Jeramih wrote a song about this.

We're sat there, on my parents' sofa, listening to our friends talk to us, but I know we're not listening. We're sitting there fantasising about when they're going to leave, it's the only time that we've had the house to ourselves over this (my 21st birthday) weekend and we want to fuck. He's sitting on my feet. Kerry's eating cake. I know she wants to leave to. This guy drove an hour to come get her to drive her to a gig which is another 90 mins and she's been in love with him since forever.

"Go, go, go" is all I'm thinking in my head. I need some noisy fucking. As much as I like playing with his cock whilst Kerry is passed out drunk over the other side of the room and my parents are downstairs, I need to get fucked hard, fast and where I can scream his name and get spanked and talked dirty to. 

When they finally leave, I play the tease, I pop over to the neighbours to drop off some cake, I shower, then get dressed. But he can't take any more of it when I  call to book a table for dinner, as he slips his hand in my shorts from behind as I forget what time I wanted a table for. He whispers "seven" in my ear as he flips me around and kisses my neck as I quickly confirm the time of our table and press the red button on my phone. 

He grabs my shoulders, kisses me, softly only once and then pushes me onto the bed and strokes my smooth legs with his beautifully soft hands, pulls my shorts and underwear off and throws them across the room. I flinch as his touch on the inside of my thighs gives me butterflies, makes me wet. I watch him as he pushes my legs far apart.


As I lay back and enjoy his soft, talented tongue doing only what he can do to my throbbing, wet clit, my body is anticipating the noisy bed slamming against the wall as my body is being treated to a fucking worthy of an R&B song. I cum, of course I do. I've spent about seven sleep hours anticipating his touch, an orgasm is the first thing on my list. It seems as if I wasn't the only one wanting to put the bed to good use, as he climbs on top of me and I stroke his length. I want it in my mouth, but I can tell he has other plans as he scrambles for the lube and hands it to me. I'd never let him cover himself in lube when I could do it for him, no fun in that. His sharp intake of breath in reaction to the temperature of the lube makes me let out a girly giggle as my lubed up hand job quickly heats things up again.


There's nothing slow, savoured or romantic about what happens next. It's pure passion, need and lusting. My legs are stretched high above my head, tied together by his hand as the other comes down hard on my ass and he thrusts himself deeper and harder into me. My hands are gripped onto the pillows and his shoulders as the luxury of being fucked takes over my body and he kisses my legs and teases me, running his nails down my thighs. I wrap my legs around and lift my ass up to bring myself into him. There shouldn't be a single millimetre of his substantial length that isn't filling me with every hard and powerful thrust. He grabs the headboard for leverage and I'm worried that the whole bed will just collapse, but I don't think we'd stop. His cock is giving me such intense pleasure that I don't even realise his thumb is rubbings my soaked, swollen, throbbing clit and preparing me for an orgasm the size of Switzerland. Without much notice, I'm cumming in a noisy and elaborate display of euphoric satisfaction that only a naughty fuck can give you. And he's not far behind me, I can feel his hot cum squirt and fill me as our bodies are tensed against each other in a sweaty, sexy tangle. 


We collapse on the squeaky bed and are almost late for our dinner reservations at seven due to the other two fucks we fit in to our afternoon. 

Taking my hopes and dreams with me to Hollywood.

Some people go to LA with dreams of fame, fortune and becoming Brad Pitt's new wife/bit on the side/new adopted child. But not me.
I'm heading to LA tomorrow for a long catch up with some good friends and also with the hope of finding love SEX.
Not just any sex, though. I'm out to get my girl sex. If you can't get it in LA then you can't get it anywhere, right?! Same goes for a lot of things, I'd imagine, but I'm
not going to discuss those things on here!
The thing is. I want it. Bad. I mean, you've read how I want it, but being away from home and knowing that I'm not too attracted to American boys makes me crave attention from a girl. My spare time when my friends are working will need to be filled and I have an itch that needs to be scratched.

I want to put my hands on a beautiful girl's long, tanned legs. I want to flirt outrageously over coffee or frozen yogurt and then I want her to lean over and taste that frozen yogurt on my lips as we leave for another afternoon of wonderful, sunny, happy, girl sex.

I want her to teach me how to make her cum all the ways she likes and find new ways that she never knew exsisted. She would bring her friend along one day to show me off
We'd end up naked and exhausted on a bedroom floor. No jealously, no attachments. Just pure hot and steamy girl-on-girl sex.

It's a fantasy. But in the City of Angels, maybe there's a sexy one waiting, just for me.

Dear Audience, I love sex.

Dancing in a pretentious Birmingham club last night, Rihanna's S&M came on. In my half cut champagne haze, I had a revelation that went along the lines of "FUCK YES" this song is *me*. Rihanna's got the right idea.


A conversation ensued amongst my friends later in the evening about how they "just couldn't be bothered" with sex. What?! You're the youthful side of thirty, the youthful side of twenty five, but you "can't be bothered" with sex. This was coming from single friends, newly off-the-market friends and long-long-term-relationship friends. My mind was blown. I had to speak up. Sex is the greatest thing that ever happened to me and I can't believe that I missed out for the first 20 years of my life. I can honestly say that I want sex all the time. I need sex a lot of the time and even when I think I don't want sex, I do. My friends would rather have a curry and a cuddle, but I want a spanking and spunking. Ask me at any time of day, and I'll tell you about the sights and sounds of my imagination and my fantasy for that day.


What is it now? Well, my fantasies of late have all come from the idea that I want to worship cock. So right now, it's a nurse fantasy, and here's how it goes:


It's Sunday afternoon. You're sitting in your flat hungover after a night of excess. I'm not at the flat with you, I was out at dinner with friends last night and so am totally sober. You ask me to come over and feel sorry for you, but you're not betting on it due to the pissed off tone in my voice when you asked, which was an act. I've been waiting for this day for weeks. I've had the outfit, the stockings and the shoes sitting in my wardrobe for too long, knowing that I wanted a hungover patient to work my magic on. I stand at your door looking pretty normal, heels are in my bag with the little head gear. I tell you I'm desperate for the bathroom and rush into there with my coat on and come out two minutes later, looking like your perfect idea of a slutty nurse. 
I stand at the doorway and wait for you to notice, and when you do, I tell you that I'm here to look after you in the sexiest way possible, that when I'm done with you, you're not going to have nothing to worry about but how good it feels to be inside of your hot, wet nurse. I start by massaging you all over. Legs, back, neck, all oiled up. The noises you make when you're getting all relaxed and turn me on and you can feel my wetness on your body whilst I'm straddling you due to my lack of panties. I tell you to lie on your front, so my real cock-worshipping can begin. You're cock is in front of my waiting for me to get it standing to my attention, ready for action. I lube you up. Both of my hands gliding up and down, up and down your shaft. My palms lightly brushing the sensitive head of your now very hard cock as I get my motion almost fluid around your stiff, beautiful cock which I can't take my eyes off, and you can't take your eyes off me. My breasts are pouring out of this tiny nurses dress, I'm biting my lip constantly at the pure sexiness of the situation and I have white fishnet stockings on. All for your viewing pleasure.  I can tell you want me, so, in the spirit of you being my patient and me wanting you to lie back, relax and be worshipped and made to feel better, I kiss my way up your body and kneel over your face. Your moans of pleasure as I lower my wet, swollen clit towards your face are astounding. I have to grab the nearby wall as soon as the tip of your tongue reaches me. You run your nails down the back of my ankles, making my spine shake and more wetness pour out of me and you lick and moan under me. I lean back so you can look up and remember how I look and so that my hair falls against your cock, letting you know that I haven't forgotten about it. It's always on my mind. Your tongue feels incredible from this angle. You're pushing and pulling me to get the perfect spot and I think to tease me a little bit. You're enjoying this and I think you want to drag it out, but that's okay, it's your treatment, you hot, hard patient. I'm shaking and cumming as I kneel over you, but your don't stop, don't take your tongue away, and I cum twice again the next couple of minutes as you keep me over you. I think, I hope that you like the view. 


