Wednesday, November 11, 2009

My 200th Post!

First of all, let me apologise for how absent I've been of late. It's because of my studies that I haven't been posting. However, now that I've finished for this year, I've got some more spare time on my hands and even have a few posts that I'm working on :-)

I'm going to toot my own horn here a (little) bit, but I wanted to share with you all how well I did this past term at uni. I was studying two courses and received a High Distinction (my first) and a Distinction, as well as topping the class for both. With this being the best term I've had so far since I started, I can't help but be proud of myself and want to share the news. And as of the end of the term, I can now say that I have achieved all possible marks, from a Fail right through to a High Distinction. Enough of self promotion, let's move on, shall we?

I haven't been up to a whole lot on my time off, but am loving it. It gives me a chance to do all those things I can't do throughout the term. Like learning how to use photoshop (still working on this), reading books that aren't set text's etc. Although it's nice to have the time off, I kinda feel like it's a bit wasted. With less than 10 courses left to complete until I graduate, it's so close (graduation) that I can almost touch it. Knowing that it's right there, just out of my reach, makes me want it all that more sooner, which makes time off all that more bitter-sweet.

As I said earlier I have some posts that I'm working on, and as soon as I'm happy with them, I'll be sharing them with you. And hoping I get some comments on them too (hint, hint). For the moment though, I thought I would ask if any of you have any questions you would like me to answer. Is there something you've always been wondering about me? Or would you like to know what my personal opinion is on a certain topic? Feel free to email them ( or leave them in the comments for me. I won't say that I will answer every one, but ask away. You'll never know if you don't ask.

Stay safe & have fun
Lucy xoxox

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Update and stuff

Sorry it's been awhile since I've posted. Since last time, Daddy and I have been on our first holiday together :-) We had an awesome time travelling around a couple of states. We went our for dinner, got lost in a hedge maze (multiple times), played mini golf (He won), went to a winery for wine tasting, had our photo taken when we were standing on either side of the border line, and ate the yummiest pizza ever (I swear, it's almost worth re-locating for, almost).

Other than going away on holidays it's been business as usual around here. Uni is going really well this term with my overall mark so far sitting between 80% and 85%. And I'm really enjoying the subjects, which is a good thing. Other than that nothing much else has been going on.

Last piece of business....have you all entered BBG's Anniversary Blog Contest? The details can be found if you just click on the link there. Here's my wishlist (or what I've added so far).

BBG's Anniversary Contest

You all know about BBG's Blog Anniversary Contest right? No? Well if you click on the link there it will take you straight to where she gives you all the details for how you can enter to win. Below is the list of possible prizes (depending on how many entries are received).

Go on, go check it out, I'm about to put my entry in just as soon as I've finished typing this!

Here’s what you can win as the entries increase:

Sign-ups Item Retail


Electrogasm $45.00


Ratan Cane $11.50


Trinity Silicone Butt Plug Kit $38.00


Trinity Pink Waterproof Rabbit $18.95


Orgasmic Vibrating Cock Ring $8.00


Luv Balls $26.00


The Sunset Plug $17.99


Strict Leather Flogger $165.00


Clit Enhance Pump Kit $114.00


Vibrating Silver Bullet $8.50


Vibrating Remote Control 7 speed egg $47.95


Leather Blindfold with Velcro Closure $16.50


Strict Leather Locking Thigh Cuffs $76.00


Trinity 7 Speed Vibrating Silicon Butt Plug $28.95


Delux Digital Power Box $130.00


Trinity Pocket Rocket Massager $14.00


Trinity Heart Throb Glass Dildo $28.00


The Love Pacifier $14.99


Strict Leather 4 Foot Leash $18.00


Vibrating Lipstick $26.00


Hitachi Magic Wand $49.95


Ball Gag Training System $15.00


Trinity Rosebud G Vibrator $22.50


Strict Leather Punishment Strap $37.50


Bondage Tape $7.95


Strict Leather Studded Paddle $48.00


Clit Clamp with Bell $10.00


Strict Leather Low Rise Leather Collar $48.00


The Love Seat $99.95


Premium Bondage Rope Nylon 10ft $12.00


Wartenburg Wheel $9.50


The Anal Hook $78.95


Tower of Pain $88.00


Strict Leather Forced Orgasm Belt $78.00


The Curvy Steel Dildo $95.00


The Power Box Fucking Machine $449.00

If BBG gets 100 people to enter, the prize package is worth approximately $2000! So go and get your entries in!!

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Sugasm One Seven Zero

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 #171? 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
The fundamental things apply…
“If you can’t fuck me with your mouth, how are you going to handle fucking all of me at once?”

“Patiently, he took his time touching me here and there.”

The Study Date (Sugarbutch Star: Green-Eyed Girl)
“I bet she’s already wet.”

Sugasm Editor
Wardrobe Malfunction

Editor’s Choice
3a.m. Vulnerability

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Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Daddy's proud slut

i proudly wear His marks.

The freckled spots on my breasts from last night, evidence of how He likes to hurt me. Groping, twisting, turning, slapping. Causing me to wince with pain and moan with pleasure.

The pink bite size area on the top of my right breast from two nights ago. Slightly faded but still easily seen. And still sore to touch.

The long pink mark on one side of my neck. Blood drawn to the surface two nights ago, still lingering to remind me that i'm His. That i belong to Him.

My breath quickens, and my cunt aches seeing His marks on me.

Daddy, i proudly wear your marks of control and domination.

Friday, July 31, 2009

Differences: Now & Then

I hadn’t thought about it until I was having a conversation with a group of people whom I only had only met a couple of days earlier. One asked: “Do people treat you differently now?” Now meaning: that I am 25kg’s lighter and no longer fat.

