Here are five things that I love. Five simple things that life provides for me and that I enjoy.
1) A hot shower on a cold winter's morning
2) Waking up next to the person I love
3) Having a bubble bath
4) Looking into each other's eyes when we say "I love you"
5) Looking in the mirror and loving what I see.
These are in no particular order, they come just as they are.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Stuff about Lucy
This is Isabella’s Sex Meme. Anyone is welcome to steal it but you must post this rules blurb at the beginning of the meme:
1. You must include this link to Sex Talk - Sex Advice for Men.
2. You must answer every question! If you don’t have a good answer, you are strongly encouraged to make up something good; we like to be entertained.
3. You must tag three people. (Okay, these are the Rules, but I want to tag more, so I tag Rose, Persephone, Thursday and Always Aroused Girl.
1. Sex in the Morning or Sex at Night? Personally I prefer sex at night. I’m more of a night owl, but then sex anytime is good isn’t it?
2. Better Sex Music - Sade or Marvin Gaye? I’m not really into sex music all that much, but to pick one…it would have to be Marvin Gaye. Oh that voice.
3. Naughty Pics or Naughty Home Videos? BOTH! Pics are good, but how good are x-rated home videos?
4. Fabulous Sex With: Dr Doug Ross or Dr Greg House? Okay, I had to Google who Dr Doug Ross was, but now I know. If I had to choose out of the two it would be Dr. Ross. But I agree with The Naughty One….Dr. Shepherd from Grey’s Anatomy should get a look in.
5. Vibrator or Dildo? Definitely the dildo that vibrates. And the bigger the better!
6. Bedroom Sex: Lights Off or Lights On? Lights on of course.
7. Word Preference: Pussy or Cunt? Cunt wins way above pussy. To me, pussy is another way to call someone ‘chicken’.
8. Spanking Over the Knee or Spanking Only During Sex? He can spank me whenever He wants (and He does just that).
9. More Exciting: Sex in an Elevator or Sex in an Aeroplane? Well, I haven’t tried either. My first thought was elevator, but then….no, I’m going to stick with elevator. Sex in an elevator would be HOT!
10. Ron Jeremy or Peter North? Okay, I didn’t know who these two men were so I googled them. Going by what’s on Wikipedia, I would have to say I’d go for Ron Jeremy. He’s older than Peter (and I love older men) and given that they don’t give Peter’s length, Ron’s the winner. (Yep I’m a sucker for big cock).
11. Word Preference? Cock or dick? Cock wins, hands down. Dick is a man named Richard, or what you call a man based on his behaviour. E.g. “God that guy’s such a dick!”
12. Linda Lovelace or Jenna Jameson? Umm…I would probably have to go with Linda Lovelace. Jenna doesn’t do much for me, and I know Linda has had encounters with four-legged friends ;-)
13. Rope Bondage or Bondage Tape? I’ve only just found out about Bondage Tape in the past week. So based on what I’ve tried…Rope Bondage. But I would like to try the tape.
14. Give Rim Job or Receive Anal Sex? This is a no brainer…receive anal sex (Sorry Master). I can’t help it if I love something in my arse can I?
15. Get Rich Stripping in a Skanky Bar or Get Rich as a Call Girl for Celebs? I have class so I would have to say call girl for celebs, but it would be interesting to try stripping in a skanky bar. How about I start my own business from home and get rich that way? ;-)
16. Which Threesome - Boy/Girl/Girl or Boy/Boy/Girl? I’d like to try both. I’m bi, so I think both would be interesting. Being with another woman and man would be great, but I love the idea of DP!
17. Flavoured Oil or Tingling Oil? Not fussed on either really.
18. Pearl Necklace or Swallow? Pearl Necklace for sure. I love it when a man cums on me. Mmmm, very nice indeed.
19. Sex While Strangers Watch or Sex with a Stranger? Can I choose both? LOL.
20. Tied to the Bed or to a St Andrew’s Cross? Being tied to the cross would be interesting and I’m biased in my decision because I haven’t tried that before, but my answer would be the bed.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Slutty Masturbating Lucy
I was originally going to write this as two separate entries, but I changed my mind. (I'm a woman, it's our prerogative, don't ya know? ;-D ) These two events tie in to one another, and that's why I'm going to write about them together.