I'm back to work on your cock. Lubed up for the second time, I lock my eyes on yours and you watch my lick and suck your balls. Mmm they feel so good in my mouth, I love playing with them. They deserve some attention. My hand never leaves your slippery, pre-cumming cock as I worship your balls. As I take your balls out of my mouth, I replace my mouth with my hand and I know that you know what this means. There's no better hangover cure than deepthroat, and that's what you get.Slutty nurses don't do regular head. They deepthroat you whilst they play with your balls. They encourage you to control their head with your hand, pushing gently so you can see their lips touching your body and they let you do this until their eyes water and you're so hard and close that you need to be fucked. I fuck you. I ride you. Heels still on, my dress undone at the front by you so you can see my boobs whilst I fuck you, my stocking still exposing the top of my soft, smooth thighs. I'm your very slutty nurse. As you explode inside of me, I can't help but as I grab the massage oil, ready to aid your post-orgasm relaxation through massage. I whisper to you that I won't be getting changed and that you're in some serious need of after care. 


Slutty Nurse Sundays? Let's all implement them. 

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I need this.

It's decided, I need you. There's no going back from here. 

I need to meet you somewhere very, very public and feel your rock hard cock against my thighs as you firmly push me up against a wall to greet me with a hard, long, passionate kiss. I don't want pleasantries. I need you to get me home in whichever way is quickest, tease me on what will seem like the longest journey ever. Kiss my neck, nibble my ears, stroke my thighs whilst my hands pay attention to the area on the left side of your flies where I'm presuming there's pre-cum dripping onto the top of your legs. My smooth, bare legs in summery shorts will, as planned, whip you into a frenzy as you tease your way up them with your fingers. I show you my bag. Underwear and sex toys. You're in for a treat. 

We're home.

I want you to know, shutting that door, that I'm going to fulfil every fantasy you've been having about me recently. We're not leaving this flat until you've done everything you want, everything you need to do to me. I kick my shoes off and kiss you, hands on your waist band. You've made me so turned on that my breath is shallow. I don't even know if I'll make it through foreplay, I need that cock in me. I drag you to the lounge by your jeans and sit on your sofa and I undo your belt, button, flies. I'm slightly annoyed that there's so much in between my mouth and your cock. You know how much I need it. Boxers dropped to the floor and there's no teasing here. The tip of my tongue gets that pre-cum off you first and then then the most beautiful penis I've ever seen is travelling to the back of my throat, making you moan, making me moan, making my panties even wetter. My eyes don't leave yours for one second. I need to see how you're enjoying it. You need to see that every part of me wants you right now, that my body is aching for your touch. God I want you. My clit throbs, swells up, it's begging for attention. You're cock is in my throat. My hands on your ass to push you closer to me. My eyes are watering as my bottom lip is teasing your balls. Right then, I can't help but let out a moan. You know how I adore deepthroat. But you're about to cum and that can not happen until I've felt this hardness inside me. I pull away and whisper to you 'I need you to fuck me.' 

You command for me to get to the floor, the bed is too far away and you know how much I like to be pounded against a hard surface. My leggings and pants are off and I shiver as you run your little finger down me to see how wet I am. You mumble something. I'm gone. My head is a mush of sexual frustration and lust.

You don't fuck me. Instead you're tongue reaches my throbbing clit. It flicks up against it over and over and I'm banging fists on the floor because it's so good. I'm close and I'm not sure if you're going to stop. My back starts to arch up but you grab my hips and slam them to the floor. Screams were all you could hear. 

Don't waste time. Fuck me. I'm begging you with my eyes. You oblige. Grabbing one of my legs and entering me sideways. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

Pound. Pound. Pound. Fuck YES. You're body hitting mine again and again is teasing me into a state of euphoria. I can hardly breathe and all breath I have is screaming your name and begging you not to stop. I know you won't. My body is totally, totally yours underneath you. Giving me a cheeky ass-slap and proclaiming to me what a slut I am, I feel as if I might explode, that all that is keeping it together is your hard, thick cock thrusting deeper than ever before into me. You don't stop as your thumb pushes against my clit and I cum. Hard, long, hard orgasm that isn't given any mercy by your thrusting cock. 

Still shaking and cumming and screaming with shallow breath, I feel you expand inside of me and I know you're right on the edge, we both know that we're not going to waste your perfect cum inside of me. I reach down and grab your cock as you pull it out of me. Lubed up by my extreme wetness and cum, I stroke it until you're kneeling over my face and I'm lying on my back. Still stroking firmly with my palm hitting the exact spot of the bottom of your cock that gets you, my eyes are on yours as I wet my lips and run the very tip around them once,open my mouth and have you empty your big, sweet tasting load all over my face and mouth. My tongue plays around with you to make sure you're orgasm is long and something out-of-this-world. 

Wait 15 minutes. Repeat.

I need you. Come get me.

The Best Orgasm.

When it feels like the first time, it's the sexiest, hottest thing imaginable. Sometimes the first time isn't the best time. But a guy who can make you feel like you've never been touched before? That's something else. My best orgasm to date was when I was still a virgin, over two years ago (which I was until I met Salt. See here to read about that) and it was with Salt (there were others before him, but he helped me along on this incredibly sexy journey which got my out of my virgin shell and made into the naughty little slut that I am today). 


It's about a month after we've started seeing each other and we're at my house. We've had a fun night of just hanging out and watching things on TV and we head up to my room. It's tidy and particularly inviting as we sit on my bed and he kisses me. He's been wanting to do this night, I can tell. He's pushing me back on my bed and getting on top of me, holding my hands, kissing my neck and moaning 'oh my god's in my ears as he gets really, really hard in his jeans. I'd never felt so wanted and sexy as right now. I want his boy so badly. He's so good at making me hot. I need him. Pulling off my vest top and kissing down to my cleavage, I can't help but smile and I get goosebumps all over as he tugs at my leggings. I feel like I need to stop myself getting so aroused. What's the female version of pre-mature ejaculation? I don't know, but I feel like I'm attempting to avoid it right now as he is kneeling down in front of me on the floor. He strokes, kisses and worships my legs and ankles and then up to my thighs. He runs his fingers, then his palms hard down them, as I moan and shuffle to get comfortable as his long, soft fingers reach my underwear. He kisses the outside of them. The cotton of my panties feels like a metre-thick iron door and like tissue paper all at the same time. I'm still a little nervous but as his hands and mouth are teasing around my vagina, my clit becomes swollen and, without any direct interaction with my wetness, my heart starts beating hard in my chest. I can hear it in my ears, thumping. I know he can sense my wanting, he knows that I want, I need him to push my knees back so that he can have access to me properly, satisfy me. He pushes them wide, now being slightly forceful, which turns me on even more. He leans forward and pushes his face into mine in a hard, fast I'm-planning-to-blow-your-mind kiss, grabs at my panties and throws them over the other side of the room. Kneeling back down, his lips meet my thighs again and I'm now gasping, I can't be too loud because it's the middle of the night and I have housemates who have to study hard, but all that matters to me is Salt being hard. 


That tongue. How can that tiny tip of that tongue make me want to explode? Making a connection with my clit, I'm gone. There's no stopping the moaning, or the fact that every muscle in my body has tensed up with that feeling. I have to put one of my feet on my dresser to anchor myself, to make sure that I have something to push hard against. He's teasing me. He'll stop every now and again to make sure that I'm not cumming too soon. What is he doing to me? I've lost total control over my body. His tongue is in charge. Every time he takes his mouth away for those few seconds, I'm throbbing and it feels like a lifetime, but then when the tip of his tongue reaches me again, it always feels like the first time. 


