Lucy's Place

I want....

2010-05-14T12:22:00.011+10:00

I want passion

I want lust

I want your eyes to linger when you look at me

I want your heart to beat faster as you think of me

I want to give you butterflies as your thoughts jumble and your legs give way beneath you

I want you to be distracted by the thought of me, at the most inappropriate of times

I want you to imagine and fantacise about all the things you want to do to me

I want you to want me

Questions Questions Questions

2010-05-03T15:17:00.006+10:00

These questions were asked of me by Thursday's Child some time ago, and now I'm finally answering them :-)

What sorts of new experiences are you wanting to try over the next year that you've never tried before?

I’ll be honest; this is the most difficult question to answer. I’m not someone who specifically sets out certain things or experiences I want to do, at least not in the short term. So my best answer for this comes in two parts: a) reaching my goal weight and experiencing what that feels like; and b) getting my clit hood pierced. Both of these I’m planning on having done/completed by the end of this year. It’s been over two and a half years since I’ve had anything pierced (my nipples) and I’m getting that need/itch again, so I’ve decided that this year it is :-) I would like to also get my inner labia pierced at some point, and have been contemplating that for this year as well, but we’ll see.

What are five achievements that you are especially proud of?

Graduating from High school

Being accepted into University

Changing my life to improve my health, and losing the weight that I have (and I’ll be even more proud when I reach my goal weight)

Caring for a very close relative of mine when they were terminally ill. Although not an achievement as such, it’s an experience that has forever changed the person I am and I’m proud to have done what I did.

And because I’ve spent enough time between when I was asked these questions to actually posting the answers, and I can’t think of a fifth, I’m going to leave it at four.

What do you wear to bed? Is it different from what you actually sleep in?

After I shower I feel relaxed and like to keep it that way. I’ll answer this in two parts: summer and winter.

During the warmer months, I wear as little as possible. Most likely it’s a t-shirt or singlet, generally without anything underneath. As for the bottom half, it depends a lot on what mood I’m in. Sometimes it’s just knickers, while other nights it’s either shorts or a skirt (more often than not, it’s without knickers). As for what I sleep in: knickers only. I’ve grown accustomed to sleeping topless and on the rare occasions that I don’t, I’ll most likely be wearing a hugging singlet because I don’t like too much movement with my clothes as I move a lot while sleeping.

During the cooler months I wear what keeps me warm, which is generally my flannel pj’s without anything underneath. I’m not a big fan of having my feet covered, so unless I really have to I don’t put socks or slippers on. As for what I actually sleep in, it’s not all that different from when it’s warmer. With standard blankets and an electric blanket as another option, I’ll always opt for purely just my knickers, or nothing. On very, very rare occasions I’ll wear socks to bed. However, I can pretty much guarantee that by morning they won’t be on my feet.

Where are five places in the world that you want to visit before you die?

Egypt: I would love to see the pyramids up close and not just on TV.

USA: And if I make it there, I must go to Dolly Parton’s Theme Park.

Europe: in winter to see the beautiful countryside and snow.

Ireland: some of my ancestors were from here.

England: specifically London.

What was the last really bad movie you saw?

This was an easy question to answer, if not the easiest. District 9. We hired it on DVD and I left Him to watch it by Himself. Very rarely will I start watching a movie and refuse to continue to the end. Even if I’m not particularly enjoying it, I’m generally curious enough to watch just to see how everything all plays out. With this one though, I just couldn’t. I wasn’t curious enough (and didn’t care) because it didn’t spark my interest. Surprisingly though, it was a movie that I was looking forward to seeing. I thought I would like it, but just didn’t.

Even though this isn’t part of the question, I thought I would share some of the movies that I’ve seen recently that I really enjoyed: The Lovely Bones, Hot Tub Time Machine, Kiss Ass, and Charlie & Boots (these aren't in best to worst order, just random).

HNT - Confidence

2010-01-28T14:57:00.003+10:00

After losing 32kg (70.5lbs), I finally feel sexy naked and confident enough in how I look to share this picture (which bares much more of me than I have shown previously). Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday!

Check out who else participated in HNT this week.

* The only alteration I have made to this photo is removing identifying marks in order to protect my anonymity.

Ch...Ch...Ch...Changes

2010-01-27T14:03:00.006+10:00

I have been working on this post for months now, but haven’t been satisfied enough with what I’ve written to publish it. My mind races with a million different thoughts that lead me down a million different paths, and that’s just one reason why this is so difficult. It’s hard to share what’s going on, when I’m still adjusting to it and working it out for myself.

It has been almost two years since I became sick and started losing weight. Almost two years that have been full of tears, determination, fears, sweat, uncertainty, self-doubt, pain, joy, happiness, adjustment and so much more. I am not the same person I was then. I couldn’t be with all the changes and everything that has happened.

As I write this, my total weight loss is 32kg (70.5lbs). I’ve lost 5 dress sizes and goodness only knows how many inches. These aren’t the only things I’ve lost; I’ve also lost my self-identity, self-consciousness, countless outfits that I adored and many other things. However, there are many things that I have gained over this time as well. A new self-identity, self-confidence that I have never known before, the freedom to walk into any clothing store and not having to worry about whether anything will fit me, and last but not least my health and knowing that I’ve added many more years to my life.

There are not enough words or enough space on my blog to explain all the ways I’ve changed (and no doubt you would be bored if I listed them all). However, I can share with you what all this has done for me. As clichéd as it sounds, this has been a big, long, eye-opening and extremely personal journey. I’ve done a lot of soul searching, a lot of thinking, and a mass of writing during this time. I’ve learnt and realised so much more about myself that I thought I would, and I’m better for it. I know myself, my emotions (and the reasons behind these) better than I ever have before. I believe I am a better me for going through this, because I have discovered the real and true me. I’m still adjusting to everything and probably will be for some time to come. After all, I haven’t reached my goal weight yet, but I am close.

Putting aside the obvious health benefits, the best part of this journey is how I now feel about myself. I never thought that I would be satisfied or content with being me. And many years ago I gave up on being the person I wanted to be. I had (grudgingly) accepted that I would always be fat and that that was just something I had to live with. How I feel about myself now, is something I only ever dreamed about, but never thought I would actually experience. For the very first time in my life, I can honestly say that I am truly happy with being who I am, with being me.

I am not perfect now that I’ve lost weight, and I never will be (but perfection is not my goal). I still have lessons to learn, and improvements to make and that’s okay. Just like it’s okay that there are physical aspects to my body that I would like to improve. However, if (for whatever reason) my body had to say the way it is right now, I would be content, I would be satisfied, but most of all I would be happy. I would be lying if I said that I found this easy. I haven’t. But to come out at the other end of this, knowing I’m a better (and healthier) version of me, is and has been worth it.

And it’s such a great feeling to finally feel sexy naked.

Opportunity

2010-01-06T07:43:00.007+10:00

She was waiting for the holidays; looking forward to all the naughty fun they could have together. And then He got sick. Every day she would wake up with an ache between her legs, hoping that today was the day He would be feeling much better. However, each new day found Him just as sick as the one before.

Two weeks later and He’s still sick. It’s after dinner and she knows He’s not feeling well enough for what she wants to be doing. With Him busy watching tv, she takes this opportunity and quietly exits to the bedroom. Straight away she proceeds to her bedside drawer, the one that keeps her toys, her lovers. Her whole body tingles thinking about her lover’s cock, but tonight there is no time. She reaches in and retrieves her baby blue waterproof vibe. As quickly as it’s retrieved, the old batteries are replaced by new ones and she makes her way into the bathroom.

She undresses quickly, almost ripping her clothes off. The hot water is turned onto high, steaming up the glass. In one swift movement she sinks down; her back against the wall and legs splayed open. Her hand dives down to find her clit erect and begging for attention. With limited time, it’s only a matter of seconds before she places the vibe on her clit and turns it on. She masturbates as His words replay in her mind. The promise of Him taking her arse again, of making it a regular priority.

She soaps up her other hand and plays with a nipple, allowing a soft sigh to escape her lips. She increases the speed of the vibe as she rests more of her weight against the wall. She’s getting closer, thinking about having His cock in her arse again. Conscious of the time that has passed she wonders if He’s going to come looking for her soon. The thought of Him catching her masturbating is a fantasy that has made her gush on countless occasions. Tonight will be no different. Her toes curl under as she cums, hoping He’s going to walk in at that very moment and catch her.

My 200th Post!

2009-11-11T13:38:00.008+10:00

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 (his.lucy@gmail.com) 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

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

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

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

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

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

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

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)

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

Needing Him

2009-02-07T13:12:00.001+10:00

*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

2009-02-07T04:23:00.000+10:00

HNT courtesy of Secrets of a Blue-Eyed Vixen.

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 #159? Submit a link to your best post of the week by emailing me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Sealing the Deal
“A hand reached down and grabbed my chin firmly, pulling it up to get a look at my face.”

Wait for me on your knees.
“She’s not scared or wincing but open and accepting, drinking in the sensation.”

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.”

Sugasm Editor
Sex Work And Honesty: Political Opinions

Editor’s Choice
Like Rube Goldberg

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

Soapy HNT (Part Two)

2009-02-05T10:00:00.000+10:00

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.

Thinking about my breasts...

2009-02-02T18:11:00.004+10:00

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!

Soapy HNT

2009-01-29T11:15:00.006+10:00

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!

Yours

2009-01-26T20:07:00.004+10:00

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?

TMI Tuesday #170

2009-01-20T16:05:00.004+10:00

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?

No.

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!

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

2009-01-19T18:24:00.005+10:00

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 21^st 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 ;-)

I'm working on it

2009-01-12T15:30:00.001+10:00

I have changed.

My thoughts have changed.

More specifically, my thoughts about myself have changed.

I am no longer afraid to look in the mirror. I am no longer afraid to catch a glimpse of myself in a store window. I don’t shy away from looking at myself. In fact, I take great advantage of our bathroom mirror while washing my hands after a visit to the loo, or when I’m getting dressed. And I’m not ashamed to admit that in that way, I’m a little vain :-)

How I look at and think about myself now is how I always believed I should, but never did. I was the fat kid growing up. I was the fat best friend of the most popular girl in school. I look back on photos of me as a kid and although I don’t cringe, one of the first things I take note of is my weight. And it’s not just childhood photos.

Prime example: The first year I got a job (18yrs) was the first year I didn’t have to borrow money to buy anyone Christmas presents. Boy, was that an achievement. I wanted something special, something meaningful, and something that would be remembered for awhile to come. I decided I wanted to get some professional photos taken of me. I organised it all, including getting my best friend to take me and stay/help throughout, because I didn’t have my licence yet (let alone my own car). She was even nice enough later to come pick me up and come over with me to decide which ones I wanted to buy for the family. I was so organised that when I paid for it, I had a grand total of $5 left in my account (okay, so I was on my way to really being organised, but at least I didn’t have to ask my friend for money).

Anyway, I’m getting off track. They were a hit Christmas Day and they all loved their presents (each of them received a different photo I’d picked out especially). Two of these photos are still hanging on the wall at mum’s. Which leads me to why I started this (longer-than expected) example. I noticed them on the wall when I was back home for Christmas a couple of weeks ago. I took one look and screwed my nose up “Eww….fat photos!” I cringed. I wasn’t my heaviest when those photos were taken (just over 4 years ago), but they’re still fat photos to me. (Interestingly enough, the one I gave mum, which she keeps in her bedroom, was/is my favourite from all the photos taken. This one photo I don’t see and think I’m fat, nor do I cringe. Nope, not with this one. I look at it and all I do is smile and think ‘I really am beautiful’. It is one of those few photos taken over my life that I love to my core).

Okay, so I still have what I call fat photos. I still look at them and cringe. But it is my hope that one day I can look at these and not. That one day I’ll see them and I won’t hate the person looking back at me. I still have fat photos because I still hate myself for allowing my weight to get where it was. I still hate myself for allowing my health to get to the point it was.

I’m learning to love myself, and I think I do a little better each day. That portion of me that loathes how easy it was to be in denial about such an important problem, is shrinking. Just as that portion of me that loves how much I’ve taken control of this problem, is expanding.

I’m working on it. I’m working on treating myself better, and being a better me.

Mini goals of 2008

2009-01-06T07:56:00.003+10:00

There have been certain points during my weight loss that I consider to be mini goals. These are personal goals. But these are different from my goals of weighing a certain amount. I’m sure there are some that I’m not even aware of, but these are the ones I am.

- Fitting into a pair of denim shorts that I couldn’t wear because they were too tight (even better that when I thought to try them on, they didn’t just fit, they were considerably loose).

- Fitting into a funky & long denim skirt that had long since been too small because of my chunky thighs. After wearing it for the last time (comfortably) about 6 or 7 years ago, managing to get it over my thighs was more than a joyous occasion.

