Where Am I Now?

Anybody out there still interested in li’l ol’ me?

A Broad

This broad is going abroad this weekend so there will be no posts for a while, unless I stumble upon an internet cafe and I have something riveting to impart to you (which seems unlikely). The long range weather forecast reports ‘beautiful and warm with plenty of sunshine, 33°C.
‘Fear Of Flying’ was the first erotic book I read (I was thirteen), but it’s also something I suffer from. Despite all the technical explanations (thrust and lift and pressure and stuff) I still can’t quite fathom how something as big as a plane can stay in the air.

It’s my birthday on Saturday, so I’ll be celebrating alone (unless 200 Easyjet passengers decide to join in).

See you all when I get back.

Hugs,
V xxx

Balancing Act

I make life interesting for myself.

I make life complicated for myself.

BOB in one hand.

SALESGUY in the other.

(Not at the same time, I add)

When The Cat’s Away …

BOB is going on a footballing weekend away today, so I won’t see him again until the middle of next week. So we had sex last night. I dressed up nicely and we spent the whole evening in bed.

BOB likes me to keep my bra, panties and stockings on when we do it. And it’s quite a turn on when he pulls my panties to the side just before he enters me. I gave him his first blowjob since we met. Actually his first blowjob ever. His cock is a bit too big for my delicate little mouth and I don’t think it was my best effort. But he seemed to enjoy it. It was a good night and we tried a few things. I think he liked my vibrator teasing his gorgeous butt. I may take that a little further.

However, while he is away I am going with a guy from our sales department. He asked me yesterday and I said ‘Yes’.
So I have a date tonight.
And the weather is lovely and warm.
And that might mean no panties.

Losers and Winners

So Manchester United lost.

I still allowed BOB to check out my granny panties.
No goals for Man U but at least BOB scored.

Global Warming Killed The Sexy Look

Sometimes I start writing a post and then realise I have nothing to say. Like today for instance. So what follows is just rubbish.

Almost the end of May and Glasgow is still baltic! 3 weeks away from the longest day and I still need my central heating on. Since the Global Warming con we’ve had the three coldest and wettest summers I can remember. How am I supposed to wear short skirts or flimsy tops and dresses in weather like this. I’m afraid it was back on with the granny knickers today.

On the plus side today is payday – or 90% day as I call it, since our wonderful pay-cut.

Another plus; I’m off to Spain in 10 days. Got a cheapish flight but still to find somewhere to stay. Going alone, which always scares me a bit, but Corfu last year was good.

Looking forward to Champions League final tonight. Going to watch it at BOB’s (BOB’s parents actually). If Man U win I may let him check out the granny panties.

Commando

I love lingerie.

Satin on skin.

Nylons on freshly shaved legs.

Silk panties which ‘hold’ a woman’s perfume like no other material can.

But that said, there’s something deliciously wicked about not wearing any panties at all. And today is such a day. I feel like I act differently when I do this. Part of me wants to show off; tell others what I’m doing. Get some reaction.

Tart at heart?

Oglers (or legs – anag.)

Weather is looking quite promising this weekend. Lovely this morning so I have a rather pretty floral patterned dress on today and some strappy off-white sandals. I feel quite sexy in dresses. I get the bus to work and when my legs are on show I feel as if I’m being stared at. Uncomfortable but nice – that’s if the stares are approving stares.
I do like it when adolescent schoolboys are doing the staring. I cross my legs and stare back.
Such red faces!

I’m afraid my underwear is a bit boring though; white cotton bra and panties.

Although this is a holiday weekend I’m afraid Yours Truly has to work on the Monday, which is a bit crap if the weather is to be nice. I’d like to get a bit of sun on Saturday or Sunday but my little bit of (shared) garden isn’t really conducive to sporting a bikini.

Boundaries

I like blogging.

You can say things and show things here that you wouldn’t be brave enough to do in every day life.
I’ve shown my pussy to the world and I don’t have any qualms about saying how much I love a big cock inside me.
It’s easy to show and tell strangers.

So I’ve added some people who do the same, some braver than me.

I’ve added ‘Bathroom Adventures’ as my Flickr feed and some blogs to my blogroll.
The ‘Daily Panty’ is wonderful and witty. I’d love to have done something like this myself but I don’t think I’d have the commitment to photograph my ass every day.
‘Charlotte’s Panties’ is in it’s infancy but I’m looking for great things from her.
I’ve followed ‘Bathroom Adventures’ myself for a long time but now it’s time to share.
I love women who go for it.

The Other Vicky

Followers of this blog will know that I had my first lesbian experience a few months back. And whilst it was most enjoyable (I think different was the word I eventually used) I don’t think there is a substitute for a real cock.
That said, I googled ‘officegirlvicky’ and discovered my ‘doppelganger’.  While I was looking at pictures of her on my computer I realised that I was getting rather wet. And the more I looked into her eyes and at her provocative poses, the wetter I was becoming. I’m not really one for fingering my pussy as I browse on-line but I really couldn’t stop myself. Here are a few pics of her which might explain why my knickers got so wet.

This was the first picture I saw of her and it was the look in her eyes and the way her mouth was slightly raised to one side that got me interested.

I was now eager for more. Same look in those eyes and the black  stockings and short skirt.

Same look again. And look at those sheer stockings. How I wished that were my hand.

At this point my hand was inside my panties, imagining what her pussy was like beneath her panties. Shaved?
Cocks can be nice but pussies can be stunning!

Not as hot as the last one, but I know this is a pose  that BOB likes me to do. Something very basic about being taken from behind. And of course you can imagine it is whoever you want it to be.

Fairly demure picture but by now I was on a roll.

I wanted so much to be there. Smell her perfume. Taste her.  I had three fingers inside me by now and I came looking at this picture.  A surprisingly intensive orgasm considering I was only looking at photographs.

Don’t you just love this pose?
The only reason I’ve posted it is because I’m certain I have the exact same panties as her.
Take away the face and it could be me.

Quite a long post to describe just 10 minutes of my life.