I don't have one single thought in my mind when my toes start curl under and my heels dig hard into the bed. Salt grabs my left thigh hard and stop it from shaking, so he can concentrate on the spot that he knows is about to get me screaming. I wasn't prepared for this. My nails were now pushing into the balls of duvet I was grasping as I was desperately trying not to be noisy but my breathing had become so shallow and my heart was beating one hundred times a second. My back arched up and Salt came with me, not phased by my writhing around. His tongue still hit that spot. My body had no choice to give in. My whole body shook with the intensity and euphoria. But it didn't stop. I was cumming and it wasn't ending. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I threw my head back and was now tipping the dresser because I was pushing so hard. Fuck. Fuck. I hadn't screamed, I couldn't. It was like I was paralysed by the pleasure. 


When I manage to lower my legs, I'm still catching my breath and I'm a little shocked. I just had an orgasm lasting roughly 30 seconds. I need a break. I'm not sure Salt realises what he just did to me.

Mansoon.

Summer, hello! This is for you.


Imagine a Saturday in June, the weather is perfect, you ate a bacon sandwich for breakfast and have come to the city to spend some time just hanging out with this guy you woke up with, the guy who made you the bacon sandwich, the guy who made you cum three times before you left the house at 1pm.


There's nothing in particular either of us need from any of these shops, we're just there for a browse, but people are getting stressed out and impatient with us as we slowly wander around, Frappuccinos in hand, laughing, smiling.


I decide I want to have a quick look at formal-type dresses for a wedding that I have to go to soon, so we head to Monsoon (always good for the wedding-type thing). I'm in the mood for a quick look around, hopefully something blows me away. Salt heads off to look at the boys stuff and I'm left to saunter around  and pick some things out. I pick three or four very average dresses, just in case they look good on, and head to the changing rooms. On my way I slide my hand round Salt's waist to tell him that that's where I'll be, quickly show him the dress that I like the most and kiss him, softly and smiley, on the lips. I'm surprised at myself, I'm not a fan of PDA but I take it that the sun has got to me and made me crazy.


Monsoon changing rooms are awesome. Big, well decorated, and what I like best about them is that they're closed off, no one can see your feet or the top of your head, nor is there any awkward gap in the side of the curtain. 


I'm just trying on the final dress when my phone rings. It's one of my uni friends. I sit down on the stool in the changing room while she tells me how hungover she is and speaks about some boy, I'm not really paying attention to her when I hear the assistant and Salt talking outside. "Yeah, go ahead", she says as Salt thanks her and then there's a knock on my door. I unlock it and he walks in, I'm still on the phone when I whisper "hi", smile, and tell him that it's Kerry on the phone. He doesn't say a word, he just looks at me up and down, then looks down at his trousers, back at me and starts to unbutton his jeans. I'm trying to have a conversation on the phone but all I can see is Salt exposing his junk and moving towards me. I'm shocked! I get goosebumps and butterflies and all sorts of things shoot through my mind when I come back to reality and realise that I haven't heard anything Kerry has said in about 30 seconds. I attempt to wrap the conversation up. I'm not sure Kerry's getting the hint. Salt's hand is now running up my bare thighs, exposed by the yellow prom dress I was trying on. He leans in to kiss my neck and I swiftly tell Kerry "Look, I've gotta go, Salt's here, I'll call you later". 


I throw my phone onto the pile of clothes that I've manages to make on the floor, but I don't notice what happens to it because Salt's has pushed me against the wall and is kissing me hard. He puts his hands in my hair, stops kissing me, looks in my eyes and makes an approving noise before thrashing his tongue against mine and pushing our bodies together. I can feel his hardness. His mouth meets my ear as he moves his right hand down over my body, grabbing my slightly exposed breasts on his way down to my panties. His lips don't leave mine as he gently strokes me through my frenchies. His hand finally touches my skin. He teases me, hovering over my clit for a few seconds, making my body beg for his touch. Trying to be as quiet as possible I let out a whimper in his ear, but he 'shh'es me before biting my ear lobe hard and his hands glide through my wetness. He stands back for a minute, looks at me again, straight in the eyes, moves close towards my lips, then suddenly squats down and pulls my red, lacy french knickers down and gets me to step out of them. No words have come out of his mouth yet. He takes the opportunity to kiss my thighs, caress my ankles and taste my now very moist vagina. But he doesn't linger this isn't the time for it, his lips are back on mine.


This is so naughty, I'm going to get fucked in a changing room in the middle of a busy shop, in the middle of a busy Saturday, in the middle of a busy city centre. My heart is racing, my vagina is throbbing, I can feel myself grabbing onto him tight. 


He's so hard. I touch his smooth cock gently, but he grabs my hands and pins them against the wall. He kisses all the way up my neck and breathes heavily in my ear before whispering "I'm going to fuck you, Spank". I inhale sharply, dripping wet from his authoritativenessclit getting ready to make me explode. We both know that he's in charge, though. I'm nervous but excited as I get closer and closer to orgasm. Can I not scream? Our eyes meet again, the intensity rises as his body is grinding against my clit. He grabs my ass, pulls me into him so he's the deepest inside of me that he could possibly be and he tells me "you're going to cum. Now." My whole body tenses up and I start to cum and when I do, he continues thrusting. He's getting close too. I can tell by the way he feels thick and rock hard inside me as I'm cumming. My tense, tight muscles against him prove to be too much and as I'm mid-orgasm, he tells me that he's close. I decide that I'm in charge now and gently push him away and get down on my knees.


I'm still shaking and cumming as I look up at him and take him in my mouth whilst I hitch the dress up and let him watch me press hard onto my g-spot, prolonging my orgasm as his hard, thick, dick is in my mouth. I can taste my wetness on it. With one hand wrapped around his shaft, one hand inside myself and my eyes firmly on his,there's not much time before he pulls on my hair hard to let me know that he's ready to do what he came here to do.


I don't take my eyes away from his for one single second as his load shoots from his rock hard cock to the back of my throat making me moan out with my lips fully stretched around his girth. I apply the perfect amount of pressure with my hand on his shaft, making sure I swallow every last drop of his delicious white stuff. Making sure I can taste me and him all at the same time, letting him enjoy the fact that he just seduced me and made me his toy for a little while, whilst there were people just centimetres away who could've heard, walked in, got us kicked out or arrested. Right now though, as I cheekily tease his super-sensitive tip with my tongue, all that matters is that he's satisfied. That he got what him came into my changing room for. 


I let him recover for a few seconds as I get changed out of the yellow dress and into my clothes. Once he's ready, I straddle him as he sits on the little stool and kiss him, softly and smiley. "Hi" I say. He replied "Let's get lunch".


We walk out the changing room, does the assistant know? 


I didn't buy the dress.

Boutique sex (part 2). Paradise.

This is a post in dedication to all things Japanese.  Maybe some people will read it over there and their hearts will lift for a few minutes in the current situation.


So, Love Hotels? Know about them? Seem 'um? See here if not. Love Hotels


So, a late March night morning in Japan. It's cold and I've been sitting on a bus for two hours. I get off the bus and Salt is there. He kisses me and I'm a little surprised. Kinda hot, I know he's excited. He's been living on someone's floor and hasn't been able to..be alone for a long time. We've picked out a hotel, it's "paradise" themed and one of the most popular in the city. We grab breakfast quickly and head over to start our first Love Hotel experience. It's not even 11am when we pick a room - 3rd floor, large room. We walk in and it's incredible. Huge bath, huge bed, every amenity imaginable. A sex toy vending machine. Condoms everywhere. 50 inch TV, an eight inch cock and a whole load of undeniable, unbeatable sexual chemistry. 


