Monthly Archives: November 2008

A Butt Plug With A Difference

Teddy Bear Butt PlugAlex and I have experimented with quite a few anal toys now, well, Alex more so than me. I am working on it, presently I am able to take a small butt plug but nothing too serious and I have attempted anal sex a couple of times. You need to be extremely relaxed to have your ass fucked and at the moment work is winding me up so much that I am quite literally a tight ass. Not that it was slack before. Lol

Following in the vain of my latest posts I checked out butt plugs on Ebay and came across this one.

All I can say is I just couldn’t, could you?

Can Frigging Be Bad For You?

AlexSuze.comI have some strange thoughts I know, don’t remind me but can frigging be bad for your health. I was reading an article last night about vibration white finger or as it is medically known, Raynaud’s Disease.

The symptoms can be range from tingling which continues after the machinery is switched off (Oh, bugger that happens all the time) Lol to the body part turning white and possibly losing it.

So, I return back to my original question, can you get vibration white clit? Have I anything to worry about because I love my vibrating clit toys. I must admit that I haven’t seen any signs of an adverse reaction to my sex toys.

If anything should happen to my clit, I don’t know what I would do. It gives me hours of pleasure when I’m feeling randy.

I think the benefits far out weighs the risk, I for one feel a lot more calm and composed when I have come. Which is good for all and may help alleviate stress, perhaps we ought to be allowed to do it during our coffee breaks at work. Now, there’s a thought. 😉

Hot For Christine

It’s funny how your opinion for someone can change quite dramatically when you are given an insight into a side of their personality that you had never seen before. In this case I’m talking about Christine Bleakley co-presenter of the BBC’s One Show.

I’ve always thought she was a very nice young woman, a little slim for my liking, pleasant, but if anything a bit bland.

That was until Strictly Come Dancing.

Having seen her Cha Cha Cha I suddenly became aware that she looked like the life and soul of any party. My interest in her was aroused and my relief when she escaped the dance-of last week was proof that I have a little bit of a thing for her now.

The final proof, if any were needed, is that seeing her dance the Tango tonight I found myself wanting her to win the competition. Just one word, hot!

She isn’t the best dancer, she herself has admitted that, but she has an unremittingly positive outlook and the look of a cheeky little minx.

Fingers crossed she gets through to next week’s show.

PS: Suze wants everyone to vote for Tom from casualty, because she fancies the pants off him. Personally I can’t see the attraction.

New Vibrator Video

Oui VibratorSuze has posted a video to go with her newest of new Oui Vibrator review over at Sex Toys Buzz. OK, so California Exotics call it a personal massager but then we all know what that means, don’t we.

While you’re over there you should subscribe to the newsletter. When you do so you will be automatically entered into our monthly prize draw where you can win a free sex toy every month. Not to mention the sex toy reviews.

Bring The Batteries I’m At It Like That Bunny

I posted about my consignment of toys going MIA about ten days ago. Every morning I waited for that knock on the door and running quickly downstairs to answer the door to the delivery man.

But nothing.

I waited and waited…

Then our supplier contacted me to let me know that my goodies had been returned to them undelivered. Why exactly were they undelivered? Most days our neighbours are around to take them in. Don’t tell them what’s in the packages they take in if you should bump in to them. Lol

No card through the door letting us know they attempted to deliver, offering alternative arrangements if we call the depot. Absolutely nothing. Our conclusion. The driver either could not be bothered to complete a card and post it through the door or he hadn’t any cards with him so he just took it back to the depot.

Whatever the reason, we managed to receive the parcel on Friday. So this weekend I have my work cut out for me. 😉 It’s such a hard life. Lol

All I can say is it has been worth the wait and I can’t wait to try the contents out. As soon as I do I will be giving you all the dirty details.

Body Stocking Fetish

I must confess since posting the other day about the “Love Spell”, I can’t keep away from Ebay. 🙂 You can find some really interesting things with the right search strings or even the just plain kinky.

For me stockings are one of the most sexy items of clothing a woman can wear. Put them on your head and well…you look silly even if you intend to go and rob a bank. They are made for accentuating the legs and defining the shape.

However my latest find on Ebay takes stocking wearing to a whole new level. This item is a full lycra bodysuit with openings where you want them.

Not quite my cup of tea but if you want to bid then you better hurry because there is only 7 hours to run on this item. If you bid let me know if you managed to get it or even better send me some pics of you wearing it. 😉

Sexy Fancy Dress

Sigourney WeaverOr is it?

There’s a fetish for everyone and everyone has their fetish. It doesn’t have to be a big thing or something that dominates your life, but I thin most people would admit to having a liking for some things, something that presses all the right buttons.