There was nothing special or out of the ordinary about this day. It was just like any other day. Well that's what I thought, until it happened.
I was lying on my back, in bed masturbating. (Nothing unusual). Normally I like to lie on my back when I play, but this day I wanted something different. I wanted a change. So I switch positions. I'm now kneeling, my arse in the air, and with my head to the side, on the pillow. With one hand I'm diddling my clit, with the other I'm pumping my favourite vibrator in and out of my cunt. He'd been coming in and out of the room, checking in on me. Master likes to watch me when I play. It was when He was out of the room that I decided to switch positions. He came back in and was surprised to find me no longer on my back. (Very, very rarely do I masturbate not lying on my back).
I continue masturbating as He decides to stay with me. By this point, I had been masturbating for a while and was edging myself closer to cumming. I could feel the pleasure rising when He decides to give me a hand. For no other reason except that He can, He decided to start giving me a spanking. I was a little taken by surprise but pleased He was joining in. And to be honest, it shouldn't have been that surprising, given that my arse was presented in the perfect position for obtaining a spanking.
He started with His hand. Although He worked up to the harder hits, it didn't feel as if He started very soft. I love pain, I am a pain slut so it didn't come as any great surprise that Him spanking me would fuel my arousal. I could feel myself getting closer each time He hit my arse. And then He stopped. I couldn't see Him, but I could hear that He was looking for something, rummaging around. And then I heard it. That unmistakable sound. The sound that sent shivers down my spine and made my cunt drip that little bit more. (Okay, a lot more). He was pulling His belt from His work pants. I knew what was coming and I wanted it. I knew it would hurt more this time than any other. I knew He was going to hit me harder than He had before. And there was that delicious feeling of wanting it happen, but also being apprehensive about how hard it was going to be. (I should mention here that although He has spanked me before, on multiple occasions, the belt has not been a tool that He has used seriously. Up until this point, He had only playfully hit me with it.)
I didn't miss a beat and never stopped masturbating, even when the first hit came. It hurt, it stung, and above all else it fueled my need to continue. I kept furiously rubbing clitty and fucking myself with my beloved plastic lover. My speed increased as the belt continued to land on my arse, sometimes moving higher, other times moving lower. And then it happened. My body loved Him hitting me with his belt so much that I came over and over again. That wonderful mix of pleasure and pain had sent me over the edge. Sure my arse was red and tender, but it wasn't until later that I realised that from His spanking, He had bruised me. Now, I've had bruises from Him before, but nothing like this! And I couldn't help myself from looking at my bruised arse whenever I had the chance. I even went clothes shopping the next day and got an awesome view in the change room mirror. And I just HAD to take photo's to document the occasion.
He had marked me, and every time I sat down I was reminded of that.
Skip ahead a few days ahead to yesterday. I was His good little girl as usual and was sitting on the floor, watching Him stroke His nice hard cock while He watched other women masturbate. When instructed I went ahead with my duties as the good sub that I am. I was eager. I always am. I just love it when He pulls my head into His balls and instructs me to lick and suck. I helped Master shoot His load while He was thinking of fucking those women.
We migrated to the bedroom to continue my fun. He lay down beside me and started playing with my breasts and nipples. My left nipple was sore, but my right was normal, thus began the gentle touches and caresses on the left and the rough and hard on the right. (It never ceases to amaze me just how much more sensitive my nipples are since I've had them pierced.) I love Him being rough with me and I especially love Him being rough with my nipples and tits. Not much attention was paid to my left breast, as it was obvious from my moaning and picking up the speed in which I was fucking myself, that I was enjoying the roughness far more than I was the gentle caresses. He started counting down. He was giving me four minutes to get myself off. When He reached 0, I was to cum. I failed. I wasn't ready yet. I wanted it to last longer. I was bad. He was disappointed with me. I hadn't done as I was told.
