I had a late birthday parcel from my sister this week with some fancy pants held within. I am not usually the kind of girl to be found in white underwear, preferring a bit of black lace, turquoise or even a splash of cerise. But I do like the occasional exceptions to my own rules when the outcome fits so well as this.
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Note of interest: this post, including the taking of the picture, was created entirely on an iPod. The future’s bright indeed!
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He slams me backwards and all at once I’m flush against the door of the fridge. His hands all over, around, under and running through me. I’d hardly got through the door and he takes hold of me by the wrist and does this.
I’m wary, rabbit in headlights. My eyes dart to look behind him.
No washing on the line, he says, spotting where my eyes have settled on the next-door neighbour’s plot of garden next to ours. His words call me back to him and I sink into his lips that brush against my skin.
He’s hooked his hands under my work skirt and is raising the hemline ever higher until he reaches the edge of my tights. Wasting no time at all he shuffles my underwear down to just below my knees to allow his fingers freedom over my skin.
My balance begins to sway as his fingers set to work, lightly at first on my sex, testing me, teasing me, tantalising me into arousal.
It works.
As my head starts to cloud with lust, my hands cling on to his body, holding him tightly to me. My thoughts run momentarily to the frozen pizza abandoned in the living room in the shopping bag but before I can start to think about it defrosting he’s pressing with more urgency into me. His fingers speed up on my clit and I start rocking my hips, shifting up and down small lengths of the fridge, hair catching against the surface.
A hand of his takes a swipe at my side, catching on my hip and the top of my behind. He likes the sound his hand makes and grins that devil grin of his. He turns me around and exposes my arse; again I look behind me past him into the garden. No one there. He still can get away with it.
I let him.
Several spanks land on my tender bottom, echoes of pain from last night when we tested his birthday gift to me – Our first ever riding crop. The copious welts from that had given me a delicate day sat at my desk. Each adjustment sent a slight shiver through me at the ghosting memory it triggered.
Madness took over me and I now tried to wriggle away from him. He hauled me back in place and intensified his spanking. The white noise filtered in and out of my mind but I couldn’t get rid of the nervousness of being so visible in the kitchen. I failed him and contorted myself away.
A growl and grab at my waist.
Get back here. Where do you think you’re going?
A wooden chair from the dining table was dragged over the floor, the sharp noise was harsh to my ears. My clustered tights and knickers were removed and discarded near the cooker.
Bring your legs either side of this. Sit.
I did. I was straddling the chair facing its back, Mister looking down at me.
Bad girls get punished.
He set to work. With my legs all but held apart I lay open for him to strum his fingers over my pussy. I grabbed hold of the chair back and bore his relentlessly speedy fingering. I cried out and yelped through the intensity of the pleasure running through me.
But still I rebelled. I had to leap out from here and I eyed him with the anxiety of a trapped animal. Still wild, still untamed.
Upstairs. Now.
Nodding, I did as I was told this time, hoping that in moving to the bedroom he would now relieve me of my nervousness being where all eyes could potentially see should they stumble into looking through the window.
Halfway up the stairs walking behind me he caught hold once more and guided me to bend forward until my hands rested on a stair a few above where me feet were.
Crawl.
As he said the word, my skirt was lifted again so he could get a good look at me.
I moved slowly for him, letting him get his fill.
Before I had even reached the top step he had stopped me. Looking behind me I watched as he unbuckled his belt a few steps below me and reached into a pocket to withdraw a condom. I briefly wondered when he had picked that up from the bedroom. Had he been planning this all afternoon?
Little time was given for me to ponder as he took my hand to his cock to be guided to just the right spot and he thrust into me with little ceremony.
Intense fucking at the top of the stairs. We didn’t even make it to the bedroom. His grunts, my low growling moans. The thrill of screwing me in my work clothes gets him off so well.
Without doubt one of the finer ways to be welcomed home.
This week saw in my birthday and I joined the 28 Club. Last year I posted this image showing the aftermath of a terrible mistake with birthday candle wax (the experience was fantastic, but the scars were not) I might take a ‘Then’ and ‘Now’ set of pictures to compare my birthday brandings at another point but for now I leave you with some steamy post-shower photos.
You will need to click to embiggen and if you look ever so carefully you might spot some forbidden fruit.
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After over five years of blogging, I’ve finally managed to do the ‘Sex Blogger Ikea Wavy Mirror Shot’
Well, to a shaky, out of focused extent.
Not a perfect shot, and it looks as though I’m sprouting flowers – But here it is!