- Trying on a very nice top of mine that I hadn’t even worn in public, and realising I was swimming in it. This was a sad moment for me.

- Trying on yet another top (night-wear, black & flow-y with rhinestones and cleavage friendly) and desperately realising that never again would I wear this top I loved so much. A top that I couldn’t salvage by taking it in because it was just too damn big on me. This was more of a loss than the previous one. Seriously, it’s hot, and I can’t wear it any more! It’s still hanging in my wardrobe. As is the one previously mentioned.

- Buying a denim mini skirt (or a mini-skirt of any sort for that matter) that fit me and I looked good in. This is my favourite piece of clothing.

- Pulling up at a set of lights and looking down at my feet, noticing how much smaller my thighs were.

- Going back home for Christmas and trying on my semi-formal dresses (15yrs) and my formal (prom) outfit (17yrs) (top and skirt) was another one of these moments. My first semi-formal dress (with tags still attached) I slipped on, looked in the mirror and just beamed. It’s not the nicest of dresses, but this was the one I first chose and then went with another because a) it was a nicer colour and b) it hid my fat better. I looked at the size tag and my jaw dropped in shock. “Was I really that big at 15?” A smile for where I am today, and an ache in my heart for where I was then. A smile for the person I am today, and that ache for who I was then.

- My second semi-formal dress, although as nice as the day I bought it, I was disappointed that it hid my shape. (Yeah go figure, back then it did just what I wanted it to, now…not so much). Although maybe this one I could get taken in.

- My formal outfit was next. It wasn’t until I got my professional photo’s back after formal that I realised (but stuck my head in the sand about) how unflattering it made me look. The photos were taken and my top had bunched up under my boobs, and as any big girl knows, this is not a flattering look. My mum even said (when she first saw the photos) “Oh he (the photographer) should have noticed that and told you to fix it up”. (I love my mum, and I never took this as an insult or anything like that, I still don’t. I understand wholly what she meant when she said it). I buried my head in the sand thinking “yeah he should have” while looking at every other part of the photo and then looking away. “If it wasn’t for that part, I’d look beautiful” was my line of thinking. Anyway, 5yrs down the track, I look at the size tag, surprised it’s the same size I am now (even though I’m 7kg lighter now) and I try it on. The first thing I look at is my boobs. “Holy shit have they shrunk!” (smiles) Next my torso area. “Hang on, it’s loose around there. I distinctly remember having to hold my stomach muscles in when I sat down, but now I don’t have to”. Next was how pretty it was, well it still is. Only been worn once. It really is a lovely outfit. Pretty mauve colour, chiffon on the outside. Ahh…the memories :-)

- And that brings me to my latest mini goal. Tonight I was in the bathroom getting changed when I looked in the mirror at my torso. “No fucking way! There is no fucking way! I must be seeing things. I have to be!” Switch on the light. Fluorescent public changing room light, my long-time foe, we meet again. I looked closer, hoping and wishing that I wasn’t just seeing things; and for once my enemy would do me good not harm. For tonight, I, for the first time ever (that I can remember) have a torso line! (Can I hear the applause?) I. Have. A. Torso. Line. I (casually) raced out to the lounge room where he was watching TV and stood there until he looked at me (not that long, thank goodness) and said “Check this out!” as I pointed and explained. He looked, smiled and congratulated me. He didn’t say it, but I’m pretty sure I could see pride in his eyes.

2008 Fave HNT

2009-01-01T13:56:00.006+10:00

I'm relatively new to HNT as I only started May this year, but I've really enjoyed it so far. And I'm looking forward to more HNT's this year (especially now that we have a new aka better camera!)

Okay, so Daddy and I chose the same picture as our favourite of the year.

I still stand by what I said in October. The original photo I imitated was beautiful. And thinking about this photo, the more I think that I should re-create this photo this coming year when more of my weight loss goals are reached along the way.

Daddy and I wish you all the best for 2009. My readers, those of you I don't really know, I look forward to learning more about you from comments and/or emails to me. And for those of you I do know, I can't wait to hear more of your dirty & kinky little secrets! ;-)

Have a good one xox

Christmas Cheer

2008-12-28T09:12:00.004+10:00

Merry Christmas to you all!

Well I'm back after spending a few days with my family in the town where I grew up. Unfortunately Mum was (and still is) sick, so that put a bit of a damper on it. But all in all, I had a really good time. This year I was more excited about giving out presents than getting any of my own (as was shown by me being the last to open presents). I bought Him a digital camera (which was needed), and a couple of seasons of House on dvd. The complete set of M.A.S.H on dvd was a present for a family member (from all of us) and my mum got some lovely Italian drinking glasses that she was after, as well as many other things.

And what did I get? Chocolates, Singstar game and many other things, but the best present I received this year (and the least expected)....an iPod Touch (16GB). Talk about shocked! I first saw the ad on tv one night and just said "that's so cool" (with much enthusiasm). I've been obsessed ever since I got it 3days ago. And I couldn't wait to come home so I could connect it all up and download some awesome apps. I'm even using it now as I type this :-)

Here's a pic I took on my iPod from an application (Spawn Illuminati):

I LOVE this application!

So what else happened? Christmas dinner was yum yum yum! Roast chicken, pork, turkey, vegies, yummy potato bake (made by me), and so much I can't even recall at the moment. It was hot back home, so most of the time was spent hibernating in the air conditioned area of the house, which wasn't all that bad, just bad when you had to go outside of the two rooms for something. We took with us a board game we bought awhile ago. Spy Alley was so much more fun to play with more than two people. And I even won a game...guessed all of their secret identities! Yay for me.

Umm, I didn't get a chance to post my Christmas HNT, so I'm going to do something a little different. Rather than name three specific people to give something to, I'm going to state what I'd give all my readers (if I could).

These are loved and adored here in Australia. They are the yummiest biscuits ever. And who can turn down a chocolate-covered biscuit? Especially when it's double coated! So anyway, my Christmas Gift for you all is an endless supply of Tim Tam's.

So, with that, I wish you all the very best for this festive season. Enjoy the holidays and the time spent with loved ones.

Sugasm #155

2008-12-28T09:10:00.002+10:00

HNT courtesy of Northern lights and sleepless nights.

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 #156? Submit a link to your best post of the week by emailing me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
I’m kind of … insatiable.
“She’s gasping already. Each breath a moan, each touch connected to the noises she makes.”

The most spankable day of the year
“And for spankos, they are a high holy day to be approached with all the reverence and gaiety of a Pagan-cum Christian holiday.”

Private club
“It’s that kind of club - the kind you have to know about, the kind that doesn’t even have a name.”

Sugasm Editor
Sex Work And Honesty: Being Childfree

Editor’s Choice
I Wonder

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

What Santa Sees Through My Window....

2008-12-19T00:04:00.007+10:00

Clickity-Click!!

Merry Christmas / Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!
Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday!

Don't forget to check out Os and see who else has participated this week. And check out the themes for the coming 2 week's.

Ps - Check out my friend's HNT for this week.

Can't you just love me for who I am?

2008-12-05T09:53:00.003+10:00

It’s been almost 12months since I last shaved under my arms. (I don’t have worse b.o. now than when I was shaving regularly, it hasn’t really changed. Just in case you were wondering.) But I’m deciding whether it’s time to shave again. I don’t want to, but there’s a couple of factors that are making me think about it.

First off, I’m going back and spending Christmas with my family this year. And Christmas lunch, usually low key, with just a few people, is now being spent with extended family (20 or so people). It’s a (very) hot climate where I’ll be on the day, and to be honest, wearing a shirt with sleeves (to hide my hair) will be a rather uncomfortable option.

Now, some of you are probably thinking things along the lines of:
What’s the big deal, you’re comfortable with your hair, so why shave? or
It’s not their body, you’re only seeing them for a little amount of time and then leaving, so they can just deal with it. Etc.

See, the thing is, it’s not as simple as that. As much as I wish it was, it just isn’t. Last time my mum came to visit me, she was surprised and shocked that I still hadn’t shaved my legs (it’s been 17months since I shaved them). And comments were made. She hadn’t seen under my arms, so for the 3days and two nights that she was here, I was doing all I could to wear tops that hid my hair. On the day she was leaving (not even 2hours before), I got a bit lapse, lifted my arm up too high, at the wrong angle and she saw. The expression on her face said it all. Complete horror, shock, disbelief, disgust. Whatever, however you want to classify it; it was immediately obvious that this was something she wasn’t really ok with.

In the past, when I was living at home, there were medical reasons* why I couldn’t shave my legs. This she accepted. She also accepted the fact that I couldn’t see in the shower well enough without my glasses to do a half decent job. The other night, I’m on the phone with her and the subject comes up. “You’ve got contacts now; you can see to do them. And what about under your arms?”. “Yes, but I’m still having problems* when I do shave”. (Not totally true, but since I’ve stopped shaving the problems have gone away).

This is something I’m quite sensitive about. When this was brought up, I was just sick of it being an issue for her, when it’s not with me. Okay, body hair isn’t accepted here on women (or in many other places for that matter), but fuck it, if I want to not shave, then I don’t fucking have to! I got quite stirred up when it was brought up. She even said “Don’t you think he wants you to shave?” to which my reply was “If he wants me to, he’ll tell me”. Then she started saying that she’ll just have to start calling me a hippie. This, just rubbed me the wrong way. My response was “And what if I don’t want to shave my legs? Can’t you just accept that this is me?” You could hear the disappointment in her sigh.

So this is where I am. Going home to spend a few days of the holidays with the family, knowing that this will be an issue. Knowing that something or many things will be said to me. And I just don’t feel like defending myself. And why the fuck should I? I’m happy with how I am, he’s happy with how I am. But then I think “fuck it. It’s just going to be easier to shave and not have these hassles”. Problem is, the more I think about it, the more attached I’ve become. And it’s also a matter of principle. I don’t see you all that often, so in the grand scheme of things, why should you care? Can’t you just still love me, ~~warts~~ hair and all? I had decided to shave for Christmas, and I even told him that I would. His reaction “why?”

And I’m visiting other family members tomorrow most of whom haven’t seen me in two and a half years, and I thought, “Well if I’m going to shave for Christmas, I should just get it over and done with and do it now, before I go and visit them”. Again, the more I think about it, the more I am against it.

I don’t want to shave to please other people, and I don’t have to; that’s my choice. But on the same token, I don’t want to be questioned about it either. I want to be strong and just say “fuck it. This is who I am. Like it or lump it.” But I don’t know if I am that strong.

Right now as I write this, I think I am strong enough to stand by my decision and have that attitude. But who knows, I’ve still got 24 hours until I leave to visit the family tomorrow, and 17 days until I go home for Christmas. I’ll probably swing back and forth between “yes, just do it” and “no, fuck ‘em” between now and then.

I’m attached to my hair. I’m a hair friendly woman. And I’m proud of that. Okay, so it may not be for everyone, but does anyone else really have a right to question me?

Leave of Absence

2008-11-04T16:11:00.006+10:00

I'm taking a break from blogging for a little while. There's some major things going on in my life that need my full attention. I don't know how long I'll be gone for, but this is something that I need to do.

I'll still be checking in on what you're all up to, but I may just be lurking, rather than commenting.

Until next time,
Lucy

Sugasm #151

2008-10-31T06:51:00.001+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 #152? Submit a link to your best post of the week by emailing me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Help, My Friend Says I Have an Ugly Vagina!
“Say no to vagina prejudice!”

“Kiss My Boots.”
“One of the more unexpected hairpin turns I navigated in my “Coming Out” into BDSM involved a series of moments that were deceptively simple, perhaps even innocent, in a way.”

Yours, Sir
“I felt and then heard a low rumble of a slightly sadistic chuckle from him.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
Sass And The Sadist

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
The Crying Game
Cute animals don’t belong in my pussy
HNT - Shaking that Arse
Searching for something as yet unknown
Shame on you, part 2 [podcasturbation]

Sex & Politics
But People Don’t See My Fetish As Sexy! How Do I Write About It?
Red is the New Black

BDSM & Fetish
BDSM, S&M and Sex And The City
Girl On Top
Got to Love Subby Friends
“He Calls me”SLUT”" ~I call him MASTER!
I know you
My Muse-15th entry
A Quiet Night In
Sweet VS Saucy
That’s a great way to spend an afternoon

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
HNT Lucky Heather 3
HNT: Shut me up…
Half-Nekkid Queyntes
New York Leather Weekend - Sunday
Sublime Nudes

Sex News, Reviews, & Interviews
A Cocktease Session with a Leg Harness and Dildo
FAQs on Jefferson’s Custody Case
Recession Sex Toys
Top Five Tuesday - Bisexual Movies
VibeReview Fantasy: Bendybeads

Sex Work
Humiliation with a Tiny-dicklet Caller
Sex Work And Compassion: I Show No Compassion

Erotic Writing and Experiences
14 Days, 14 Girls Part 4: Kim
Duties of The Admired Fuck
First Day on the Job
The First Squirt
Intoxication
Let me introduce you to my special talent….
Neighbor’s Hot Tub
Possession
Privacy Please
Rebel in the Wild
A Return to Form
Seductive Sin
She can take more.
Someplace I’ve never been, part 3
Stripper Academy
Thrill In The Woods - Chapter 2
Wanting to Be Wanted
Wet Spots

7 Shared Facts

2008-10-22T21:21:00.007+10:00

The lovely Coy Pink tagged me and being the good sport that I am, I'm playing along. (I actually found it quite fun!)

