Prettyintelligentprincess

Did you know there is enough room under the door in the fitting room in Debenhams for a five year old boy to crawl...

Standing just in my boots and knickers, I saw him disappear.

Then I heard a lady scream.

Needless to say, my boobs were too big for the dress and the zip would not go up...

So I settled just for the heels and the Jasper Conran hold-ups.

Darcy is dating

I am fucking.

I need adoration.

Why is it such an effort?

It weighs heavily deep within my heart.

I miss the attention of love.

I miss the adoration.

I miss the intelligence.

Where are you?

Show yourself to me.

Writing an engaging, saucy and vibrant profile is something I do well; something that either appeals greatly to the strong or scares the weak.

So, there I was...four or even five nights ago doing some fabulous writing and perfecting....it's a well known site for those wishing an affair as opposed to a one night stand...and my profile was accepted.
The hits began rolling in and I've been a little inundated to be honest, but the responses are so much more intelligent than the dirty, cheap trash sites...so, I'm delighted and certainly not complaining.

However...last night, I was no longer 'accepted' as I was too 'sexually overt' in tone and I was viewing people as 'sex objects'!!!!

Now, I probably have more intelligence, education, qualifications and class than the majority of that website put together! I was dumbfounded.

Needless to say, I have, shall we say, 're-written,'my desires and my 'tendancies' and my 'aspirations'....using their ever so helpful vocabulary suggestions.

Reading the stern telling off, I noticed they had kindly offered to give advice on how to INCREASE interest and therefore increase the responses from potential 'friends'....

Well, at this I had to laugh...they have absolutely no idea about engaging language!

If I get anymore hits, I will need to change my day job to read them all!

I have flirted outrageously tonight.
We have talked for two hours or so...

He is so rude...admirable, reliable, trustworthy, professional...but rude!!!

Sexily so.
And I can't wait until we fuck again.

I'll tell you EVERYTHING !!!

I'm itching to hear from Boy in Blue, but I must remain sensible and not become an obsessive fool!

I've noticed my bra is too tight today...are my boobs bigger I wonder!! I must be larger than the new bra I bought; that's not a problem at all

Back at the Building tomorrow...God I wish that woman would just leave. She is desperate to get out, but it seems no one will have her. I can't stand her. I'm feeling that awful pressure again and her vitriolic nature seeps out...even now.She is pure poison.

Heard from MLK today...lovely to hear from him.

Valentine's...well, I received one on my phone from a number I must have contacted in the past, but no longer have or keep. (I delete to resist temptation at inappropriate times usually, or when I need to remove myself from someone).
It was a beautiful rose...sent with a kiss.
I wish it was from someone I know it probably was not from...
I fear it may be from someone I do not want it from...one of those distant tangled liaisons that ended in disappointment.

Darcy and I are still in touch. We text and talk quite regularly, but he is on the 'dating scene' right now and I feel no pain at all.

That is good.

I've signed up to a new sex-dating site just to ensure my needs are met in six or so weeks time...when I indeed have some more time...for me.
New email address; new identity; new strategy: local. I must have someone close, local and yet discreet.

I am hoping of course I will still be quenching my sexual thirst with Boy in Blue...but I know he is also looking for a 'proper' relationship from somewhere like Match.com and therefore I will face the famine again.

I need to feast.

For almost four hours he explored, licked, kissed, massaged, pushed, delved, admired, coaxed, spanked, and completely erotically explored every oriface....until I was utterly drenched with sweat (and sexy bodily fluids...but the 'wet incident' from last time did not happen again so calm down!!!), and wobbly from the strong, hard orgasms that kept racking my body....

It is rare for me to orgasm without penetration...but Oh my God...

He moved the mirror so we were reflected along the whole length of his king size bed...I kept my high black heels on, the stockings and a raunchy, (well, let's be blunt shall we!), a beautifully sluttish see through sexy lacy number....

He used my toys sensitively, slowly, deliciously....

Until finally, when I really did think I could not take any more...he rolled on the ribbed...mmmm....condom and used so much might I thought I was going to be powered through the bedroom wall!!!

...and even then he took time to play and to stop and to start and to tease...
On my tummy, my knees, my back, sitting, squatting, standing...

How beautiful it feels to be completely beautifully fucked!
Oh, how I have missed it...AND HE LIVES ONLY A COUPLE OF MILES AWAY!!! Unbelievable!