Personally I like laced-up things; boots, corsets that type of thing.

I also like certain types of dress, styles and some uniforms. That isn’t too uncommon. Out of interest I thought I’d look up “Sexy Fancy Dress” and peruse the costumes available for you guys Christmas. Most fall into the usual categories, naughty schoolgirls, sexy nurses, and wickedly cute fairy costumes.

Two however stood out.

First was the “Sexy Leprechaun”, OK so that is I suppose a derivative of the fairy theme. Though I don’t remember ever seeing or hearing of any female leprechauns.

The oddest though was a “Sexy Ghost Buster” costume. The only thing hot about ghost busters from what I remember is Sigourney Weaver in the doorway in Ghost Busters II. I don’t remember any busty, scantily clad members of the team in khaki hotpants and a khaki shirt – because that’s pretty much what the outfit amounted to.

I couldn’t find a good image of Sigourney in Ghostbusters so I opted for Galaxy Quest instead.

Down And Very Dirty

AlexSuze.comThe rain spattered across the side window of the cab, driven at the glass by a bitterly cold north-easterly wind. Her legs were cold and wet from the wait at the taxi rank, even the arms of her new acquaintance had failed to keep the cold at bay.

She peered through the window, the water running down the pane distorting the already twisted world outside into a scene that Dali would have appreciated. They were passing through the red light district, girls no older than herself, and some much younger, plied their trade in short skirts and dangerously high heels. She noticed with interest that one girl wore a jacket identical to one she had almost bought a week before.

She pitied them and simultaneously felt repulsed by them. Letting men do that to them for money. Eww! She sank back into his arms and let the taxi carry them to her flat.

The four of them fell out of the taxi onto the pavement outside her front door. After a short altercation about the fare, which was resolved when they all realised they were too drunk to read the taximeter properly, they paid the driver and made their way inside quietly. As quietly as it is possible for four drunken revellers to do anything. They all followed her through the communal hallway and up the first flight of stairs to Candice’s flat.

Inside Candice dug out cans of lager, deciding to hold back the vodka until later, and distributed them to her guests. Ian and Dawn had been together for a while, she had known Dawn since they both started school together. Ian had always been around but was a couple of years older than them both and hadn’t really figured in either of their lives until he started taking Dawn out about six months previously.

Candice’s boyfriend had been introduced to her by Ian. Was he her boyfriend? she thought. When does he become a boyfriend instead of just a series of dates? She decided a third date meant boyfriend, so not a boyfriend yet then. He was called Tom, though she kept calling him Tim. Tim was two, no three boyfriends back and although she’d laughed it off so far she told herself to be careful so as not to piss him off. She had seen what he could do when someone pissed him off. A bouncer had tried to throw him out of a pub on their first date, Tom pushed him down a flight of stairs. They had managed to dart down an alley before the police had arrived and escaped a night in the cells.

Candice turned up the music as loud as she dared and settled down on the sofa with Tom. The Christmas lights were still up and would be well into the new year, they illuminated the room just enough to see by. Tom pulled a pouch of tobacco from his jacket and from within it produced a pack of large cigarette papers and a slab of something brown and resinous.

From the other jacket pocket he produced his beloved Zippo lighter and warmed one end of the brown slab before crumbling it liberally into one of the papers and adding a lean sprinkling of tobacco. He rolled the joint, licked the paper with a glistening tongue and tapped a roach into the end.

Tom passed Candice the joint and lit it for her. She drew the first papery smoke from it as the twist in the end was consumed and expelled it, then she drew deeply on the joint, holding her breath and passing it to Dawn.

The joint did the rounds a couple more times, and was followed by two or was it three more. The bottle of Vodka from under the sink in the kitchen appeared, though Candice couldn’t remember having retrieved it.

Time slipped by like an eel, dark and slippery. Candice was shocked to hear a firework detonate outside and looked at her mobile phone. “It’s not twelve yet!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Exclaimed Ian. The explosion had made him start, jolting a hot piece of resin from the end of the joint and allowing it to sear its way through his shirt and into the soft, sensitive skin of his stomach.

“Stupid fuckers are early.” Said Tom, his voice slow and deliberate, the sentence terminated by a wide grin that showed no signs of ending even after several seconds.

Minutes later it was twelve and with the television showing the revellers in Edinburgh, London and numerous other places across the UK cheering in the new year. They all broke into the traditionally garbled rendition of Auld Lang Syne.

It ended in a kiss between the girls and their respective partners, which developed into a face-eating competition. Dawn rolled onto the floor with Ian on top of her. Her hands pulling at her knickers until they were removed. Ian’s hands groped her breasts through her thin top.

