The Valentine's that wasn't
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Posted:Feb 14, 2017 10:04 pm
Last Updated:Sep 15, 2017 9:30 pm
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Soooo....this Valentine's Day was a bit of a wash out. 😖 This is the first one in a few years that the husband and I actually put in effort to plan too, so that makes it especially sucky, not in any good way. Think I must've jinxed it by mentioning it somehow but oh well.
I had signed us up for a nude partner yoga class in the evening and he had reserved us seats to a nice dinner someplace, and I was openly hoping we could have started our fun somewhere public before finishing up at home. Alas, he got word last Thursday he had to make a week long business trip. At least we had half the weekend (he flew out Sunday morning) and we tried to move our celebration up (minus the nude yoga).
So this was my supposedly Valentine's - we got up late on Saturday, had our late breakfast and gave each other a teaser for the night by jumping back into bed and grinding myself to cum sitting in his face. He then spun me around and we 69'd for a bit before he got up, pulled me to the edge of the bed with my head hanging over and fucked my face (which I don't mind that much but the balls slapping my nose can get seriously annoying) til he blew his load down my throat. He wanted to carry on after resting but we agreed we'd save the rest for the night. That way we'd wind ourselves up more for the evening. We then went through our days separately, I went to the gym and ran some errands and he did some work before running to the driving range.
Then evening came and it just went downhill. I came back home and found him lying on the floor with his legs up the couch. He had pulled his back at the range 😣. I thought we'd cancel our evening activity but he insisted we carry on, which in hindsight, was a huge fucking mistake. Took us almost a half hour to get him down to the car cos we had to move so slowly. Drove out, couldn't find anywhere cos it WAS Saturday night, so ended up just driving from one place to another. By which time he was in so much pain, and I was concerned for him, we both got tired and cranky. We ended up driving back home where we had a mini argument, he popped some painkillers and we both went to bed.
The next morning he had to pack and leave and we both felt a little bad about the night before. I was still horny from the anticipation from the whole of Saturday so I joined him in the shower only to get him hard, dragged him back into the room and mounted him. I would've liked it a lot more....robust but we didn't want to throw his back out so...that could have gone better 😑
He left for the airport while I took my frustrated ass in one of my smallest bikini and sat by the pool the whole day, sulking. So that was my Valentine's weekend. A whole lotta anticipation and a fair bit of sexual frustration 😜. At least I got a good tan.
Feb 14, official Valentine's Day
I already had our places booked for the nude partner yoga that I had signed us all up for last week but the husband wasn't around so I was planning on cancelling, but the couple that the husband and I was supposed to go with actually convinced me to go. The person teaching the class was a good Friend of mine so I texted her to tell her I was gonna go solo and she was fine with it. I ended up partnering her and it was quite fun, although some of the other couples did make it a little awkward. I thought nudity was supposed to put people at ease😋 Ah well.
The couple gave me a lift back home after class so I invited them up for a drink, which they accepted. I had an inkling that it was gonna pan out this way but didn't give it too much thought until we were all seated in my living room, having a drink and talking. The topic naturally drifted towards sex and I figured we all should shower if things were to progress any further. I invited them to join me and they did. It was a mashup of a threesome and although we've been to parties and gatherings together, we've never been with each other before. I ended up playing the the female half of the couple a bit more, although I did manage to ride her husband quite hard, even if it was a bit too short. (The duration of me riding him, not his dick 😜Lol)
So yea, I DID manage to get some dick during this Valentine's, but I'd have much rather have had my man's. 😊 I spoke to the husband (mine) this morning and told him about it and he said his back was better, and he's gonna keep that pent up sex drive and 'give it to me' when he gets back this weekend. I guess it all works out. Then again, let's not jinx it 😜
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It's Valentine's again
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Posted:Feb 7, 2017 4:53 pm
Last Updated:Sep 15, 2017 9:31 pm
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Valentine's Day is round the corner and strangely, I already have plans. It's really strange cos most years I don't pay attention to it at all, let alone make plans. But someone had asked me earlier today and I told them yea, I already had plans before stopping short cos I can't exactly tell them my plans. We're not that close 😋
So, V day. Let's start with the plans. What's confirmed:
- It's a weekday so the husband and I will both me working (although I'm thinking of taking a day off, but more of that later). In the evening I actually managed to convince the Husband to attend a nude yoga class a Friend of mine is conducting. The husband is not crazy about it but I thought it'd be fun, He's being a good sport about it too. I've got a ribbon that I'll tie into a bow around my neck for him to unwrap. Maybe I'll even let me cuff me that night😉
Speaking of which, I got one of the tackiest gift I ever received from a partner for valentines. It's a choker with beads on it that spell "fuck me". LOL It's from this guy that I got to know during the New Year's Eve party I went to. He had attended that party as one of my friend's Nee boy toy. She's on her mid 50s and in great shape (she teaches pole), and notorious for her boy toys 😋 So when she introduced him, I honestly didn't pay him too much attention. First of all, she changes boytoys very occasionally and he's literally, not really my type (although he DID have nice abs🤤) He only turns 22 later this year, and the thing that got to me was, he's packaged like one of those k-pop type with Super fair skin and high hair and such (god I feel old 😳LOL ).