It was then that He stopped. He got up, stood at the door and told me that given that I hadn't cum, it was obvious that I wanted it to last longer. "You'll be punished at a later date for not obeying me" He said. He put the alarm cock on my side of the bed, checked if I could see it without my glasses and told me that I had to continue masturbating for another 30minutes. I could cum as many times as I liked, but my plastic lover had to be in my cunt and turned on at all times. "And I want you to lay here thinking about what a bad little girl you've been." He told me that He would be coming back to check I wasn't cheating. "Cheating?" I asked. "Just to see that you aren't lying there after you've cum just enjoying the sensation". I nodded my head just before He walked out.
It sounds wonderful doesn't it? This isn't punishment, He's giving me exactly what I want, right? I wanted to masturbate for longer, and He's telling me to do exactly that. Wrong. You see as much as I wanted to continue, I didn't want to have to do it in someone else's time. I wanted to continue, but stop when I wanted. That was not to happen.
Five minutes into the 30 minutes and I was already so close. I was so aroused from helping with His jerk and from the pain He had inflicted on my breast earlier that I was finding it rather difficult to stop myself from cumming. I only had the vibe on medium, but with how aroused I was, even that was making me want to cum. I had a choice. 1) I hold off from cumming and draw out the pleasure I was feeling. Or 2) I could push myself over the edge to orgasm and then keep masturbating until time was up. I debated my choices for quite awhile (while still continuing to follow His orders). My decision was made. This was feeling WAY too good for me to ease off. I wanted to orgasm. I wanted to shudder and shake and cry out in pleasure. And I wanted that NOW! I orgasmed hard and I orgasmed long. I cried out because it was feeling too good to stay quiet. And then I continued masturbating. He came in not long after my orgasms and as I looked up at Him with my happy smiling face He said "Good girl", His eyes scanning my body. He stayed to watch.
Closer to time being up, He stands beside the bed, looking over me and says "Oooh not long now. Only a few minutes and you'll have to stop". I groan. By this point I had worked myself up and wanted to cum again. (That was expected wasn't it? Given that I was being forced to masturbate). He starts helping me. Being rough with my breasts, biting me all over my neck and shoulders. This helps. Of god how I love it when He hurts me. It didn't take long for all the stimulation to do the trick. In no time I was panting and crying out, enjoying the pleasure and pain that had edged me closer. I orgasmed as He manipulated my breast and nipple and continued biting me. Mmmm...such sweet times.
Soon after I notice little red spots on my breast. They're nothing unusual after rough play. He notices that I have also acquired my first love bite. (Not as bad as it could have been, but still obvious if not covered). It's what I noticed later that surprised me. On the outer side of my breast was a bruise. And I'm talking serious dark blue kinda bruise. Now this I've never had. This He's never done before now. The bruise itself is a bit bigger than the circle you make when putting together your thumb and middle finger (on the same hand obviously). 21hours later it's spread out a little, it's still just as dark and is quite tender. It's an eyesore, it's a true bruise. But again I can't stop looking at it. Just as I couldn't stop looking my bruised arse (and those bruises were nothing compared to this sucker).
I am a pain slut. I love it when He marks me. For in that moment, not only do I have the memory. But for days to come I'm reminded of Him whenever I see the marks.
There was nothing special or out of the ordinary about this day. It was just like any other day. Well that's what I thought, until it happened.
I was lying on my back, in bed masturbating. (Nothing unusual). Normally I like to lie on my back when I play, but this day I wanted something different. I wanted a change. So I switch positions. I'm now kneeling, my arse in the air, and with my head to the side, on the pillow. With one hand I'm diddling my clit, with the other I'm pumping my favourite vibrator in and out of my cunt. He'd been coming in and out of the room, checking in on me. Master likes to watch me when I play. It was when He was out of the room that I decided to switch positions. He came back in and was surprised to find me no longer on my back. (Very, very rarely do I masturbate not lying on my back).