Candice and Tom rolled on the sofa. His hard cock pressed into her leg through his jeans. She was wet, her pussy yearning to be filled by someone, something, anything. His strong hands pushed up her pink lycra top to expose her boobs and erect nipples. His mouth descended on them, sucking and nibbling like a starving man.

She rubbed herself on his leg, clitoris tingling from the sensation of wet silk on denim. She pushed him away and reached down to release the cock that she needed so badly. The sounds of Ian and Dawn cavorting on the carpet made her want it even more, now, hard and fast.

Tom managed to slide his trousers to his shins before Candice was pulling his cock towards her pussy. Her short skirt was rolled up to her waist, panties pulled to one side. Tom mumbled “Turn over”. She complied and felt his hard phallus slide clumsily between her butt cheeks and press against the dry opening of her ass.

“Ow!” She complained.

Tom tried again and this time entered her pussy, a few strokes and he was fully inside her, her buttocks pressing against the base of his cock.

Candice heard Dawn moaning. Candice had heard her cum before and wasn’t surprised to hear Ian grunt and shoot his load a moment later.

Tom took a little longer. Candice had cum, but Tom seemed to be taking forever and now she was becoming dry, her left labia seemed to be abrading against the skin of his cock. “Ah! Ah!” she shrieked in time with his thrusts. Tom took this as another orgasm and carried on. It was a merciful release from the increasing pain when he came a couple of minutes later.

He slumped onto her back, his weight pressing her into the nicotine impregnated velour of the sofa. He whispered something that might have been “That was fucking great” before crawling off her and struggling to pull up his trousers.

Candice lay motionless until the stinging sensation caused by his semen running out of her and contacting her sore labia forced her to go make her way to the bathroom.

They all drank and smoked into the small hours before drifting into unconsciousness.

Candice woke in Tom’s arms. Her waking dream was of a shopping trip with the girl she had seen the night before through the taxi window. They were shopping for clothes. The girl was advising her about “What the punters like”.

Tom farted and rolled onto his back where he began to snore. The unexplained vomit stain on his shirt stank almost as bad as his breath. She pushed his inert form away from her.

A tear welled in Candice’s eye.

Fucking The Babysitter

In the Film Risky Business, Tom Cruise has a dream where he screws the babysitter on his parent’s dining table. The cops surround the house and get on the bullhorn. The senior negotiator (don’t ask me why this is a hostage situation requiring police attendance) shouts “… you are surrounded, get off the babysitter”. LOL

Hormones cause young men to have the most amazing and intricate fantasies. And those fantasies can be about anyone they even vaguely fancy. It’s a time in your life when you are asking your self questions like “Am I gay, straight or bi?”, “Do girls like me?”, “Is Darren pulling my leg when he says that you can get a blow job from a vacuum cleaner?”

Nobody should feel guilty about the regular and often graphic flights of fancy they have at that age.

When should you stop thinking like that? 18, 20, 30?

At some point you stop actually believing that you could do that thing with that girl with a bath full of jelly – sorry? That’s just me then? Gulp! – there has to be a point in your life when you realise that fantasy is not going to turn into reality, well not the really weird fantasies anyway.

What I would say is that you should never feel guilty about a fantasy you have (within obvious, sane parameters) because having those fantasies means your sexual brain is working and as we all know the brain is the body’s biggest sex organ. If you’re exercising that it has to be good for your partner and you.

Girls Night Out With Extras

Today was Busty’s last day at work for a week, I’m going to miss her but they say that absence makes the heart fonder. 😉 She fills much of my working day as it is and some of my nights.

I must admit since we went over for a foursome…naughty people, it was a meal with her and her boyfriend, that we have become closer. She talks to me about work related gossip and personal issues far more frequently but for some reason she is far more forth coming with office politics when Horny isn’t there. It is probably because Horny has been with the company for ages, perhaps since its conception.

I have to admit that she is captivating on all levels not just the visual but of course her FF boobs do help to hypnotise me. Today she looked particularly ravishing, she was wearing a pair of black trousers and a wrap around top in teal which would have been far more revealing had she not worn a skimpy top underneath.

It was a bit of a vain effort to look respectable because you could see her ample boobage through the deep band of black lace which skated over her cleavage. I think the very reason for the black top was because she simply couldn’t get the wrap around top to come together at a reasonable point. 😉

When I walked in to the office this morning my face must have betrayed my thoughts because I was spellbound by her chest and must have said “Good morning” to it as I entered the room. Lol

I’m rambling I know so I will get on with what I was going to tell you. We have a customer coming down to see us just before Christmas who wants to take our office out for dinner in the evening. Now as it happens Horny will be on holiday, which leaves just Horny and myself to attend dinner with the couple who are kindly inviting us out.