Then lunch of pasta salad and crusty bread...

Curled up on the sofa...just touching and kissing.

Neither of us are sure when we can see each other again...
but I know we'd both like to!

The Boy in Blue has flirted all week....delightful and sexy.
We meet again tomorrow, shortly after 9 am...
I will park my 'other' car in some carpark and he will be there, touching me and wanting me in the short drive to his quiet house.

He wants heels.
Stockings.
Sexy ideas.
Sexy desires.

I want all of that and more.
I have told him all of my desires; fantasies; needs.

He admires how I tell him what it is I want...

I admire how it is he gives me all of that and then is up for more...

My body needs beautiful admiration.
My body needs beauiful attention.
My body needs and will receive...beautiful fucking...

...on Friday.

It is indeed a wonderful feeling to be ensnared, enveloped, enlivened by those with limbs long enough to do so....
Yet..
I pause and smile with a sweet irony...

The Boy in Blue is a mere 5ft 8'....
I am 5ft 6' barefoot...and at least 5 10' in my heels...depending of course on the heels.

He is still remarkably sexy and indeed the height is suited more than I realised; the heels arousing him more than I ever imagined possible!

He would suit you very well and , indeed, wishes to know about any 'female' interests I may have...

And of course...when you are tired of those Irish eyes and tall physique...then please send him along to me...
Although an experienced woman, I would thrive to learn more.

Yours always
Pip x

I am not good with temptation....

I drove.
I entered the darkened room...

He undressed me..leaving my stockings and heels on...

My basque..

A blindfold was placed over my eyes..I had not even seen him...
On the bed, I was cuffed and straps placed around my ankles and tied to the bed ...legs wide apart.
Lube and anal toys, I was at his mercy...

But...he was too desperate; too eager...and immediately the greatest power and strength was mine...
And I did not want that...
I endured and even enjoyed...patiently...
And a couple of orgasms later as his hands and safely wrapped member left my body...I wanted to go home.

I undid the clasps and asked him to free my legs...
Dressing quickly and with relief....I murmured my departure and fled...

Hat covering my hair....it was far too local...I motored back home down the motorway and sunk into a warm beautiful bubble bath and I washed and washed and cleaned and cleaned....

I wish I hadn't....What he did was just right...but his demeanour was just wrong.

The Boy In Blue has been in touch. Today, yesterday...

We have another date....next Friday and I can't wait. He loved the time we had and what we did and how we did it...

This time, he assures me, the windows will already be closed!

The IT man is still in reserve...and...I still have a free day tomorrow.

...he is tempting and the sense of danger is alluring.

I'm still undecided.

To cancel or not to cancel, that is the question.
Purely due to the fact that I wonder if my girlie bits can take it, as well as my thighs...
Yes, it may sound paltry to you, but yesterday was the first decent, vigorous romp since November 5th!!!!!!
And now it's February.
I'm out of practice.

I feel like I'm recovering from a hard strenous workout! I can feel the invisible bruising of his hands as they pushed down on my arms, legs, back, bottom and boobs...especially my nipples...it's utterly delightful and sexy though.
(Not to mention the naughtiness of the same bruised sensation every time I sit down!)

I'm dreading a mundane marital moment tonight....A Valentine's 'present' no doubt...

Definitely no orgasm there.

But the IT man is one of those 'quiet' ones with a jaw-dropping itinerary of experience and desires...he is so EAGER too...
He is willing to travel and willing to make that extra effort.
Polite into the bargain....

Now, I feel awfully tempted...as I never know how long the next starvation period will last.

Right, ladies and gentleman, I need to ask something!
This afternoon, I was in the throes of a delightful orgasm... (One of many, but let's not brag...).
Picture the scene;
I am on top.
I am sitting on a delightful gentleman...but anal is the style in question.
I am on the brink...the brink of coming and I feel shivery, goosebumpy and I know in a second I will be reaching up high for the ceiling as I clench, shake and shudder...it's one of my favourite orgasmic positions...

It happens; I am coming...and I feel an awful lot of warmth as I bounce and shout and convulse...
But it's more and more warmth and I look down...
I have actually spurted...pee!!!
All over his tummy, over my thighs and stocking tops!

Now...has this happened to anyone else? It has NEVER EVER happened to me before and it actually freaked me out a little, although he found it rather exciting.
And let me assure you...my pelvic floor is very well maintained and toned!