Anyways, I thought he was quite cute but left it as that. Couple of days later he texted me and we got to talking and I found out there's more to this 22-year old model from China than I thought possible. Lol. Yes yes, that was mean of me. So over the course of the last few weeks, we've met up a few times and I Guess you can call it a courtship..? He has since gone back to china with that Friend of mine but told me he's thinking of coming back out here to spend a few weeks. I've agreed to house him while he's here (and yes, I've got the husband's blessing), so.....yea...that kinda escalated quickly 😛 I DID tel him to keep his gift though, cos I actually already have a choker that says "fuck me" in it. Heh
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DPs and fucked up fingering. Yeowzers y
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Posted:Feb 2, 2017 9:57 pm
Last Updated:Feb 6, 2017 12:44 am
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Wow...why is it with today? Said I'd post again and here I am. I'm sitting in the office having gone through a bleary hour long call and it's post lunch and I'm not feeling productive. Ssooooo....let's get into it, shall we?
This is a summary of a few, sometimes long, conversations the husband and I have had over a few weeks towards the end of last year and early into this year. This is also partly due to the few get togethers we've had over the last quarter of last year. It's really strange how many times we've had others join us considering the Husband had always been uncomfortable with the idea of having another guy included in our playtime. Then after so many years, it was a few couples, then just another guy, then a few guys, then I even had DP a few times, with him actively involved. So yea, that was a milestone.
But, as it turns out, he doesn't really enjoy it. Well, in his words, he doesn't have as much fun as when we're alone or just taking turns. Go figure. Says it's mostly for me. Uh...yea, I'll agree to that. I do like it (I won't go into why, cos that will take too long). But the way I see it, like so many things, it's a give and take. He likes tit fucking me and well, I'm not crazy about that. 😜
I'd much prefer my breasts played differently but I Guess we do what we do. It won't stop us from having our fun but it's always good to know. Plus, a big pet of the fun is also knowing and watching your partner enjoying themselves.
Oh, a minor digression - we spent New Year's Eve at a friend's place to catch the fireworks. He had spent the whole day cooking for everyone (he's a Chef of a fancy restaurant so the food was good) and we were all very grateful for that. Anyways, come midnight, I was a few drinks in and with the fireworks and all, we were all in the mood. We did our rounds kissing each other and wishing happy new year and all that, and when I got to him, he held me in and kept the kiss a little deeper and longer. He was already running his hands up my skirt and squeezing my ass when I felt the husband coming up behind me. I spun around to face the husband and was now sandwiched between the both of them. He was now rubbing my pussy and was intermittently massaging my clit and I was enjoying it. Then I HAD to spoil it by remembering that he had probably chopped a fair bit of garlic that day, and his fingers probably smelled😳
He then slid his fingers into me and cos my my own neurotic (but I must add, completely valid) thinking, that was arguably the coldest, most awkward and uncomfortable fingering I've ever had. All 30seconds of it. Before I pushed them back into the wall and got them to whip their dicks out and had me a two-dick bj desert under the fireworks. Quite romantic 😜
The thought was in my head the whole time and I steered clear of his hands the whole night. I told the husband the next day and he just laughed 😑
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Relax, it's only a cameltoe.