They have asked us to suggest a good restaurant to go to and the one which came to mind is just up the road from Busty’s. It does serve genuinely good food but I have to confess that I am hoping if they agree, I may get to stay the night at her house as she lives near to both the venue and work.

I’m working on it we’ll see. When Horny stays she shares her bed…I’m hoping that her boyfriend will be doing other things that night. What do you think? 😉

Cum Play With Me ;)

Sex therapists may have to reconsider their idealistic attitude towards foreplay because new research has found that it has little and perhaps even no significance when relating to the chances of having an orgasm.

The research carried out by Charles University, Prague on 2,300 women and reported in the Journal of Sexual medicine and studied the link between frequency of orgasm in women, foreplay and intercourse data.

Professor Stuart Brody from the University of West Scotland was reported as saying, “In contrast to the assumptions of many sex therapists and educators, more attention should be given to improve the quality and duration of intercourse rather than foreplay”.

Now what would Sting think to all this? He loves his Tantric sex which goes on and on and…

Personally I think it all depends on the situation, there are many factors to take in to account. Some days you feel tired and don’t indulge so much in foreplay, just getting down to the essentials and you can have great sex.

Remember also that the brain is the largest sexual organ and your state of mind and attractiveness of your partner to you plays a huge part in your sexual encounter.

But the thing which struck me the most was that the research was carried out in Prague the up and coming porn capital of Europe. 😉

RIP The Young Man’s Masturbation Aid

Something is passing into the annals of history and I have yet to hear anyone mention its demise.

It’s the mail order catalogue.

They’ll be around for a while, but their numbers are decreasing. As each mail order catalogue company closes or merges with another the opportunities to possess the 1,000+ page tomes reduces by the day. The reasons for this are utterly practical, it’s easier to buy from the Internet, there’s more range, often cheaper and personal credit is relatively easy to obtain.

Why does this matter?

It is in fact that adolescent boys have a need for mail order catalogues. Until the advent of the Internet they were often the first source of images of partially clothed women a boy could obtain. The underwear and swimwear pages hold very fond memories for me as a teenager.

So why are catalogues so important and special?

Unlike the Internet a catalogue allows you to hold the object containing your wanking images. The Internet may have an apparently limitless supply of free porn, but being able to turn to a familiar page and crack one off to that cheeky looking brunette who looks like she’s really up for it makes the Internet look bland. Having to return the catalogue to exactly the same place it was stored to avoid detection just added to the excitement.

If I’d had the Internet when I was a teenager I would have sought out porn at the first opportunity, but in doing so I would have missed out on the unspoken tradition that has grown up over many decades since the first mail order catalogues were introduced, of boys sneaking around the house when they are on their own, locating the catalogue and masturbating to underwear-clad beauties.

Of course with the addition of swimwear of an increasingly revealing nature those sections became attractive to the hormone filled adolescents too. And with the craze for fitness a picture of a girl in a leotard on a treadmill added further variety.

Mail order catalogues gave us guys the softcore porn we needed before we got access to Playboy and Penthouse. We should all lament their passing and maybe, while they’re still around subscribe to one, and have a nostalgic wank to the ladies on those glossy pages.

Boys Or Toys

AlexSuze.comHaving tested a large range of adult toys over the past year, I now find it difficult not to advise people on which ones to purchase. Alex and I were in our local Sex Shop last weekend checking if there was anything new we could perhaps recommend to our sponsors and a lesbian couple came in and started to browse the naughty goodies on offer.

They started to look at the toys near to us and one of them picked up the Tongue Joy which we reviewed the other week. Well, I just couldn’t resist offering them some advice it seemed like the most natural thing in the world as I have been sharing it with you for so long.

I said without a thought “I tested that the other week and reviewed it.”

It’s the same at work, I would love to share my knowledge with the girls. I came very close to that today. I’m not sure how we got on to the subject of sex toys but we did. 😉 Busty didn’t say very much, which I suspect means she probably uses them with her knew boyfriend as she is becoming very adventurous these days.

But the other girl, the one without a guy at the moment turned round and said, “I prefer the real thing, can’t be bothered with toy”. Well, I almost found myself going in to review mode and extolling the virtues of the adult toy for the uninitiated. 😉 With a lot of self control I managed to hold back. I’m sure this girl would love some of my toys, even as a standby until Mr Right comes along.