I continue masturbating as He decides to stay with me. By this point, I had been masturbating for a while and was edging myself closer to cumming. I could feel the pleasure rising when He decides to give me a hand. For no other reason except that He can, He decided to start giving me a spanking. I was a little taken by surprise but pleased He was joining in. And to be honest, it shouldn't have been that surprising, given that my arse was presented in the perfect position for obtaining a spanking.
He started with His hand. Although He worked up to the harder hits, it didn't feel as if He started very soft. I love pain, I am a pain slut so it didn't come as any great surprise that Him spanking me would fuel my arousal. I could feel myself getting closer each time He hit my arse. And then He stopped. I couldn't see Him, but I could hear that He was looking for something, rummaging around. And then I heard it. That unmistakable sound. The sound that sent shivers down my spine and made my cunt drip that little bit more. (Okay, a lot more). He was pulling His belt from His work pants. I knew what was coming and I wanted it. I knew it would hurt more this time than any other. I knew He was going to hit me harder than He had before. And there was that delicious feeling of wanting it happen, but also being apprehensive about how hard it was going to be. (I should mention here that although He has spanked me before, on multiple occasions, the belt has not been a tool that He has used seriously. Up until this point, He had only playfully hit me with it.)
I didn't miss a beat and never stopped masturbating, even when the first hit came. It hurt, it stung, and above all else it fueled my need to continue. I kept furiously rubbing clitty and fucking myself with my beloved plastic lover. My speed increased as the belt continued to land on my arse, sometimes moving higher, other times moving lower. And then it happened. My body loved Him hitting me with his belt so much that I came over and over again. That wonderful mix of pleasure and pain had sent me over the edge. Sure my arse was red and tender, but it wasn't until later that I realised that from His spanking, He had bruised me. Now, I've had bruises from Him before, but nothing like this! And I couldn't help myself from looking at my bruised arse whenever I had the chance. I even went clothes shopping the next day and got an awesome view in the change room mirror. And I just HAD to take photo's to document the occasion.
He had marked me, and every time I sat down I was reminded of that.
Skip ahead a few days ahead to yesterday. I was His good little girl as usual and was sitting on the floor, watching Him stroke His nice hard cock while He watched other women masturbate. When instructed I went ahead with my duties as the good sub that I am. I was eager. I always am. I just love it when He pulls my head into His balls and instructs me to lick and suck. I helped Master shoot His load while He was thinking of fucking those women.
We migrated to the bedroom to continue my fun. He lay down beside me and started playing with my breasts and nipples. My left nipple was sore, but my right was normal, thus began the gentle touches and caresses on the left and the rough and hard on the right. (It never ceases to amaze me just how much more sensitive my nipples are since I've had them pierced.) I love Him being rough with me and I especially love Him being rough with my nipples and tits. Not much attention was paid to my left breast, as it was obvious from my moaning and picking up the speed in which I was fucking myself, that I was enjoying the roughness far more than I was the gentle caresses. He started counting down. He was giving me four minutes to get myself off. When He reached 0, I was to cum. I failed. I wasn't ready yet. I wanted it to last longer. I was bad. He was disappointed with me. I hadn't done as I was told.
It was then that He stopped. He got up, stood at the door and told me that given that I hadn't cum, it was obvious that I wanted it to last longer. "You'll be punished at a later date for not obeying me" He said. He put the alarm cock on my side of the bed, checked if I could see it without my glasses and told me that I had to continue masturbating for another 30minutes. I could cum as many times as I liked, but my plastic lover had to be in my cunt and turned on at all times. "And I want you to lay here thinking about what a bad little girl you've been." He told me that He would be coming back to check I wasn't cheating. "Cheating?" I asked. "Just to see that you aren't lying there after you've cum just enjoying the sensation". I nodded my head just before He walked out.