I’ve thought about this a fair amount since that conversation. And because of it (the conversation), I’m now more aware of how people treat me. And I spend more time thinking about how they’ve treated me as well.

I work in Customer Service, customers are my job. I know how to properly greet you so that you’ll feel warm and welcome where I work. I’ll ask enough vague, but personal questions, and respond friendly enough, that you’ll feel that I’m familiar to you. And then I’ll do my job and send you on your way with a smile on my face and a promise to “See you next time!”

Because of my awesome skills to do all this ;-) and for it to be second nature, I critique others. Kinda. While I don’t rate them on a scale from say 1-10, I am critical of how I’m treated as a customer. I hate loathe it when people who are serving customers 1) Do not smile; 2) Do not have a personality of any sort (Come on! You’re nothing but a sponge in there?! Everyone has some kind of personality!); 3) Hold out their hand in anticipation of you paying them (A note to those of you that do this and are reading: This is just greedy. You’re going to get your (company’s) money, so just wait until I’m ready to give it to you. You wouldn’t have to put your hand up if I magically wished for the correct change, and I wouldn’t have to be served by you if my order was taken by a robot and my meal technologically appeared on the table just as I sat down. Look, just don’t fucking do it! And the same goes for customers who do this. Did you leave your manners at home today?); 4) Act as though I’m annoying you and stopping you from being somewhere way more important. (To my readers that fit this description: This is your job. You do this, to earn money so you can go out and buy the latest craze 15 and 16 yr olds are into today. Yes, these are the teenagers, which CLEARLY have better and more important places to be. You have a job to do. Do it. Period. And if you are that person, leave now. This is an adult blog intended for adults only.) More things annoy me, but I’m slightly off track, so I’ll get back to my point.

I hate to say it, but yes, I am treated differently now. Now that I’m not fat. Now that my figure is hourglass and not round. Now that I don’t have the start of a double chin.

Okay, so I’m easier on the eye now. But does that really deserve you treating me better than when I was 25kg’s heavier? No, no it does not. I didn’t treat you any differently when I was fat. I’ve been in customer service for 5yrs now, and I know how to be a good customer, and I know how to be a good customer service representative. I am a good customer to everyone, until something you do or say makes me feel less happy. Simple as that, you all start at the same level, where I am my friendly, nice, happy self, but if you do one of those things mentioned above, I will think twice about how big I smile or if I even smile when I leave. (Clearly the holding out the hand thing is something that really pisses me off, so that’s an instant explosion down to “Oh she didn’t!” and you get nothing more from me.)

I could understand this if I was in the US, but here we don’t rely on tips. In fact, I’ve never tipped anyone in my life. Nor have I been in the presence when someone has. And I have never been tipped at work. So why is it, that I’m being treated better now that my waistline is smaller, but my smile and attitude are just as wide and friendly as ever? I don’t know. Maybe for guys it’s the question of “Can I get her to flirt with me?” (Men, guys, feel free to leave me your thoughts, even if you don’t work in customer service. Why would any male treat me better now?). And I don’t know about the girls. Maybe the whole bitchiness aspect comes into it somehow. I just can’t see what’s in it for them to be nicer to one person (i.e. thinner me) than another (i.e. fat me).

If anyone can enlighten me, please do, because I’m at a loss to see what it could be that’s causing them to be nicer to me now. Are all people really that shallow? Is it even a conscious decision?

*I must note that although I focused more on how I’m treated as a customer, strangers on the street are friendlier towards me now that I’m thinner. Just in case you were wondering.

Would love to hear some feedback on this one! Pretty please??

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Damp Down Under

It's been two and a half months since I went off the pill and had the implant put in. Since then, I haven't had any of the following: periods, cramps, nausea and (the best one) pms. However, when I was on the pill, a week beforehand I would be incredibly horny. Now that I have the implant, I don't have this week.

I'm horny for four out of four weeks in a month. Yes, all four. Although I'm not super, mega, heavy duty horny all the time (like I was in the week beforehand), I am always aroused and ready for sex.

I couldn't calculate, in a day, the amount of time I spend touching my clit or playing with my lips, or casually dipping in the tip of a finger. My hands have a mind of their own. I'll be watching TV and become aware of the hand between my legs, curiously & quietly masturbating. Every single time I wake up through the night I am wet, and one of my hands is between my legs, rubbing my clit.

I am constantly aroused.

I am the typical teenage boy in a woman's body. Yes, I do fantasise about women, but that's not what I mean. As a result of my state of arousal, I'm always thinking about sex. Fantasising about trying new things; thinking of different ways to seduce Him; thinking about how I could take advantage of the situation and masturbate. However much I love being aroused and thinking about sex, it's devilishly frustrating at times.

So if it were my choice, how often would I want it? Sex, I would want daily. Hell, what am I talking about if's for? I do want it everyday! Okay, so if it were my choice, how often would I actually get it? Daily, preferably in the mornings or afternoons (that's my thing at the moment). I hear you ask about masturbation? Daily as well :-)

If you were as horny as often and for as long as I am, wouldn't you take advantage of the it? I bet you would ;-)

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

TMI Tuesday #195

1. Have you ever attended a group masturbation party? Same-sex or mixed?

No, I have not. Nor do I know of anyone who has.

2. When masturbating, as you reach orgasm, do you continue to stimulate yourself without interruption, or do you stop and apply pressure until your spasms subside? Or?

I continue to stimulate until I can't take it any more, then I ease off. I'm still spasming after everything has stopped.