I think “Sweatshop Sissy“, must have been reading my mind today. Because when I got home I had received and email from him with a link to this site which sells sex toy storage with some great features, like wipeable interiors (a must), removable lock and keys and best of all a glow in the dark zipper puller for emergency access in the heat of the moment. 😉

There is just one problem, I think we would really be needing something on the scale of a small wardrobe now. Lol But it was nice of Sissy to think of me. 😉

In fact I was talking to Alex only the other night about the number of toys we now have and how much they may be valued at. If we have any insurance brokers reading this post I ought to let you know I’m still looking for a policy that covers them. Or would they come under power tools?

The great thing is I also have a picture of my collection as used on the Sex Toy Review site.

Tags: sex toys, sex toy reviews, sex toy cases, sex toy chest

Sexing Up The Girls

I consider myself to be very lucky in that I am a bi girl. You get to select from both sides of the fence and even have both at the same time. It only happened once but I’m open to offers. 😉 They were a young married couple and as adventurous as me and my fella at the time. Sweet memories…

At the moment the apple of my eye is Busty, the girl I work with she is one hot blonde with a very ample FF with come to bed brown eyes. One day!

For now I will have to settle for a fantasy list of the girls I certainly would, I will restrict it to 10 or you will be reading for weeks. Lol

1. Simone
2. Kyla Cole
3. Louise Porter
4. Monica Sweetheart
5. Avy Scott
6. Lolly Badcock
7. Claudia Rossi
8. Bobbi Eden
9. Ginger Lee
10. Jane Darling

Can you list your top 10…

For The Love Of Feet – Walking In His Shoes

A couple of years a blogger who used the alias Pied Michael was a regular visitor to this blog. He no longer blogs and hasn’t commented in an age. he gave me permission to publish this story of his. I hope you enjoy it.

Here is what he said:

“This story, based on a real person at work, never failed to make me come, and probably gets closest to the sort of fantasy that I will use while masturbating. As you will be aware, fantasies always have to get better, with more detail pushing the boundaries further, if they are to remain fresh and work as fantasies. So many years ago, my fantasies would have been much simpler. I remember early on, just thinking about a pretty girl and the shoes she was wearing would be enough to turn me on. This then developed through fantasies where I would be caught by a girl walking in unexpectedly whilst I was licking her shoe, or later, masturbating with her shoe to my face. Other fantasies would be, ostensibly unknown to myself, of being watched masturbating by a girl as I held her shoe.

So without further a do, here is Michael’s story. When you have read this perhaps you would like to go over to his site and show your appreciation.

Angela came to the meeting. She has wonderful legs, and they looked very attractive this morning in the black tights that she wears. I looked at her shoes, and they were gorgeous, made of black, matt leather. The front is squarish on top of a low platform, the heel is probably two and a half inches high, neither chunky nor narrow, perhaps an inch and a quarter wide. From above, looking down the length of her leg, her foot enters the shoe attractively, with the round part of the front and the sides of the shoe encasing it comfortably. Parts of the edge of the shoe show whiter against the black leather and her black tights. Because of the height of the heel, they plunge quite steeply down to the front, where the low platform sole holds a black front that covers her toes. Her instep is accentuated by the shape of the shoe, and I imagined her sitting there, after the meeting, with her feet placed squarely on the floor while she instructed me to pour some clear water out of a jug into the instep of her shoe.

Keep pouring, Chris, there’s not much in there yet – I want to feel the water between my toes. It’s only run along the bottom so far. That’s better; I can feel it cold between my toes now. Just slow down a bit’.

I poured more slowly, watching the water run into the space between the black tights covering her instep and the edge of the shoe running steeply from her ankle to where it turned over the top of her toes. The light now caught a glint of where the water had risen up to the level of the edge of her shoe, and I could imagine that Angela’s toes were now completely submerged in the water inside her shoe. I stopped pouring.

I think your shoe is full now’ I said.

Angela said Yes, I think so. Let’s see if I can wriggle my toes’. She did so, and the front of her shoe moved slightly, and the water came up higher against the edge of her shoe, but did not run over. It feels funny between my toes – cold compared to how warm my toes were before, but it’s warming up. Shall I see if I can run the water to the back of my shoe?’

I nodded, and Angela slowly lifted the front of her shoe whilst keeping the heel on the floor, and as she did this, very slowly, I could see the water move inside her shoe up the inside towards her heel. Again non spilled out, until she had the toe of her shoe about three inches off the ground, when her foot was then about horizontal, and the water was resting from her heel to the front fleshy part of her foot. She slowly dropped the front of her shoe down and the water ran back to her toes.

It’s completely warmed up now’ she said, I can’t feel that it is any colder this time, although I can tell it’s running around my toes again. What do you want to do now, Chris?’ she asked.