Here are the rules:

* Link to your tagger and list these rules on your blog.
* Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog - some random, some weird.
* Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blog.
* Let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

1) I love axolotl's. I think they look awesome & cute (especially when they yawn).

2) I own my own bowling ball and 3 bowling pins. I hope to one day have 10 so I can play in my back yard.

3) I am overly protective of my cheese. Ask me to cut you a piece when I'm cutting one for myself, DO NOT expect me to share. I LOVE my cheese.

4) When it comes to creepy crawlies in the house, I'm that typical woman who shrieks and jumps onto the nearest piece of furniture (anywhere up). This is worse if it is a spider or a cockroach.

5) I'm extremely ticklish (more than anyone you've ever met, I'm sure). I'm tickled on a daily basis. I am so sensitive that Daddy finds it terribly amusing to continue tickling me on the pretense of trying to find a spot that isn't ticklish. I am an endless supply of fun for Him. (He just tickled me as I was typing that).

6)I love refrigerated water!! From goodness-knows-how long ago (very young) we've always had at least 1 bottle of cold water in the fridge at all times. Still do now in fact.

7) Daddy says I do the worse impersonation of a cannibal; but I'm cute when I do them.

I'm not going to tag anyone, so I'm breaking the rules. So be it, most of you have done it already, if you haven't, consider this your tag. And let me know you're doing it....I wanna hear a bit more about you!

Catchya's
Lucy

Another step HNT

2008-10-16T13:39:00.003+10:00

I saw a beautiful picture once of a pretty lady. She was sitting just as I am and she was naked, but all her 'naughty' bits were covered; the picture had taste. It was beautiful and I was drawn to it. Ever since then, I've wanted to re-create the picture, except with me in it. Now that I'm happy with my body, more so than ever before, I decided to take this picture of me.

It is just one of many significant steps that I have taken and will take on my journey. Enjoy!

And don't forget to check out Os @ and you can see who else has participated too! Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday to you all!

Let me introduce you to my special talent....

2008-10-14T14:14:00.003+10:00

Daddy has indulged me and spoiled me over the past few days. I’ve found something that I’m very fond of, and Daddy has allowed me to do it. In fact, He’s been making me do it. It’s no secret that I love to watch Him masturbate and help Him when He wants it. But all this has been taken to a new level.

Every one has their (sexual) ‘thing’. That one talent that you know no matter what else happens, that’s going to be your ‘thing’. You’re great at it, and you love it. I’ve never had a thing, until now. Sure, I liked doing stuff, but there was never one specific sexual act that I loved and knew I was great at. Now, however, this has changed.

With Daddy’s help, I have to come to realise that my ‘thing’ is sucking balls. I really enjoy sucking cock, but present me with a pair of balls that need some attention and I’m all yours. I’ll gladly spend hours down there and you’ll know when I’m really getting into it.

In the past three days, I’ve spent god-only-knows how long between His legs, teasing Him, tasting Him and making Him cum. Yesterday, I did all that I could to try and distract myself from thinking about sucking and licking His balls as He jerked. I was obsessed. I still am. As I sit here and write this, I’m wet just thinking about it. I want Him to come home and tell me that we’re not having sex tonight; that He’s not even going to use me; instead He wants me to get between His legs and give all my attention to His balls.

I honestly couldn’t stop thinking about it yesterday, and I wanted Him to know how much I wanted it again. He received this text message from me yesterday afternoon while in a work meeting:

“I need a repeat performance tonight handsome. I want to watch you jerk and then get you off with my tongue. Sound good? ;-)”

Daddy indulged me after dinner. He was at His computer, and I was sitting on the floor as I usually do, watching Him jerk. I’ve always waited until He’s told me He wants me to help, but the more I’ve been doing it, the more difficult it has become to just watch. Especially when He makes me get so close I can smell His arousal. It’s just way too tempting. But I’m a good girl, and I wait (as hard as it might be).

A little while after I’d finished helping Daddy, I moved into the bedroom. I needed to masturbate. I needed to use my dildo and I needed to cum. He followed and surprisingly, not long after I started, He joined in. I was naked, lying on my back, legs spread diddling my clit. He was to the right of me sitting up with His legs spread so I could get a good view of Him jerking. I had my hand resting on His thigh, but not for long when He moved it. My hand was now sandwiched between the bed and His balls. I’m a smart girl; I took the hint and started playing with Daddy’s balls. We stayed like that for awhile; although I did get distracted enough to stop masturbating, I did start again though, this time with my dildo. Watching Him is truly mesmerising. I think at one point I even asked if I could climb between His legs; I at least told Him how much I wanted to.

He didn’t indulge my urges then, however it wasn’t long before He was moving and straddling my upper body, His balls hanging above me. What a beautiful sight that is. But as lovely as it was watching Him from this angle, I knew what He wanted me to do, and I couldn’t resist. I lifted my head up and started licking His balls, tasting Him, and teasing Him. I was fucking myself harder as I continued to slurp and lick. The temptation was too much; I just had to suck on His balls.

And suck I did. I used my tongue, suction and moved my head, just as if I were sucking on His cock. And as I continued, I fucked myself harder. He pushed His weight down onto me more, allowing me less room to move, forcing me to suck Him. My nose was against His flesh and His ball in my mouth. One hand was on my clit and the other was controlling my dildo.

He moved slightly so He could see me fucking myself better. I know He said something to me about how good it felt or how hard my lover (that’s what He calls my dildo) was fucking me, but I can’t remember now. As I think back, all I can remember is how wonderful it all felt. How I never wanted it to end and how much I ~~wanted~~ needed to do this every time.

He was jerking, looking down at me as I sucked on His balls. I tried to keep eye contact as much as possible; Daddy says I look like the true slut I am when I’m looking up at Him with His balls in my mouth. He also says that this is what I was born to do. It didn’t take long before it all got too much for me. My lover was fucking me hard and deep, and with my mouth on Daddy’s balls, I was being pushed over the edge.

I fucked myself harder, pounded my lover into me and in a matter of seconds I was cumming. I was cumming from sucking on Daddy’s balls and fucking myself at the same time. I was a good girl, I didn’t let go of His balls. Although for a few seconds I may have been temporarily distracted, I kept up the pace and rhythm. He let me continue for a little bit while I kept having orgasms, and then He pulled away. Kneeling above He jerked His hard cock, as I fumbled to get my bullet vibe on my clit.

Before long Daddy was jerking His cock faster; He was a man on a mission. For all my enthusiasm and effort, I was rewarded with Daddy’s cum on my stomach and as I came again.

But what made me feel the best last night? Sucking His balls? Watching Him jerk? My orgasms? No, none of these. I felt the best when He told me that I am the best He’s ever had.

I am one lucky girl who is very much in love.

And now I’ve found my ‘thing’. What’s yours?

Anniversary Part Two

2008-10-13T12:03:00.004+10:00

Part One can be found here if you haven't already read it.

I placed a soft blanket over the table so it was a bit more comfortable to lean on. I faced away from Him and bent at the waist, my body resting on the coffee table, my derrière pushed back, awaiting Daddy to take me.

He slid His hard cock up and down my slit for the briefest of moments before entering me. He pushed in hard, grabbed my hips and started using me. I moaned deeply as I felt His cock in me. He didn’t talk to me, and I didn’t say a word. He used my cunt for His pleasure, I was His masturbation toy. He continued to use me, masturbating Himself in me, while watching the woman on the TV. I could hear His breathing, His moaning, I could feel how hard He was. As He started to pound into me harder, He leaned over and whispered in my ear “Poor little girl doesn’t even get an anniversary fuck tonight, does she?” My cunt tightened, I inhaled sharply and barely managed to say “No Daddy”. “No, instead you’re my masturbation toy and tonight I’m going to use your cunt to get me off”.

I cannot begin to explain what this does to me. Knowing I’m only an aid to His pleasure and that His entire focus is on Himself and His own pleasure. I wanted it to feel the best it could for Him and that is my job. I started moving my hips back and forth, clenching my cunt muscles, providing Him with a reason to stop and just enjoy the sensations. I was not fucking Him; I was simply making His masturbation better. I moved my hips back and forth, forcing His cock into me deeper and deeper. I was groaning, loving that He wasn’t even thinking about me. There were no romantic thoughts running through His head, He was completely focussed on His masturbation. He had a living, breathing, working toy that was doing her best to make this feel the best for Him.

He started using me again, thrusting His hard cock into my sloppy cunt. Using my hole to get Himself off. I pushed back hard and clenched my muscles as He used my cunt. I lifted up off the table a bit and reached around with my left arm to touch Him, “Please lean over me” I asked in my timid little girl voice. Daddy was nice. He leant over me, His weight on me as He continued to thrust in and out of my cunt. Watching the woman on TV masturbate, using my hole for His pleasure, He stayed leaning on me for a little while. It was all too much for Him; He lifted His weight off me, grabbed my hips and pumped His cock in me. In and out, He went harder and faster with each thrust. I sensed He was getting close; I pushed back against His pounding cock. I squeezed my cunt muscles for all I worth. His good little girl was rewarded with the sound of moans and groans as He pumped His hard cock. He leant over me, His weight pressing down on my body as one last, hard thrust pushed Him over the edge and I was full of Daddy’s cum. We stayed like that for a little while, resting on the coffee table, trying to catch his breath while His cock throbbed inside me. Daddy got up to clean up, and I stood up I was rewarded with cum soaked thighs. I was contented, but not satisfied. For now it was my turn.

I moved to the bedroom, placed a towel on the bed and lay down with my bullet vibe. I jumped straight into it. After playing earlier, watching Him jerk and then having Him use me, I wanted to cum; I had to cum. I wasted no time on warming up; I turned the bullet vibe on to almost high speed and placed it on my clit. It was electric. Daddy helped by squeezing my thighs and playing with my nipples. He could tell I was getting closer so He moved His attention to my neck and ears. His hands stroked and played with my ears, as He licked, sucked and bit my neck.

I lapped up the attention; the painful but pleasurable attention. It wasn’t long before He was biting and sucking on my neck with so much force that I couldn’t hold back any more. Biting my neck really does push me over the edge. With the vibe on my clit on high and Him biting and sucking my neck, I couldn’t resist. “Cum for me” he demanded and my body responded. I moaned and groaned as orgasm after orgasm came; with more coming the harder He bit me.

I awoke the next morning with at least one painful love bite and a multitude of sore spots. Sore spots that still hurt as I write this.

Anniversary Part One

2008-10-11T13:48:00.002+10:00

Yesterday was our 6 year anniversary. We were originally planning to have lunch together, but He didn’t think that would be possible with His work load. As it happened, He had a really sore back and ended up taking the day off. Even better than lunch! I got to spend the day with Him :-) We had quiet day most of the day, and it was raining. Our dinner plans went out the window when we realised the rain wasn’t going away and how cold it was outside. It wasn’t exactly lovely weather for a romantic anniversary dinner. But that’s okay, we decided a night in with a movie and other things would suffice. I managed to get Him to watch a chick flick! (Gasp) “Then she found me” with Colin Firth, Helen Hunt, Bette Midler, & Matthew Broderick. It was good. There were funny bits, serious bits, romantic bits, angry bits etc. And even He had to admit that it was better than He expected.

We ate dinner and watched the movie and then Daddy decided it was time for some fun. He set up the lounge room: towels on the recliners, lube handy (excuse the unintentional pun), coffee table cleared (I wasn’t sure why, but I sure found out ;-) ), and x-rated DVD in player. We were all set. As I was finishing my smoke He said “When you’re finished that, you can go and get your toys”. Being the good girl that I am, I did as I was told. I came back, “And you can take your pants off and get that bullet vibe on your clit for me”. I sat on a towel covered pillow in front of the recliner leaning against it as He sat on the other one to my left. He chose the vibe setting….strong enough that I definitely could have cum had I not behaved. He was jerking, but His leg was in the way, I couldn’t see. I wanted to watch Him. My mouth went dry, my cunt ached and my clit throbbed just at the thought of seeing Him jerk again. *sigh*

We alternated between watching the DVD while playing, and speaking to one another. I was informed that yes, I would be lucky enough to get an anniversary fuck later, but for the moment, He wanted to feel His hand jerking His hard cock. We continued watching the DVD while masturbating and I asked Him if I could watch. “No, not for the moment”, I was told. I could have sulked, given that I wanted to watch Him so badly, but I refrained. I knew I would get my chance, just not straight away.

