a snooze earlier my face feels puffy. To top it off, I'm pretty sure I was running a temp before...given that I was cold and shivering, but sweating at the same time. Back to the doctor this afternoon, probably for more drugs maybe. God it'd be nice to wake up just one day and feel half human. Oh god, am I going to be happy when that day comes.
Hope you're all feeling better than we are at the moment. And even though I'm feeling like shit... Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday.
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
I'm not one of those women. Every time I think about it, I come back to the same thing....
Are you fucking serious??? This is minor. This is less than minor. And I always think: "why don't you put the seat up?" I mean, you never hear a man complaining to his mates over a beer about this do you?
Man 1: Mate, you know how's there's things that piss ya off about Debbie?
Man 2: Yeah... (takes a swig of beer)
Man 1: Well Carol...(sigh) she never puts the toilet seat up after she's finished! (takes a swig of beer)
Man 2: Oh yeah, Debbie doesn't either, wish she'd learn...hmmpf
Yeah right! But seriously, if this is all these women have to complain about, then I think they should think themselves lucky. I don't know, I just think this is stupid. In the grand scheme of things it doesn't mean anything that he doesn't put the seat down when he's finished. And he has just as much of a right to complain about you leaving it down after you're finished. What's good for the goose is good for the gander, I say.
* My nose and ear piercings can easily be seen, so no explanation needed there. As for my navel and nipple piercings, well it's standard procedure to have x-rays done on your first visit. Coincidentally, this was also the first time since having my nipples pierced that I had to consider that they might be a problem. So what did Lucy do? Just before changing into the robe they make you wear I shyly (and quietly) said "I um..have my nipples pierced and can't take the rings out, is that going to be a problem?" Turns out no, and the same with the navel piercing. Mind you, they take the x-ray's and they're loaded onto the computer system immediately and shown to me. Imagine my shock (and embarrassment) at looking at my back x-ray and being able to see both my nipple rings and my cute navel ring. (Yeah, go on, laugh about it. I know you want to. It was only a couple of weeks ago, but I smile and laugh about now).
Monday, August 04, 2008
Chicken Kiev and Chicken Mignon with mashed potatoes, pumpkin, steamed corn, carrots and beans.
Fresh local strawberries topped with thickened cream and icing sugar.
It should be very nice. And do you know why I'm doing this? Just because. Just because I love him and just because I can. What better reason is there?
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
On a slightly different (but not-so-different) note, I'm getting healthier. Yeah, I know that sounds strange given the rant I've just had on being sick, but I am. For health reasons, I need to lose weight. This is coming along nicely, and I'm pleased that I am starting to fit into old clothes of mine that have been too tight (for too long). I'm starting to look better and feel better (both physically and mentally).
I went shopping the other night, and was (extremely) pleased that for the first time, in god knows how long, I didn't have to go to the "big gals" section of clothing or underwear! And I now weigh less than what I did when I graduated from high school (big achievement, and the first weight-loss goal of mine).
So far, I've managed to lose (read: get rid of) 13.5kg (or 29.76lbs). It hasn't been easy at times, and I still eat crap (i.e. chocolate, chips etc), only now I eat less of it and know when I've had enough. Previously, I've heard people say "Nothing tastes as good as being healthy/skinny feels" and when I heard that I just thought "What a load of fucking shit! You can't tell me that it feels THAT good!". Well I can tell you it certainly does. And I honestly never thought that I would agree with them (how times have changed).
Now, apart from knowing I'm healthier, I'm going to live longer and I'm feeling better....what's the best part about my weight loss?
My confidence boost for sure. There really is nothing like losing weight (especially when it needs to be done) to give my ego a little kick in the right direction. I now walk down the street with a spring in my step. I no longer walk along looking at my feet, avoiding eye contact with people. I walk tall and proud, I make eye contact and I smile (that smile that He loves) and I know that I look good. (See...told you my ego's been given a boost. But not in a look-at-me/give-me-all-your-attention kinda way).
I'm not skinny, I'm still curvy and voluptuous. I know there are plenty of other women out there that have better figures than me, and are prettier than me. But you know what? I don't really care. Why? Because there always will be. I am not delusional in thinking I am the bees knees. I am not perfect and never will be perfect. However, I'm on my way to reaching my goals. I'm doing this for me and me alone. Sure it's great that I'm now better looking to Him (even though He's always loved me just the way I am). But ultimately, this is something I need to do for me.
I just can't wait until we're both feeling better so we can take advantage of my weight loss and have some awesome fun in the bedroom!
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Would you think I was a lady or a slut? Or would you describe me using some other term?
I’ve always had this internal conflict. While growing up it was encouraged (and sometimes enforced) that I behave the way a lady should. Okay, I can see why. They wanted me to grow up to be a lovely, polite and well-mannered woman. And majority of the time I am (okay, I say fuck more than I probably should, but other than that minor discrepancy I behave as a lady should). :) And then there’s sex. And mutual masturbation. And vibrating phallic-shaped toys. And than there are more than a million other things about sex that I love.