Can I drink it?’ I said.

Do you want me to take the shoe off or do you want to try and drink it from the shoe with my foot still in it?’

Let’s try that’ I said.

Can you get down as low as you can, and I’ll try and bring my foot up to your mouth’ she said.

I knelt on the floor by the table and Angela stood and lifted her foot carefully onto the low table first, and then pulled a chair behind her so that she could sit on the arm. Placing her hand on my shoulder to steady herself, she lifted her foot and brought her instep towards my mouth. She rested the edge of the shoe below her instep against my lips to initially steady herself, and then tipped her foot slightly towards me. My mouth was open over the edge of the shoe, with my bottom lip resting against the black leather of the shoe, and my top lip pressed against the black material of her tights over her foot, which felt taught yet soft. A little water from her shoe came into my mouth, and I pressed my mouth a little closer and sucked in the water, which was now body-heat warm from her foot, and tasted a little of that typical tights taste, and a little of salt. She turned her foot over slightly more, so that more of the front of her shoe appeared an inch before my eyes and more of the warm foot-scented liquid came into my mouth.

How is it?’ she asked, Does it taste nice?’

It’s wonderful’ I replied. It’s warm and it tastes wonderful’.

It’s warm because it’s been between my toes. I can feel it running through them, on its way into your mouth. Is that a nice thought, Chris? This water has run between my toes and look, if I wriggle them (she wriggles her toes and a small surge of water came into my mouth), it cleans out all the bits in between, for you to take into your mouth and taste, and swallow. Do you like the idea of having the taste of my feet and my toes inside you?’

I nodded. Angela straightened up her foot, and pulled away from my mouth. I don’t think we can get any more out that way. I’m going to take my shoe off for you to drink the rest straight from it.’ She put her foot back on the floor and held the heel of it with her hand. Slowly she took her foot from the shoe, her toes in their black tights appearing wet from inside the shoe. She rested this foot on her other shoe, keeping her toes off the ground. We’ll come back to my foot in a minute’ she said. She picked up her shoe and got hold of the front, bringing the heel round towards my face. She rested the top of the heel against my lower lip, and started to tip the shoe up so that the water left in it started to run from the toe end to the heel. I could see her eyes glancing at the shoe and looking into mine as she did this. The water ran with a last few rivulets into the heel, about one third of a glass full. She continued lifting the shoe until it ran over into my mouth and I drank it greedily. Again it was warm and tasted of her foot and tights. She watched me as I drank one mouthful and then another, and as she was draining the last mouthful into my mouth she said What can you taste of my foot in it?’ I swallowed the last drops and said that I could taste the salt of her foot and toes, and the tights taste, and a slightly edgy taste that must also have come from her sweat.

She said I want you to lick my toes clean. Tell me if these tastes are any different’. She put her shoe down, and lifted her foot up until her toes were just in front of my mouth. I opened my lips and she pushed her big toe and next two into my mouth, across the top of my tongue. I could feel the seam of her tights across my tongue, and also the pressure of her three toes, the big toe far larger than the other two. I closed my lips around her toes and sucked in the dampness from her tights. Her toes shifted very slightly as I did this, and I extracted some moisture into my mouth from her tights. This tasted similar to that from her shoe except that it had a slightly more tights taste. She tugged slightly so that I opened my mouth and she removed her toes. Did that taste different?’ she asked. I told her it tasted slightly more of tights.

I’m just going to take off my tights’ she said. Look over there’. I did so, and when she asked me to turn back, she had her tights only on one leg, and her damp foot was bare. Now try sucking my toes without tights’ she said. Her toes were beautiful, the big toe slightly longer than the rest, but all pretty, delicate and pink. I brought my mouth towards her, and she again pushed the first three toes into my mouth. I sucked on them but this time I could push my tongue between her toes, and mop up the remaining dampness from between them. This tasted far more strongly of her foot, with no tights taste, and as I pushed between her smaller toes the taste increased. More salty, with more subtle flavours as in a good cheese, made this exploration very exciting. I shifted my mouth along her toes, dropping the big one out at one side and taking in her three smallest toes. A push was needed to get my tongue between her smallest toe and the next, and I could feel the edge of her toenail running along my tongue as it crept between them. The little explosion of taste, what had before been hinted at, was here in all its glory – salty and subtle yet strong. I licked the spaces between her toes clean, while she responded, perhaps because my tongue was tickling her, by moving them slightly, squeezing my tongue or moving over it.

Does that tickle?’ I asked. Yes, but it’s a nice feeling. I could have that for an hour; she said. How does that taste?’