A little later He shifted His position on the chair, and voila, His leg was no longer in the way. When I looked up at Him from where I was sitting, and we started talking, I could see Him jerking. I managed to sneak a few looks, knowing I wasn’t supposed to be watching…He had told me no. I should know by now that He knows when I’m looking. “Would you like a closer look slut?” “Only if you will let me” I replied. “Only if you want it bad enough” He said. “Oh I do. I want to watch”.

I rearranged my pillow and scooted over. It was at this point that I’m a goner. I am no longer the Lucy of a mere few minutes ago. My focus at this point, is on Him. Watching His fist move up and down His shaft. Jerking Off. Fucking Himself. This is my subspace. I zone out to everything else, and as surprising as it may be, I have even stopped fucking myself with a dildo or dropped the vibe that is supposed to be on my clit. I am secondary. It’s no longer about me (if it wasn’t before, it definitely isn’t now). My goal, when I start watching Him masturbate, is doing to best job I can to please Him. To make Daddy cum. His enjoyment is my only priority.

Daddy made a surprising comment last night, when I asked Him if He was enjoying me watch. He said that He looks forward to me watching, more than He does the actual masturbation. Okay…why so shocking? I knew He liked it and really enjoyed having me there to watch Him, but more so than the actual jerk itself? Holy. Fuck. Okay, so I’m extremely pleased about this, but also shocked at the time. We masturbated some more in silence, well almost silence except for our breathing, our wet masturbation sounds and the hairy girl on the TV. Until He asked how my masturbation was feeling. I smiled and said it was feeling great. He asked if He should stop jerking and fuck me. “No, I want to watch you jerk some more”. He obliged, but only briefly. “I know you want to watch me jerk, but I want to use you. “Stop masturbating, get over the coffee table and get ready”.

Indulgence

2008-10-04T15:28:00.003+10:00

I need to be spanked
I need to be tied up
I need to be used
I need to be dominated

I'm yours
Take it from me
I know you want to

One word

2008-10-04T00:42:00.004+10:00

I found this meme on Rae's blog. You're supposed to tag 7 others to do it, but if you want to, just leave me a comment and let me know okay?

1. Where is your cell phone? here

2. Where is your significant other? beside

3. Your hair colour? natural

4. Your mother? away

5. Your father? deadbeat

6. Your favourite thing? reading

7. Your dream last night? sex

8. Your dream/goal? graduating

9. The room you're in? computer

10. Your hobby? masturbation ;-)

11. Your fear? loneliness

12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Working

13. Where were you last night? shopping

14. What you're not? sick

15. One of your wish-list items? Shoes

16. Where you grew up? Hot

17. The last thing you did? eat

18. What are you wearing? little

19. Your TV? Philips

20. Your pet? Cat

21. Your computer? Dell

22. Your mood? normal

23. Missing someone? yes

24. Your car? white

25. Something you're not wearing? Knickers

26. Favourite store? Rockman's

27. Your summer? Hot

28. Love someone? Forever

29. Your favourite colour? many

30. When is the last time you laughed? today

31. Last time you cried? unsure

Lasting moments

2008-10-02T15:51:00.005+10:00

The cuddling at night.
The quiet.
Where all of the day's worries are (or should be) forgotten, stored away, put to the side.

It's one of those time that I know and feel that I am truly loved.
Yes, I know I'm loved, but these moments, I treasure.

The quiet, hearing his breathing.
I feel safe in his arms.

I've never liked going to bed, but I always love going to bed with him.
It's calming, it centres me, it relaxes me.

Those last few moments of peace before drifting off.
Knowing he'll be there when I wake in the morning, or even through the night.

The closeness shared of our skin touching.
Our breathing synchronised.
Hearing his heart beat.
Holding his hand as we drift away.

I am a simple woman of simple pleasures.
And this is one of them.

I truly love him in these moments.
These snippets of time, in which I wish they would last forever.

And every night they do.
Every night I fall asleep, next to him, in his arms, our bodies touching, but also our hearts, I am a happy woman; a woman in love.

Sugasm #148

2008-09-29T08:53:00.004+10:00

Picture provided by the lovely Coy Pink and her husband Alec. Thank you both for allowing me to share your beautiful photo.

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #149? Submit a link to your best post of the week by emailing me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
People I could hang out with
“But it wasn’t just a story, it was a damn sexy story.”

Red, Hot Ass
“I grunted, but held still.”

Smart Girls Make Better Lovers
“Chicks with brains can make you scream.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
Sex Blogging and Writing for the Drawer

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Sex History
Right To Vibe

Erotic Writing and Experiences
A is for
Adult Party Games - Round One
Adventures in Digital
Balcony fun
The Dinner Party: Part I
Female Waxing
Frisson
Her Glorious Cunt
Lilly and the Construction Crew
Not So Complicated
Sex in Public on Road Trip Day 9
So Wrong….
The Waiting is the Hottest Part. Confession #140

Sex News, Reviews, & Interviews
Every Kind of Sex Available: Exploring The Limits of CyberSex
NYC Sex Bloggers 2009 Calendar

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Impertinent Question: What’s the Kinkiest Thing You’ve Ever Done?
Study HNT

Sex Work
Sex Work and Compassion: Self Hating Client
The Sockjob Goddess Returneth…

Sex Advice
Libido in Older Women
Pregnancy BDSM
Try the Pelvic Slide Position for Maximum Clitoral Stimulation

BDSM & Fetish
A domestic fantasy
A man becomes a fucking machine
Not your usual gangbang.
Playing the scene
Sex Camp 2008: Fiiiiyuuuurrrr!!!

Sex Humor
Fantasy Friday: Ahoy, Matey!

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Autobiography of a Masturbator: Porn O’Graphicus, Part 4
Marriage Failure a Natural Success
Never submit to escort screening
Sex Shop Jitters
Ten Things I Find Extremely Sexy On Men - The Non-Physical Version
What I read at Dirty Words night
Why do I do This?

Dressing up for Daddy HNT

2008-09-25T14:04:00.003+10:00

Hi everyone. This week has been super busy...coming up to the end of semester for uni and whatnot. As I've been so busy, I haven't had the chance to take some new pics for HNT. This is part of a photo that Daddy took of me when I dressed up as His little girl (with pigtails and all!). I was bent over the kitchen table with my skirt pulled up, showing my arse when He took this. Mmm...such fun and hot memories!

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday to you all!

Achievement

2008-09-21T16:32:00.004+10:00

Well, this afternoon I've done something that 1) I have never done; and 2) I never thought I could do.

I've just come home from a 4.5km (2.8miles) bicycle ride! He suggested we go for a ride (something we've been meaning to do for awhile now). I wasn't so sure, but then the more I thought about it, the more excited I became.

At top speed I was riding at 20km/hr (12.5mi/hr). At top speed He was riding at 33km/hr (20.5mi/hr). This was the first year that I watched any more of the Tour de France than the highlights on the news. I now have a new found respect for these cyclists. I wasn't naive, I knew the Tour isn't light riding, but getting on the bike again after so long = more respect and admiration for the professionals.

And I think the bike fairies have paid me a visit....they've come and changed my seat, because I swear it was a lot more cushion-y the last time I rode the bike. (Maybe it's got something to do with the fact that I've lost a lot of my own personal bum cushioning; nah I think the bike fairies have paid a visit) :-)

Anyway, this is a big achievement for me, and hopefully as time goes on, I can improve on this.
Hope you're all having a good weekend.

Study HNT

2008-09-18T09:23:00.025+10:00

Sometimes I study like this, but on the weekends it's without panties, lying on my stomach, with my legs slightly apart for Daddy. For what I do on those other occasions....you'll have to click.

(time to click!)

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday!

And don't forget, if you're participating, or want to see who else is participating, visit Os.

I'm back, better than ever

2008-09-18T09:23:00.024+10:00

Hey everyone.
I see by my statcounter that you're all still coming back and checking up on me. So thank you for that. I know I've been a bit slack in posting, but life got a little bit depressing there not too long ago. I've bounced back after my sadness and sickness and I present to you a new and improved Lucy. (Sorry to disappoint, no picture today).

I am pleased to announce that both Daddy and I are no longer sick. I've been a bit under the weather this week, but that's pretty much gone now. And it certainly helped being treated to two (yes two!) sessions of watching Him masturbating last night. Like the good little girl I am, I put my mouth and tongue to good use and was rewarded with my own masturbation session :-D. I have to say that I got a real confidence boost last night when I asked Him if I could put my tongue to use...His response? "Not yet slut. I don't want to cum yet". I smiled and asked "Am I THAT good?" He smiled at me, jerked His hard cock a little faster and simply said "yes". *contented sigh* Not to mention the fact that He made mention of whoring me out to do just that...lick and suck on other men's balls while they jerk. Now, if that's not a recommendation of my talent, I don't know what is!

We got back into the swing of things this past weekend....You know you've had an awesome weekend of sex when you wake up Monday morning and don't want to move. Mmm...the residual pain of where He was biting me. I really do love the pain. *contented sigh again*

On a slightly different note, I have lost more weight. I know in my last post talking about my weight, I said that I wasn't going to refer to it as losing it, as I didn't want to find it again, and even though that's true (that I don't want to find it again), I'm going to still refer to it as my weight loss. It sounds funny calling it anything else. So now that we've got that sorted...for the good news. I've lost more weight, which brings me to a total of 17kgs (or 37.5lbs) gone. I did my measurements yesterday and from the last time I did them I've lost 7cms from my waist, not sure about my hips or bust (can't remember what they were), but they've definitely gotten smaller. So, I'm getting sexi-er! (big grins) I was a DD cup, now I think I'm down to about a C (although haven't been fitted to check that). I am now halfway through this journey. I'm halfway to my goal. And I'm pretty damn proud of myself!

I'm happy, and I'm confident. I can now walk down the street with my head held high and not be so self-conscious. I no longer walk down the street thinking that people are looking at me just because of the amount of space I take up (it's a sad thought, but yes, that's how I used to be). Now, I think one of two things... 1) They're just looking at me; or 2) They're checking me out. In saying that I'm not trying to be egotistical or anything, I'm just looking and feeling much, much better. Like the fact that when I give someone a hug now (be it Daddy or a friend), I don't feel like they're struggling to hug me (not that they really were struggling; I just felt big). Now, I don't feel like I'm taking up too much space, I'm happy and contented. And looking forward to reaching my goal weight.

Now, onto something a little different. I got side-tracked there and wanted to spill about my weight loss that I forgot to mention this before. Daddy's handing the reins over to me for a night. Yes, I am going to be trying my hand at being the one in control. I have to say that my mind has been wandering and ticking over, thinking of all the things I can (and probably will) do to Him. I've been brainstorming and well, let's just say, I think we're both going to have a helluva lot of fun. (Well, I'm pretty sure I will...you know the adrenaline of something new and different and exciting. And I hope He's going to have fun too).

Anyway, I'm going to head off now. You know how it is...things to do, places to go etc.
Have a good one and Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday to you all!

EDIT: I went bra shopping tonight and I am a C cup. I honestly can't remember the last time I was a C cup.

You're the perverted one trying to find me!

2008-09-14T22:27:00.004+10:00

Ever since I first realised I could see how many people were coming to my blog by using a stat counter, I've been hooked. I've always had a chuckle to myself at some of the search terms used to find me. So I thought I would share them with you (keeping in mind that these aren't all of them....just some of the last 500). And thanks again for visiting, come back any time. Okay, now for the search terms!

daddy naughty spank clitty (#17 on this list)
enema punishment or soapy or discipline (unsure, but they found me from it)
legs spread daddy (unsure, but they found me)
bdsm "my master" "my bladder" (#54)
"daddy's good" "his cock" (#47)
"his little girl" bath fuck daddy (#10)
"photo of my cunt" (#2....ok so there's only 4 on the list, but I'm still number 2!)
daddy see my cunny (#19)
daddy girl snuggle wet sex (#7)
cunt and armpit with lucy hair picture (#1 & #2)
daddy sucking nipples (#18)
daddys little sub slut jewlery (#30)
little lucy lube (#3)
little lucy porn (#11)
Lucy's place (#1 on Google's Blog Search. Didn't expect to be any where near that high...so pleasantly surprised)
lucy cunt daddy (#2 & #3)
little lucy nipples (#2 & #3).