It sounds wonderful doesn't it? This isn't punishment, He's giving me exactly what I want, right? I wanted to masturbate for longer, and He's telling me to do exactly that. Wrong. You see as much as I wanted to continue, I didn't want to have to do it in someone else's time. I wanted to continue, but stop when I wanted. That was not to happen.
Five minutes into the 30 minutes and I was already so close. I was so aroused from helping with His jerk and from the pain He had inflicted on my breast earlier that I was finding it rather difficult to stop myself from cumming. I only had the vibe on medium, but with how aroused I was, even that was making me want to cum. I had a choice. 1) I hold off from cumming and draw out the pleasure I was feeling. Or 2) I could push myself over the edge to orgasm and then keep masturbating until time was up. I debated my choices for quite awhile (while still continuing to follow His orders). My decision was made. This was feeling WAY too good for me to ease off. I wanted to orgasm. I wanted to shudder and shake and cry out in pleasure. And I wanted that NOW! I orgasmed hard and I orgasmed long. I cried out because it was feeling too good to stay quiet. And then I continued masturbating. He came in not long after my orgasms and as I looked up at Him with my happy smiling face He said "Good girl", His eyes scanning my body. He stayed to watch.
Closer to time being up, He stands beside the bed, looking over me and says "Oooh not long now. Only a few minutes and you'll have to stop". I groan. By this point I had worked myself up and wanted to cum again. (That was expected wasn't it? Given that I was being forced to masturbate). He starts helping me. Being rough with my breasts, biting me all over my neck and shoulders. This helps. Of god how I love it when He hurts me. It didn't take long for all the stimulation to do the trick. In no time I was panting and crying out, enjoying the pleasure and pain that had edged me closer. I orgasmed as He manipulated my breast and nipple and continued biting me. Mmmm...such sweet times.
Soon after I notice little red spots on my breast. They're nothing unusual after rough play. He notices that I have also acquired my first love bite. (Not as bad as it could have been, but still obvious if not covered). It's what I noticed later that surprised me. On the outer side of my breast was a bruise. And I'm talking serious dark blue kinda bruise. Now this I've never had. This He's never done before now. The bruise itself is a bit bigger than the circle you make when putting together your thumb and middle finger (on the same hand obviously). 21hours later it's spread out a little, it's still just as dark and is quite tender. It's an eyesore, it's a true bruise. But again I can't stop looking at it. Just as I couldn't stop looking my bruised arse (and those bruises were nothing compared to this sucker).
I am a pain slut. I love it when He marks me. For in that moment, not only do I have the memory. But for days to come I'm reminded of Him whenever I see the marks.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
My Hairy Bits
Okay, so I've talked about the fact that I have body hair in places that most other women don't. I was reluctant initially to write about the face that I don't shave the hair under my arms or on my legs. Now, I choose to write about it openly and freely. If anyone reading doesn't like it, I don't care. Because I do, and this is my blog.
So why do I keep my hair? At first, I deliberately didn't shave because Master loves hairy women. When I was younger I was lazy (and shaving your legs is difficult when you wear glasses and can't see 3 inches in front of your face without them). But what about now? Well, now I choose not to shave for many reasons.
1) It is rather difficult to see what you're doing in the shower without glasses. (Yes I know there are ways to get around this, but this just really gives me the shits).
2) One of His fetishes is hairy women. He loves seeing a beautiful woman with armpit and leg hair. Which leads me to number 3.
3) Because of His fetish and watching video's and looking at pictures of hairy women, it's now one of my fetishes. It's funny how this one seems to sneak up on you. One day you look at a woman with hair on her legs or under her arms and you think 'oh yeah, another hairy woman' and then the next time you look you go 'ooh, hairy woman. nice'. And it's at that moment that you think to yourself 'hang on. when did that change?'