I told her my impressions and she said If you enjoyed that, what about this?’ and she put her bare foot on the floor, held the heel of her other shoe, and took it off her other foot, and then took of the rest of her tights which were on her calf. She immediately put this foot in front of my mouth. This foot had not been in the water, nothing had been washed off it, and it was straight from her shoe – warm, and in its natural state. I could actually feel the warmth of it reflected against my face, and as it was naturally damp from its recent liberation from her constricting footwear, a warm, damp, and heady aroma came to my nostrils half an inch away. I breathed in slowly and deeply, resting my nose slowly on the cleavage of her toes, and enjoyed this rare aroma of freshly released toes. I opened my mouth, closed my eyes, and gently encircled the three middle toes with my lips, resting my tongue momentarily in the under-cave below her toes. Her toes felt damp on my lips – I could feel the sweat drying cold on my lips, and the fresh aroma was in my nose – as I ran a tentative tongue along the underside of her toes. These toes had been encased in that shoe for some hours, had basked in the tights and had dampened with her sweat as they had moved about as she walked and they had warmed up. They were as warm, slightly warmer, than the inside of my mouth, and as I licked the dampness from them, and the taste – stronger than anything I had tasted yet – they made my tongue tingle with the flavours, and as I pushed up between her toes where dampness turned to a slippery wetness, I could have almost come on the spot. This wetness I greedily licked and sucked up, taking the sweat from Angela’s body, the glistening tastes from between her toes, onto my tongue where I could savour it, and swallowing it into my body. And as I tasted these intimate areas of her foot, I was aware of my lips encircling her toes, of my nose less than an inch above the cleavage of her foot, and of her leg stretching into the distance, where Angela’s eyes were watching me suck the juices from between her toes, a soft smile on her lips. You’re enjoying that!’ she said.

Fucking a Mysterious Stranger

While walking across the office car park at lunch yesterday I wondered why, after ten days of feeling so utterly dejected I suddenly felt my spirits rise.

It was the sun. Yes we do have sun in England. At this time of year in particular it’s of a weak insipid variety. But the light does have a certain quality to it that you find nowhere else in the world. It may be the “Diet Coke” of sunlight, but it’s good British sunlight. A welcome relief from the actual and metaphorical grey bleakness of recent days.

So, with what I’ve decided is the first breath of spring, heralded by Apollo’s rather understated arrival, I wandered off for a walk around the landscaped area of the business district where I work. Don’t get too excited, we are not talking “Capability” Brown here, just lots of birch, blackthorn and willow planted along the side of a stream that runs for about two kilometres at the edge of the business park. Hidden from the road and rarely used.

In fact very rarely used as I discovered as I walked along the path. The track quickly turned from a beaten earth walkway surrounded by lush vegetation to a muddy, overgrown, treacherous path, hiding tree roots and a multitude of low growing sharp and stinging plant life.

At this point a lesser man, or some might say more intelligent man would have turned back. That man was not me. I was enjoying the solitude and the sunlight streaming through the bare branches.
Only the occasional muffled passage of a car reminded me that I was close to civilisation. But I find total solitude inviting when I’m in a pastoral setting, so I pressed deeper down the path.

The undergrowth in front of me stirred. Blackbird? Rabbit? The top of a furry head was visible briefly, topped with two bumps that might one day be horns. It disappeared below the level of the vegetation. I followed as stealthily as I could, watching for the telltale disturbances.

CRACK. So intent was I on my quarry that my head collided with a branch. Dazed and quite literally seeing stars I shook my head to clear it. Bad mistake. I cursed as the pain intensified, things started to get colourful, my vision distorted and I leant against the offending tree for support, rubbing my forehead.

“Are you alright”, said a quiet, but rich voice.

Startled, I dropped my hand and opened my eyes to be greeted by the sight of a dark haired girl, around 25 with warm brown eyes. And a nice pair of legs.

“I’m fine”, I replied, “Just clumsy, I was following something. Small furry, two little horns, you haven’t seen it ha…”. I stopped realising she was smiling at me, humouring me? “I must have hit that branch harder than I thought”. Beautiful full lips.

“It was probably a satyr, they are a nuisance at this time of year.”

“Pardon? A satyr?”, I asked, thinking I’d misheard her. That cleavage looks inviting.

“Satyr, companions of Pan …”, she said. The aroma of spring flowers and spring sex seemed to be emanating from her.

“I know what satyrs are, they aren’t real.”, I said petulantly, the pain in my head making me wince. Her sandals displayed her suckable toes beautifully.

“I think he’d disagree.”, she said nodding to my left shoulder. I felt a sharp pain as needle-like teeth pierced cartilage. “Aaargh!”

