Prettyintelligentprincess

I got a mega viewing of my blog today...and I think I know why...the Kylie thing!
Here's me assuming it's all the sexy non-fiction...but no...Kylie tops the charts; she reigns supreme!
Innocently, I posted, entitled The Kylie Club....and OMG 1600 viewings!!!! Bloody hope they were 18 or over...
I've been a bit...risque today! And the first time for a long time!
Yes.
Really.
Yes I know...hard to believe... blah blah!
Anyhow...enjoy while you can as I should be so lucky, I can't get him out of my head.

Is this normal?
Am I normal?

I feel so highly sexed today it's absolutely, utterly exploding my mind.
And I've already played...sneakily...around lunch time...AND the rest of the family were around and about; downstairs and in the garden. Urgent and frantic writhing on the still unmade marital bed...then over onto my tummy..pushing my bottom up...turns me on immensely; clutching the sheets and shouting into the mattress, the smell of the Sunday roast wafting up the stairs.
Ironic that; more pleasure in the marital bed alone, always.

It's all his fault.
Completely.
Floyd Fan has...and will have...a lot to answer for and I was not joking when I told him he would get spanked!
The images of our illicit moment flood my mind and I'm oozing sex; bathing in the adulterous waters.

Remembering the boldness of his first words and the feel of him as he held me close and hard...hands squeezing my arse...enjoying the coldness of the long windowledge pressing into my thighs just above my stocking tops.I actually can't remember my skirt coming off.
I was desperate for him.
I was desperate for him to strip me.
I was desperate for him to fuck me.

I struggled with his shirt buttons...(nails too long and hands too trembling)
His kisses matched the urgency of mine and our tongues danced and played amidst the hot wetness.
Suddenly, drawing back, holding my head....eye to eye.

'You know you are sexy, don't you.'(Question mark not appropriate.)

Remembering the strong control from window ledge to bed, I had rudely already helped myself to his aroused state without being invited...his hardness just irresistable...his hands pushed my legs open and he kissed and licked and tasted me...I demanded his kisses then.
Returned the sexy favour...or tried to...
'No'
'No! stop!'(Exclamation marks definitely appropriate).
'I want to fuck you.'

As he entered me for the first time,the moments that followed were more than just an F word...so much more.
He consumed me.
Completely.
And I him.

That moment. That loud, noisy climactic moment was pure release of an aching need; an aching need that consumes me now.

I've joined the club; his club.
He once said, 'I feel like Kylie. I can't get you out of my head.'

I can't get him out of my head.

In my head.
In my head.
In my head.

Cue: 'Can't get no satisfaction'....The Rolling Stones..