We're not here to take in the scenery, I wanna get fucked. I push Salt onto the bed. It really is huge. Huge and firm. Just like what I can feel against me as I straddle him and begin to whisper into his ear how turned I am and what I'm thinking about and he kisses my neck and ears.. He runs his hands all over me but being clothed is not good enough for him right now. He sits up and I release him from under me. He starts to undress me. As he pulls my leggings off, he begins to realise that underneath my Le Sac dress and leggings, there's nothing but fuck-me underwear. Stockings, corset, suspenders, no panties. Once he touches me and feels that I'm already wet, he's gone. He pushes my legs up and I fall onto my back. I slip my dress off as he kneels down and instantly goes to work on what is now my extremely wet vagina. This whole situation is very sexy. We've only got a few hours before Salt has to go to work, I'm travelling the next day, so this is just 6 hours of fucking and that's exactly what we make it. I cum fast and hard and screaming out. This room was built for sex. It needs me to cum, it needs me to enjoy every second of Salt's soft tongue running up and down then length of me. Post-orgasm I lie there whilst I enjoy the view. He's undressing himself. I sit up and run my nails down the front of his boxers but don't waste any time in removing them and touching that gorgeous cock of his. He wants me and I have no intention of teasing him or denying him, so I grab the lube. There's seconds in between me closing the cap of the lube and my feet resting on his shoulders and having that rock hard cock deep inside of me. He fucks me like it's been years. He's being dominant and manly. Fucking me fast and hard and slowing down when it all gets too much. I'm his right now. My legs are everywhere, where ever he wants them. All I know is that with every inch of him inside of me, the way he's looking at me and his powerful, hard thrusting, I'm getting fucked like never before. He cums probably the hardest I've ever seen him cum. He shouts out and  my nails push hard into his back as he fills me with his long over-due spunk. We collapse. There's so much room on this bed to lie and recover.
We both drift off in that beautiful post-sex haze. 20 minutes later and my mouth is around his shaft after I've covered it in cherry lube as he lies there and enjoys me. He deserves this. No porn in over five days? Salt's a hero. I want to make it so he doesn't need to pleasure himself for another five. Do everything to me. We've got hours. There's nothing else to do apart from share a jacuzzi bath together, but that can wait. I go down on him for a long, long time until all that delicious lube is gone. Until all I can taste is his pre-cum. Until he's pushing and pulling my head so he gets just what he needs from me. Until his heart is beating fast. Until he has lost all control of his own body and he's shaking and gasping and swearing and shouting incomprehensible words. God I love how much he loves to cum in my mouth. If going down on him didn't turn me on enough, having him watch me swallow his load makes me so wet.
Afterwards, we chill out. I rub his legs for a while, and his back. Kiss his neck, play with his hair. He flips me onto my back and plays with me. He makes me cum over and over with his hands. God, he knows how to touch me. How to make me lose my breath. I always want him give me that orgasm and he always does.


I don't know how many hours we've been here when Salt runs his hands up my thighs and we start to kiss, lying next to each other, when I climb on top of him not yet exhausted, when he enters me slowly, with one hand on my ass and the other in my hair. I ride him. I'm in control. It's intense. There's hot, deep, passionate kissing. He's biting my ear. He's talking sexy, he's moaning and breathing heavily right in my ear. I'm tensing up. There's something about this sex. Something about the way he's looking at me, the way he's kissing me. This is the kind of sex some people only dream about. I couldn't want him any more right now. I can feel how hard he is inside of me, how huge he feels. I'm tensing up as I fuck him. Tensing up as the power shifts and he spanks my ass hard, as bites on my lip. I lean further forward and he spanks me harder and harder until I can't take it any more. I'm shaking, moaning. Everything is a blur. He gets harder. I can feel him getting close. My God, this is something else. I can feel everything 100 times more intensely than I usually would. His touch, his cock inside me, the pressure on my clit as I ride him and I'm about to explode. I scream out, let him know that I'm going to cum right now. He is too. And we both grab on to one another and shout out. I think I blacked out with pleasure. I have never, ever felt anything like this. Fucking incredible.


We're not done.


We fucked, sucked and came our way through the next few hours. I came at least 12 times. He came in every way he could wish for. His cock got worshipped in the exact way that it should have. I took all that sexual frustration and left him longing for more.


We leave paradise feeling satisfied.


Our first Love Hotel experience was excellent. We'll back.

What I think about...

You.


I think about you turning up at my door at three o'clock on a Saturday afternoon. You've played football, but come straight here. You're sweaty, muddy and bursting with testosterone. Of course you won. You scored and you came here to score again and, I am absolutely not going to deny you that. I'm in my lazy clothes and glasses, I'd not been expecting you until later so I'm not ready. You've really caught me off guard. You take my breath away when you respond to my surprised "hi" with a hard, deep, hot kiss, pushing your whole body up against mine, up against the door that you just walked through. Your face is cold from outside. I put my hands flat on the door behind you as I begin to get over being shocked and start enjoying this sexy surprise that just arrived at my door. Your hands are all over my back and up my top, then back down to my ass, you grab it hard. You've still not said a word when you take your lips from mine, grab my hand and lead me into my bedroom. My room is a mess. You don't care. You swing me onto the bed. I lay there, getting comfortable, as you kick your old trainers off and pull my sweatpants off, roughly, tugging them off my feet. The first noise that I hear from you is that moan as you run your nails down the front of my pink cotton underwear and you watch me sharply breathe in and bite my bottom lip. We lock eyes. I don't say anything, but I know you know what I'm thinking, what I want from you. You smile and push my legs further apart. God you're sexy right now. I'm getting wetter and wetter, by body craves you. You're kissing my thighs and stroking my ankles. I lift my pelvis up because I'm desperate for you to remove those panties and finish what you started.
They come off. You're nails are on my skin again, this time running slowly up my thighs as your whole body moves towards me. I watch and breathe in as your soft, wet tongue grazes my soft, wet clit for the first time, then I throw my head back, close my eyes and feel every single incredible sensation shoot through my body. I tense up. As your tongue explores all of me, making me wetter by the second, my legs shake. You're moaning gently and the vibrations feel so good. You are so, so fucking good at this. I have to control myself so I don't cum in about fifteen seconds. Your left hand is gripped on my right thigh, I notice that it gets tighter every time your name leaves my mouth. Don't stop. Your fast tongue is hitting that spot, the one that makes me scream when you find it, every time. That spot that makes me beg you to keep going. My back starts to arch and my whole body is trembling with that intense pleasure. You moan loudly as my shoulders push into the bed and my back and ass slam into the bed and I have one of the loudest orgasms of all time. You're tongue is still exploring as I recover, the tip of it feeling how sensitive I am right now.


You stand up. God you look sexy in that football kit. I expect you to, I want you to climb on top of me. I can see that you're hard. Football shorts don't hide anything. Instead, you pick up my pink bath towel and the first words I hear from you since you've been here are "I'm getting in the shower. Don't get dressed."

Upside down, inside out.

I'll keep it short, you already know I have a thing for blow jobs. But upside down blow jobs? Almost better.

They are so sexy. The last time, I was on my kitchen table, which I'm sitting at right now. Legs up the wall, stockings on. My underwear was already halfway across the room after being ripped off before I was given a good seeing to by Salt's tongue. Salt stood over me. Hard. Waiting. So hot. Before putting him in my mouth I can look up at his lovely body. That is hot. It makes me want him more. His cock feels completely different in my mouth, it's like learning to give head all over again. Having my tongue run along the top of his cock, getting to feel every curve is perfect. 