And just for something a little bit random....

On Google, there are 118,000 links when you search the term retard sexy animal.
234 of these are blog links.

Sugasm #145

2008-09-06T23:19:00.000+10:00

This Week’s Picks
Being Civil
“They couldn’t understand what the appeal of a civil union was for us.”

Clandestine Rendezvous
“He turned around to kiss me and I melted.”

Hotel Sex
“The excitement is too much for both of us”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
You Can’t Make This Shit Up, Part 2

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

I just couldn't help myself

2008-08-31T17:20:00.002+10:00

Your Adult Film Star Name Is...

Spanky Bottoms

What's Your Adult Film Star Name?

Personally, I think that fits well with me. No complaints here about my Adult Film Star Name lol.

Bare back HNT

2008-08-29T08:27:00.006+10:00

I thought I would show off one of my favourite things about myself this week. My long hair.
Happy Half Nekkid Thursday everyone!

And don't forget to check out Os to see who else has joined in the HNT fun this week. And check out the mystery girl, and don't forget to click!

Olympics Oopsies

2008-08-22T13:14:00.003+10:00

In the spirit of the Olympics, I offer you this.

Here are the top nine comments made by NBC sports commentators so far during the Summer Olympics that they would like to take back:

1. Weight-lifting commentator: 'This is Gregorieva from Bulgaria. I saw her snatch this morning during her warm up and it was amazing.'

2. Dressage commentator: 'This is really a lovely horse and I speak from personal experience since I once mounted her mother.'

3. Paul Hamm, Gymnast: 'I owe a lot to my parents, especially my mother and father.'

4. Boxing Analyst: 'Sure there have been injuries, and even some deaths in boxing, but none of them really that serious.'

5. Softball announcer: 'If history repeats itself, I should think we can expect the same thing again.'

6. Basketball analyst: 'He dribbles a lot and the opposition doesn't like it. In fact you can see it all over their faces.'

7. At the rowing medal ceremony: 'Ah, isn't that nice, the wife of the IOC president is hugging the cox of the British crew.'

8. Soccer commentator: 'Julian Dicks is everywhere. It's like they've got eleven Dicks on the field.'

9. Tennis commentator: 'One of the reasons Andy is playing so well is that, before the final round, his wife takes out his balls and kisses them... Oh my God, what have I just said?'

What's been happening in my world?

2008-08-20T11:07:00.007+10:00

Alright, so not much has been going on here for awhile, apart from us being sick (yawn). It sucks that I haven't been able to post the usual sexy or hot posts about what we've gotten up to in the bedroom, but that's what happens when life (and sickness) gets in the way. Today, I've decided to do a re-cap (aka update) of what's been going on here.

I'm no longer sick (Thank fuck for that!) Unfortunately though, He is :-(

I've managed to score myself a job and I start next week. It's the same line of work that I was doing back home, so no need for stressing that I won't not what I'm doing in a new job (yay!)
It's still winter and it's still cold. However, I think I deserve a pat on the back(or a good-girl spanking *wink*) for giving Daddy topless cuddles a couple of nights ago and naked cuddles last night!

The weight loss has plateau-ed for the moment. I'm not gaining any of the weight that I've managed to shift (I won't say lose again, because that implies I can't find it, and I don't want to find it again lol). So, I'm gaining it, and I'm not losing any more. But that's okay. For the moment I'm quite content with where I am.

Last Friday I went shopping. After buying a pair of jeans after my initial start to shifting the weight (months ago), they are now too big for me (surprise, surprise). So my shopping was designated to finding a pair of jeans that I liked and fit me. This I did with surprising ease. I've always been a large girl, even as a kid. I've come accustomed to going to the 'big' section of clothing stores, hence why I LOATHE clothes shopping! It really is depressing when you're overweight. So anyway, I went into one store (yes, just one) and found a pair of jeans in the 'normal' section (read: non-'big'). They fit great and with room to spare in the waist! If I could have done cartwheels in the dressing room, trust me, I would have! Full of confidence in my new found jeans (in my new found size, which is 2-3 dress sizes smaller than what I was!!), I decided that I was going to splash out and buy a top as well. Found one in red, wasn't sure on the colour on me and opted to go for the black version. (Even though I've gotten rid of such weight, I'm still self-conscious and black is always more slimming, isn't it girls??) And the mention of buying the top leads me to my next update.

Earlier in the week (last week) Daddy and I had been invited out with some of His work colleagues for dinner and drinks on Friday night. Knowing that we were going out that night contributed to me buying the new top. So anyway, unfortunately Daddy was in a fair bit of pain all day and decided not to go, but wanted me to go anyway. I was disappointed that He wasn't coming (part of the reason I bought the new outfit was in hopes that a change of outfit i.e.. something new, might perhaps spark a little naughty fun). But I was still looking forward to going out.

I was the first to arrive (even though I was a little late myself). After most of us turned up (some came later) we got a table and settled in to drinkies and nibblies. Now, this was the first time that I had been out on the town here (I knew we'd head out dancing after drinks); it was also the first time I had been out with His work colleagues without Him (no big deal, they're all lovely women and really easy to talk to and comfortable to be around), but it was also going to be the first time that I had met a few of them (nerves starting kicking in a bit when I found out *after already being there* that people were coming that I didn't know). No need to worry though, got along with all of them great. I was the youngest, probably by about 20years, but it didn't even occur to me until the day after.

So I got to know them all a bit more, on a more personal level, rather than just being the 'girlfriend', which was really lovely. There wasn't an awkward moment the whole night and I had a great time! Couldn't believe how much the price of drinks had gone up since the last time I hit the town though (it had been a long time). I was the second one to leave (getting home just before midnight), as my feet were sore. Only a few years back I used to be able to crawl home after the clubs shut, after dancing ALL night and not even complain. Guess that's a sign I'm getting older huh? Daddy was in bed when I got home, and even though I was back, I wasn't tired enough to go to bed. So instead, I got changed, turned the heater on and played card games on the computer for almost two hours, then I went to bed (and froze my arse off, even though I was fully clothed, with socks and had brought a heat pack to bed with me for some warmth). Was shivering for quite some time before I fell asleep. And the next day I was running on 4hours sleep.

And just for a little extra, here's a couple of jokes that I heard from the girls that night, that I couldn't help but share.

What smells funny?

Clown Poo

Just naughty enough for a kid to get away with telling, but good enough that an adult can laugh at it as well. And the last one....definitely an adult only joke! (I'm laughing just thinking about it).

A woman comes home and find her husband furiously masturbating in the kitchen. She kneels in front of him and gives him the best blow job that he's ever had in his life. After he gets his breath back, he turns to her and says "What the fuck was that? We haven't had sex in over 6months, and then you go and do that!" To which her response was:

"Well. I'd rather clean my teeth than clean this fucking floor again!"

(Surely you're laughing at that one?!)

Have a good one.
Lucy

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Something Different HNT

2008-08-14T08:29:00.006+10:00

Hi everyone. Had an early (and very cold start) this morning (Brrrrr!)
Okay, so my pics (so far) have included my legs, my bum (more than once) and a torso (kinda) shot. I thought I would do something a little different today.
Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday to you all!

Where are you from?

2008-08-11T09:45:00.005+10:00

Well, I decided to check my stats and see where all my readers are coming from, based on their country. And the results are in:

56% are from USA
6% from the UK
5% from Greece
almost 5% from my home country (Australia)
4% from Germany
3% from Canada
2% from India
2% from the Netherlands
almost 2% from Ireland
just over 1% from Portugal

And the following countries are all under 1% each (in descending order):
Austria, Italy, Norway, France, Spain, Libyan Arab Jamahiriya, The Republic of Korea, Hungary, Japan, Phillipines, New Zealand, Estonia, Saudi Arabia, Malaysia, Switzerland and Malta. And just over 6% of my readers are in an unknown location (Mmm...undercover spies perhaps? lol).

So that's a total of 26 countries. I'm pretty damn pleased with that. Of course, these stats are only the most recent, which is why your country may not be displayed. If your country isn't shown here and you would like me to know, feel free to leave me a comment or send me an email (his.lucy@gmail.com).

To all my readers across the globe, thank you for visiting and I hope you'll keep returning.
Lucy

Dream a little dream...

2008-08-10T15:49:00.006+10:00

I've had some strange dreams throughout my life, but they're always at the strangest when I'm sick. I'm never really surprised with how weird they are, that was until I woke up this morning.

Can a dream get any weirder than this? I think not.

All I can remember is that I was in a cage with a male Gorilla. There was another person in the cage with me and someone outside (I think the caretaker or keeper maybe). The gorilla was taking an interest in me (I presumed because I was the only female). At some point I took my top and bra off and this is where he took much more of an interest and was fascinated with my breasts, in particular my pierced nipples.

I cannot say that the dream went any further than this because this is all I can remember. But again, this is, by far, the strangest dream I've had.

Perhaps this is my subconscious telling me that it really is too long since I've had sex. Or maybe my inner child is just overdue for a trip to the zoo :-) Who knows?

HNT is a no-goer

2008-08-07T11:37:00.003+10:00

Hi everyone.

Sorry to disappoint, but HNT in this household isn't going to be happening this week. Still sick. I've had a bit of nausea pop up today as well as the (continuous) sniffles and after having a snooze earlier my face feels puffy. To top it off, I'm pretty sure I was running a temp before...given that I was cold and shivering, but sweating at the same time. Back to the doctor this afternoon, probably for more drugs maybe. God it'd be nice to wake up just one day and feel half human. Oh god, am I going to be happy when that day comes.

Hope you're all feeling better than we are at the moment. And even though I'm feeling like shit... Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday.

Pondering my (pierced) navel

2008-08-05T14:18:00.008+10:00

I've been doing a fair bit of thinking lately (which is not totally unusual for me at all) and my mind has wandered to couples living together. Years ago, when I was a teenager, I remember listening to adult conversations (both in real life and on tv and in movies) and how the women would always complain about how the man never put the toilet seat down. I sat on this (pun unintentional I swear), and thought about it for awhile. And I still think about it from time to time (as I have done recently). And the conclusion I've come to??

I'm not one of those women. Every time I think about it, I come back to the same thing....
Are you fucking serious??? This is minor. This is less than minor. And I always think: "why don't you put the seat up?" I mean, you never hear a man complaining to his mates over a beer about this do you?

Man 1: Mate, you know how's there's things that piss ya off about Debbie?
Man 2: Yeah... (takes a swig of beer)
Man 1: Well Carol...(sigh) she never puts the toilet seat up after she's finished! (takes a swig of beer)
Man 2: Oh yeah, Debbie doesn't either, wish she'd learn...hmmpf

Yeah right! But seriously, if this is all these women have to complain about, then I think they should think themselves lucky. I don't know, I just think this is stupid. In the grand scheme of things it doesn't mean anything that he doesn't put the seat down when he's finished. And he has just as much of a right to complain about you leaving it down after you're finished. What's good for the goose is good for the gander, I say.

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On a slightly different note, I've been smiling a fair bit lately, and this morning was no exception. I was at the Chiropractor's and as he was manipulating my muscles and sore joints he said "Now you'll let me know if I'm pushing too hard and hurting you, won't you?" I smiled (inside my head) and managed to say (without giggling) "Well, what with all the piercings and tattoo's*, I can't really complain can I?" While thinking to myself "You've got no idea what pain does to me!"

* My nose and ear piercings can easily be seen, so no explanation needed there. As for my navel and nipple piercings, well it's standard procedure to have x-rays done on your first visit. Coincidentally, this was also the first time since having my nipples pierced that I had to consider that they might be a problem. So what did Lucy do? Just before changing into the robe they make you wear I shyly (and quietly) said "I um..have my nipples pierced and can't take the rings out, is that going to be a problem?" Turns out no, and the same with the navel piercing. Mind you, they take the x-ray's and they're loaded onto the computer system immediately and shown to me. Imagine my shock (and embarrassment) at looking at my back x-ray and being able to see both my nipple rings and my cute navel ring. (Yeah, go on, laugh about it. I know you want to. It was only a couple of weeks ago, but I smile and laugh about now).

The way to a man's heart....

2008-08-04T16:46:00.003+10:00

Well tonight I've got a nice dinner all planned for us.

Main:
Chicken Kiev and Chicken Mignon with mashed potatoes, pumpkin, steamed corn, carrots and beans.

Dessert:
Fresh local strawberries topped with thickened cream and icing sugar.

It should be very nice. And do you know why I'm doing this? Just because. Just because I love him and just because I can. What better reason is there?