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Posted:Feb 2, 2017 6:39 pm
Last Updated:Feb 2, 2017 10:04 pm
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There were a lotta things I've been meaning to post about and I swear I'll get to them, maybe even later today. (I even put notes down so you know I'm serious about it😋)
But, seeing as I'm stuck in traffic and not moving, I'll rush one out. This is mostly for me, a rant, sort of. (That's my disclaimer right here) And I'm in the train so, not typing and driving here. Anyhow, I was in the gym this morning and had bumped into this Friend of mine who I attend yoga with. It was a half arsed workout (I was a little tired) and we ended up talking (ok, gossiping) on the stationary bike. She was telling me how this other lady in our regular yoga class was shocked to find out that she was spotting a cameltoe. Apparently this had happened a few weeks ago and someone had told her, and she was genuinely appalled by it. (Which might also explain why I haven't seen her in class of late, but anyways).
My initial reaction was, how can you not know?
I know I spot one often, if not most of the time. And for the record, I'm blaming how most of the exercise shorts and tights are designed these days. Most of my exercise bottoms are Nikes, and their shorts and tights are cameltoe machines 😜
And I don't like VPLs (call it an issue) so mostly I go without underwear. Yea, they can be ghastly if I catch myself with my cameltoe screaming out to the world but more often than not, I'm too preoccupied with my workout. I'll either readjust or just friggin deal with it. My point is, you'd know. Right? I mean, come on!
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The next internet sensation? No thanks. I'll stick to my inner circle
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Posted:Jan 12, 2017 10:35 pm
Last Updated:Feb 9, 2017 3:03 am
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Happy New Year!
I hate to start the year on a downer but this has been on my mind for a loooong time and I've been wanting to get this down. So here goes. Late last year I met and old Friend of mine of which I haven't seen in years. She had come round for an interview at the company I was working at and I bumped into her at the lobby. I asked if she was free and we caught up over lunch after her interview.
Flashback - we knew each other through a friend of a friend waaay back when I used to go clubbing very often. We used to see each other at a few different clubs, then we took each other's number and eventually we'd go hunt for guys together 😜 Yeah, a looong time ago.
Anyhow, she ended up dating this guy (who I've met on a few occasions) and they got married. We both moved on with our lives and turns out her marriage didn't last. Worst still, her ex turned out to be a real douchebag. So her story was, and I found it a little surprising she chose to tell me so much, she and her ex husband, while they were married, had decided to film themselves having sex. They were married a year and a half, so I'm guessing,a LOT of videos. Or rather he filmed her mostly. Which was fine, a lot of people do that.
Except when things turned sour, he lied about not keeping those videos and/or deleting them, and actually posted them online. I haven't seen them, Nor do I want to, but apparently it was vivid and it kinda went viral. Well, as viral as it gets I guess. I never came across it ever. This was all a few years ago. So, as a result, people (who surf porn quite seriously I would imagine) started recognising her and she even lost her job. She used to be in the financial sector and, like everything else here, it's really small.
She couldn't find another job similar to what she used to do and even when she did, it didn't last. Then she fell into serious depression and it all went downhill. She told me she was getting better but I remember her being more confident and less...mouse-ish.
The whole thing got me thinking, in this mobile word of snap and post, those who want to keep their private lives private, have to be careful. I'm really really glad I have a close knit circle of friends who I trust...well, mostly. Most of them anyway. I thought what she went through was rough. Scary shit.
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Playing the slut. Why the hell not? 😉
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Posted:Dec 19, 2016 3:42 am
Last Updated:Jan 12, 2017 10:01 pm
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I was supposed to organise a get together/ party at home with the husband, another couple and one more guy a few weeks ago. Actually, it was that weekend of my last post. But anyhow, I actually really dislike (was about to use "hate but that's too strong 😜) having people over so I left it too late, aaaand decided against it. It was more threw-a-hissy-fit but I shall not bore you with the details 😉
I actually got the husband to book us a suite instead but due to the last minute booking, we couldn't find one. We ended up with two rooms instead, although they did put us side by side. So yeah, the party did happen. (There was a whole point to this and I'm trying to get there). Well, a LOT happened actually but lemme share this one. We had met up, got comfortable and had got our first few rounds in. In the evening, we all got dressed and went out for dinner and used this time to catch up outside of our rooms. What I didn't know was over dinner and drinks, the group had planned something behind my back. It was much much later that I found out it was the husband's idea.
