Questions Questions Questions

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).

Opportunity

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 Favourite Room

The bathroom is my favourite room in the house.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Soapy HNT (Part IV)

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

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

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

Soapy HNT (Part III)

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

After a Bath
(Aileen Fisher)

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

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

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

(clickity-click)

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

Soapy HNT (Part Two)

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

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

Remember to check out Os and see who else participated.

Soapy HNT

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

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

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday to you all!

My Hairy Bits

Okay, so I've talked about the fact that I have body hair in places that most other women don't. I was reluctant initially to write about the face that I don't shave the hair under my arms or on my legs. Now, I choose to write about it openly and freely. If anyone reading doesn't like it, I don't care. Because I do, and this is my blog.

So why do I keep my hair? At first, I deliberately didn't shave because Master loves hairy women. When I was younger I was lazy (and shaving your legs is difficult when you wear glasses and can't see 3 inches in front of your face without them). But what about now? Well, now I choose not to shave for many reasons.

1) It is rather difficult to see what you're doing in the shower without glasses. (Yes I know there are ways to get around this, but this just really gives me the shits).

2) One of His fetishes is hairy women. He loves seeing a beautiful woman with armpit and leg hair. Which leads me to number 3.

3) Because of His fetish and watching video's and looking at pictures of hairy women, it's now one of my fetishes. It's funny how this one seems to sneak up on you. One day you look at a woman with hair on her legs or under her arms and you think 'oh yeah, another hairy woman' and then the next time you look you go 'ooh, hairy woman. nice'. And it's at that moment that you think to yourself 'hang on. when did that change?'

4) I love the look of hairy women. It's especially nice to see a beautiful woman with milky white skin and dark hair. The contrast between her skin colour and hair colour is just gorgeous. In saying that though, I do love seeing a hairy red-headed woman. Love red hair. (Perhaps something to do with loving my own red hair. Us red-heads have to stick together!)

5) I love to look at my hair and feel my hair. It turns me on. Playing with the hair under my arms, twirling them around my fingers. Feeling them with my whole hand. Going into the bathroom and lifting my arm, admiring how long they're getting, how thicker they're looking. Running my hands over my legs, feeling the difference in coarseness between the hair on my ankles to the hair just above my knees. Feeling my hair? Sweetness.

Yesterday, because I love my hair so much, I gave myself a treat. It was time for a shower and I needed to wash the hair on my head. That got me thinking. 'I wonder if I shampoo and condition all my hair, will that make it softer?' So that's exactly what I did.

Now I love having a shower or bath anyway. To me, I feel my sexiest when I'm in the shower. There's just something about the water cascading all over my body that just makes me feel so utterly feminine and sexy like nothing else does. So yesterday my shower was even better than normal. I shampooed and rinse the hair on my head. Then put the conditioner in. I like to leave it sit there for awhile (makes it softer). So while that's working away, I shampoo and rinse both underarms. I continue down and shampoo and rinse the hair that's on my cunt and around my arsehole. Then I continue by doing the same on my legs. I come back up and condition my armpit hairs. I want them to be extra soft like the hair on my head goes, so I put my arms back down and let it sit there for awhile while I continue.

I condition and rinse my cunt and arse hair, and spend a fair amount of time doing the same with my legs. Mmmm...any excuse now to feel how hairy I am. I rinse the conditioner from underneath my arms and from my head. I hop out and lazily and slowly dry myself off. I condition my face and put on some mascara. I'm feeling the sexiest woman in the world at this moment. I pull out my light chocolate lipstick and apply it. I pucker my lips and make a kissing sound. I blot my lips on a tissue and I pucker and kiss again.

I stand in front of the mirror, half side-on, half full frontal, and I look gorgeous. How hot do I look? If I wasn't me, and I saw me...I'd want to fuck me.


Later in the evening, we were sitting in the lounge room. Him on the recliner, me on the floor leaning against the other one. I turn towards Him, and place my right leg on the chair. "Feel my leg" I say. He places his hand on my shin. "Which part of your leg?" I shake my head. "No feel my leg. Feel it. Like you normally feel it, rub your hand up and down". He does so. "Does it feel any different I ask?" He replies "Maybe a bit coarser. Why?" "Well I got thinking today and you're going to laugh but that's okay. I wondered what it would be like to shampoo and condition all my hair. So I did. And considering you feel my legs more than I do I wondered your opinion."

Master told me, after we both masturbated to hairy women that I inspire Him to jerk. My hair, inspires Him to jerk. (Big happy smiles on this face).

So the verdict on shampooing and conditioning all my body hair? My legs seem more coarse as Master said, but He also said He didn't mind which way they came, He'd still feel them. My armpit hair? I like it both ways. It stands out more now; it doesn't lie flat too much. Cunt hair? take it or leave it, it's much of a muchness. (Plus, once it's long enough to wax, it's gone).