3. Have you ever video'ed yourself while masturbating (solo)? Where are they now?

Hell yeah, you've also seen some still shots from the video's. They are saved on both my computer & His as well as being burnt onto disc.

4. Have you ever looked at porn online? Have you ever posted at porn online?

Yes, I've looked at porn online. Who hasn't? Posted...debatable.

5. Do you send/recieve dirty email jokes and pictures?

Hell yeah, and on a regular basis. Video's too lol

Bonus: Have you ever told someone they were good in bed when they weren't?

No. I'd rather be up front and discuss it with them so future sex is better for both of us.

Monday, July 06, 2009


I fell in love with you, all over again last night.

The way you held me and gently whispered into my ear how beautiful I was.

How you touched me lovingly, exploring my body.

How you looked at me, like I was all you could see.

We have the movie, hallmark moments too. It’s just that ours don’t have a soundtrack and aren’t being filmed.

Last night was my hallmark moment.

I love you handsome

Monday, June 29, 2009

Naughty Lucy's Cravings

For over two months now, all I've had are chicken cravings. Any time I can have chicken, I do. But I haven't only been craving for poultry though.

My latest sexual cravings are:
  • loving, romantic sex, where we both cum at the same time.
  • to be spanked. I want to be vulnerable, with my arse up in the air, awaiting each blow, waiting for the heat and the pain.
  • to start wearing my collar again. With my collar secured around my neck, I know my place. My mindset changes and I know who I am and what I must do. I miss being His slut.
  • to have all three of my holes filled. I've been fantasising about having a butt plug up my arse, my dildo in my cunt, and His balls in my mouth (while He jerks).
  • anal sex. It's been too long since I've felt His cock in my arse. I want Him to fuck my arse. I want to be on top with His cock buried in me. I want to feel Him cum in my arse.
  • to be restrained. I miss the feeling of powerlessness when I'm tied up. Having the control taken away from me *sigh*
  • to give Him a blow job again. Oh how I'm missing having His cock in my mouth. And I want to start perfecting my skills....I am determined to deep throat without my gag reflex over-reacting.

And the things I've craving, but can't have yet?

  • Getting my inner labia pierced.
I'm looking forward to the piercing itself. The time I had anything pierced or tattooed was over 18 months ago (my nipples). There comes a point with me, when I get that craving again. If I had the money, they would have been done by now.

It's not only the piercing I'm looking forward to, it's seeing what they look like after they're done. Playing with them when they've fully healed. And the possibility of Him locking them together as a way of masturbation control. Or His interest in stretching. I have to admit that I am curious about that and the use of weights.

  • Getting my clit hood pierced.
We've decided to leave this until after my labia piercings. Mainly due to the fact that this will hurt more and take longer to heal. And unless He says that He wants me to get something else pierced, this will be my final piercing which will bring me to a total of 11.

Boy am I looking forward to getting this done! If my sensitivity increases for this, anything like it did when I got my nipples pierced, I am going to be one very happy woman! :-)

  • Enjoying the use of a fucking machine.
And this is one I suspect I'll be waiting a fairly long time for, given the price. I will be the lazy partner of my fucking machine. I want one that does the work for me. I want to be lying down, or on hands and knees etc and have it fuck me. I do not want to be sitting on it or anything like that. I want to be able to use it hands free, with my hands only adjusting the controls, or playing with my clit. I figure if I'm buying a 'fucking machine' then, that's exactly what it should do, fuck me. I am a simple woman who is easy to please ;-)

But, as I said, given the price of these, I don't think I'll be getting one for a long time. Hmm....what big events have I got coming up that I could request this as a present? Graduating from Uni? Couple years away yet....would love it before then. Reaching my goal weight? I'm hoping to be there by Christmas. Do you think that 39kg's (85.9lbs) is an awesome enough effort/reason to buy a fucking machine? ;-) I can dream, can't I?

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Winter Update

Hi Everyone. I know it's been awhile since I posted and the reason is because I'm sick. Well, both of us are sick. When I went away to celebrate my birthday with my family I got a sore throat, which turned into a cold, which has now gone to my chest. Yeah, not so much fun.

The sore throat has gone, as have the sniffles (well almost all gone), but now I've got the annoying bloody cough which is persisting. I've been sick for almost two weeks now :-(

The other night when Daddy and I were playing, He couldn't resist and kissed me, which is now why He's sick. Even though as soon as He did it I said "Don't blame me if you get sick", I still feel bad. They say there's a 1 in 16 chance of catching a cold from someone if you kiss them while they're sick. Well, I can tell you, he only kissed me once, so our luck isn't too good at the moment obviously.

I hate being sick, as do most people. But the one thing that I've come to realise this time, is how much I can't stand not being able to kiss Him. It's been driving me batty! I've always known that kissing is one activity that I really enjoy, but to not be able to do it is torture (and not in the good sense) :-)

A good kiss can make me weak at the knees and tremble in anticipation of what's to come (if anything). It can make my heart pound and my stomach flutter. It can give me goosebumps. It can be exactly what I want, or it can leave me waiting for more.