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Tails
The red glow of the electric fire waves with the growl of its fan. Turning, churning out its heat. The crimson light falls on the poised body, picking out its contours, the curves. Shadows arch down into the spine’s groove along the back. Face, half hidden in the darkness, lowered serenity.
He is on his knees where I placed him. Eyes lift up, pause a moment on my breasts and then meet my own gaze down to him. His expression seems to me to be torn between a playful plea, a daring look for me to ‘do my worst’ to him and that other of anxious anticipation. Hunger is in his eyes and that look fuels my confidence. It bubbles beneath my calm exterior, my pose is still in this moment, this snapshot, before the tumbled release down into the dark.
Flip to Heads
Change electric red glow to crisp winter’s daylight. I have returned from a busy day that had drawn me away from him.
He eyes up the sofa and his unusual shiftings in the seat beside me gain my attention. I notice and question him, wondering what he is plotting as it is ever clear that mischief is taking precedence in his mind right now. His voice rumbles a suggestion we try moving the cushions of the sofa to the floor beside the arm of the chair. Padding for my knees. A small plinth, a soft raised pedestal for which to have me kneel with my stomach over the arm of the sofa. We immediately try it out.
I am as ever impressed with his ingenuity as I put myself in place and raise my skirt over and above my legs to rest, gathered, on my hips.
Tails again
On his knees, he stretches to his full height that he can manage. Balance is an issue with him in the wooden wrist bar that tethers his hands behind his back at his waist, unable to reach out and cup my breasts. He finds his way by taste, his tongue tracing the underside of my soft flesh here. I lean forward slightly and he takes my nipple into his mouth. I smile and place a hand on the back of his head, stroking, smoothing his hair. Then I clasp and give a light tug and twist. With his head controlled by my hand, I bend down and turn his head so his ear is tickled by my mouth as I tell him to move onto all fours.
Revolve back to Heads
The creaking leather of the two piled-up seat cushions on the floor take a few moments to get used to, to find that comfortable angle with my knees slightly apart. Mister hooks his fingers into the waistband of my tights, slips the nylon down over my bottom, pulling my knickers down at the same time. He leaves them bunched around my knees. That clichéd image instantly. I settle myself in, placing my hands before me, resting my head on the back of them, feline-like. I need to make sure I have composed myself in body and mind before he can begin. Compliments flow from him about how I look, kneeling over the arm of the chair in this OTK By-Proxy. We are ready.
Return to Tails
I trail the soft-tailed flogger along his back and the tickles it brings forth make him wriggle and wag. Good boy. I have had to take him out of the wrist bar for now so he could easily get on the floor on his hands and knees but he is still blissfully submissive without the restraints with his head lowered and eyes heavy. He starts to purr at the strokes of this flogger and I see him noticeably drift and sway when I take the first swipe the ripple of movement as the slight shockwave presses his body forward.
Heads
With one hand resting on the arm of the sofa, the added leverage enhances the strike his palm has on my behind. He had started fully clothed but a moment’s breather as I let out a louder whimper had given him the opportunity to remove his shirt. I glance over my shoulder sweeping errant strands of hair away from my face with a heavy hand to look back at him. My face, flushed, beams at him in bliss and my eyes dart over to the cane lying in repose at the side of the room – we really should keep this place more tidy, but this moment I don’t care. I tell him to take the cane, returning my head forward and closing my eyes knowing the sting will bite me.
I yelp after the third round of swift strikes and a hand flies backwards to placate my reddened bottom. My flesh is heated, I can already feel the raised skin where the last swipe licked its signature into me. I rub my hand in circles and sink my fingers between my legs to feel the wetness he has brought forth in me. As I take my hand away, my wrist is lightly encircled by Mister’s fingers, held in place at my lower back, curled round in captivity. His body moves closer to mine and he kneels to the side of the cushions I am on, taking my moist finger into his mouth. He sucks loudly, exaggerating the noise almost comically.
Tails
I stand back and gaze at the marks I have made on him. Out of the rounded redness appear three distinctive lines. Two that cross one side to the other and a third to the left just at the top of his thigh where his leg meet his ass. I grin and watch his breathing return to normal after the last gasp and recoil. I don’t go further with anymore knowing his limits are lower than my own. Knowing that the wooden paddle just before had made him hiss with its slap. I sit myself down and place my hands on his hips, bringing my face down, feeling the warmth emanating from his skin and I kiss. I lick. I let my hair stroke over his bottom and trail up his back as I plant kisses up the way of his spine. My teeth delicately take hold of his earlobe, drawing it softly into my mouth and I suck warmly, my breath infusing itself into his hair.
Heads? Tails? Who won in the end?
The coin settles on its edge with us.
The roles reverse, the coin oscillates but the desire remains the same.