We had got back to our hotel and we're all walking back to our rooms when I casually asked what the plan was. I thought I'd spend some quality time with the husband for the night before we got together again, so I found it a little odd that as soon as we got to our floor, he stepped out of the lift and took off ahead with the female half of the couple, leaving me trailing a little behind, sandwiched between the two other guys.
One of the guys took my hand while the other was already trying to unzip my dress from behind. I was still a bit confused so I didn't really react but looked ahead at the husband who was already holding the door to the other room open. I saw the smile on his face and started laughing. At this point, the back of my dress was already opened and I looked around to make sure there wasn't anyone along the corridor before letting it slide off my shoulders and onto the floor. Both guys led me into the room where I passed the husband at the door. He grabbed me and kissed me deeply while one guy unhooked my bra while the other pulled my panties down. I tried to strip them too but as soon as my undies were off, one of them grabbed me and tossed me onto the bed (I've always thought that was fun😋)
It started with a triple blowjob, then escalated quickly to them taking turns pounding me. I tried to climb up top to ride them but they kept stopping me. Then that became a game, and when I finally got to ride the husband, one of the other guys started fingering my ass. Didn't take long before they replaced the finger with their dicks and it was a merry-go-round of double action. This is surprising for me cos the husband was always not too comfortable with the idea of partaking in dp. I looked up every now and then and I caught glimpses of the other girl on a chair watching and touching herself. I came a few times before stopping abruptly. I got flipped on my back again and they took turns blowing their load on my face.
I couldn't really open my eyes and was about to make my way to the bathroom when the husband opened up the main door and ran out. He already had his pants on but was still shirtless and barefooted. I was wondering what the fuck was he doing when a split second later someone very gently nudged me out the door. Took me a second to realise what they were trying to do, but I remember think if he's there, knowing what a prude he can be, I should be safe. He told me to get the door myself and so I did. I went along with it and took my time, giggling as I stood there naked with cum on my face, hair and body. I took the keycard from him, leaned on the door and masturbated for awhile. Until I heard the "ding" of the elevator then rushed in😜
Soooo aaannnyhooow, the whole point of that recollection is, I was talking to another friend about it and he asked why I'd subject myself to that. If I actually minded. I actually thought about it for a few days and well, I don't. I'd never get into that if I didn't find it fun or enjoyable in some way. Then I also thought about something someone had sent me. Treat your Wife like a princess or queen and she'll let you treat her like a slut. Or something to that matter.
Does that make sense?
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It's just another manic Monday! Ahheeeahh! Wish it was a sundaaaay!
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Posted:Nov 21, 2016 1:04 am
Last Updated:Dec 19, 2016 2:41 am
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It's been awhile. I know I know, I keep meaning to post but for reasons, it just doesn't happen. Anyhow, it's a Monday and my boss has called for a meeting in half an hour, aaaaand it's almost 5pm. Guess who's not gonna be working late today 😖
Let's take the next 10mins to post some random thoughts, why not... Was at a gathering a few weeks ago and I met up with some dear friends. One of them has a new girlfriend (not surprising, knowing him). She was nice and we got to know each other rather well as the evening went on. But that's not what my random thoughts are about at this moment. It's about her tits. She had them done, which is not at all uncommon. I've had the pleasure of seeing and feeling some rather natural looking ones. But oh not these ones. Hers were large, gravity defying, unnaturally round and really, far too big for her petite frame. But my oh my were they glorious 😛
They were firm and made her nipples perpetually erect. I've never been too fond of this look but boy was I fond of hers. I'm betting it's cos I was fond of her too. Which brings me to my current random thought, of actually thinking of breast enhancement 😜
I probably won't get it, far too chicken to go through with it, plus I kinda love my breasts as they are now. My partners aren't complaining either so...still. The thought has been playing in my mind😉. Ok, gotta keep this short. Gotta run. Will post again soon.