What else is amazing is the way it looks. Ever since Salt mentioned it to me, I love watching porn with upside down blow jobs. You get to totally appreciate the girls body, and there's not a girl in the world that wouldn't feel sexy lay upside down like this.

My boobs look fabulous and are available for touching, grabbing and teasing. I get really wet during any kind of blow job (it's the noises. The way Salt moans my name, they way that sometimes he can't scream my name because he's overcome with how good it feels) so he can lean over and feel me getting wetter as wetter. 

He's also in more control. He's moving his body at the pace he wants. He's leaning over my body, rubbing my clit, but as he's leaning over, it pushes his solid cock further into my throat, which gets me more wet, which makes him make really sexy noises, which makes me even more wet. etc. 

What else is good about it is how I can play with myself. He's getting a blow job and watching me pleasure myself. Listen to me moan for this cock and moan for my own hands. 

It's just finding somewhere that's a good height for comfort for both of you. I wish I had a really high bed. I love my upside down blow job virginity in a hotel room bed which was fabulously high, but that story is for another day...

See no evil, hear no evil.

I never, until the story in my previous post, knew that I loved the thrill of possibly being caught. 


Salt has a loft in his apartment, meaning his bedroom leans over his living room. It's lovely. The ceiling is low, it's perfect for pushing my feet up against whilst getting fucked. It's hot. It also has room to bang your head when your banging!


So...when people stay over, downstairs, on the air bed, everyone can hear everything. 


It's summertime, two of my friends are staying with Salt, along with me. We've had a great evening. Good food, fun times with loads of our friends. We're in bed in the loft. I don't think it's even crossed Salt's mind to get sexy. I want to. Our friends are awake downstairs. They're always awake. They are also two people who oppose sex before marriage. Probably half the reason that I'm lying in bed, talking to Salt but not really wanting to talk any more, wanting to play! 


I run my hands up his legs and kiss him. Softly at first. I think that he thinks I'm gonna turn over and say goodnight. I'm not. I want to make him cum, in the silence, I want him to feel how wet I am thinking about just how naughty this is. How, we shouldn't let them hear us, but part of them wants me to. Part of me wants them to know just how good this is. How good it is to feel Salt's soft fingers stroking me and making me cum.


I start to rub his cock through his boxers. He's not fully hard yet, but he's getting there. I'm going to make sure he gets there. I'm kissing him as I pull his grey boxers down so I can feel him getting harder against my hand. As I stroke him, softly and gently, I can see him looking at me with a slight disbelief, sexy disbelief. He's biting his lip and throwing his head back. He's trying his very best not to moan out, he's mouthing 'oh my god' at me. I'm just smiling and looking at him seductively. This isn't stopping here. I want him, I don't care who is or isn't in this flat. This bed was made for orgasms. Salt leans over and puts his hands in my hair and moves them down to my shoulders, arms, hips, legs and the back of my knees. That spot drives me wild. Can I keep quiet? I'm super turned on now. Moving back up my legs to my underwear, his nails graze over it. I tremble under this slight touch and breath in sharply. He makes a shushing shape with his mouth. God I want him. More than ever I want him to climb onto me and fuck me. He pushes my pants aside and touches me. My hot, wet clit awaits him. He lets out another silent "oh my god" as he continues to feel how wet I am, how his touch glides over me perfectly and I'm squirming under him. Perfect. I forget where I am and start to breath a little to heavily. He stops, takes his hands away from the place that I want them to be most. I plead with him, in silence that I can be silent, that I'll be on my best behaviour. I kiss him, silently of course and he backs down. His fingers finding my wetness again. I feels fucking incredible, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to scream his name. He can see how much I'm enjoying it, how the slow, intenseness of his movement is bringing me closer to that silent orgasm. He bites down on my bottom lip, hard. He's showcasing how he'd be doing this hard to me if he could. I love it. My body starts to tense up and shake. I wonder if they can hear the sheets moving around, if they can hear how my breathing has become short and sharp as I approach that kind of intense orgasm that will just leave me wanting more and more from him. I grab some part of Salt's body as I reach an incredible climax that leaves me with my mouth open for at least 15 seconds. 


I look down, Salt is hard. It would be a shame to let that go to waste. I kiss him and mime to tell him that the orgasm that he just gave me was fucking incredible as I my hands find his long, hard, thick cock. Rubbing it for a minute makes me decide that this wasn't enough. I want to taste him. I want to be able to sense exactly when he's going to come and prepare for it and have him cum into my mouth. Whilst our friends lie downstairs. I pull myself up and start to move my way down his warm, beautiful body. His expression is unforgettable; a mixture of surprise, arousal and expectation. A silent blow job. My tongue circles his now solid head as I encase this gorgeous cock in my warm, longing mouth. My right hand slowly begins its work at the base of his penis, giving exactly the right amount of pressure so that his whole cock is getting looked after by me. As his penis becomes wetter from my mouth, I find it even harder to keep quiet, as well as the noises, I have an intense urge to moan out load. I want him to know that this is my favourite thing to do. I want him to not hold back and cum hard. I can't moan out, but I do look up at him, looking at me with my cock in his mouth in the dark and he knows. He knows that I can't get enough of him, that it doesn't matter what the situation is. I'd rather have his rock hard cock in my mouth. His hand on my arm, he's squeezing it tight, letting me know that he's enjoying what I'm doing and telling me not to stop. I know he'll let me know when he's close. I will be able to tell anyway. It's that time when his cock gets so wide, I struggle to get much of it in my mouth. He gets to that point very quickly. I know he loves the naughtiness as much as I do. Probably even more. When he's very close, I am suddenly more unaware of the rules, and the sound of my hand moving up and down his shaft is audible. All I want is for him to cum like I just have; hard. He starts to shake my arm and I know not to stop, I wouldn't dream of it, that he's about to cum right into my mouth and it's going be my favourite part of the whole day. He cums and I wait, making sure that I get every last drop of semen from him. I don't get to look up at him much until I take his satisfied cock out of my mouth and slide in next to him to kiss him. He looks mind-blown. I know he wants to shout out. We both lie back, exhausted. 


We manage to type one or two words to each other on our phones to describe how we are feeling. Then we fall asleep, innocent until proven guilty. 

You've got me caught in a place, panic for a minute.

Ever been to karaoke at like a proper karaoke place, where you get your own room? That's where this is based.
There's zero reason for me to be at this event. It's not really an event, just an excuse to waste time for the people involved. They needed to be in the city until morning, they didn't want to pay for a hotel and I wanted to see Salt, so here I am. Here I am, eating lamb curry with an odd mix of people. I know I can't stay over, I have to get the first bus home, but I've packed a spare pair on underwear, just in case.
I've also packed the one thing that I hope gets used tonight. My remote control love egg. It drives him wild, I know. He doesn't know I have it, he won't know until later, but I know and I can't stop thinking about it. People keep knocking my bag and setting it off, but they think it's just my phone. Salt does it. "I think you're vibrating, Spank". Little does he know.
We get to this karaoke place. It's fairly cheap and we can stay all night, so it's good for the reason we're there. Me and Salt are the only ones drinking, but we're drinking. We order some drinks and we have smuggled some in, so a calm, fun night turns into a heavy, *really* fun night.
It's about 1am when I pop off to the toilet with my bag to start the fun. Salt still has no idea, we're just singing away at the moment. The toilets are a bit posh. In fact there's only one toilet. There's lots of cosmetic things to use and free nail files. I pop the egg in, test it out and feel myself becoming aroused. It's been about 10 days since I was satisfied by him, so this should do the trick for the next few hours. I freshen up and get back in there. Two people are singing. Salt is facing the screen and has his back to me when I come up behind him and whisper "are you feeling sexy?" into his ear, hoping no one hears. Without even looking back he says "Why?". I don't tell him at first. I'm a little nervous. He keeps asking what kind of thing I have in mind. I finally tell him and he just says "oh my God. Gimme the remote". I giggled and pass it to him in what can only be a very indiscreet way. I probably don't care. None of those guys or girls are going to be teased to within an inch of orgasm tonight. None of them are going to experience the incredible sexual tension and build up that I am.