I can't wait until I'm better again, because although I'm missing all of these things in not being able to kiss Him, the one thing I'm missing more than all is the fact that Daddy has grown his beard and moustache back for the winter *big grins*

This is how He was when we first got together. His facial hair takes me back to the early days, which were troublesome, but adventurous. Innocent and yet so full of naughtiness and debauchery. Not to mention the fact that the tickling of His beard and mo is the one type of tickling that I would ask for, in various places over my body ;-)

And speaking of body hair, I've let my leg hair grow back. I'm not sure how long it's been since I last shaved, but it's at least over a month, maybe two. It's strange to have it back again, after having gotten into the routine of shaving my legs. Although I'm definitely not complaining for the extra warmth on these chilly nights we've been having. My underarm hair is back as well, although it's only been a couple of weeks since I stopped shaving that. We'll see how it goes, for the moment both my underarm and leg hair is staying. And afterall, with Daddy growing His facial hair for me, it's only fair that He gets to enjoy my body hair too :-)

Sugasm #167

I've been having a bit of trouble with the links, which is why I'm so late posting this. Because I had to add in all the hyperlink's, I haven't shared the whole list. It just would have been too time consuming. Enjoy this week's Sugasm!

Chloe courtesy of Viviane’s Sex Carnival.

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 #168? 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
Every Time You Orgasm, An Angel Gets Its Wings
“There is nothing that screams “fuck you” to the pain and the hurt in the world than screaming “fuck me” to the person in your bed.”

HNT: Spanked
“I wasn’t sure how I felt about him. But tonight, I was sure.”

A Thousand Kisses
“This wasn’t enough. I knew that I had to try something else.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Congratulations, you’re invited!

Sugasm Editor
Sex Work And Honesty: Religion

Editor’s Choice
Food, fun and commitment

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Thursday, June 04, 2009

Three years......And counting!

Today marks 3 years since I started this blog. Although I’ve gone back and read a few of my earlier posts, I haven’t been caught up in reminiscing. Not at the moment at least. However, in reading some of my earlier posts I can see how much I’ve changed and grown. How much our relationship has changed, and how much more mature I have become in those three short years. I dare say that this is most obvious to me, rather than you or my family and friends, but perhaps you can see the differences too.

As I’m currently away visiting family and celebrating my birthday, this is just a short post to thank you all for sharing this journey with me and continually showing me support by coming back to a) read what I’ve written, b) perve on me (and the pictures I post) & c) leaving me comments.

I’m grateful for each and every one of you and the words of encouragement you leave me. I hope you’ll stick around and continue the journey with me.

Happy Thursday everyone!

Until I get back,

Lucy xox

Friday, May 29, 2009

Sugasm #166

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 #167? 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.

HNT courtesy of Coquitten.

This Week’s Picks

Bare-Assed Cheek (2): Punishment and Reward
“His finger glides up the inner side of my left thigh.”

Lilly’s Turn - Part 1: Wherein a Power Play is Made
“I asked her, outright, if she considered herself submissive.”

“Exquisite pain heralding exquisite surrender.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Is Sasha Grey going mainstream?

Sugasm Editor
A Difficult Scenario

Editor’s Choice
Just Looking

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Wednesday, May 27, 2009

You know I'm in charge, don't you?

I send him a text, "I'll be there in 15mins. You know how I want you." He replies with "I'll be ready". I think to myself 'You'd better be, or there'll be trouble'.

I'm already dressed. Hair tied up in a high ponytail, mascara and some lipstick. A long, classy black coat covers my red-trimmed black corset, short black skirt, and part of the black thigh-high stockings I've got on. My ensemble is complete with 5inch heels.

I pick up my bag of toys, which includes lube, a blindfold, various dildo's and buttplugs, restraints, and a few instruments to administer punishment if need be, and head to my car.

I'm going to have some fun tonight. It's been almost 2weeks since I've seen him, but tonight will be well worth the wait.

I'm on time as I park down the street a little. He can wait a little longer, let the temptation build. I roll down the window and have a smoke while he waits for me to arrive. With one hand holding the cigarette, the other wanders under my coat and skirt. I run my long nails over my freshly waxed pussy, feeling the arousal. Knowing it's only a matter of minutes before the fun begins.

I remove my hand from between my legs, put the smoke out in the ashtray and start the car. I make a u-turn and park in his driveway. It's late at night, there's no lights on in the neighbouring houses. They've all gone to bed. No doubt to wake up fresh for work in the morning. 'He won't be fresh for work in the morning' I think as I exit the car with my bag and walk to his front door. I take out the spare key he's given me and wait a little before opening the door, knowing he heard the
clicking of my heels on the cement. I lick my lips as I slip the key in and turn.

As I open the door, I see him kneeling before me, head down. Naked except for the black collar, and the cock ring he knows he has to wear when I visit.

"Good evening Mistress" he says before kissing my heeled feet. "Thank you for coming". I laugh, "Don't thank me yet boy".

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Love HNT Part II


I'm back with the second and final part of my 'Love' pics. I thought I would have more to use then I ended up with, but given that I've been taking these all with the self-timer it's certainly time consuming (and a tad frustrating) when you can't see the shot until it's been taken! The click through on this is my absolute favourite out of all the photos I took, hence why I left it to last :-)

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday! And remember to see who else got half-nekkid!

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Love HNT


A couple of days ago I went shopping for some new tops. Now that I've lost so much weight (over 55lbs/25kg's) what I have/had is pretty much too big. With winter fast approaching, I needed some tops that I could wear, but this I picked up for a measly $5. Good for around the house and to bed.

And more than anything, it sums up exactly how I feel about myself now. It's been a long time coming for me to be happy with my physical appearance, and I have never loved what I looked like. Sure, I haven't reached my goal weight yet, but with each day it's getting closer. And although there's parts of my body that aren't exactly how I would like them to be, I do love what I look like.

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday!

Don't forget to see who else participated.

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Return to HNT

I felt like joining in this week and showing off a healthier looking me. I'm much more confident these days, and although I still have a way to go to reach my goal weight, I love what I see in the mirror. Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday everyone!