He met me..close by and we drove to his house. I had confessed my true whereabouts and my true vocation...and he smiled and said it was okay.
'I'm mellow,' he said.
Inside the bedroom he admired my new black basque...on my even newer svelte body; black stockings and heels underneath the smart suit..
Eventually on the king size bed...surrounded by books and music he licked all of me; every part until I felt he owned it; me; I was so far away inside the pleasure of the moment as he played beautiful music with my female flesh.
He was good...what can I say...just so very good.
Dirty.
Sexy.
Thoughtful.
So bloody good...I screamed so loud, he got up and shut the windows...

He did things to me I have never had done before.
He gave me so much pleasure over and over I was hovering closely between pleasure and pain.
I lost control and my body ruled the moment.

I sit here aching and warm and content.
That will do for now.

IT man wants to be thoroughly naughty...again from the trash site, but an engaging and intelligent response.

So here it is...not one, but two exceptional candidates this week after absolutely months!!!!

As well as the voice of the past who has engaged me and reminded me of beautiful times. We may not meet again, Darcy and I, but we have breathed fun and life the past few days.

I can still feel him.

IT man...Monday...I believe. I will be struggling to walk I think...

On Friday, I will be firmly held down by the arm...or arms of the law.

I've not negotiated his truncheon usage or indeed his ability with handcuffs...

What I do know is that he is utterly filthy and we will have some fun.

I can't wait for that Friday feeling...and it won't be a Crunchie...

If I do not feel completely, beautifully fucked by 3.00pm Friday, I will burst. I have bought new boots, new shortie knickers and a fabulous 40dd matching bra. Deep purple and black lace...

It's just slightly weird he lives less than 3 miles away, yet he thinks I live 30 miles away.

Just hard and wet and utterly absorbing..delicious and totally warm...

This morning under the sleepy duvet..and later this afternoon...fully clothed across the duvet and the pillow thrusting my bottom upwards...

I gushed and was wet and released.

The Friday Fuck is appealing and I want it and him...just for a couple of hours and then I can sink into the warmth of my body.

We spoke for two hours last night...easily, relaxed, fun and we giggled and remembered and talked and talked...

He is still the man I wish for.
He is still the man I will never have.

I would like a date with the intrepid explorer...but distance and time are not easy to negotiate.

Unbelievably...again on the trash site I have met someone within five miles of my front door... yet he is more intelligent and more discerning ...

We have arranged a pleasurable day this Friday....

Quiet...and with two lovely silent orgasms in the privacy of the bedroom as I imagined and remembered and fantasised...

I have a week to myself soon.

Mansion Man and G-Inc are flirting, but when it comes down to it...it is what I want...

Darcy is still within...

But I am not foolish.

Things are still the same at the Building regarding dynamics of the ...'team'...No movement; unfortunately.

I feel completely overworked right now and my stress levels are stupid.

And...to make things completely surreal...

Darcy texted me yesterday...throughout the whole day! And last night...and again today.
Just banter, memories and chat...

He is undone...yet enjoying his recently formed bachelor life.

I'm not undone. I'm unravelled.

But I'm not even foolish enough to imagine or even want a sexy reunion...I just remember the pain from last time.

I still want a couple/several hours/days.......for sex and fun...and I really must catch up with Jones if he's not gallavanting around...

So there I was
last night...having watched far too much porn and being far too aroused to fall asleep...

In the darkness of the room, curtains open...I just had to.(Lights off though!!)
I did. Really.
Why is it, as a girl I still feel it's a little unladylike, yet a man, it would not even raise an eyebrow!

To shout and shudder as the tension seeps out is delicious and sleek and restful.

Later, a heavy sense of relaxation cocooned me as I fell asleep.

Last night my dream was vivid...don't get me wrong I have vivid dreams always, but last night took my breath away and my heart raced with guilt.
I walked steep and narrow streets and entered a small shop of books and such....
and there..
on the bottom shelf was my book.
A large coffee table style, hard backed book with my blog picture emblazened across the cover.

I gasped and then stopped short as, in my dream, some pretender had done this and was taking the credit for it...not me!

I remember my estranged mother (as I often do)...as she turned the pages... and remember the thought of lawyers and courts...

I awoke to the sound of rain...and my boy wanting to be next to his mummy.