Salt says "That is EXCELLENT" loud, so our friend asks what he's talking about. He makes up some bullshit (quickly and tell executed) about the song that's just been sung. He's in control now. He doesn't press the button for a while, he's figuring out the best time, some time when he knows I can't react.
I order drinks. It goes off. Fuuuuckinng *hell* that's intense. I was already wet from the anticipation, but now? Holy shit. My brain is fried. I order the drinks and sit back down. We're sad next to each other, he's building me up to orgasm and all we can do is hold eye contact and smile knowingly at each other. The egg stays on for most of the evening. When he turns it off, I'm too aroused and sexy that I can't do anything. Turning it off leaves me hanging, so every time he turns it off, he'll get a text message from me telling him that I want him and that he needs to turn it back on. The text messages that are sent between us are exquisite, hot, beautifully executed text messages that explain how much we want each other. I'm so turned on. My pants and probably my jeans are wet. He keeps changing the rhythm of the egg, I like the hard, fast ones as they get my G-spot just at the right pressure.


A couple of hours pass, and we're more drunk. Are we the only people in the whole room who are drunk? Yes. Do we think we're being subtle as we try to keep our hands off each other? Yes. Are we succeeding? No.


Salt goes to the toilet. I know he wants me to follow him, but I just started singing a duet. I beg one of our friends to take over, because I'm suddenly "desperate for the toilet" but he takes about a minute of convincing.  By this point, Salt has come out of the toilet and is hovering around outside, where there are chairs and magazines for if the karaoke scene is just too much for you. I get outside of the room. Shit. There's 5 or 6 men in suits, businessmen outside the room. They're drunk. One's asleep. I'm drunk. I care for about a second. "Where are you going, Spank?" Salt asks, sarcastically. "I'm going to the toilet, Salt, are you coming?". He looks at me, then at the businessmen, then back at me, and says no, with a half excited, half nervous look on his face. I walk up to the door, mumble something and hold it open for a second, before letting it go when I see him walking towards me, quickly. It's not like they haven't seen us. They have. I enjoyed it. I wanted them to know that this guy was about to get what he needed from me. I walk into the only cubicle. Salt follows. I'm locking the door and engaging in this hot, hard, deep, passionate kiss all at the same time but then it's done and I'm all his. He's pushed against the door whilst I kiss him with everything I feel for him. He runs his hands up and down the front of my jeans, he can feel the egg vibrating, he can sense how wet I am, he knows those moans that I'm making mean that I'm enjoying this more than ever before. I want him. There's little to say as I move my hands from in this hair to his belt. I can never undo it, even more so when I've drunk too much 8% alchopop. He helps, I unzip him. I don't need to get into his boxers to know how hard he is. We're still kissing as I run my hand over his incredible penis through his boxers. He moans. I know there's no more time to waste. The toilet lid is down, so I sit myself down and get to work on this hard, beautiful penis that I've been dying to have in my mouth since about 4pm when I left home. It's perfect. He's so hard and he's hardly been in my mouth yet. I think the thought of 6 important businessmen knowing that he's in here having the time of his life turned him right on. As well as the fact I was working my magic on his massive cock. Giving Salt this kind of pleasure whilst all of our friends and strangers where metres away was HOT. Nothing short of intense, thrilling and downright sexy. The sexual tension was being relieved by my mouth, exactly how it should be.
I moaned loudly with my mouth still around his cock as he came, hard and fast into my mouth. I swallowed, as ever, knowing that the taste would be there for the rest of the evening, knowing that I'd be wetter just for thinking about it. 


Zipping himself up, I kissed him, hard and passionately. I wanted my lips to linger on his lips, as well as his dick for hours. Who knows when we could do this again? He walked out ahead of me, I stayed and touched up my slightly smudged eye make up. Standing there at the mirror, realising the love egg was still making me wet, I decided that this couldn't be the end.


Walking back in, I knew they knew. One of my girlfriends through me a knowing smile, I laughed. I already had texts from Salt telling me how he thought that it was one of the hottest things ever. I smiled at them and replied telling him that I wanted him. I really wanted him. I tried to sing, drank more, but all I could think of was some naughty, fast, public sex. I had the bug now, I needed a bigger thrill. I needed him to take this egg out of me and put himself inside me. 


We left karaoke, said goodbye to the people leaving for the airport, and then there were three. It was 7am, I was drunk, Salt was drunk. I don't have any idea if our other friend was drunk but I tried, and I tried and I tried to get him to go away, get him to leave for just long enough to drag Salt away and have my way with him. Friend wasn't budging. Whether he knew what we wanted and was just being selfish or whether he was clueless, I'll never know. 


Salt handed me the remote, his hand touching mine and sending electricity through me. We hugged, and I got on the bus. We swapped very, very hot text messaged for the next hour or so. Ones which I read over for months because they'd get me so riled up and sexy. There was no time, obviously, to remove the egg. So it stayed there for the two hour journey, where I intermittently would turn it on, just to remember...

All aboard...

This is brief, but I really wanted to blog tonight, as it's a lazy Sunday.

I wanted to talk about my public transport fantasies. I like being on the train or bus alone so much because my brain goes absolutely everywhere, about every single person who is around me (or on my mind). I don't know what is is about trains, but they just get me going whilst I'm on them. What I should do is get some love ball things that I can pop in before my journey, that would really make it delightful.

Secretly, I want to have one of those silent encounters with someone on a train/plane.bus/at the gym. I remember the first ever erotic story that brought me to orgasm (it's not train related, but silent encounter related), it was in one of my Mum's magazines in the sex bit, of course and it was a whole page of this girl's confession that she'd cheated on her boyfriend at the gym; this guy came to sit next to her in the jacuzzi, there were other people in there too. She had spotted this gorgeous, gorgeous guy getting in, but chose to take no notice, because she was having a nice, relaxing weekend whilst her boyfriend was away on business (they'd been having a couple of problems). So she opens her eyes when she feels this man sit in the seat next to her, and just smiles at him and goes on relaxing with her eyes closed. About 2 minutes later, more people have got out of the jacuzzi and there's only those two and two or three others, when he runs his hand up her thigh under the water. The girl is shocked, but she wants him, so she opens her legs slightly, "he knew what I wanted". He ran his one hand down her back, stroking her back and top of her bum and the other hand slowly creeps up the inside of her thigh. He moves her swimming costume to one side and strokes her, gently. She's so turned that she cums within seconds, the water hiding her tremors of delight. He takes his hands away and gets out of the jacuzzi. She follows him to the male changing room where they fuck in a cubicle, all wet and sexy end sexy. She never knows his name or sees him again.
That story, for about a year when I was about 15, was the only thing that I thought about when I masturbated,. It's so hot. So naughty. *I* wanna have an encounter with a hot man in a jacuzzi/the gym. My gym here is always full of couples getting a bit inappropriate! Maybe it's the place to go for some naughtiness...

The After Party.

6am. Foreign country. Birthday party of a friend. Drunk. Really drunk. Me. Salt. A smaller-than-single bed and a desk. Here's how it went.

I'm dressed beautifully, FCUK, sequins and sexy, smoky make up. It was all for him, I'd really wanted him to come. I was going to make it worth his while. 