HNT Kisses

2008-07-31T09:22:00.002+10:00

Given my weight loss, I've had to buy some new knickers (no really, it's not just an excuse!)
Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday!

In sickness and in health...

2008-07-27T16:38:00.011+10:00

I know it's been a little while since I've updated (it happens). We've been sick again (or is that still?). Life has been pretty shitty of late with both of us feeling unwell and on medication. I've been (a bit of) a bitch to live with (hormones...need I say more?) and I don't care what anyone says, when you're sick, you get grumpy. And when you're sick on and off for as long as I have been, you really do get the shits. If it's not one thing, it's another. And you get sad. You just want one day where you feel half decent. That day was today (for me, not him), but the weather here is glum and that's not really helping me feel better. And when he's not feeling good, it sucks. I hate that I can't help in any way (just as he hates it when he can't help me feel better).

On a slightly different (but not-so-different) note, I'm getting healthier. Yeah, I know that sounds strange given the rant I've just had on being sick, but I am. For health reasons, I need to lose weight. This is coming along nicely, and I'm pleased that I am starting to fit into old clothes of mine that have been too tight (for too long). I'm starting to look better and feel better (both physically and mentally).

I went shopping the other night, and was (extremely) pleased that for the first time, in god knows how long, I didn't have to go to the "big gals" section of clothing or underwear! And I now weigh less than what I did when I graduated from high school (big achievement, and the first weight-loss goal of mine).

So far, I've managed to lose (read: get rid of) 13.5kg (or 29.76lbs). It hasn't been easy at times, and I still eat crap (i.e. chocolate, chips etc), only now I eat less of it and know when I've had enough. Previously, I've heard people say "Nothing tastes as good as being healthy/skinny feels" and when I heard that I just thought "What a load of fucking shit! You can't tell me that it feels THAT good!". Well I can tell you it certainly does. And I honestly never thought that I would agree with them (how times have changed).

Now, apart from knowing I'm healthier, I'm going to live longer and I'm feeling better....what's the best part about my weight loss?

My confidence boost for sure. There really is nothing like losing weight (especially when it needs to be done) to give my ego a little kick in the right direction. I now walk down the street with a spring in my step. I no longer walk along looking at my feet, avoiding eye contact with people. I walk tall and proud, I make eye contact and I smile (that smile that He loves) and I know that I look good. (See...told you my ego's been given a boost. But not in a look-at-me/give-me-all-your-attention kinda way).

I'm not skinny, I'm still curvy and voluptuous. I know there are plenty of other women out there that have better figures than me, and are prettier than me. But you know what? I don't really care. Why? Because there always will be. I am not delusional in thinking I am the bees knees. I am not perfect and never will be perfect. However, I'm on my way to reaching my goals. I'm doing this for me and me alone. Sure it's great that I'm now better looking to Him (even though He's always loved me just the way I am). But ultimately, this is something I need to do for me.

I just can't wait until we're both feeling better so we can take advantage of my weight loss and have some awesome fun in the bedroom!

I am Lucy

2008-07-13T09:47:00.006+10:00

Would you think I was a lady or a slut? Or would you describe me using some other term?

I’ve always had this internal conflict. While growing up it was encouraged (and sometimes enforced) that I behave the way a lady should. Okay, I can see why. They wanted me to grow up to be a lovely, polite and well-mannered woman. And majority of the time I am (okay, I say fuck more than I probably should, but other than that minor discrepancy I behave as a lady should). :) And then there’s sex. And mutual masturbation. And vibrating phallic-shaped toys. And than there are more than a million other things about sex that I love.

I LOVE SEX and anything that comes with it. I am a self-proclaimed addict. I think about sex too much to be a lady. I don’t know anyone (in real life) that thinks about sex as much as I do (would they even tell me?). I am a nympho. It’s as plain and simple as that.

When it comes to sex, I’m a slut. I’m willing to give most things a go. And generally I have a rule about trying things at least 3 times. I figure the first time you’re trying it out; the second time you’re trying to do it better; and by the end of third time you should know if you’re into it or not. (Note: obviously though if you try something once and it just doesn’t do anything for you, or you have a negative reaction to it, then I don’t recommend going back for a second or third time. That’s just common sense).

I know my sex drive is quite high, and I worry if I’m this ‘bad’ now, how’s it going to be in 10 years time when I’m actually supposed to reach my womanly sexual peak? It really does worry me. I love sex and sex related things so much that I’ve been late to work (on more than one occasion) because I couldn’t help myself and had to masturbate just before leaving. (Should I be that honest? lol).

So how do I balance Lucy the Lady and Slutty Lucy? I’m not sure that I do it effectively. Truth be told, Slutty Lucy is always there lurking if she’s not at the forefront. She’s never far away. Does that mean I’m not a lady? No, I’m still Lucy the Lady; it’s just that my inner slut comes out to play more than most people.

So is this a good or a bad thing? I believe it’s both actually. It’s good in the fact that (generally speaking) I will never turn down an opportunity for some sexual fun and am pretty much always in the mood. But then it’s bad too. Why? Cause I can be all reared up and ready to go, while He’s just not in the mood (frustrating times).

I have grown into that lovely, polite and well-mannered woman they wanted me to become. And for that I’m proud. I’ve also become a slut (or was that part of my destiny already pre-determined?). I’m not ashamed of what I am. I am me.

Pink Bits

2008-07-10T09:21:00.003+10:00

Oh, aren't I naughty? Just sharing a little bit of skin with you all.
Have I tempted you? Do you want to see more?

Just one of many

2008-07-06T11:58:00.003+10:00

One of the reasons I love him... we can laugh at one another. Like the other night when we had a conversation in caveman :)

Mmm...I love him.

Legs Eleven

2008-07-03T09:23:00.004+10:00

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday to you all!

This is another still shot taken from the jerk movie I made for Daddy last week. I've been trying to decide between this and another pic for today's HNT, but obviously this one won out! :)

And thanks to everyone who's posted comments on my previous HNT's! I was unsure about last week's photo, but Daddy insisted it was a good one to put up. So thanks to you all, not just for commenting, but for boosting my ego that little bit more and telling me it was a sexy pic! I really appreciate it.

Lucy

Ps - Greg and Sheryl, at this stage no, I don't have any plans to post my jerk movies. Sorry.

Fun signs

2008-07-02T08:24:00.012+10:00

Close to where we live, there are a couple of churches. Back in my home town, churches didn't have the signs out of the front where you can change what is written on them, well not that I noticed. Every so often they will change what is on one side or the other of the sign. One particular church is very good at this. Whenever I'm driving back home, if I happen to pass it, I always check and see if it has been changed.

Now I'm not a religious person as such, more spiritual than religious. But, this is not a post about religion. It's just a fun post, sharing with you all, some of what has been displayed on this particular sign.

Here's one that was up awhile ago*, that I thought was quite clever.

And here's another one that was displayed earlier this year*:

And last but not least, here is the one that is displayed now*:

* These are not pictures of the actual signs, I used this website to show you what it looked like to us.

Hope they made you smile as they did me.

When Reality Intrudes....

2008-07-01T11:06:00.004+10:00

While back in my home town I bought a new book to read. You know those times where you just want something, but not really wanting to commit to a series or a long (thick) book? Well that's what I was looking for, these are the times that I go to my super cheap section at the book store. And do you know why? I reckon these are where some of the best books are. You all know I'm a student, so my budget is quite low, and although these are mostly what I can afford, there are some really good books to be found.

Anyway, so this book I bought was The Intimate Adventures of a London Call Girl. Which is about a woman in London and her daily (or close enough) updates she posted to her blog re: her life. So she's a blogger turned author (published in an on-paper official way), and now she's even got a tv show! (Soon to air here in Australia, but not sure about the rest of you.) This book follows her through about a year, I think, don't quote me. And I couldn't put it down. I had to stop myself from reading it too quickly.

So anyway, the fact that I've just read that book (and recommend it), and I've been editing my jerk movie as if it were a professional porno (and someone other than Him and I was going to watch), I've been thinking about the blog world, the (supposed) anonymity of us all. Daddy and I have been talking, and it's something that's on His mind too.

So for you, we have a question:

Fellow bloggers, what happens if a family member, work colleague or friend discovers that you have a blog of a sexually explicit nature? Is this something you've thought about? How do you handle the fact that they know details about you that they would normally never know? Has anyone had this happen to them? The ultimate question is: if this has happened, then how does it affect the relationship between you and them? Do their attitudes/behaviours change? Do your attitudes/behaviours change?

HNT #3

2008-06-26T10:30:00.001+10:00

This week's edition of HNT has come from a jerk movie I filmed for Daddy earlier this week.

(I had fun making it; Daddy had fun jerking to it; & I'm now having fun with the editing software!)

Sugasm #137

2008-06-24T16:25:00.005+10:00

Mz. Berlin courtesy of Mz. Berlin’s Blog.

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #138? Submit a link to your best post of the week using this form. Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
I can only be what I am.
“It’s strangely refreshing, to really submit and give up that control, and not have to make decisions.”

Over the Edge
“He tells me to hold still, in that soft, controlling voice of his.”

A Story Told Out of Order and Out of Character - Part 4
“You thought you could just come to my room and tease me?”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
A former slut examined

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

Friendly Kink

2008-06-23T08:50:00.003+10:00

It’s funny the things we think about, what we mull over. What we spend countless minutes (hours? days?) thinking about. And there’s something that I’ve been thinking about….friends. No, not in a which-one-of-my-girlfriends-would-I-eat-out kinda way (this has already been established…a long time ago). But I was thinking about them regarding the whole to be or not to be (vanilla).

As you all know from reading about me, I’m not (vanilla that is). But my friends are, well most of them. I’ll talk about 3 friends in particular, and I shall call them P, K & R. I met them all within the first couple of weeks at uni. P is a few years older than me, and has just moved out of home with her first boyfriend. She is fairly short, with olive-dark complexion and black hair. P is very pretty. K is a year older than me and gorgeous. Blonde, nice size boobs, and great body, but not your stereotypical blonde. She first had sex at 14 and now lives at the beach with her fiancée. R is the same age as me (few months younger). She has big boobs (I’m talking E size at one point…slightly smaller now that she’s lost some weight), and although she’s almost finished her degree, she really is a ditz.

Now, are they vanilla? I believe that P is. Given that the current boyfriend is the first man she’s been intimate with (and for less than a year), I think she is. Although we are open with one another (she is my best friend), I don’t know that she’d tell me if she got into or tried more ‘raunchy’ things in the bedroom. P was the first friend whom I confided in when I got my nipples pierced. Her reaction? “OMG. Are you fucking insane? Really?” I laughed my arse off when she said that to me. “Umm…yeah. Of course”. Which was followed by some more OMG’s on her part and then: “So what, you just went on holiday and decided to get your nipples pierced?” This I laughed at too. (This holiday was a visit to Daddy when we were still living apart). She even asked if she could see them (which hasn’t happened yet). I told her she could, if that’s what she wanted.

Now K is the type of friend that you could tell anything to and know that she wouldn’t tell a soul. She’s also the friend you can sit up with til the wee hours of the early morning discussing topics that are as far unrelated to each other as you could imagine i.e. how to do anal sex the right way, so it doesn’t hurt and being a personal carer for someone’s who is dying. See what I mean? Nothing is off-topic, nothing is too obscure. She is a woman of substance and so true. I can laugh with (and at) her, and we have cried together. K is the one I have a crush on. I have since I first met her. She is the second friend I told about having my nipples pierced. She was somewhat surprised, but mostly unphased (she has other friends that have it done).

Back when I first knew K, she seemed more sexually experienced than I ever thought I could be (more than one partner, experienced a threesome etc). I was in awe of her and looked up to her. She was honest and open and if you got her on the piss and she was as suggestive as you could imagine (and as sexy as hell). She was the first friend of mine who admitted she couldn’t do without her vibrators, even when her fiancée was home. It was refreshing (and who knew that I’d turn out just like that too?). Primarily, K would be vanilla, but she’s definitely willing to experience and experiment with new things (situations, toys, lovers). I think she could be either a sub or Domme; she’d do well with both. I can imagine her being both my sister sub and at other times dominating me.

Now on to R. Although ditzy most of the time, you can have a conversation with her. And during my first couple of years at uni R and I were quite close (no, not in a I-used-to-go-over-for-sleepovers-and-we’d-eat-each-other-out kind of way), we were good friends back then. Back in the days when she hadn’t slept with anyone. I saw her through her first sexual ‘relationship’ (and I use that term loosely). And I saw her start the second one (much better choice than the first). Now she’s set to marry the second one.