Don't forget to see who else participated this week.

*And thanks again to Alec (Coy Pink's hubby) who helped me touch up this pic by photoshopping out my stained garage floor.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

A Happier me

I’ve always been fat/plump/chubby. Whatever you want to call it, I’ve always been noticeably overweight. I remember back to first grade (5 turning 6yrs old) and she’s there. She’s part of my memories, my history, my past. We were the best of friends, and throughout our friendship she has always been the pretty, popular one. She was the pretty girl with blue eyes and blonde hair; I was her redheaded, chubby best friend. This, I’ve always been aware of. Long before I should have, I had body issues.

Looking back, given what I ate everyday (almost the same lunch for years on end), it really is no surprise that I was overweight. One such food was a particular brand of full fat cheese. This, I ate at least for breakfast & lunch and snacked on during the day for the majority of my life (including all my school years). This cheese I now turn down. Sometimes I get a craving for it, and then I think of the last time I ate it and how it didn’t taste as yummy as it once did. So I decide no to get some. I am very proud of myself for that.

When I started on this path of my life, I was pessimistic that it would be too hard and I wouldn’t be able to lose the weight. I was excited at the idea of changing my life, my health, and my (self-loathing) appearance. I was hopeful that I would succeed and make my life better. More than anything though, I was scared. I had reached a point where I knew things had to change, and that I had to change. And I was scared shitless that I would fail.

Being sick so badly and for so long was a blessing in disguise. It kick started my weight loss. Having glandular fever and gastroenteritis is no fun. Had I had a choice, I would have rather have not been sick and lost the weight slower. However, that’s the hand life dealt me, and I played on.

I’m surprised and still don’t really believe that I’ve lost 22kg (48.5lbs). I went clothes shopping with my mum the other day and immediately and subconsciously gravitated towards the fat section. I no longer fit into these clothes, but because for so long that’s all I could fit into, my legs take me there automatically.

22 kilograms! I understand that I’ve lost weight and my appearance has changed because of that, but the number + me losing that much just doesn’t compute. I look at photographs of me, even from a year ago, and I no longer see me. I know it’s me, but that’s who I WAS. I’m so different now. I am a new person. I am a new and improved version of me.

I no longer cringe when someone wants me in a photograph, and my smile is no longer fake. Perhaps I’ve become a little vain, but I think I’ve bloody well earned it after all the fat years I went through. I can now feel good about myself, because I am healthy and my appearance is more appealing (to me).

I have lost 4 to 5 dress sizes! Clothes shopping is no longer an issue for me. And clothes that I was wearing just a year ago are way too big. I put on a top the other day that I used to wear all the time. It now hangs off me. I mean, you wouldn’t even know I had a figure wearing this fucking tent thing.

As of yesterday, my BMI has significantly changed. I’m no longer classed as obese, now I’m just overweight. I simply cannot describe how good this feels. Those of you that are reading this that have experienced it will know what I’m talking about. And those of you out there that are on your way to experiencing it, I strongly encourage you to keep going. Take it from someone who’s there, it feels awesome & no one can take that away from you.

This morning I took my measurement. Inches have been lost since the last time, but I haven’t been diligent with keeping a record. Suppose I probably should have, but oh well what’s done is done. From taking these measurements, I now know I have one inch (yes, just one) to lose off my waist and I will officially have an hourglass figure. I’ve never really had a particular figure, other than fat, so it’s pretty exciting.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

My New Bum

Here's me, modelling a pair of knickers that I bought a couple of weeks ago.
Talk about super comfy! :-)

I've titled this 'My New Bum' because that's what I've got. Since I've been losing weight, it's amazed me the shape different parts of my body have taken. More to the point that the shape I am now (and will become when I lose more and reach my goal) is MY shape. This is my figure. *big grins*

I'm loving my body so much more, yes because I am smaller, but moreso because I'm now healthier (and recent blood tests have proven this :-) ). I can't tell you how much happier I am with myself now. Again, yes it's because I'm smaller, I won't lie about that. I am much happier about my looks now. But that's not all it is, not by far. I have a newfound confidence in myself. But really, it's the little things that because I've never experienced before, I didn't know how good it could be. Like it not being an effort to get up off the floor (try doing that when you're classed as obese on the bmi). It's little shit like that, that you don't even notice until it's been happening for awhile. Or how I can now walk in the shopping centre with Him and not struggle to keep up with His pace (and sometimes even being ahead). He's over 6 foot tall and I'm only 5 foot 4.

Anyway, now that I've gotten off topic......Hope you enjoy the photo as much as I'm enjoying my new shape and, of course, my new bum! :-D

*If you don't want to take my word for it, check out my previous pics of my bum. I'm sure you'll be able to see the difference.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

There's no time for sleep now

He is asleep in bed. Lying on his side, breathing deep; I know he is out to it.

I lay in bed next to him, cuddling in. My breasts against his back, my hand and arm resting on his chest. I deviously think to myself “Here’s my chance”, as a smile comes across my face.

I start moving my hand down and as I touch his stomach he flinches a little. I keep my hand still and stay there for a bit, not moving, listening to his breathing. When I think it’s safe, I move further down & I feel his briefs. My hand immediately targets his cock.

My hand still outside his briefs, rubs his cock. Tracing lines up and down his shaft with my fingers. I feel him harden at my touch. Moving further down I fondle his balls, enlarging his hard cock as he rolls onto his back. I adjust so he doesn’t lie on top of me and so I’m in the best possible position.

I grip his shaft with my palm and squeeze. His cock jerks involuntarily and he moans, still sleeping.