Before I'd even had a chance to fumble around and lock the door, I heard the words "Are you gonna have sex with me, Spank?" He'd used my actual name, instead of one of his nicknames, which he never does unless he means business. I quickly pulled my earrings out as he pushed my dress up and started to kiss me and he was pulling the dress over my head within seconds. There was, of course, my sexy, black lacy underwear underneath. I'd been waiting for this moment the whole night and I know he had. My tights and pants were pulled off as well as Salt got onto his knees, making my knees and the rest of my body tremble with his amazing, amazing tongue, I was so turned on. I was lying perfectly so that I was comfortable and so came quickly and it was fucking incredible. (I have a whole Salt going-down-on-me blog post for the future)

How had he stayed fully clothed for this long? I undid his belt and trousers. It was my turn now. He was very, very hard as he stood in front of me, cock at eye level. I think he'd been hard for the past couple of hours, in fact. There'd been no denying the sexual tension between us. Now, I know I say it a lot, but it's true, he's huge. So huge width wise that I cannot deepthroat him. Unless drunk. See why I love drunk sex? I knew where his beautiful, hard, enormous cock was going; was right down my throat. I adore giving head. I almost never want to stop giving head, and so being able to get all of that length into my mouth is an absolute pleasure. I also love those first few moments with my mouth around his cock, getting a feel for it, making it wet with my lips, making it as hard as it can be and enjoying the pre-cum. I'm not a tease and Salt didn't let me be. He knows what he wants, and so, grabbing my hair just how I like it, he lets me know, physically, that he needs me to deepthroat him. I oblige. Over and over and over again. After the first time it's easier and he can thrust in and out of my throat almost fluidly, and hold my head there for a couple of seconds when he wants to take in how it feels to have his whole shaft inside my mouth and throat. He gets harder and bigger by the second. As he moans 'oh my god', I moan too, this turns me on. Making him this hard is the biggest turn on for me. He feels me and I'm so wet, he makes me shudder and moan loudly as he runs his hands roughly over my wet clit, my lips still wrapped around his extremely hard cock. 

He let's go of my hair and I lift my head up, hand wrapped around his girth. He tells me to lean back. I know I'm in for an incredible fucking because I know how this boy can last when he's drunk. This could go on for hours and I want it to. I lie back on the bed. It's hard and uncomfortable for sleeping, but perfect (and I mean perfect) for getting fucked hard. We'd realised earlier, mid group conversation that he'd not brought the lube from his and I had none, but this didn't matter, I'd already cum once and was on the verge again, I was wet. I don't think there was a transition point after he entered me. Just hard, fast, deep fucking. There's no messing around when you know you've got porn star stamina. Legs and arms were all over the place, all over each other as I pushed my pelvis up for deeper, harder fucking. Fucking that you can't help but scream and moan out to, even if you have sleeping flatmates inches away on the other side of the wall, who cares? They should know. Everyone should be having sex like this. 
He keeps looking to the side of us with *that* look on his face. I told him before he arrived that he'd be fucking me on it, made me promise. I'd tidied the mess that usually consumed it so that I could just hop on and feel like his naughty secretary who was good for nothing but being fucked. 


"Get on the desk".


It's just the right height, width and sturdiness to sit on and have someone stand up and fuck you without worrying. My legs were out wide and I leant back so he could watch himself slide in and out of me whilst he plays with me, making me shake and moan louder, which I still didn't feel guilty about. He's moaning out profanities and my name over and over as he enjoys the view. The desk is banging against the wall now as I wrap my legs around his back and push him deeper inside of me. Don't stop. This feels mind-blowing. I move closer to the edge of the desk and Salt kisses me and bites down hard on my bottom lip and lingers there while he pulls my hair slightly, knowing that it gets me. Knowing that I'm going to loose it, scream and cum hard soon. I'm shaking whilst he's perfected his angle with my on the desk, my body is tensed up against his. He stops. 


"Back on the bed"


Sprawled, diagonally on my tiny bed, he lifts my legs up and starts slow. He's close but not too close, I know I've got an orgasm coming and with his thumb softly gliding over my clit, I'm there. Hardly catching my breath, Salt pounds into me faster and and harder than before I'm pretty much shouting, he's pretty much shouting, the bed is now banging against the wall and ourbodies are banging against one another. My hands are squeezing his shoulders and I can feel him getting super close and ready to explode inside of me. His whole body tenses up and he smiles and then shouts out. If the flatmates weren't already awake, they were now. There are whispers from him, but I don't think he can talk probably right now. He collapses next me to me on the bed, exhausted. I'm not surprised. Like I said, the boy's got stamina. 

Boutique Sex (part one)

Hotels, aren't they fantastic? They're gonna be my life one day but until then, I like staying in them at every given opportunity. I have high hotel standards. 
What do I like about them? I like the way they smell, the way every single one smells the same but different. Even if you go to a chain, like Hilton or Raddisson, it's different from city to city. Hotels are also made for sex. Every single hotel room in the world all 20 million of them have seen sex. If walls could talk. 


My first sexy hotel experience was when I was 17, with Paolo (he's not exotic, we're from the same town, but we'll call him that because of the song that reminds me of him). I was on a trip with my school and Paolo, my holiday romance (which started on the coach and lasted until I left for university a few months later) and I sneaked out late at night and found a dark corner of the hotel's basement corridor to get a little bit naughty in. I was hooked from then on. There was also some sluttyness that went down in a church that week, but that's for another day. 


Me and Salt have stayed in loads of hotels over the last couple of years. I guess it's been like our thing. It's what you get for being far away from each other, but it's so exciting! 


Late August, it's been six long weeks since we saw each other and I'm waiting in a lush boutique hotel, where we've stayed before, dressed in nothing but a dressing gown and some very underwear. Six weeks. It's the longest we've gone without seeing each other since we met and we've got three whole nights here, alone. The reconciliation was incredible, don't get me wrong, but it was the last night that was some of the best sex I've ever experienced. First there was dinner and a movie in our bedroom. Then the fun really began. 
I slipped off to the bathroom to put my new, beautiful babydoll for him and when I came out, he's blindfolded himself and he's just sitting here, waiting. I climb on top of him and he's more excited than I've ever seen him. His hands are all over me and when he can't take it any more and he takes his blindfold off he pushes me back to just look at me. I think that was the first time I felt truly desirable. I was wanted and I wanted him. The sex that followed was particular spectacular. We used the whole room (and it was a big room - we'd been upgraded). It lasted for what seemed like hours and I came what seem like a hundred times.
My blow jobs skills are, apparently, second to none and this is what this night was about - the perfect head. He wanted me so bad and I looked the part right now, so being down on my knees in front of him, next to a mirror so he could see what exactly how I was doing what I was doing was perfect. Like I've said, he's big, really big. So I really, really love having him in my mouth, it's almost a challenge every time. His back is against the door and my knees are slightly sore from the beautiful wooden floors, but that all went away once there was a rock hard dick in my mouth, covered in delicious lube, that I wanted more than anything else. Salt's got my hair and wrapped it around his hand, taking full control of my head, of me. He knows what he wants and it's something that's irresistible about him right now. I can look at him, looking at me, in the mirror. If I do say so myself, it's something to admire, the profile view of a blowjob. He's so hard. He's hard and he's moving my head exactly how he wants. My right hand and my mouth are working together while my nails on my left hand are sliding down his thighs, or clasped in his as he gets closer and closer to the edge. I'm moaning and he's moaning my name. He's moving my head faster. His cock is sliding in and out of my throat. He's throat fucking me and it's the most incredible feeling, I wish I could smile. I'm wet. I don't want him to stop pulling my hair because the pain along with his moans along with the feel of every inch of him on my tongue is getting me wetter. But he does stop and even then I know that this image will stay with me, but in a matter of seconds I'm on my back,on the bed, knees high in the air, bottom lip being bitten, getting fucked. 
After that incredible blow job, it's not very long before our marathon, last night of naughty hotel sex, sex session comes to an end and we're both more satisfied than ever. We collapse into the Egyptian cotton, fucked out and tired with nothing more than mumbles leaving our mouths.
This won't be the last time. 