Will I do this all again? Yes, I definitely will. Obviously there's a subtle difference in leg hair, but it doesn't bother Him and I touch my armpit hair more than He does, so I probably won't be doing it for His benefit. I'll do it for mine. A treat for myself, a bit of self-pampering. And what girl doesn't love to feel pampered? Ultimately though, the sexier and more confident I feel, the more He benefits. So, in a round-a-bout way I will be doing it for His benefit.

Bath time

I’ve always enjoyed shower time from as early as I can remember. There’s just something so relaxing about the water washing over me. For just those few moments in time, it’s almost as if all the troubles of the day drain down the plug hole. To be completely honest, I’m too self-indulgent and spend too much time in the shower. I know I should be more water wise, but surely we’re all allowed to be a little selfish now and then aren’t we?

I think it’s safe to say that I enjoy shower time more than most people. I remember being on a camp when I was in primary school, I think I was about 12, and we had a 3 minute time limit on showers. As soon as I heard this, my immediate thought was “that can’t be right. How can anyone get clean let alone enjoy their shower in such a short amount of time?” Needless to say, I tried to adhere to the time limit, but did go over, but not by much because we were being timed. Another example of how much I enjoy my showers was also when I was about 5 years old and I flat out refused to hop out of the shower because I liked it so much. My mum tried to coax me out, and so did my grandmother, but both of them failed. Then my grandmother went and talked to my grandfather. When she came back in, he was with her and I can distinctly being able to see him through the glass doors, and hearing her tell me that he had a glass of ice cold water that he would use if I refused to get out. That did it for me. Although I didn’t want to get out, it was a better option than being drenched in ice cold water. Another time at home I was enjoying the feeling of the water trickling all over my body, I actually fell asleep.

Now what does my enjoyment of shower time have to do with anything? I do have a point, trust me.

Now, although I’ve always loved having a shower, I also love having a bath. Relaxing in a tub full of water (and preferably bubbles), closing my eyes and just enjoying the sensation, just feels so good. I’ve never had the luxury of being able to have a bath too often over the years, which is why when I get the chance, I milk it for all its worth.

Spending over 3 weeks with Him was wonderful, in so many ways, but a special bonus was that the house he’s in has a bath tub (heaven!), although it could be bigger. I couldn’t wait to have a bath, and although He had some bath stuff there that I’ve used before, it’s not real bubbly and I wanted to go all out and have a true bubble bath. So first chance I got when I went shopping that’s what I bought. The brightest bottle of kid’s bubble bath I could find! He just shook His head at me when I showed Him, but when you haven’t been able to enjoy too many bubble baths growing up, you compensate later, and well that’s what I did anyway.

So one night, I figure I’ll draw the bath and have some fun with my bubbles. Truth be told, I could have had more bubbles (and another time I did), but this time I just settled for a moderate amount. I eased into the bath, and was lying on my back, with my head resting on the end. Now the tub isn’t that big, so in this position most of the top half of my body was exposed. It might sound silly, but I felt quite naked, so I covered what wasn’t underwater in heaps of bubbles. To me, I felt quite sexy. Here I was lying in a bath full of bubbles, with the half my body that was out of the water selectively covered in bubbles.

It was at this point that I wanted Him to come and join me in the bathroom. Although I wouldn’t have complained if He had have hopped in with me, that’s not what I wanted. I wanted Him to come and take pictures of me, feeling sexy, covered in bubbles. I’m His little girl, and I wanted Him to be able to look back in years to come and smile at the photos of me enjoying myself, surrounded and covered by bubbles. And I wanted Him to enjoy taking pictures of His little girl, splashing about, having fun at bath time.

I should have just told Him that this is what I wanted, but I didn’t. I really did feel like His little girl at that moment. I was afraid He would think I was being silly, wanting Him to take pictures of me in the bath, so I didn’t tell Him what I wanted, I didn’t ask, and the pictures never got taken. Quite a few times I almost called out to the other room where He was and asked Him, but then I thought again that He would think I was being silly so I didn’t.

In the following days between my first bubble bath and the next one, I often thought I should just ask Him, but I never did. Even when I was having the next bubble bath (with heaps more bubbles) I wanted so desperately to be His little girl and have Him take pictures of me having fun in the bath, but He never did because I never asked.

I was not to know if He would have thought I was silly for wanting this, but that feeling was too strong, and that’s why I never asked. Who knows…maybe He would have enjoyed taking pictures of me, just as much as I would have had fun playing while He took the pictures.

I just wanted to be His little girl, enjoying her bath.

Toilet Fun

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