Again, thanks for reading
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On being married.
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Posted:Mar 7, 2016 3:28 am
Last Updated:Jul 21, 2016 9:08 am
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This is weird. Is this what marriage is supposed to be? Barely 6months into our marriage and the husband is out tonight on a date. He met someone while out on a run one morning a few weeks ago and they have been seeing each other increasingly often ever since. Ok, I feel the need to explain. I'm actually perfectly fine with him seeing someone on the side. I did insist we keep this marriage open, after all.
We both have been with other people since we got married (he actually met up with his ex wife and had sex with her twice. And this is after half a decade of them not having any physical or emotional contact. I found that quite...cute, and super weird. I guess on one hand, I should be glad they resolved their issues with each other. On the other hand, I used to be the girl on the side when they were married  . Twilight zone...). The only difference is, he's stopped talking to me about it, and also stopped asking me about my activities, which he used to do. All the time. On one hand, I see it as a possibility that he has finally come to terms with our arrangement. On the other, it could be that he has stopped asking mainly so I wouldn't ask him about his activities. I dunno...tricky, this is....
And this isn't even about me feeling left out, or one of those situations where I feel like I'm losing him. The brutal truth is, it is a possibility. I guess it comes with the territory, given our choice of our marriage. I doubt that will happen though, but I just want to state that I'm aware that could happen. We're not talking as much, but we've always had that. We go through phases when we do, and when we don't. Sex is still good  . Least I got that going for me.
Which brings me to another point - what is it with people asking a newlywed couple if we have on the way? Is that a standard question when dealing with newlyweds?? And the follow up question of ,"Not yet? When? Are you guys trying?" What are they really asking? If we're having sex? So should I then answer," yes, lots. Well, I guess we're trying when he cums inside me. Sometimes it's just so much more fun when he cums outside of me. I do like it on my face sometimes, and he does have a thing for cumming on my breasts. Then there are times when you just have to have anal..." 
Maybe I should hit the library and find me a handbook...
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It's Valentine's day! Suck a dick!
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Posted:Feb 14, 2016 10:20 pm
Last Updated:Dec 19, 2016 2:22 am
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Ha! That would make a good public service announcement . It's what the entire male species are thinking anyway. Ok, that's just me assuming. How was yours? (Valentine's Day, not dick sucking.) Mine, was horrible.
Last night, the man suggested we go out for a nice dinner. Having made no reservations, we couldn't get in anywhere. Having it being national fuck night (isn't that essentially what Valentine's Day is?) We both dressed prepared. He wore T-shirt and slacks, and I threw on a dark grey dress. Both of us didn't bother with underwear. It was only much later that I found out he had a plan.
Anyhow, after driving around for a few hours, trying to figure out where we can go, we decided we'd just buy something, then drive back out to somewhere quiet to "enjoy the evening". At this point we were both already hungry and getting cranky. But wanting to preserve the evening, we held it together. We ended up in a not-so-quiet spot, but hung around so we could finish our food. As the night wore on, we were getting back into the mood and I suggested we head somewhere else. We could have simply gone home, but oh no. The man had this idea of having a little public fun. This was his plan the whole night, and even packed a picnic mat. Ok. I went along with it, and that meant more driving around looking for ideal spots.
There weren't many, and many of our old haunts were not available anymore. So this meant driving around for another hour or so, by which time we were both getting tired. In the end, he picked a spot under and overhead bridge. It was....fairly disgusting looking, to be honest. But he was adamant about going through with the plan, so I went along. We parked close by, he grabbed the mat we crept to a flat spot.
I was really not crazy about laying down and we started doing everything standing, but you know how these things can.....escalate. The reason why I had worn that particular dress was because it was easy to hike the bottom up, and the straps can be untied for...easier access. Which was the point, and I also didn't want to remove it entirely. But, as how these things can escalate, he had pulled the dress over my head and I had no idea where he dropped it. I was on my back, legs spread with him humping and grinding away. I gotta admit, I didn't think I would have enjoyed it but I did  And of course things had to go wrong.