Into the depths...

I always wanted this to be a blog about fantasy, but it's taken a while due to a ridiculously hectic couple of weeks.


It's been a very, very sexy couple of days (minus the sex). Yesterday morning in class, all I could think about was fucking. Spanking, in fact. Then it started...fantasy after fantasy after fantasy after fantasy. I couldn't stop. All day.


I have a variety of fantasies, wishes and sexy hopes all of which I want to touch on at some point, but for now let me tell you about my girl-on-girl fantasies.


There's no one particular girl I have in mind. None of my friends fit the bill for what I want, but I do want it. I want girl sex. I have to try it sometime soon because it's been in my head for a long, long time. I have no interest in a relationship with a girl...I'm a girl and being with someone like me just doesn't interest me, boys have that self knowledge, open, if-I-want-you-you'll-know-about it attitude that I don't think I'd ever get from a girl. But SEX, that's a whole different ball game.


My current, reoccurring fantasy involves a girl at work, who I've only said a few words to on a few occasions (there's hundreds of people who work where I do) but I know from overhearing her conversations that she's gay, but even before I knew for sure, the thoughts had entered my head. She's shorter than me with dark brown hair that's shiny, all the time. She wears these work trousers that are baggy on her legs, in a cool, flare-y kind of way that fit perfectly around her waist. She always does her shirt up to the top button, even though she doesn't have to, and she's always smiling. For the purposes of this, we'll call her Ginge (she's not ginger, I know).


So that's her and this is the situation that plays out in my mind when I'm walking home from work and she's on my mind:
It's Saturday night. It's 2.30, I start to walk home, as my flat is only five minutes away. She shouts to me and jogs up to me as I'm walking away. She's trying to find a taxi but we both know that she won't. There's small talk, and I regret the words "I only live across there, you can stay at mine until the morning, if you like?" as soon as they come out my mouth. The walk home goes very quickly, too quickly and we're thrown into the awkwardness that is my empty living room. I'm suddenly not so tired. She suggests the wine that she can see on the side. We drink, she picks a movie whilst I get changed. The film hasn't even started when she pours the last few drops of wine into my glass. I want her. We've not even discussed where she's going to sleep. The wine takes over and I take her bun down and run my fingers through her hair and tell her how I always think it's so pretty and shiny, and I'm jealous of it. Then her hands are in my hair and there's lips on mine. I can't help myself and I run my hand up her thigh. She doesn't protest. We're kissing and I'm undoing her trouser zip, I have no idea what I'm doing but I want to do it. There are no spoken words as she takes me out of my misery and pulls her trousers down past her bum and I pull them off for her. Her legs are so smooth and toned. I'm mesmerised and hardly realise that she's kissing my neck and has her hand up my top on my back. She lays me down on the duvet in our living room which is always kept on the floor as an extra seat and starts puts her hands down the front of my pants as she looks at me and keeps on kissing me. I can't and won't keep my hands off her, I'm so turned on and I know that the minute her fingers touch me, I'll be orgasming within seconds. I'm assertive and flip her on to her back, pull her underwear off and run my fingers slowly along her. She's wet. Really wet. I run my hands along her smooth, beautiful legs and finally, get to put my tongue on her. I'm nervous, but she's enjoying it. She's noisy and my name sounds sexy in her accent. She grabs my hair as my tongue gets faster around her clit. She's stopped shouting now and she's just breathing heavily and moaning slightly. I want to give her an incredible orgasm, I want to be good at going down on her. I grab her ass as she gets closer and closer. Her once relaxed legs are stiff and make perfect triangles either side of me. She's wet with my mouth and with her arousal. I flick my tongue quickly around the spot where it obviously does it for her. I know she's seconds away when her body starts jerking and I have to grip her ass tighter to keep my tongue in that magical spot. She grabs my arms and moans that she's cumming. I keep my mouth and tongue there whilst she shakes and screams. Once she has collapsed in a heap below me, I stand up, take her hand and lead her into my bedroom...

Pic via Elly's Expression

Not the first time...

Through distance not choice, Salt and I don't see each other very often, so when we do, it's extremely hot.

It's late and I'm stood in my flat, alone, dressed in an intricately detailed babydoll, stockings and high heels. I've spent hours making sure I look, feel and smell the part - good enough for nothing but fucking. Turns out I was.

 After buzzing him in, it feels like hours until he opens the front  door, but when he does, it's like he's never been away. We have a staggered conversation about his phone in between kisses and smiles and then we give up on talking and I'm pinned against the wall in the hallway with his hands all over me. Frantically and sexily we're kissing and undressing him as quick as possible. I can't wait, he's so hard already and I can feel it through his corduroy trousers. He's got his hands in my underwear, stroking my clit quickly as he bites down on my bottom lip and waits for a reaction. He gets it. I'm so aroused, I just want to be fucked, hard and fast. 

We stumble into my room and we're back up against the wall as I finally get to unbuckle his belt and pull his trousers and boxers down and see his incredible, hard cock waiting for me. The first time I touch it, Salt lets out this moan that turns me on like never before, I love how he loves it. My black, lacy French panties stay on, there's no time or need to take them off as he pushes me back against the wall and gets ready to put his now fully hard cock inside me. I'm slightly too tall in these heels for it to work. What a tease. I'm wet and my legs are weak from how aroused I am. 

Salt kisses me, pulls my hair a little and pushes me onto the perfectly made bed. He's on top of me and I wrap my legs around him as we kiss. The heels are heavy, I kick them off. Distracted by the shoes, I'm brought back to the sexy reality of my bedroom by Salt's tongue brushing against my clit. He's pushed my legs back over my head and is holding them with one hand so the other is free to tend to my knickers. It quickly turns into rough, hard licking which is fantastic. I love how the flat of his tongue feels moving all the way over me. It feels incredible, mind-blowing, out-of-this-world but it's almost too much. I want something else. I want what we both want more than this and the words "fuck me" just slip out. Salt obligingly gets up on his knees and he kisses me, bites my lip exactly how I need it and then he sits up. He sits at and I look at him, I'm waiting. He's waiting. We both know it's coming, that feeling. There's nothing for it but moans, moans that sound almost relieved the first time that that huge, hard cock enters me. It's my favourite thing and to feel it now, for the first time in a long time is indescribable. 

After both having to take a moment to recover from that exceptional feeling, Salt has me. I'm under him and my legs are wrapped around his body and I can feel every inch of him inside me and I'm wetter and wetter by the second. There are words and moans and kisses and bites but it's all irrelevant in comparison to being fucked by him. Harder and harder. I widen my legs out. There's no noises but my moans and the sound of skin pounding on skin, quick, furiously, with passion. His thumb has now found my clit, I'm about to explode. Keep going. Don't stop. He stops. I hardly catch my breath before his tongue is back circling my clit in the rough, turned on way that feels new. Holy shit. I'm shaking and screaming as his tongue finds that spot. My back arches and I shake harder. Salt moans as he grabs at my ass whilst I cum. Spectacular. Post-orgasm haze and I'm being fucked again. Salt gets close and bites down on my ear so hard that I can feel myself revving up for another orgasm and I can feel him getting close. I want him to fuck me this passionately all night long, but I want him to feel how I just did. I spread my legs out again and Salt goes for it. I mean goes for it. Porn style. God it's good. He's huge. He feels huge, now more than ever. He's so close, his face says everything. He fucks me now harder than ever before. We're loud. Too loud. I don't care. He's cumming. I wrap my legs around him so tight, his whole body is on mine as he orgasms out his frustration.

Now is time for greetings. Now I want to hear about your journey. I've missed you. Let's eat pizza.