I LOVE SEX and anything that comes with it. I am a self-proclaimed addict. I think about sex too much to be a lady. I don’t know anyone (in real life) that thinks about sex as much as I do (would they even tell me?). I am a nympho. It’s as plain and simple as that.
When it comes to sex, I’m a slut. I’m willing to give most things a go. And generally I have a rule about trying things at least 3 times. I figure the first time you’re trying it out; the second time you’re trying to do it better; and by the end of third time you should know if you’re into it or not. (Note: obviously though if you try something once and it just doesn’t do anything for you, or you have a negative reaction to it, then I don’t recommend going back for a second or third time. That’s just common sense).
I know my sex drive is quite high, and I worry if I’m this ‘bad’ now, how’s it going to be in 10 years time when I’m actually supposed to reach my womanly sexual peak? It really does worry me. I love sex and sex related things so much that I’ve been late to work (on more than one occasion) because I couldn’t help myself and had to masturbate just before leaving. (Should I be that honest? lol).
So how do I balance Lucy the Lady and Slutty Lucy? I’m not sure that I do it effectively. Truth be told, Slutty Lucy is always there lurking if she’s not at the forefront. She’s never far away. Does that mean I’m not a lady? No, I’m still Lucy the Lady; it’s just that my inner slut comes out to play more than most people.
So is this a good or a bad thing? I believe it’s both actually. It’s good in the fact that (generally speaking) I will never turn down an opportunity for some sexual fun and am pretty much always in the mood. But then it’s bad too. Why? Cause I can be all reared up and ready to go, while He’s just not in the mood (frustrating times).
I have grown into that lovely, polite and well-mannered woman they wanted me to become. And for that I’m proud. I’ve also become a slut (or was that part of my destiny already pre-determined?). I’m not ashamed of what I am. I am me.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Sunday, July 06, 2008
Thursday, July 03, 2008
This is another still shot taken from the jerk movie I made for Daddy last week. I've been trying to decide between this and another pic for today's HNT, but obviously this one won out! :)
And thanks to everyone who's posted comments on my previous HNT's! I was unsure about last week's photo, but Daddy insisted it was a good one to put up. So thanks to you all, not just for commenting, but for boosting my ego that little bit more and telling me it was a sexy pic! I really appreciate it.
Ps - Greg and Sheryl, at this stage no, I don't have any plans to post my jerk movies. Sorry.
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Now I'm not a religious person as such, more spiritual than religious. But, this is not a post about religion. It's just a fun post, sharing with you all, some of what has been displayed on this particular sign.
Here's one that was up awhile ago*, that I thought was quite clever.
And here's another one that was displayed earlier this year*:
And last but not least, here is the one that is displayed now*:
* These are not pictures of the actual signs, I used this website to show you what it looked like to us.
Hope they made you smile as they did me.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Anyway, so this book I bought was The Intimate Adventures of a London Call Girl. Which is about a woman in London and her daily (or close enough) updates she posted to her blog re: her life. So she's a blogger turned author (published in an on-paper official way), and now she's even got a tv show! (Soon to air here in Australia, but not sure about the rest of you.) This book follows her through about a year, I think, don't quote me. And I couldn't put it down. I had to stop myself from reading it too quickly.
So anyway, the fact that I've just read that book (and recommend it), and I've been editing my jerk movie as if it were a professional porno (and someone other than Him and I was going to watch), I've been thinking about the blog world, the (supposed) anonymity of us all. Daddy and I have been talking, and it's something that's on His mind too.
So for you, we have a question:
Fellow bloggers, what happens if a family member, work colleague or friend discovers that you have a blog of a sexually explicit nature? Is this something you've thought about? How do you handle the fact that they know details about you that they would normally never know? Has anyone had this happen to them? The ultimate question is: if this has happened, then how does it affect the relationship between you and them? Do their attitudes/behaviours change? Do your attitudes/behaviours change?
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #138? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.
This Week’s Picks
I can only be what I am.
“It’s strangely refreshing, to really submit and give up that control, and not have to make decisions.”
Over the Edge
“He tells me to hold still, in that soft, controlling voice of his.”
A Story Told Out of Order and Out of Character - Part 4
“You thought you could just come to my room and tease me?”
Mr. Sugasm Himself
A former slut examined
Monday, June 23, 2008
It’s funny the things we think about, what we mull over. What we spend countless minutes (hours? days?) thinking about. And there’s something that I’ve been thinking about….friends. No, not in a which-one-of-my-girlfriends-would-I-eat-out kinda way (this has already been established…a long time ago). But I was thinking about them regarding the whole to be or not to be (vanilla).
