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.