I remember one night we’d had a pizza and DVD night and were sitting on her bed chatting away, reading Cosmo (as we all do). And we got to the sealed section (“oooohhh”). It was a list of like 100 things to try with your sexual partner. We went through it and I was surprised that from those 100, there was only a handful that I hadn’t done. She was surprised. Now there wasn’t anything too raunchy in the list, quite tame actually (if my memory serves me correct). I believe a bit of tying to the bed was mentioned (who hasn’t done that?) as well as the standard things like anal etc. R has a naughty side, which is mostly spurred on by others. She doesn’t like to be anything but normal, she likes to do what other people do. In this respect, I think it’s safe to assume her orientation is generally vanilla. And then I remember those drunken parties over the years, and some where we pashed in front of others. And that leads me to think that maybe, just maybe she’s not as shy or unexperimental as she wants us to believe.

So, in thinking about my friends and whether they are vanilla or not, I would say that primarily they are, but experimental also. I think about the type of relationship that I’m in now and wonder if I could ever tell them. I wouldn’t tell P, I don’t think. Why? Did you read her reaction to getting my nipples pierced? Well, imagine her reaction to me telling her that I prefer plastic cock to real cock. Or if I told her I love to be hurt and bruised, my ears tortured so much that the next day they are constantly throbbing (even if only a little). Or that when He has His cock in me, He’s not making love to me, or having sex with me, He’s not even fucking me….He’s masturbating in me. Somehow, I don’t think it’s probably the best idea to disclose that all to P.

Would I tell K? I don’t know how much I would tell her. To be honest, if I was drunk enough I’d probably think ‘fuck it’ and tell her everything (although that hasn’t happened yet). But I believe there would be parts that I would disclose and others I wouldn’t (at least until I knew what her reaction was to the other, more tame things I’m into). Would I tell R, no. She doesn’t even know I have my nipples pierced (a purposeful choice on my behalf not to tell her). Everyone would know if I told her. And we’ve since had a falling out and no longer talk. So no, I wouldn’t tell her. (Funny how not long after I started writing this, she contacted me.)

So where are all my kinky friends?

Happy HNT!

2008-06-19T08:41:00.005+10:00

Daddy and I couldn't keep our hands off each other yesterday afternoon and last night. From kisses and hugs to Him feeling my hairy legs (and much more). We couldn't get enough of one another. Dinner even almost got ruined!! But then, as soon as dinner was over we were back into it (grins cheekily). I'm thinking I should go away more often, just to have this happen again!

Daddy decided to take some photos of me last night and this was the one we specifically took for today's HNT. Enjoy! (and let me know if you enjoy it).

Going Away and Phone Sex

2008-06-16T15:19:00.007+10:00

So my exam went well (I think). We had 3 hours allocated and I finished in just under 2, so I think that's a good thing. Either that, or I fucked everything up and only thought I knew what I was doing. Anyway, I'll just have to wait and see when the term marks come out (next month). With any luck, cause I'm back in the town where I grew up, which is where I started uni, I should be able to get my assignment mark tomorrow (hopefully). The garage sale went well, and we made more $ than we thought.

So, I'm away from Him. And have been since Friday. I didn't want to come back, but loved doing so. As soon as I got on the road and into the swing of things, I was enjoying myself. I was driving alone, with the road ahead of me and the cd player turned up quite loud.
So picture this: I'm alone in my car, air conditioning on as the sun tries to make me sweat, the music playing loudly, and me singing at the top of my lungs. And I couldn't help but think to myself "This is great! Back travelling again, nothing but my thoughts and my music to keep me company". And as I'm singing along to Pink's I'm Not Dead album I wonder what it would be like to take a road trip with my girlfriends. Have I missed out on something because I haven't done this? Would a road trip with them be as much fun as I imagine it would be? Would we all be laughing, singing along, loving one another's company as I imagine we would be, or would it be different? I didn't care, the picture of us taking a road trip was satisfying. Truth be told, it probably won't happen, but in that moment I didn't care.

Now I'm getting off topic. It's been 3 days since I've seen Him. But only a few hours since we spoke. Friday night I was horny. I was back in my old bedroom and things were familiar. And what's the one thing I wanted to do more than anything Friday night??? I wanted to have phone sex with Him, just like we used to when we were living apart. It didn't happen. Daddy had stayed home from work because He wasn't feeling well, and He just didn't feel up to it :-(

This little nymph couldn't stop herself though. After she said goodnight to Daddy and went to bed, she pulled out her faithful friend, the large dildo and couldn't stop from fucking herself with it.

Yes, I brought it back with me. Before I even left, I wanted to have phone sex with Daddy! (grins). Can you blame me? I mean, what's hotter than hearing that background noise, knowing He's jerking? (Okay, so watching it live is better, but I had to make do with what I had available). But this little slut got her wish last night.

We had a particularly hot session masturbating (and cumming) for one another last night. I know Daddy so well. At one point I described to Him exactly what I suspected He was doing. How He was jerking, and what kind of video He was watching while doing so. Was I right? Of course. You can't spend as much time as I do watching a man's masturbation sessions without getting to know His routines and rituals. What He likes to watch most, whether He's jerking slow or fast etc.

I loved having phone sex with Daddy. I always have. I even woke up many times through the night with my hand between my legs. My cunt was wet all night. And that's how I woke up this morning, with my hand between my legs, playing with my cunt, my fingers coated in my juices from finger-fucking myself while sleeping.

I've been such a good girl today. I haven't masturbated, although I've really, really wanted to. Maybe, if I'm good, Daddy will let me masturbate tonight. At least I hope He will ;-)

Lucy

Busy, busy, busy

2008-06-11T10:47:00.005+10:00

Hey everyone.

I know it's been a little while since I updated. Life has been busy with study for my exam this afternoon. I'm confident-ish, given that I'm sitting on a Distinction (80%) so far with what results I've got back for my assessment. Still waiting on the mark for the main paper I submitted which should hopefully arrive in my letterbox sometime next week. (Keep your fingers crossed for me getting a good mark).

Heading back home to the family in a couple of days for almost a week. Time to clear out some old shit and try and get rid of it in a garage sale. And it's time to spend some quality girly time with my mum! God it's going to be so weird being away from Him for that long. It's been about 3 and a half months since I moved in here, and the only time we're not together or around each other is when He's at work. I guess those free phone calls that I have to Him will come in handy while I'm away.

And to top it all off, woke up yesterday and today feeling nauseous (as well throwing up this morning). Hope it goes away soon.

So I suspect that it will be a little while again until I post. Sorry. Hope everyone is doing well, and I shall still be checking in on your blogs and commenting, even if I'm not posting.

Stay safe.
Lucy

Changes

2008-06-04T14:55:00.008+10:00

Well I'm now a year older. In the past few days I turned 22. Isn't it funny how we say I'm a year older? When in fact we're only a day older than we were the day before our birthday (Stupid humans...lol). I had a relaxing day, starting with waking up next to Him (always good, but better on your birthday). I had asked Daddy the night before if He would make breakfast for me (nothing too difficult, just toast). And then I woke up and didn't really feel too well. So He didn't make me breakfast, but that's ok. Instead He made dinner for me, and that was yummy!

Through the day I was home alone. Got a few phone calls and texts from family and friends, but mostly just chilled out. I got a new cookbook as one of my presents, plus other kitchen stuff (you definitely know you've moved out of home when your birthday presents are now related to the kitchen somehow...lol). So I figured, "It's my birthday. I have a new cookbook. Let's bake a cake." And by let's bake a cake I mean me dancing to the music on my laptop. So that's what I did. I baked a chocolate cake (what you didn't think I was going to have anything other than chocolate did you? Self-confessed choc-a-holic here.)

Then, while the cake was cooling down I read quite a bit of the latest novel that's taken my fancy. Then it was time to ice the cake. I was debating whether whip up some cream to put on it, but decided that I wanted to ice it instead. So just after I'd finished that and sat down to do some more reading, Daddy comes home from work. And guess what He had bought for me? Yep, you guessed it....a lovely chocolate mud cake with cream on top.

I didn't bake my own cake because I assumed that He wouldn't buy me one. To be honest, it didn't even enter my mind whether He would or not. It was just a "I've got a new cookbook and it's my birthday. I'm going to bake myself a cake." And that's all there was to it. I believe I hurt His feelings by making one myself; that was not my intention. And as I told Him after He'd had a sleep, regardless of whether the cake I made was a birthday cake or just a cake, I enjoyed spending that time baking. So which was the better out of the two? The one Daddy brought home. Mine could have done with a bit more milk, but it was still nice. In fact, Daddy's cake is now all gone, while the one I made has hardly been touched. (No, I'm not a bad cook). It will get eaten. I guess you could say I got to have my cake, and eat it too :-D

Following dinner and watching some tv, it was time to get dirty. Sitting on my recliner, Daddy came over and I was lucky enough to show Him just how much I appreciated His nice, hard, cock. I sucked and licked His hard cock, taking Him deeper than I have before. And I would have spent longer if Daddy hadn't suggested we move to the bedroom. (I really wanted to try and deep throat Him...oh well, there's always another time.) After some playtime, I was treated to watching Daddy jerk as He came. (smiles)

Now it was my turn to play. I pulled out my big dildo/vibrator (only the vibe part doesn't work now, so it's really only a dildo), lay down on my back next to Him and started masturbating. Daddy helped by running His hands over my body, forcefully grabbing the inside of my thighs (which I LOVE), playing with my nipples (both gentle and hard), and kissing me. Mmm...how I love to kiss Him while I'm masturbating. Because I had spent quite a fair amount of time jerking Daddy earlier, my arm was sore. So every time I got close, my arm cramped up (Bloody uncooperative body parts!!). I pushed on through the pain and pumped my cunt for all I was worth. (Now it was a matter of principle as well). I looked at Daddy*, smiled and had my birthday orgasm (followed by a few more). He lightly touched my cheek with His hand and whispered: "You're so beautiful." My heart melted.

Lucy

*I used to hate looking Daddy in the eye as I had an orgasm. For some reason, there was just something about it. Like it was too personal or something. I don't know. I can't really explain it, I just didn't feel totally comfortable with it. Of late though, it's a different story. Now I'm absolutely loving it. I love looking deep into His eyes while I moan and wiggle. And I want to do it again.

Lucy's New Toy

2008-05-31T02:53:00.004+10:00

After going out shopping for a new watch, we went to the local adult store. Daddy was kind enough to purchase me a new vibrator as my favourite one can now really only be used as a dildo (that's alright though). After being treated to a facial, I decided it was time to try my new toy. He was quite a bit thicker than I'm used to (part of the appeal, but he didn't seem that big in the shop) and a bit shorter. And he was much, much harder. It is uncomfortable if the angle isn't right, because of how inflexible he is. I will use him again, although he won't be a regular.

So after bringing myself to orgasm on my new toy, I hopped in and had a nice hot shower. We had dinner, watched some tv and then Daddy started playing games on the computer. I was in the mood again, so I grabbed my trusted friend, and took place on the bed, on my back, legs spread, rubbing clitty and pumping my wet cunt full of long, hard, plastic cock.

Daddy came to check on me, thinking I was sleeping. The sight He received when He walked in was very different to what He expected. (grins). "You're horny today" He said. I just smiled and continued. He joined me on the bed as He started nibbling at my neck and ear. Quickly the nibbles turned harder, more forceful. And soon He was biting my neck and ear, driving me wild. "Cum for me" was all He had to say and I was His. I used my trusted friend like there was no tomorrow, and in that moment, there was no tomorrow.

As soon as I came back to the land of living (lol), Daddy said "Shit. I bet I've marked you, and we have dinner tomorrow night". I just smiled and replied "I know. I thought of it at the time, but then thought meh...what the fuck".

Looks like this little girl and Her Daddy have to go and buy some foundation tomorrow.

Slutty Facial

2008-05-30T18:48:00.006+10:00

I just finished watching a particularly hot session of Daddy masturbating! As usual, I progressed from sitting on the chair next to Him to sitting on the floor in front of Him. We were discussing the idea of us maybe having a sub of our own. (One that would be submissive to both of us, while I was still being submissive to Him). It was turning us both on as Daddy jerked faster, and I felt my cunt get wetter. I kept watching Him, waiting to see Him cum. Waiting to see Him spurt. Hoping He'll spray my face.

He stands up, and furiously continues jerking His hard cock. I know He's going to cum. (Still thinking "I hope He cums on me"). "Close your eyes" he says, slightly out of breath. As the good little girl I am, I do as I'm told. And as we know, all good little girls get rewards for being good, don't they? This one certainly did. I was rewarded by Daddy jerking His cock until He came all over my face and chest. He took one look at me and said "I should take a picture". And that's what He did. Several pictures were taken in fact.

