Lucy's Place

Update and stuff

2009-09-12T15:20:00.009+10:00

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

2009-09-12T14:57:00.005+10:00

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
1	Electrogasm	$45.00
4	Ratan Cane	$11.50
5	Trinity Silicone Butt Plug Kit	$38.00
7	Trinity Pink Waterproof Rabbit	$18.95
9	Orgasmic Vibrating Cock Ring	$8.00
10	Luv Balls	$26.00
12	The Sunset Plug	$17.99
15	Strict Leather Flogger	$165.00
17	Clit Enhance Pump Kit	$114.00
18	Vibrating Silver Bullet	$8.50
20	Vibrating Remote Control 7 speed egg	$47.95
23	Leather Blindfold with Velcro Closure	$16.50
25	Strict Leather Locking Thigh Cuffs	$76.00
30	Trinity 7 Speed Vibrating Silicon Butt Plug	$28.95
35	Delux Digital Power Box	$130.00
38	Trinity Pocket Rocket Massager	$14.00
40	Trinity Heart Throb Glass Dildo	$28.00
43	The Love Pacifier	$14.99
45	Strict Leather 4 Foot Leash	$18.00
47	Vibrating Lipstick	$26.00
50	Hitachi Magic Wand	$49.95
55	Ball Gag Training System	$15.00
58	Trinity Rosebud G Vibrator	$22.50
60	Strict Leather Punishment Strap	$37.50
62	Bondage Tape	$7.95
65	Strict Leather Studded Paddle	$48.00
69	Clit Clamp with Bell	$10.00
70	Strict Leather Low Rise Leather Collar	$48.00
75	The Love Seat	$99.95
77	Premium Bondage Rope Nylon 10ft	$12.00
78	Wartenburg Wheel	$9.50
80	The Anal Hook	$78.95
85	Tower of Pain	$88.00
90	Strict Leather Forced Orgasm Belt	$78.00
95	The Curvy Steel Dildo	$95.00
100	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!!

Sugasm One Seven Zero

2009-08-15T16:10:00.003+10:00

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?”

Perfection
“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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Daddy's proud slut

2009-08-04T09:31:00.005+10:00

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.

Differences: Now & Then

2009-07-31T09:22:00.008+10:00

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??

Damp Down Under

2009-07-15T15:45:00.008+10:00

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 ;-)

TMI Tuesday #195

2009-07-14T17:31:00.004+10:00

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.

Moments

2009-07-06T14:03:00.002+10:00

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

Naughty Lucy's Cravings

2009-06-29T15:09:00.008+10:00

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?

Winter Update

2009-06-18T10:51:00.007+10:00

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

2009-06-18T10:44:00.003+10:00

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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Three years......And counting!

2009-06-04T06:00:00.004+10:00

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

Sugasm #166

2009-05-29T10:18:00.001+10:00

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.”

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

2009-05-27T17:27:00.003+10:00

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".

Love HNT Part II

2009-05-21T08:51:00.005+10:00

*Click*

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!

Love HNT

2009-05-14T14:19:00.010+10:00

*Click*

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.

Return to HNT

2009-04-30T12:20:00.004+10:00

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.

A Happier me

2009-04-14T17:07:00.003+10:00

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.

My New Bum

2009-03-31T14:25:00.006+10:00

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.

There's no time for sleep now

2009-03-24T08:49:00.006+10:00

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 ;-)

Endless possibilities; One choice

2009-03-17T08:08:00.002+10:00

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".

My Favourite Room

2009-03-03T11:45:00.003+10:00

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.

Soapy HNT (Part IV)

2009-02-19T09:00:00.001+10:00

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!

Moonlight

2009-02-16T09:08:00.002+10:00

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.

Soapy HNT (Part III)

2009-02-12T12:32:00.008+10:00

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.

(clickity-click)

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