We both heard rustling of leaves, which made us stop. We were dead still, just trying to listen for anything, when the rustling got a lot more violent. I also thought I saw something move in the darkness and, naturally, I fucking panicked. I pushed him up and I jumped up. I started whisper-screaming, asking him where my dress was. He, also fucking panicked, stood up, pulled his pants up and we were frantically trying to look for my dress, his T-shirt and his shoes. In the middle of our...panic whisper screaming at each other, we head something snap and that was it. We fucking ran. He grabbed my arm and we dashed back to the car. At this point, I was still stark naked and was screaming at him to open the car doors. He was fumbling, trying to hold his pants up and fish out the car keys.
I heard the car doors click open and I jumped in and was just screaming at him to "GOGOGOGO!!!" In hindsight, that must have been what bank robbers felt like. Well....minus the nudity and bodily fluids... We sped off, my heart was racing. I was, admittedly, freaking out. And right before I could calm down, our car turned a corner and we hit another car in front of us. It wasn't hard, fortunately, just a bump. No one was hurt. But something kicked in in my head and I just reacted. I immediately reached in the back seat cos I always keep a sweater in his car. I grabbed it and threw it over my head. I haven't even fully pulled it down when I looked up and saw their car door swing open. I pulled the sweater down my front and continued to dig around the back seat. I found a map (we had just drove into Malaysia last week) and used that to cover my bottom half. The husband looked over and I shot him a look, telling him "no way I'm fucking moving from my seat", so he stepped out shirtless. That little confrontation with the car in front, plus photo taking, plus exchange of particulars took about half hour. Which meant a half hour of me sitting in the car like some sulky brat. But I literally couldn't move. On top of an accident with a shirtless and shoeless man, no way was I gonna make the news as the "naked wife in the car". LOL
That gave me time to calm down and count the number of mosquito bites I had from our short time under that bridge. We drove back, torn between laughing our half naked asses off in the car and wondering what the fuck was that rustling we heard. By the time we got back, we were so drained we showered and crashed . So much for Valentine's Day sex
I did get up really early and managed a 90-minute bike ride this morning. Must be the adrenaline from last night By the time I got back, the man was already dressed, getting ready to leave for work. I brought the bike in, went into the kitchen to grab a sip of water. He was sitting sideways on the kitchen counter sipping his coffee and asking if I wanted to...pick up where we left off last night. I walked over not bothering to answer him, pulled his shirt out from his pants. He jumped, and asked what I was doing, and tried to fight me off. I was hot, sweaty and wasn't in the mood to be denied. After I had got to his belt and got his zipper down, he didn't really put up much of a fight I sucked him off and had my protein- rich breakfast then  We jumped into the shower and he ended up being 2hours late this morning. LOL
I told him I'm expecting him to return the favor tonight, so...let's hope he keeps his energy up today. So yeah, that was my Valentines. Hope yours went a whole lot better.
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Superfreak
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Posted:Feb 4, 2016 4:46 am
Last Updated:Mar 31, 2016 1:57 am
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She's super-freakay! Damn it...I know the song but for the life of can't pick out the singer now....hmm...it'll come to me.
I was at the gym a few mornings ago with a good friend of mine. She wanted to push the pace but on that morning, I just couldn't keep up. I was complaining about the inside of my thighs feeling really really sore. We went on to complete our own workouts, and during breakfast after, she was asking me what happened. So I told her. The night before, the man and I tried to go for a run. We ended up walking instead . I was wearing a black and white exercise shorts, which throughout our entire walk, he kept pulling up so it ran up my ass. It was incredibly irritating (wedgies usually are!). After unsuccessfully fighting him off, I decided I'd do the same to him. LOL
So this went on until we got back to our place, and in the lift, he pulled my shorts up the back and front, and asked me to leave it cos he liked the cameltoe. So I left it . We got back home, and I was about to jump into the shower when he grabbed me and carried me to the bedroom. It was all good, except I was in a weird position for a long time. I was basically doing a split with my belly down, and my ass hanging over the edge of the bed. I didn't expect us to last that long but we did. And hence, the muscles on the inside of my thighs hurt like crazy. I was explaining this to my friend over breakfast (quality early morning conversation topic ) and that's when she called me a freak.