4) I love the look of hairy women. It's especially nice to see a beautiful woman with milky white skin and dark hair. The contrast between her skin colour and hair colour is just gorgeous. In saying that though, I do love seeing a hairy red-headed woman. Love red hair. (Perhaps something to do with loving my own red hair. Us red-heads have to stick together!)
5) I love to look at my hair and feel my hair. It turns me on. Playing with the hair under my arms, twirling them around my fingers. Feeling them with my whole hand. Going into the bathroom and lifting my arm, admiring how long they're getting, how thicker they're looking. Running my hands over my legs, feeling the difference in coarseness between the hair on my ankles to the hair just above my knees. Feeling my hair? Sweetness.
Yesterday, because I love my hair so much, I gave myself a treat. It was time for a shower and I needed to wash the hair on my head. That got me thinking. 'I wonder if I shampoo and condition all my hair, will that make it softer?' So that's exactly what I did.
Now I love having a shower or bath anyway. To me, I feel my sexiest when I'm in the shower. There's just something about the water cascading all over my body that just makes me feel so utterly feminine and sexy like nothing else does. So yesterday my shower was even better than normal. I shampooed and rinse the hair on my head. Then put the conditioner in. I like to leave it sit there for awhile (makes it softer). So while that's working away, I shampoo and rinse both underarms. I continue down and shampoo and rinse the hair that's on my cunt and around my arsehole. Then I continue by doing the same on my legs. I come back up and condition my armpit hairs. I want them to be extra soft like the hair on my head goes, so I put my arms back down and let it sit there for awhile while I continue.
I condition and rinse my cunt and arse hair, and spend a fair amount of time doing the same with my legs. Mmmm...any excuse now to feel how hairy I am. I rinse the conditioner from underneath my arms and from my head. I hop out and lazily and slowly dry myself off. I condition my face and put on some mascara. I'm feeling the sexiest woman in the world at this moment. I pull out my light chocolate lipstick and apply it. I pucker my lips and make a kissing sound. I blot my lips on a tissue and I pucker and kiss again.
I stand in front of the mirror, half side-on, half full frontal, and I look gorgeous. How hot do I look? If I wasn't me, and I saw me...I'd want to fuck me.
Later in the evening, we were sitting in the lounge room. Him on the recliner, me on the floor leaning against the other one. I turn towards Him, and place my right leg on the chair. "Feel my leg" I say. He places his hand on my shin. "Which part of your leg?" I shake my head. "No feel my leg. Feel it. Like you normally feel it, rub your hand up and down". He does so. "Does it feel any different I ask?" He replies "Maybe a bit coarser. Why?" "Well I got thinking today and you're going to laugh but that's okay. I wondered what it would be like to shampoo and condition all my hair. So I did. And considering you feel my legs more than I do I wondered your opinion."
Master told me, after we both masturbated to hairy women that I inspire Him to jerk. My hair, inspires Him to jerk. (Big happy smiles on this face).
So the verdict on shampooing and conditioning all my body hair? My legs seem more coarse as Master said, but He also said He didn't mind which way they came, He'd still feel them. My armpit hair? I like it both ways. It stands out more now; it doesn't lie flat too much. Cunt hair? take it or leave it, it's much of a muchness. (Plus, once it's long enough to wax, it's gone).
Will I do this all again? Yes, I definitely will. Obviously there's a subtle difference in leg hair, but it doesn't bother Him and I touch my armpit hair more than He does, so I probably won't be doing it for His benefit. I'll do it for mine. A treat for myself, a bit of self-pampering. And what girl doesn't love to feel pampered? Ultimately though, the sexier and more confident I feel, the more He benefits. So, in a round-a-bout way I will be doing it for His benefit.
So why do I keep my hair? At first, I deliberately didn't shave because Master loves hairy women. When I was younger I was lazy (and shaving your legs is difficult when you wear glasses and can't see 3 inches in front of your face without them). But what about now? Well, now I choose not to shave for many reasons.