I walked into the bathroom to start cleaning up and I admired His handiwork. I looked good with His cum splattered all over my pretty little girl face. And as I started to clean up, I got to thinking. And I thought about how I looked with cum all over my face, and I didn't think I looked like a slut. So the question I pose to you dear readers is this:

If I do something slutty, and it doesn't make me feel like a slut, am I still a slut?

I'm still deciding on this one. What do you all reckon?

Happy HNT!

2008-05-29T01:00:00.003+10:00

Well, I guess this means I'm no longer a HNT virgin doesn't it? Hope this is an alright pic for my first HNT.

Are you into BDSM?

2008-05-27T14:25:00.001+10:00

Do you have an inclination for BDSM?
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You scored as Submissive

(((Note: This quiz is not totally comprehensive because of the length such a quiz would be. I kept it sex-based because I felt that psychological profiles and motivations were too complicated and vary too greatly among people that practice BDSM.)))

It feels good to serve. A lack of control in the bedroom can be fun and relaxing. Being with a dominant person wouldn't be a bad idea.

Degradation Lover

93%

Submissive

93%

Experimental

93%

Exhibitionist / Voyeur

79%

Masochist

75%

Bondage

71%

Sadist

54%

Switch

46%

Vanilla

18%

Dominant

11%

What Does A Dirty Slut Need?

2008-05-27T10:45:00.005+10:00

I had helped Daddy masturbate, and now it was my turn.

There was a point during my masturbation last night when I really wanted Him to slap me. I wanted to feel His palm across my cheek. I wanted to feel the sting of where His blow had struck. I really wanted Him to slap my face. And this is unusual for me.

Sure I love being spanked. And even when it's a punishment spanking, I still get some enjoyment from it. But being slapped? Never have I wanted to be slapped. (And I recall once being slapped across the face by my grandmother....not a pleasant experience, or one I would want again). But nonetheless, last night, I desperately wanted Him to slap me. I wanted Him to strike me.

I didn't want to ask or request though. So I said nothing. So what about now? Do I still feel it? Do I still want to experience this? Yes, it turns me on thinking about it.

He's definitely in control when He slaps me. It's the Dominance thing I reckon. I mean, you know someone else is in control when you get slapped. That slap means business. It says "Listen here bitch, I'm in charge!!" That's what I wanted. I wanted Him to dominate me. And I wanted Him to show me that He was The Boss by slapping me.

Daddy will be reading this, so now He knows what I want.

Now I want to know what you all think about the face slapping..Is it for you? Have you done it before? Did you enjoy it? Do you prefer slapping others to being slapped? Let me know (so I don't think I'm the only one out there who wants to be slapped).

Women, do you agree?

2008-05-27T10:23:00.005+10:00

We are women.
We are beautiful. (I am beautiful, so are you).
We have curves.

I am talking about bigger women. (I will not use the "F" word).
I love my bigger body size, I do not want to model a praying mantis.

Yes we are different to other women...but all women are different to one another.

When the general population is larger...why is it that we are still feeling the pressure to be (unnaturally) thin?

It has taken me years to be able to say that I love my body, and who I am.

I love my curves, my larger hips and my big boobs. I love my bum! I love that I feel sexy in my own skin. I love to look at myself in the mirror (and the view is getting better everyday). I love to run my hands over my body, feeling my curves, embracing them. I am a big women. I will never be petite. And I don't care. I want to be bigger. I want to have big boobs and womanly hips.

I am not shy. I love to show off. I love low cut tips that accentuate my assets. I love to wear short skirts that show off my bum. I know I'm sexy. I know that I get looked at when I go out (wearing normal clothes eg. jeans and shirt). I know men check me out, I see them doing it. And I'm not the only one they look at. I see men checking out bigger women, watching their arse wobble a little as they walk. Watching their fuller frames as they saunter through the shopping centre. Zeroing in on their breasts, bouncing as they stroll along.

Big women are beautiful.
Big women are sexy.
Big women are checked out.
Big women are picked up.
Big women are having sex.
Big women are having wild sex.
Big women are being proposed to.
Big women are married.
Big women are wanted.
Big women are needed.
Big women are loved.

What more needs to be said....

2008-05-26T11:54:00.003+10:00

Found this joke online...couldn't help but share it with you all.

Boy asks his granny, "Have you seen my pills, they were labeled 'LSD'?"

Granny replies, "Fuck the pills, have you seen the dragon in the kitchen?!"

While the cat's away....

2008-05-23T11:12:00.004+10:00

Well early yesterday morning I dropped Daddy off at the airport. He had an overnight business trip to attend, which left me home alone. In fact I'm still home alone until I pick Him up later tonight. This is the first time since I moved here that I've had so much time to myself. No, we don't live in each other's pockets, but yesterday it was strange knowing He wasn't coming home from work. I even saw His car in the driveway and thought "Oh He's home". Only to realise seconds later that (stupid me) I was the one who parked it there. (I can see you all shaking your heads at me).

So what does the mouse get up to while the cat's away?
You would think she'd wreak havoc and go wild perhaps? Well, sorry to disappoint, but no. I've been a good girl. (Maybe trying to avoid that tickling punishment????) After coming home from dropping Him off, I had breakfast then went back to bed for over 3hours. (Early mornings really aren't my thing). Then I fart-arsed around online for awhile before having lunch and then talking on the phone to family for a couple of hours.

Next was a uni deadline that had to be met. Nothing major, just a mini-assignment kinda thing. For the little that it's worth....we sure do put in a helluva lot of work. Anyway, got that out of the way, and decided it was time to watch a movie. Got a little into it and got bored. I didn't really feel like sitting down and concentrating too much...so what to do? Turn on the tv and watch a re-run of Friends (what else?). Put on dinner, wait for it to cook and then eat it. Spend more time talking on the phone (this time to my aunt). Then I watch a bit of tv, check my emails again, chat to family online and decide it's time to hit the sack.

Didn't sleep in this morning....partly due to going to bed early and partly due to the joyous pain I had all day yesterday, all last night and all of today (so far). Oh the joys of being a woman and the lead up to that week we all dread. (I'm sure you're all nodding your heads, knowing all too well what I'm talking about). Went and picked up some parmesan cheese for Him to put on His Spaghetti Bolognaise that I'm cooking for dinner, popped a couple of painkillers to try and get rid of this pain and sat down at my computer and started typing this.

This afternoon I'm booked in to get a brazillian wax. (It's about fucking time!). So I'll be smooth as when He gets home. (Big smiles). Given that He's had two big days at work, I doubt He'll want to play tonight, but I still have my fingers crossed. Tomorrow we're heading back home for a surprise visit. Just staying overnight and bringing back some of my stuff that's still stored there. And then it'll be a quiet, relaxing Sunday night I think. After two big days at work and travelling over the weekend, I reckon He's going to be stuffed.

So that's what this little girl's been up to and what's happening in the next couple of days. I hope you all have a good weekend. Until next time....

Lucy

My Hubby

2008-05-21T14:56:00.006+10:00

There's a couple of things that need to be fixed on my 15year plus car. Daddy decided to ring up the dealership to see about getting them fixed. He then rung me and said that I needed to go down to them so they could get the VIN number (prior to leaving it with them on Monday).

I did this, and after the guy got what he wanted, I was then asked if I wanted them to find out how much it was going to cost and give my 'hubby' a ring. I just smiled and said yes. I gave them His contact phone number and asked what time I had to bring it in on Monday and would they give me a lift back home after I had dropped it off. He said that he would tell my 'husband' when he rang Him this and that yes they would give me a lift back.

I couldn't help but smile when I got back in the car. I can't help it...I am a woman who is madly in love with a wonderful man, and it made me happy to think of Him as my husband or hubby (as this guy put it). I'm still smiling now, and probably will be for quite a while yet.

Choice of Punishment

2008-05-21T08:52:00.004+10:00

Daddy asked an interesting question the other night.

He asked me which would be worse (for me) out of the following two punishments.

1) A severe spanking; or
2) Being tied down to the bed, and tickled for as long as He wanted.

I immediately said "Can I lie?" with a smile on my face.

"No. It would be the tickling wouldn't it?"

I lowered my gaze, "yes".

I couldn't imagine anything worse than being tied down and tickled for an indefinite period of time, until He decided He was finished!

"I guess I'll save that then for when you've been really naughty" He said with a smile.

"But I'm always a good girl." He just smiled again as He started tickling me.

Daddy and His Little Girl

2008-05-17T10:47:00.003+10:00

Daddy requested a massage to help ease his shoulder, neck and back pain. I obliged; anything to help Him be in less pain. I tried massaging out the sore spots, while also giving an overall pleasing massage. Between the bits that hurt I received comments like “Oh, that’s nice” or “Mmm, that feels good”. This little girl obviously did a good job…the massage itself went on for quite awhile and after he turned over onto his back I was rewarded with a grin and “How about a blow job?” Well who can refuse an offer like that? I know I couldn’t.

I got down to business as quick as I could. (Eager little beaver aren’t I?). I licked and sucked Daddy, and jerked Him while sucking on the head of His cock. I love being able to bring Him to full arousal just with my mouth. Mmm, the joy of getting Him hard, feeling Him grow in my hand and mouth. Tasting Him, teasing Him, pleasing Him. He was leaking. I gobbled down His pre-cum, savouring the flavour, loving it. I looked up at one point and saw Him watching me. I felt proud. And then before long, He instructed me “Get yourself wet slut”. I was still fully clothed at this point, and was feeling a little overdressed. Needless to say the clothes came off as quick as they could.

Daddy put His cock ring on as I lay down on the bed, legs spread, hand between my legs. His cock and balls look so much better when He has his cock ring on. I smiled when my hand snaked between my legs and started working on my clit. I was dripping already. There’s nothing like being told to suck and lick His cock to get me wet and ready. I LOVE doing it! He jerked His hard cock for a little, before climbing on top of me. His cock entered me easily, and soon I was full.

I continued playing with clitty. “That’s right, play with clitty”. I didn’t need any further encouragement. “I’m not fucking you tonight am I slut?” He asked. “No, you’re using me”, came my breathly reply. “That’s right”. I just smiled, enjoying the sensation of Him using my cunt while I rubbed clitty. It had been so long since we played. Daddy hadn’t been feeling well all week, and although I had been horny, I refrained from playing, knowing this was coming. He used my cunt hard, all for His own pleasure. I was furiously rubbing away as he used me, one hand between my legs, the other holding onto the headboard, never wanting this to end. He could see my hairy pit. He jerked Himself off in my cunt, looking at my hairy underarm. And then He came. Daddy pushed His hard cock into me, filling me. I was His good little girl. (smiles).

By this point, I was hungry. I wanted to cum, I needed to cum. I was diddling clitty fast now as He gloriously sucked and licked on my nipples. Pulling them up away from my body with His mouth. Squeezing my tits hard with His hands. I was in heaven (almost). He continued while also biting my neck and shoulders (Yum!) and with each passing second I was getting closer. “Come up here” I asked, wanting to kiss Him. Those hungry kisses I need. Those hungry kisses that tell Him I’m getting close. He broke away and moved to my neck some more and then to my ears. Nibbling my ear lobes, probing them with His tongue. Alternating between left and right. He moved back down to my nipples. And as good as that felt, it was taking me away from orgasm.

I was furiously rubbing my clit, wanting to cum. “Daddy wants to hear you moan.” God I love knowing He wants to hear me cum. He continued on my nipples, licking, sucking and rubbing His teeth over my piercings. I couldn’t take it any longer. I wanted Him to go back to paying attention to my ears. I wanted to feel Him nibbling and probing again. “Go back to my ears” I demanded, without a second thought. A few seconds later I added “please”. (I am a little girl with manners after all).

He moved back up, starting off with the nibbling. But before long His tongue was probing and I was being sent over the edge. I was moaning and groaning, rubbing clitty like there was no tomorrow. “Cum for me sweetie” I think He said at one stage, though I’m not too sure. It wasn’t long before I was grunting and groaning, rubbing clitty with abandon and cumming. I orgasmed long and hard, loving the sensation of his tongue in my ear. As I came back to earth I just looked at Him and smiled. “You’ve never had that reaction before.” He said. I just smiled again. What can I say when it feels that fucking wonderful?

Sub/Dom Quiz Results

2008-05-16T18:09:00.001+10:00

Vanilla or Dom/Sub II -- [GREAT NEW PIX]
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You scored as Submissive

You are a natural submissive, and live to please your partner. While you have a will of your own, you enjoy challenging yourself if it gives someone you care about pleasure. While you are smart and decisive, you enjoy "letting someone else drive" at times. You are a rare and beautiful creature, and will be *extremely* cherished when under the care of the right Dominant. [And if you're female < 40, you should call me! LOL]

Submissive

78%

Sycophant / Doormat

70%

Dominant

43%

Vanilla

30%

Abuser / Jackass

10%