I gently trace circles around the head and then go back to rubbing his cock, jerking him off while he sleeps. His hips lift up off the bed slightly, encouraging me more.

I move my hand up to find the top of his briefs; I lift it up and slide my hand underneath. Carefully ensuring I don’t snap the elastic onto his stomach.

I wiggle my hand down and grasp his cock as I start to jerk him off. His cock twitches and grows harder with my touch. I vary from long, firm strokes to shorts one focussed on the head. I move down and play with his balls some more and his cock grows harder still. He moans as I make my way back up and continue jerking him. It doesn’t take long and he’s lifting his hips, removing his briefs.

Mmm….freedom of movement. I become more confident, holding him firmer, jerking him faster. And then he wakes up and realises it’s not just a dream. He groans at my insistent touch, raising his hips, fucking my hand.

I bring my hand close to my face, licking my palm and fingers before jerking him some more. He’s leaking pre-cum and lying back, enjoying being fucked.

I sit up and shuffle down the bed a little. I lick my lips slowly in anticipation of tasting him again.

Slowly, but eagerly I open my mouth and close my lips around the head, gently sucking & licking all at once.

I continue jerking him as I tempt him with my mouth. Easing his cock further towards my throat.

I jerk him faster as I suck harder, urging him to cum. He starts to run one hand over my leg when I force his cock as far into my mouth as it’s ever been. Leaking so much, tasting so good. Touching my tonsils, it gets too sensitive for him so I go back to jerking him off.

My hand moves faster and his hips move more quickly, fucking my hand. He groans more and his hips move up and down even quicker still. “Cum for me” I say.

With a few hard and fast jerks his cock is spurting. When he’s cumming, I can’t help but wish he was doing so in my mouth. He cums spurt after spurt landing on my hand and his stomach.

Still holding his cock I move my face up to his. “I love you” I whisper. “I know”. We smile at one another as I request “Kiss me”. And boy does he know how to kiss ;-)

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Endless possibilities; One choice

She sits patiently but anxiously waiting for him. A million thoughts race through her head at the possibilities. But she settles on just one thing she wants tonight.

She smiles to herself and thinks: "Please let me be on top".

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

My Favourite Room

The bathroom is my favourite room in the house.

There's the mirror, who always shows me the truth. Good, bad, and yes even the ugly! :-)

And the scales, who can be both my friend and my foe. They take great pleasure when I've been deprived of my cravings...the less weight they have to support when I stand on them. They can be selfish bastards at times.

The bath tub, where I so infrequently relax, but should more because it does wonders for me.

The vanity, where I put my contacts in each morning and smile at the person staring back at me. I am now pretty enough not to hide behind my glasses.

And last but not least the shower. My haven away from all else. My sanctuary.

As a child I had a love/hate relationship with taking showers. On the one hand I loved them, it was the place I could just sit & think. If I had've been allowed, I would have spent hours in the shower as a kid. And once spent so long in there my grandfather threatened to throw refrigerated water over me to get me to come out. I've also fallen asleep in the shower.

And loving it so much leads to my dilemma. Because I knew I would spend as much time as possible in there, I'd feel like maybe I was missing out on something that was happening outside this sanctuary.

Now, not so much. Now the shower is my place. To chill out and relax, work out things in my head, and to let my emotions free.

When I cry, a lot of the times it's in the shower. And it feels so natural & calming.

My tears for my tragedies, heartaches, disappointments, anger, frustration, despair and loneliness are set free. Washed away with me feeling a little lighter.

My tears for my achievements, happiness, joy, excitement, dreams, hopes and wishes are also set free. I hope that when they're washed away, somehow because I let the good things go, good things will come back to me.

The water I love to feel splashing over me. Drenching me, hugging me. So refreshing and so calming.

The actual washing in the shower...the chance to rid yourself of the day, to start fresh. As my skin is washed away, a new me appears. Ever just slightly, but she's there.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Soapy HNT (Part IV)

Today brings the last picture in this series. Parts One, Two and Three can be found here, here & here.

I've deliberately left this one to last because it is my absolute favourite! I hope you all like it as much as I do.

Remember to check out Os to see who else is half-nekkid today!

Monday, February 16, 2009


As she sits out in the pale, fading moonlight her nipples strain against her shirt. Aching to be touched. To be fondled. Licked. Sucked on.

The breeze barely blows, but she feels it the most between her legs. The coolness of it as it brushes her hair and touches her lips.

"please?" she whispers to the night.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Soapy HNT (Part III)

Following on with the next part in the series of photos from my jerk video for Daddy. (Part One can be found here, & Part Two, here).

After a Bath
(Aileen Fisher)

After my bath
I try, try, try
To wipe myself
'Til I'm dry, dry, dry.

Hands to wipe
And fingers and toes
Two wet legs
And a shiny nose.

Just think how much
Less time I'd take
If I were a dog
And could shake, shake, shake.


Saturday, February 07, 2009

Needing Him

*This is a post Daddy asked me specifically to write about, and from the particular angle I've written it from*

I needed it. I spent all day thinking about his hard cock. How good it would feel in my hands, how much I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted him to fuck me; I wanted to ride him until it hurt. I wanted to cum until I couldn’t possibly take any more. Oh how I needed to be fucked.

He arrived home to me playing the Wii. Little did he know that I was merely doing that to try and distract myself from how aroused I was. I wanted him to fuck me then; as soon as he got home. But he’d had a long day, so I was quiet, waiting patiently in the hopes that later he’d indulge me.

And he did.