Which was surprising, mainly cos I've done a whole lot more to warrant that term. And in any case, I don't think I am. She then told me with the shit I get up to, I was the freakiest person she knew. My response was, "babe, you have no idea". To which I stopped cos I didn't want to reveal anything about anyone I wasn't supposed to
Anyways, I also thought, I know someone who's waaaaaaay more freaky than I can ever hope to be. LOL . She's a very good friend of mine who's had to move overseas. The stuff she gets up to behind closed doors...hahaha.
Anyhow, we all know someone like that right? Or are you that friend to your friends?
Rick JAMES!!!!! That's who sang that song!!
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Sextoy: on using one and being one
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Posted:Jan 29, 2016 10:21 pm
Last Updated:Mar 31, 2016 1:58 am
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I still maintain that one of the best feelings is removing your bra after getting home, especially in this weather, doubly so after a long day out. I started my day really early and have been out and about, running around non-stop for a solid 4 hours now. First thing I did when I got home, I shut the door behind me, drop all my things on the floor and let those puppies loose. So now I'm sitting on my couch, bottomless and braless with only my tank top on - think I'll sit here for awhile. It's so damn hot out!
OK, back to what I was about to post. The man came back from his business trip two days ago and first thing he did was call (I know! How sweet, right? ). The thing was, I was already out having a dinner with a few of my friends. He got a little upset cos he thought we would be spending some time together (he's been away for almost a week, so quite long). I asked him to join me but he was reluctant at first, but after a fair bit of coaxing, he agreed. He dropped his things back home, washed up and by the time he met me, it was fairly late in the evening and my friends and I had moved somewhere else for drinks, aaand I was already deep into my third glass of wine.
When he showed up, I could already tell he was upset. I suppose I could relate - he was tired from traveling, he couldn't do what he had intended, etc, etc. Plus he was also upset that I had worn my little red strapless dress that was really short (the fact that it was given to me by one of my ex boyfriends didn't help). So he got there, and I leaned in to kiss him, and he said something about the dress, and asked if I was drunk. At that point, he was tipping over, and was getting really grouchy. I left him along for a few minutes, then leaned into him to thank him for coming out. Then I reached into my purse, fished something out and pushed it into his hands. It was quite dark, and he was struggling to figure out what it was. He almost even brought it up for a closer look, which fortunately, I stopped him. I waited for his reaction, and saw in his face that he realized it was my underwear . I got him!! Now to reel him in...
I leaned in again and told him to feel it properly, cos it was already wet. And that I've missed him and that he had better not be too tired. Needless to say, his mood lightened up from there, although he was distracted the remainder of the evening (our hands on each others' crotch area might have also been why) We managed to find a seat in a corner and I even parted my legs on a few occasions to allow his hands better access. God I haven't done that in public in years! LOL
We didn't last very long out and left shortly after 10pm. We got home and he told me to keep my heels on. I took my time walking up the stairs, deliberately sashaying, pulling my dress up. I didn't make it up the stairs. Midway, he grabbed my hips and buried his face between my butt cheeks. I felt his tongue working furiously. He then led me up the stairs only to stop me at the top. He pulled my dress over, pressed me down onto my hands and rammed his dick into me from behind. It wasn't very common of him to be so forceful, so, that was pleasantly surprising
I felt his balls slamming into me so I reached down and played with them. He responded by grabbing a fistful of hair and slamming himself into me harder. He was running his hands down my back and say some point, I even felt his fingernails digging into me. For some reason, I was really into it, and started screaming, " yes....yes! Fuck me! Play with me...fuck me like your little fuck toy..". I would have thought that would kick him into overdrive, but it didn't. He drew himself out, led me back downstairs, all very gently (I was still in heels...didn't want to fall and all..). Then surprised me by picking me up from the hips and threw me on the couch. I wasn't even allowed time to find a comfortable position when he jumped onto me, held my legs up and slammed himself into me again. This went on for awhile, every few minutes he'd move me into a different position, all the while, he kept going ,"yeah...yeah..you like this, my little fuck toy? My sex doll?" I thought he would blow his load in me, but he pulled out and came on my breasts instead. He DOES have a bit of a tit fetish
We both slept on the couch that night.