1) It is rather difficult to see what you're doing in the shower without glasses. (Yes I know there are ways to get around this, but this just really gives me the shits).
2) One of His fetishes is hairy women. He loves seeing a beautiful woman with armpit and leg hair. Which leads me to number 3.
3) Because of His fetish and watching video's and looking at pictures of hairy women, it's now one of my fetishes. It's funny how this one seems to sneak up on you. One day you look at a woman with hair on her legs or under her arms and you think 'oh yeah, another hairy woman' and then the next time you look you go 'ooh, hairy woman. nice'. And it's at that moment that you think to yourself 'hang on. when did that change?'
4) I love the look of hairy women. It's especially nice to see a beautiful woman with milky white skin and dark hair. The contrast between her skin colour and hair colour is just gorgeous. In saying that though, I do love seeing a hairy red-headed woman. Love red hair. (Perhaps something to do with loving my own red hair. Us red-heads have to stick together!)
5) I love to look at my hair and feel my hair. It turns me on. Playing with the hair under my arms, twirling them around my fingers. Feeling them with my whole hand. Going into the bathroom and lifting my arm, admiring how long they're getting, how thicker they're looking. Running my hands over my legs, feeling the difference in coarseness between the hair on my ankles to the hair just above my knees. Feeling my hair? Sweetness.
Yesterday, because I love my hair so much, I gave myself a treat. It was time for a shower and I needed to wash the hair on my head. That got me thinking. 'I wonder if I shampoo and condition all my hair, will that make it softer?' So that's exactly what I did.
Now I love having a shower or bath anyway. To me, I feel my sexiest when I'm in the shower. There's just something about the water cascading all over my body that just makes me feel so utterly feminine and sexy like nothing else does. So yesterday my shower was even better than normal. I shampooed and rinse the hair on my head. Then put the conditioner in. I like to leave it sit there for awhile (makes it softer). So while that's working away, I shampoo and rinse both underarms. I continue down and shampoo and rinse the hair that's on my cunt and around my arsehole. Then I continue by doing the same on my legs. I come back up and condition my armpit hairs. I want them to be extra soft like the hair on my head goes, so I put my arms back down and let it sit there for awhile while I continue.
I condition and rinse my cunt and arse hair, and spend a fair amount of time doing the same with my legs. Mmmm...any excuse now to feel how hairy I am. I rinse the conditioner from underneath my arms and from my head. I hop out and lazily and slowly dry myself off. I condition my face and put on some mascara. I'm feeling the sexiest woman in the world at this moment. I pull out my light chocolate lipstick and apply it. I pucker my lips and make a kissing sound. I blot my lips on a tissue and I pucker and kiss again.
I stand in front of the mirror, half side-on, half full frontal, and I look gorgeous. How hot do I look? If I wasn't me, and I saw me...I'd want to fuck me.
Later in the evening, we were sitting in the lounge room. Him on the recliner, me on the floor leaning against the other one. I turn towards Him, and place my right leg on the chair. "Feel my leg" I say. He places his hand on my shin. "Which part of your leg?" I shake my head. "No feel my leg. Feel it. Like you normally feel it, rub your hand up and down". He does so. "Does it feel any different I ask?" He replies "Maybe a bit coarser. Why?" "Well I got thinking today and you're going to laugh but that's okay. I wondered what it would be like to shampoo and condition all my hair. So I did. And considering you feel my legs more than I do I wondered your opinion."
Master told me, after we both masturbated to hairy women that I inspire Him to jerk. My hair, inspires Him to jerk. (Big happy smiles on this face).
So the verdict on shampooing and conditioning all my body hair? My legs seem more coarse as Master said, but He also said He didn't mind which way they came, He'd still feel them. My armpit hair? I like it both ways. It stands out more now; it doesn't lie flat too much. Cunt hair? take it or leave it, it's much of a muchness. (Plus, once it's long enough to wax, it's gone).