The tv was switched off and while I went to the kitchen for a drink, he went to the bedroom. I thought he was getting ready for bed, until he walked out, cock in hand, jerking off. I smiled, and sighed a little, knowing what was coming.

Standing there jerking his hard cock, unashamed and so self assured. It makes me weak in the knees just watching. I couldn’t help but kiss him. Those lips of his, and the way he kisses me…mmmm pure delight.

I followed him into the bedroom. As he lay down, never missing a stroke, I joined him. I was lying on my side facing him with one hand on his chest and the other supporting my head. I leaned into him, listening to the sounds of him jerking, hearing my breath catch the more aroused I became. I kissed him again; deep, loving, hungry kisses. I needed to kiss him. It didn’t take long for my hand to find his balls; it never does. We continued like this for awhile; until I needed to be fucked.

I lay on my back and let my fingers wander to between my legs. I was dripping. I rubbed my bullet vibe over my clit for barely any time at all before I had to turn it on. It went straight to medium. I masturbated; teasing myself for a little until it was time for him to fuck me.

He teased me at first, gently pushing a little way in, making me want more. In and out with just the first couple of inches. And then he was all the way in and I was gasping for breath. I had been waiting all day to feel him inside me, to feel him fuck me.

He took it slow at first; fucking me with his whole length, listening to me gasp as he buried himself in me. He stay still, buried deep in me, my muscles contracting around his hard cock. Sucking him in, willing him deeper. And then, with no warning, he started pulling out. I cried out as he started withdrawing, surprised, sad, and even annoyed. My cunt was being emptied against my will. He pulled almost all the way out and then fucked himself back in again. I sighed with pleasure; loving the feel of his hard cock.

He continued like this; almost fully withdrawing and then fucking himself deep in me. The long, deep thrusts and the vibe on my clit were making me want to cum already. He pulled out just a little, then back in again. Fucking me deep with just a few inches of his cock. I could feel the bumps of his cock, the thickness at the base, and the pressure on my g spot. I raised my hips, fucking him back. Urging him to fuck me faster. Yes, today I definitely needed to be fucked.

He’s known me for long enough now to read my reactions and to know what I want. He started fucking me hard and deep, fully withdrawing and then plunging into me again and again. Arching my back, I turned the vibe up to high. He was deep in me when he stopped.

I clamped down on his cock as I started to fuck him. Working him in and out. It wasn’t long until he was fucking me again. Slowly and teasingly he pumped his cock in me. Making me want more. I shifted my hips, rocking with his movement and he knew what I wanted. It wasn’t long before he was plunging his hard cock deep in my cunt; making me want to cum.

He could tell I was getting close by my heavy breathing and groaning. He fucked me harder and deeper, edging me closer with each thrust. The more he fucked me, the harder I would clamp down, making him fuck me more. Until it became too much, and it felt too good.

I clamped down on his cock as I came. My body writhing with pleasure as each orgasm came and took over. I tried to get him to stop, I was too sensitive. That’s when he fucked me harder and even deeper than just a few seconds earlier. And he fucked another few orgasms from me.

I collapsed, exhausted and still spasming as the ripples went through my body.

Sugasm #158

HNT courtesy of Secrets of a Blue-Eyed Vixen.

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Wait for me on your knees.
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What DO Women Want?
“This cultural context also means that what research describes might not be how things actually are, but how the current culture is shaping them to be.”

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Thursday, February 05, 2009

Soapy HNT (Part Two)

This week's HNT follows on from last week, with more from the jerk video I made for Daddy.

I'm a little bit shy when I know someone's watching, but maybe if you click I won't realise you're looking.

Remember to check out Os and see who else participated.

Monday, February 02, 2009

Thinking about my breasts...

I was wearing a C cup bra when I started high school. By the end of grade 10 I was endowed with a D. And graduation saw me with a DD cup.

I bought bras a couple of months ago in a C cup (the same size as when I was 13 years old) and I've noticed that I now have quite a bit of room in these. Is it possible that I may be looking at a life of B cup bras?

This just blows my mind!

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Soapy HNT

Mid last year I made my first jerk video for Daddy. I took some still shots from that and used them for HNT (which can be found here, here and here). Last week I made my second jerk video for Him, and again I have taken some still shots from it that I will be using for the next few HNT's. I present to you the first:

Don't forget to visit Os to see who else got their gear off this week!
And remember there's always The Other HNT (NSFW as usual).

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday to you all!

Monday, January 26, 2009


I was yours last night. Totally and completely yours. I was hanging from every word you said. You spoke about the whore board and bringing it out again. This time talking about the variation that my masturbation will have, now that I have not one but two lovers.

Some days you will set a time limit, other times you will give me a goal of a certain number of orgasms I must achieve. Being the naughty little girl I am, I asked “But how can you be sure I’m not lying?” Your response was exactly as I had hoped. You said I was good and that you trusted me. However, you also said that you could make me film my time spent masturbating.

We spoke of you setting a low number of orgasms and me having to film it. I smiled devilishly and bravely said “But I can just turn the camera off when I’ve reached your target and continue”. I knew I was being bold. I knew I wasn’t behaving like the good little girl that I should. But I did it anyway.

You kissed me on my lips then trailed your kisses along my cheek and up to my ear. My eyes were closed; I was listening intently to the sounds of you jerking your hard cock, your staggered breath in my ear.

You broke the silence when you spoke into my ear “but you’re such a good slave”. My breath caught between my lips, had I been standing your words would have brought me to my knees. I felt that involuntary twitch; my body was in your control. My arousal dependent on what you did or said next.

