I love shoes

I love shoes! It doesn’t matter if I can’t walk in them, right?

I love uniforms

I love uniforms…playing dress up is so much fun and the added high from well fitted jackets and authority…mmmmm!

I Love Rope!

I enter subspace really easily when I'm tied up good and proper.  It's an odd feeling and hard to describe but I love it.  Very different from pain endorphins.

See No Evil

One of the things I love the most is sensory deprevation, especially being blindfolded. There’s just something in that anticipation of what’s going to happen to you, not being able to see…your hearing perks up and you start to second guess those little noises around you. Was that the click of a lighter? Will I feel the drip of hot wax hitting my bare skin? What about the clank of his belt hitting the floor…will I be feeling his hard cock slam right into me or is he just going to use me and come all over me?

Combine this with gags and restraints and I am completely yours.

The Toybox

Our box of tricks is very exciting.  It's gotten rather full over the last few years and I even forget what's in there now and then.  To some people, it may seem pretty tame but to others, it'd scare them to death.  A glimpse into it will tell you quite a lot about who I am though...a set of leather restraints, a bag of latex clothing, many pairs of handcuffs, multiple whips, paddles etc, various silicone dildos, a selection of vibrators ranging from cheap to bloody expensive, candles, needles, rope, gags, blindfolds...you get the picture.  I like quality and the feel of different materials.  I also like to know what I'm doing...my collection of informative books is pretty large.  Everything I do is safe and within my limits.  But what's most surprising to most people is that I'm usually the one who submits.  To lots of people, I look like the domineering type and I can do it but in the rate place, with the right person, the right touch, I will be on my knees, begging to be treated badly.

Uniform and Smoking...

Lazy Days

I miss having lazy Sundays in bed, drifting in and out of sleep between the soft sheets, having lazy but glorious sex with my husband and eventually getting up to seek food and drink, only to come back and carry on. Vanilla in the morning, kinky in the evening; the toybox opening up and the perverted fun starting…

Objects of Desire

As I have said before, the only man I have any interest in sexually is my husband. In fact, the thought of other man naked makes my skin crawl. But women, on the other hand, fascinate me.

I love a woman with curves to die for, perfectly proportioned with skin that begs to be kissed all over. I love to caress specific lines along her body, along her collar bone, around the curve under her breast, down her waist to hip bones that stick out ever so slightly. I love women in their underwear, feeling proud of their shapeliness, stockings covering their legs, feet bound in gorgeous shoes, peep toes, heels, mary janes. I adore the softness of their touch, the sweet taste of their kiss, the unspoken understanding. I fantasise and desire to feel their warmth against me. I miss something but at the same time, don't want to destroy the idea I have in my head.

There are a few real women in my life I would love to have a little extra fun with but they will remain the objects of my desire, secretly dreamt about, painful longing in my heart.

In Love

I am in love with this girl!

Morning Pleasure

The best start to the day is having your underwear round your ankles, your lovers fingers deep inside you, coaxing you to climax and guaranteeing a smile on your face for at least a few hours. I found myelf in that situation this morning, with an empty house to boot so I could let myself really go. The worst thing about it was having to get up to come to work!

My Favourite Bra

Porn

We have a rather large collection of porn. The cost runs into hundreds of pounds. But I’m pretty proud of it. Sometimes I need something to kick me off and porn does its job very well. Well, good porn, anyway. Some classy enough scenes, without too much oral sex and plenty of noise. Not that cheesy porn “yes, yes, fuck me harder” stuff but real sounds; people getting off and sounding like they really want it. We’ve got quite a lot that fits the bill (plus some pretty awful stuff) but the one I go back to time and time again is Camera Club. Retro settings, stockinged feet and girly dresses…I love it.



But then there’s the times that I want more sophisticated material to turn me on and that’s where The Secretary comes in. Just watching the look on her face as she’s spanked makes me weak at the knees!

Alone

Why is it that whenever he's away or just out and I'm alone, I want him so badly?  I always end up watching poor quality amateur porn on the internet to get off to and then end up even worse.  I really should at least find something more erotic to masturbate to but I'm such an aural person; I love the sounds of sex, the moaning of climax, even the creaking of bed springs

Playing with the Camera

Magdelene does it much better...

Bound

Nipples and yarn

Threesomes

These have been playing on my mind a lot recently.  I don't really know why; perhaps I want to shake things up a bit, perhaps I'm just a little greedy.  Whatever the reason, I keep thinking about him taking me from behind whilst I tongue fuck some beautiful girl.  Sometimes I know who that girl is, other times, it's just a body to grab and hold and smell; clean and turned on and begging for my tongue.  Smooth, milky skin and the breasts of a goddess.  And all of this whilst being fucked hard and deep by the man who knows everything about me.  His hands knowing where to go, grabbing my waist as though corseted tightly, making me feel both like a million dollars and like his whore.  

I'm not sure it would really work out but it keeps on playing through my head, sometimes it's being forced on me by him, sometimes it's a lot more gentle.  But every time, she eventually turns out to be her, even if it means her skin has changed colour.  I think it tells me a lot about my state of mind when it comes to my ex-girlfriend.  I still desire her; I crave her kisses, her hands on my body and even the way she teases me.  I crave things I never even had from her.

Welcome to my world...

...a world where I get to write about what I really feel, think anything is possible.  

This blog has been entirely inspired by Magdalene as I find myself lusting after her expression, her freedom to post in such a desiring way and missing my more "adult" outlet, no longer being a member of any of the alt porn community websites (on a side note, I find myself lusting after Magdalene in many other ways but that will have to remain a dream).

I really just wanted a place to write down those dirty frustrations, those erotic moments, those passionate nights...not so much as a memory but as a turn on.  Plus, I'm an exhibitionist at heart so the thought of people reading this adds to the reasons for posting.

But to start, an introduction.  I'm 23 and what could be described as a lesbian with a husband.  He's the only man that I find that kind of interest in.  Women, on the other hand, are beauties I constantly find myself fantasising about, thinking of those gentle hands, gorgeous curves and smooth skin.  I've had 3 sexual partners; my husband and 2 one night stands with girls I barely knew.  I do wish this wasn't the case as a one night stand is not my ideal way of thinking but they both served me a purpose at the time and would never have led to anything more.  I've always been more on the kinky side of things but I equally love vanilla sex; sometimes the thought of gentle, loving sex on crisp linen with nothing more than two entwined bodies makes my hairs stand on end.  But then there're the times that I want to be held down with hands around my throat.  But I digress.  

I hope you enjoy this blog...I know I will!