I grabbed the impish little creature and threw it across to the other side of the stream. It squealed and glared at me. I would have felt sorry for the child-like wood spirit, were it not for the blood that coloured its lips. My Blood.

A warm sticky sensation on my neck prompted me to raise my hand to my ear. She got there first, her delicate fingers caressing my wound. Her other hand slid around the back of my neck. I don’t know if she was doing something miraculous to my ear or I was distracted by the gentle touch of her fingers at the base of my skull, but the pain disappeared as she worked on me.

She moved closer and, standing on tiptoe, she brought her lips close to mine. Not touching yet, but close enough so that I could feel the heat of her body. Her succulent lips parted, ever so slightly. I pulled her to me. Through her white dress, light as gossamer I could feel her fresh, firm form. I could taste her, smell her, like I was part of her. She was at once both newborn and yet far from naïve.

My hands stroked her back and pulled her too me, lifting her from the floor. Her legs wrapped around my waist. Her hands worked quickly, deftly on my trousers. They fell to the floor exposing my obvious desire.

She raised herself up, pulling her dress to one side and lowering herself down onto my shaft. As I slid between her virginal lips she threw her head back and drew in a slow breath, only stopping when she had settled fully onto my sex.

With my help she began to move on me, tossing her dark hair from side to side. The sensation was overpowering, how I did not loose my balance I will never know. Every nerve ending was firing adding to the tsunami of tactile pleasure. Waves of colour washed over me, colours for which I don’t even have a name.

We looked into each other’s eyes, feeling the rising climax. Too soon? No, I couldn’t stand this intensity of pleasure for much longer. As she impaled herself on me for the final stroke I buried my face into her soft bossom and held her tight, growling with the intensity of the orgasm.

I looked up at her, still inside her. “What’s your name?”

“Maia”

“Don’t you have six sisters?”

“Yes”

“Are they all as generous as you?”

She kissed my forehead and I slumped against the tree. I closed my eyes.

When I opened them the throbbing in my temple had returned. But Maia had gone.

Pulling a Stripper

I used to go to strip clubs quite a lot a few years ago but these girly events just don’t seem as popular these days. Shame!

This girly night out was in another nightclub somewhere and we chose a table in the middle of the room, hoping that were far enough away from the stage not to get picked. But close enough to be able to see all the action.

Even though I attended quite a few of these nights out I was green about things really. Which will become evident as I tell you my story. 🙂

My friends used to like going out with me because I wasn’t shy (especially when I had consumed a few beverages) and I have always been up for a laugh. A bit of a joker. Strange they would always offer me up as a volunteer if they got the chance…they like me really. Lol

The stripper who grabbed my attention was “The Biker”, dressed from head to toe in black leather and a fabulous pair of bike boots embellished with stainless steel. Oh, and that wonderful smell of leather…anyway enough of the drooling.

He did his act and ripped off his trousers at the end to reveal cock-in-a-sock. It was bloody huge and hung down in front of him just like a knitted trunk. Can anyone tell me why they always had a knitted cock sock on with a drawstring top to keep it in place?

This guy had a black and white striped one on and it had lots of hoops. 😉 I’m not kidding this thing came almost down to his knees and I just couldn’t stop looking at it. And he must have noticed because before I had chance to jump up and go to the loo. He was on his way over to our table. Bugger!

I turned to my friends and said “Shit, he’s coming over!”, they all giggled because guess who he was targeting. Yes, it was me. He moved around the back of my chair and the spotlight was on me and my face. I laughed to cover up the slight embarrassment as he rubbed up against my back.

Before long I was feeling less inhibited and he was now crouching over my knee with his legs either side of mine, only inches from sitting on my knee. His cock was still contained in the sock but glancing my knee as he gyrated above me.

He was built like a rugby player, solid and well toned. This brunette Adonis was rubbing his bronzed and oiled body all over my chest as I pushed my head back to avoid my makeup being removed by his chest oil. Lol

My heart was pounding out of my chest as he turned up the wick and started to thrust at me. His cock was bouncing around like a thing possessed and my pants were getting wetter by the minute.

He stood up and offered me his cock, thrusting towards me and looking directly at me expectantly. I took this to mean that he wanted me to pull off his knitted sheath, perhaps there was a smaller one underneath a little bit like pass the parcel.

Well, I took a firm hold of the bottom of the sock and pulled hard. The guy released a loud “Ouch!” and I quickly let go realising this probably wasn’t what he had wanted. In my eagerness to participate I had grabbed cock not sock and pulled it really hard.

I can tell you he left our table very quickly afterwards and wasn’t quite walking straight. Lol

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