Will I do this all again? Yes, I definitely will. Obviously there's a subtle difference in leg hair, but it doesn't bother Him and I touch my armpit hair more than He does, so I probably won't be doing it for His benefit. I'll do it for mine. A treat for myself, a bit of self-pampering. And what girl doesn't love to feel pampered? Ultimately though, the sexier and more confident I feel, the more He benefits. So, in a round-a-bout way I will be doing it for His benefit.
Monday, April 14, 2008
I'm back (so un-original but anyway...)
Okay, so I'm back to normal. Well, back to my old self anyway. Not sure how normal any of us really are. And to be honest what really is 'normal'? Anyway, that's a discussion for another time and I'm getting off track.
I have been sick. I had a viral illness for 4 or so days. I had nausea and pain and couldn't get enough sleep. I was not sexy. I did not feel sexy. And I certainly wasn't up for the usual (even though there were times I was wet and kinda wanted to masturbate. The nausea stopped me from taking the thought any further.). However that has all changed.
I am back to my usual, slutty masturbating self. I have something I want to post about, but I don't want to rush it. It happened to me yesterday, it was great and I definitely want it to happen again. I've got pictures, but we'll see if He lets me post one.
In the mean time, I found this on My Husband's Slut and thought I'd do it and post it here.
I have been sick. I had a viral illness for 4 or so days. I had nausea and pain and couldn't get enough sleep. I was not sexy. I did not feel sexy. And I certainly wasn't up for the usual (even though there were times I was wet and kinda wanted to masturbate. The nausea stopped me from taking the thought any further.). However that has all changed.
I am back to my usual, slutty masturbating self. I have something I want to post about, but I don't want to rush it. It happened to me yesterday, it was great and I definitely want it to happen again. I've got pictures, but we'll see if He lets me post one.
In the mean time, I found this on My Husband's Slut and thought I'd do it and post it here.
Only two rules: You must answer yes or no. You may not explain unless someone asks.
Taken a picture naked? Yes
Made money illegally? No
Had a one night stand? No
Been in a fist fight? Yes
Slept with your best friend? Yes
Had sex in a public place? Yes
Ditched work to have sex? No
Slept with a member of the same sex? No
Seen someone die? No
Ran from the police? No
Woke up somewhere and not remember how you got there? No
Worn your partners unmentionables? No
Fallen asleep at work? No
Used toys in the bedroom? Yes
Ran a red light? Yes
Been fired? Yes
Been in a car accident? No
Pole danced or done a striptease? Yes
Loved someone you shouldn't? Yes
Sang karaoke? Yes
Done something you told yourself you wouldn't? Yes
Laughed so hard you peed your pants? Yes
Caught someone having sex? No
Kissed a perfect stranger? No
Shaved your partner? No
Given your private parts a nickname? Yes
Ever gone in public without underwear? Yes
Had sex on a roof top? No
Played chicken? No
Mooned/flashed someone? Yes
Do you sleep naked? Yes
Blacked out from drinking? Yes
Felt like killing someone? Yes
Had sex more than 5 times in one day? Yes
Been with someone because they were in a band? No
Taken 10 shots of liquor in a day? No
Shot a gun? No
Gone outside naked? Yes
Alright, so there you have it. All my answers, and that's all I can say, unless someone asks me something about it. Enjoy and do it yourself if you like...I'd like to read your answers. But if you do do it, please let me know.
Lucy
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Missing In Action
Hi everyone.
I know I haven't posted for a little while. The reason why? I'm sick. I've been to the doctor, it's nothing serious. Just a viral thing that needs to work its way out of my system. Needless to say though, I'm sick of the nausea and the pain. Fingers crossed that it's going to piss off really soon!
Lucy
I know I haven't posted for a little while. The reason why? I'm sick. I've been to the doctor, it's nothing serious. Just a viral thing that needs to work its way out of my system. Needless to say though, I'm sick of the nausea and the pain. Fingers crossed that it's going to piss off really soon!
Lucy
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