Which got me thinking about this post. I've used him (and umm..more than a few others..) as my own sex toy too. Countless times. More often though, I don't consciously think of it that way. Aside from the dirty talk, I think it adds a little something to...excite things up. Maybe I just haven't done it in awhile...heh. Although next time, if I were to want to play with my own sex toys, I'd like a few more hands involved
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Taking a load on your face
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Posted:Jan 27, 2016 8:53 pm
Last Updated:Jan 12, 2017 10:02 pm
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Um..yea, let's start with that. I was having a conversation with a few people I met at this party last night. The man is away for work this week so I met up with the girlfriend and accompanied her to one of her friend's place for one of those after-party party. (I can't keep up with the terms anymore so I just tag along
It was a pants-less party. When I first told about it, I was a little apprehensive. Was it gonna be "that" kind of party? Cos I only really attend "that" kind of parties with my little circle of friends. It wasn't one of those. So then I started wondering about what to wear. Nothing too skimpy cos I don't want to be sending the wrong message, but also no granny undies right? Then I found out it was themed pants-less and was tied somehow to gender equality and whatnot (I found it a little pretentious, but the girlfriend is in the fashion industry and apparently, they do these things). Anyhow, I decided on a regular cotton gray and pink panty with minions on it
It was actually pretty fun. Quite liberating, to be mingling with no pants on. Then again I always find it fun when I have to take off a piece of clothing . So yea, I found myself in this group of four guys and three ladies (myself and the girlfriend included) seated around the table talking about taking a load on the face. We were going on about it in detail and it naturally went to how it can get into the eyes. I agreed it could be pretty nasty to have it hit you in the eye, and was trying to explain it to the guys that, when one of them asked if it was like getting shampoo in your eyes when you wash your hair. Honestly, I don't know cos I actually don't get shampoo in my eyes, but I told him it could be similar, except the shampoo is heated and squirted from a bottle that's held right in front of your face. I thought that was a pretty good description. LOL
That's a close enough description right? What do you think?
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Un-fucking believable!
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Posted:Jan 22, 2016 11:54 pm
Last Updated:Feb 25, 2016 10:24 pm
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I'm trying not to let this fuck up my day and it's challenging. Oh it's challenging all right, but I'm trying. Took advantage of the blistering sun this morning and the man and I met up a few friends for a swim. It's not very often that the man and I meet our friends together, so it was rather special. We all swam for a couple of hours before deciding we would break for lunch. I head off to the showers with two other ladies while the guys disappeared to go wash up too.
There I was, soaping myself when I hear one of the other ladies scream. I panicked and froze, thinking she had fallen or something, when she continued screaming, and started swearing as well. I dashed out of my shower cubicle and joined the other lady at this screaming lady's cubicle, which she had thrown the doors back and was furiously toweling herself down. We managed to calm her down enough to find out that she had saw a guy crouched on top of the wall, watching us shower. I thought it was quite unbelievable at first (the wall was at least 3m high), but after showering and cleaning up, we went outside to report what she had seen. Apparently, one of the lifeguards saw a man with the same description running off. At this point, I wasn't mad. Yet. I didn't see anything. That guy did but I digress.
This friend of mine decided she wanted to make a police report, so being all together, we went with her. We got to the police post, told them what happened, and the response from this asswipe of a police officer was,, "did you get a picture of this person peeping at you?" Seriously?!? That fucking pissed me off more than the incident. I jumped out of my seat and asked him if he brought his phone into the shower, with the camera on, ready to catch potential peeping Tom's? How fucking dumb is he? It was clearly not the response he was expecting so this idiot just froze. It took another senior officer to speak to us nicer before we calmed down enough and wrote everything down clearly, and even provided them with all the contact information of all witnesses.
An exact same thing happened sometime last year too. We reported a flasher lurking around the office where I used to work. Different person, but same numbnut question - do you have a picture of the incident? I'm really beginning to worry about who we're trusting to protect us.
So remember, the next time you need help from the local law enforcement officials, get a picture of it. Or, as they say online, pic or it didn't happen. Don't defend yourself in an assault, take a picture instead.
Fucking dumb. Seriously.
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