It was then that I was close. Neither without undressing or any contact between my legs, had you commanded me to cum then, I believe I would have.

Do you even know the power you have over me?

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

TMI Tuesday #170

1. Have you ever dated/married purely for money?

No. Although money is necessary in the world, having money (other than a wage) is not important. I don't come from a family that's well off so it's not high on my list of priorities.

2. What is your type?

My type of what? :-) Umm, I don't know that I really have a type. The only criteria I really have is being older than me. But then that may just be a preference too.

3. What is the best sex game you have ever played?

I've never been fortunate enough to play any :-( Not dedicated sex games.

4. Have you ever given or received an orgasm from a person whose last name you did not know?


5. Have you ever masturbated in front of a sexual partner?

Oh hell yes!!! All the time! In fact, I finished filming me masturbate for him earlier this afternoon :-) Now I just have to edit it and voila!

Bonus (as in optional):At what age do you think men and women reach their sexual peak? Do you think you have hit yours yet?

I don't have enough experience to say definitively when it happens. However, I have heard that for men it's in their 20's and for women it's in their 30's. Have I hit mine yet? I don't think so. I'm bad enough as it is let alone when that time comes ;-)

If you participate, don't forget to let everyone know!

Monday, January 19, 2009

To Shave Or Not To Shave (That Was The Question)

So if you’re a regular reader of my blog you’ll know that I’m a hair friendly girl. Unshaven arm pits and unshaven legs. Early December I spoke about my conundrum: To shave or not to shave, that was the question. And so far, I haven’t told you whether I did or not. (Thank you to those of you that left comments for me, showing your support and sharing your kind words. It was very much appreciated.)

I was planning on updating at some point on this topic, but I’ve been spurred into action by a comment left by Florida Dom on my 2008 Fave HNT post asking whether I decided to shave or not.

So, did I? Simply put, yes. My aunty was coming to visit December 21st and I had already decided that I wanted to shave. And I figured, well I may as well do it before she arrives.

This was something that I seriously thought about before doing. It definitely wasn’t a situation where I woke up one morning and thought “why don’t I shave today?” I debated all the reasons in my head, the for and against of both shaving and staying natural. I spoke with Daddy about it and He said it was up to me and that He would be happy with either way I went. He also reminded me that it was just hair and that if I decided to shave and then changed my mind, it was as easy as growing it back.

I made my decision to shave, not based on anything else but what I felt and what I felt I needed. You may have read my post "I'm working on it" (if you haven’t and you would like to fully understand where I’m coming from, then go do so now. This next part will make more sense after you read it).

Okay, so you went back and read it if you hadn’t already? Good. I shaved because I wanted to. I’m changing and I’m growing as a person. And I needed a change.

Having shaved legs for the first time in almost 18months was strange. That feeling you have after you shave your legs, the sensitivity, I’ve never liked that feeling. Especially in winter when I used to go to bed, I hated feeling the sheets and blankets on my bare legs; it was just annoying to me. So that feeling was something I had to get used to again. Granted I’ve shaved in summer so that’s been a plus.

I didn’t just shave my legs though. No, I went the whole hog and shaved under my arms too. Umm…weird. I don’t know if any of you have experienced this, but I hadn’t shaved for almost a whole year. You get so used to looking at your hair (at least I did), that after I had shaved it off and lifted my arms while looking in the mirror it was an odd sight. And just sitting here thinking about the difference between having hair and not having hair, I actually miss playing with it. I’d mindlessly play with my underarm hair or touch my legs to feel it.

Okay, so what are my thoughts now? Am I still shaving or was it just a ‘fad’? I’m still shaving. In fact, I’m maintaining (feel free to gasp in shock lol). I shave my legs everyday in the shower to keep that silky smooth feel to them. A couple of times I’ve thought about leaving them go another day or two, and then I think of all the extra time I would have to spend shaving (because the hairs would be longer) and I think “Fuck that, I’ll do it now”.

Under my arms, I haven’t done in about a week. Why? Well that’s where the problems come into play. I previously mentioned that there were medical reasons that were partly why I wasn’t shaving. I had a growth under my arm a while back. It ended up at the point where I was flat out doing anything with that arm because of how sore it was. The doctor couldn’t tell me what it was and everything I used to try & get rid of it wasn’t working. I opted to have it cut out and tested. The tests came back negative…I still don’t know what it was. This however, has left me with a rather large and bumpy scar in the crease under my arm. This is what makes it so goddamn hard to shave now. I have to be extremely gentle when shaving so I don’t cut myself. As well as this, the hairs catch in the razor and pull the skin (even with new blades), which causes me to wince in pain. Shaving my legs is fine, but shaving under my arms is not a pleasant experience. I, in fact, dread it.

Mum and I were talking about my hair (or lack thereof) when I was back home. It wasn’t until she saw my scar that she really understood why I don’t like shaving under my arms. That and a bit of a chat and (I think) she realises now that it doesn’t matter if I’m hairy or not.

There’s only one other thing that I’m not liking about being shaved…perspiration. Yep, I’m sweating way more now than what I used to when I was hairy. That, I do not like at all.

So am I going to stay shaved? Yes, for the moment I am. I’m enjoying having smooth, hairless legs. And another plus is that when I go out and other people look at me, I know they’re not looking because I’m a hair-friendly girl. The inner fat girl voice says they’re looking at me, judging me, still not seeing my beauty. She soon shuts up when the inner hot girl (who is speaking up a lot more these days) says: “Fuck off; they’re looking ‘cause she’s smokin’ hot in her mini skirt. Damn girl, work those legs!”

For the moment, I’m happy working my shaved legs ;-)