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.

Here it goes...

So, I'm blogging. I'd rather not spend a long time talking about me, I imagine that over time lots of stuff will be revealed! So - a few things first; I'm in my twenties, I'll soon be a graduate and I'm itching to get myself into the real world. I can't say that I've been with many men, in fact, there's only been one, however, I've had a whole lot of sex with that one guy (we'll call him Salt, due to the fact that apart from "too much will kill you, he fits almost all other salt metaphors you can think of - he's the salt to my vinegar, raises my blood pressure, etc..). Of course, I love it and I'd love for people to know all about it, it's too excellent to stay in the bedroom! Enjoy