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)

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.

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.

I apologise again for the political rants. It’s not what the blog is supposed to be about.

Back to the other night; BOB playing football. Well there was a bitterly cold wind blowing, so I spent the second half watching from the shelter of his car. When the match was finished he just got straight into the car (there are no showers or changing rooms at the dump he was playing on).
But the smell of fresh air, dirt and sweat sort of caught me unaware. A potent mix for me it would seem. I said he could shower at mine before he went home to mummy and daddy.
Within a minute of getting into the flat I was astride him on the bed. His cock felt cold as he entered me, but it got hotter and harder. I love his cock!
There I was, bouncing happily up and down; the bedroom curtains were still open and I could see into the flats across the street. And vice-versa I suppose.
He felt so thick when I tightened my muscles around him. The sex was quick, but yummy. We fucked for barely two minutes, but his lovely juices were still running out of me long after he left. I could still smell him and taste him.

Back at the start of this blog I said my two great loves were football and sex; I just didn’t know which I liked best.

BOB gives me both.

Anyway it’s Friday. Almost going home time. I’m out with Linda tonight. Yes, she’s still on the scene. We don’t work together any longer but we have become very good friends. We kiss, cuddle and hold hands occasionally but nothing more than that.

Looking forward to a few glasses of nice chilled un-oaked Chardonnay.

‘Touchingtheelephant’, thanks for your comments. I’m sorry but ‘Nurse’ is the one I least wanted to dress as. However I will be in uniform. Guys like girls in uniforms if my past is anything to go by. My old school uniform will be making a re-appearance this evening. Picture available here: Read ‘Theme Park’.

Won’t cost me anything as my school skirt still fits. White bra, panties and suspender belt with black stockings. Not ’school’ shoes; I’m thinking killer heels.

A sort of mantrap you might say. How can a man resist an innocent schoolgirl? I have a feeling that sex will be on my agenda tonight.

Linda the lesbian is going as Superman. I think it’s got to do with stuffing something down those pants.

Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

You get out of the habit of posting. I almost don’t miss blogging, but it seems some of you want to be kept informed of my comings and goings. (Not many comings!)

So I’ve been to Spain and back. I was a reasonably good girl. Only succumbed once to my host’s advances. By the pool, in the moonlight, after a bottle of wine each. Fully clothed type sex; skirt up round my waist, top pulled down and breasts exposed, shoes on, panties pulled to one side. Frantic, hot and sexy.

That’s probably enough detail.

Weather quite good apart from a mini typhoon type thing the middle weekend. Lots of nude sunbathing (villa was not over-looked). Something very liberating about getting your kit off and laying naked in the sun.

Tan is fading already; my legs are ‘peeling’ – you know, that fine flaky way. Exfoliation here we come.

Nice to speak to you all again.

V

xxx

I’ve had what I’d call a ‘Nearly Sex’ weekend.

Out with Virgin on Friday night; he ran me home and I asked him in for a coffee. We had the coffee and a bit of a fumble on the sofa. Very excitable young man I must say. As our tongues fought each other I noticed this enormous bulge in his trousers. Being the curious girl I am I asked if he would like me take a look at his nasty swelling.  (Stupid question!). I unzipped him and ’set him free’. It was a beauty, one of the most beautiful cocks I’ve seen (if cocks can be beautiful). Good enough to eat, but I didn’t. I did give him the benefit of my hand technique, which he enjoyed immensely for two whole minutes. Seemed a bit of a waste at the time but I wasn’t really in the mood for sex myself (which worries me).

Saturday I spent some time with Linda the Lesbian. A few wines and then home, but as we went our separate ways she gave me this kiss that made me go all hot and gushy. I thought my toes were going to curl up. She’s messing with my mind and my mind doesn’t know what it wants.

Sunday I invited ‘Him’ over to discuss his offer. Not much to discuss really; I had made my mind up to go with him. We chatted for a long time. All very familiar, nice. It felt good. If he’d asked me to go to bed with him I would have. Sex was always good with him.

Anyway I’m going to Spain

No, not another lesbian!

Just when you think you are moving on and starting to get some semblance of normality back in your life, what happens?

‘Him’ of ‘Him’ fame called me last night. Now I’m sure old boyfriends (and girlfriends) turn up in your lives from time to time but I was almost stuck for words (for a change). I really didn’t know what I felt when I heard that familiar voice.
Confusion.
Excitement.
Love?
I actually think I still love him. I know I shouldn’t but I can’t help it.

Anyway he phoned with an offer – a nice offer.

His parents have an apartment in Spain and he’s going out there for a couple of weeks in October. He has asked me to join him.

‘No strings’, he says.
I think that might mean I can’t take my thong underwear.

Seriously, I am tempted and if I can get the time off work I may go.

Am I being stupid?
I suspect he was seeing someone else prior to our break up but I have no proof. Should that influence my decision or should I go and enjoy the sun and whatever else I feel up for?

Or should I sat in cold, wet rainy Glasgow?

Not much of a contest, eh?

Just been looking at my blog stats. Yesterday was my most views ever. Seems Linda is good for the blog. God, I hope I don’t disappoint my readers.

Some of the search terms people use to come here may say something about some of them.
‘lesbian obsession’
‘kissed by my lesbian boss’
‘masturbate at office’
All very interesting but ‘camel volleyball’ worried me a bit. Perhaps I am naive and this means something else.

I don’t want to come across as a slut. I started this blog as a kind of diary and I promised myself I would be as open and honest as I could be. I’m a fairly intelligent woman who enjoys sex. That means talking about sex, relationships, feelings, whatever, and it’s easier to open up here than doing it face to face.

I love sex so I write about my sex life (or lack thereof).

It’s a wonder I’m not grumpier than I am. You see, I haven’t had sex for two months. Orgasms yes, but not that wondrous thing that is a big penis ramming into you. Sweaty thighs, big hands grasping your buttocks as you get ridden harder and harder. Juices flowing from you. Wet bed sheets. Paper hankies. The whole messy business.

It was the lesbian who got me realising how long it had been. I really should give her a name if she’s going to feature in this blog. Anyway, we were out for a drink together on Saturday afternoon and the conversation got round to sex. She got the whole story about me bedding my boss; that’s when I realised how long it had been. And when she asked why so long the harsh truth hit home; no man has shown any interest in me since then. That’s when she said she fancied me. Well I knew this from all the flirting in the office. To cut a long story short she offered to be the ‘man’ in my life until a real one comes along. What she actually meant by this kind of took me by surprise; she said she has one of those strap-on things and that if I want she will fuck me with it. It was quite a conversation from someone I’ve only known for a couple of weeks. What’s concerning me more is that I am actually considering it.
I actually find her quite attractive. She has the most beautiful lips (I think I want to kiss them). Her eyes are so blue. And her legs, well they’re as good as mine. She is sexy.

I don’t know. The thought of strap-on sex turns me on and scares the shit out of me at the same time.