As you all know from reading about me, I’m not (vanilla that is). But my friends are, well most of them. I’ll talk about 3 friends in particular, and I shall call them P, K & R. I met them all within the first couple of weeks at uni. P is a few years older than me, and has just moved out of home with her first boyfriend. She is fairly short, with olive-dark complexion and black hair. P is very pretty. K is a year older than me and gorgeous. Blonde, nice size boobs, and great body, but not your stereotypical blonde. She first had sex at 14 and now lives at the beach with her fiancée. R is the same age as me (few months younger). She has big boobs (I’m talking E size at one point…slightly smaller now that she’s lost some weight), and although she’s almost finished her degree, she really is a ditz.
Now, are they vanilla? I believe that P is. Given that the current boyfriend is the first man she’s been intimate with (and for less than a year), I think she is. Although we are open with one another (she is my best friend), I don’t know that she’d tell me if she got into or tried more ‘raunchy’ things in the bedroom. P was the first friend whom I confided in when I got my nipples pierced. Her reaction? “OMG. Are you fucking insane? Really?” I laughed my arse off when she said that to me. “Umm…yeah. Of course”. Which was followed by some more OMG’s on her part and then: “So what, you just went on holiday and decided to get your nipples pierced?” This I laughed at too. (This holiday was a visit to Daddy when we were still living apart). She even asked if she could see them (which hasn’t happened yet). I told her she could, if that’s what she wanted.
Now K is the type of friend that you could tell anything to and know that she wouldn’t tell a soul. She’s also the friend you can sit up with til the wee hours of the early morning discussing topics that are as far unrelated to each other as you could imagine i.e. how to do anal sex the right way, so it doesn’t hurt and being a personal carer for someone’s who is dying. See what I mean? Nothing is off-topic, nothing is too obscure. She is a woman of substance and so true. I can laugh with (and at) her, and we have cried together. K is the one I have a crush on. I have since I first met her. She is the second friend I told about having my nipples pierced. She was somewhat surprised, but mostly unphased (she has other friends that have it done).
Back when I first knew K, she seemed more sexually experienced than I ever thought I could be (more than one partner, experienced a threesome etc). I was in awe of her and looked up to her. She was honest and open and if you got her on the piss and she was as suggestive as you could imagine (and as sexy as hell). She was the first friend of mine who admitted she couldn’t do without her vibrators, even when her fiancée was home. It was refreshing (and who knew that I’d turn out just like that too?). Primarily, K would be vanilla, but she’s definitely willing to experience and experiment with new things (situations, toys, lovers). I think she could be either a sub or Domme; she’d do well with both. I can imagine her being both my sister sub and at other times dominating me.
Now on to R. Although ditzy most of the time, you can have a conversation with her. And during my first couple of years at uni R and I were quite close (no, not in a I-used-to-go-over-for-sleepovers-and-we’d-eat-each-other-out kind of way), we were good friends back then. Back in the days when she hadn’t slept with anyone. I saw her through her first sexual ‘relationship’ (and I use that term loosely). And I saw her start the second one (much better choice than the first). Now she’s set to marry the second one.
I remember one night we’d had a pizza and DVD night and were sitting on her bed chatting away, reading Cosmo (as we all do). And we got to the sealed section (“oooohhh”). It was a list of like 100 things to try with your sexual partner. We went through it and I was surprised that from those 100, there was only a handful that I hadn’t done. She was surprised. Now there wasn’t anything too raunchy in the list, quite tame actually (if my memory serves me correct). I believe a bit of tying to the bed was mentioned (who hasn’t done that?) as well as the standard things like anal etc. R has a naughty side, which is mostly spurred on by others. She doesn’t like to be anything but normal, she likes to do what other people do. In this respect, I think it’s safe to assume her orientation is generally vanilla. And then I remember those drunken parties over the years, and some where we pashed in front of others. And that leads me to think that maybe, just maybe she’s not as shy or unexperimental as she wants us to believe.
So, in thinking about my friends and whether they are vanilla or not, I would say that primarily they are, but experimental also. I think about the type of relationship that I’m in now and wonder if I could ever tell them. I wouldn’t tell P, I don’t think. Why? Did you read her reaction to getting my nipples pierced? Well, imagine her reaction to me telling her that I prefer plastic cock to real cock. Or if I told her I love to be hurt and bruised, my ears tortured so much that the next day they are constantly throbbing (even if only a little). Or that when He has His cock in me, He’s not making love to me, or having sex with me, He’s not even fucking me….He’s masturbating in me. Somehow, I don’t think it’s probably the best idea to disclose that all to P.
Would I tell K? I don’t know how much I would tell her. To be honest, if I was drunk enough I’d probably think ‘fuck it’ and tell her everything (although that hasn’t happened yet). But I believe there would be parts that I would disclose and others I wouldn’t (at least until I knew what her reaction was to the other, more tame things I’m into). Would I tell R, no. She doesn’t even know I have my nipples pierced (a purposeful choice on my behalf not to tell her). Everyone would know if I told her. And we’ve since had a falling out and no longer talk. So no, I wouldn’t tell her. (Funny how not long after I started writing this, she contacted me.)
So where are all my kinky friends?