Posts archive for: August, 2009
  • Spanking At Home And Not In The Office

    Mr Home Office is an awfully nice chap.

    Attending a conference instead of being a slut in his bed seems not to be a problem; in fact, it has heightened the moment of expectation.

    So much so, we talked again this evening and got carried away.:>

    He listened to me spanking my own bottom!!! How sexy could that possibly be...however, listening to his reaction was wonderfully naughty! Therefore, let me tell you, wonderfully sexy indeed.

    I daren't tell you what he has ordered from the internet for our sexy play time, whenever that will be, but it has caused him delght with the thought and I know for a fact that he will 'try it out' as soon as it arrives at his home address!

    It's purple! Yet I have to wear it...for his pleasure! Amidst fits of giggles this evening on the phone, we talked about technique and expectations... I'm sure the giggles will subside when the serious fun begins.

  • Kisses From A Kitten

    He jumps onto my knee and then my shoulder...nuzzling into my neck and hair.

    He kneads his little paws into my skin as he purrs so loudly.

    His mouth seeks mine over and over as he tries to taste me.

    Finally he rests on my rather comfortable breasts and coos every now and then...(That's a purry miaow)...whilst trying to nibble my chin!

    He dabbles with the keyboard and watches the mouse on the screen.

    He walks over the keys and then sits on the return button.

    He has walked on the dog's back.

    He has kept a great, yet inquisitive distance, from the matriarch feline who hisses and growls ferociously.

    He has created gymnastic havoc in the dining room.

    He has caused war between the childen.

    He has trashed my desk.

    He has eaten the newspaper.

    He has clung to my neck when the washing machine went on spin cycle.

    He has stolen the dog's biscuits.

    He has settled in beautifully.

  • Emily's Evocative Wuthurings

    Wonderful and beautiful.
    Passionate and rugged.
    Wild and free...

    This adaptation of Wuthering Heights is excellent, evocative and harsh.

    Heathcliffe is the very depths of passion, madness and haunting....

    His coldness beneath the burning is tangible.

    I adore this novel, written by a young and isolated girl who died young...and as I've already told you, I am reading it again...

  • Words From Jones

    'It is me, Jones,' he said.

    'Thank goodness for that,' she said.

  • Words from Jones...

    We have struggled to maintain contact...finally tonight I got his number...yet he has messaged me several times and I have received nothing....

    This evening I replied....

    I still wait.

    I will feel warm contentment when his words finally flicker onto my screen...

  • Self Restraint...

    I have cancelled Mr Home Office; actually, 'deferred' is more appropriate! We spoke the other night for ages. An intelligent and well spoken gent indeed. We have discussed when and where we may meet as I told him that Tuesday would no longer be possible. Instead of the silent dropping of interest that is so usual with this type of arrangement that does not immediately materialise, he has become even more keen to meet. That makes a pleasant change; delightful to be asked how I would prefer to be spanked instaed of an offended silence!

    G-Inc has also been cancelled...by me. I just cannot feel the burning desire to risk leaving my children with a rather new au pair for such a long period, even though I return the following morning. Also, I do have someone coming to fix the door locks on Wednesday morning and I really do not want to cancel that!

    So...I am being a good girl all day Tuesday and also Tuesday night!

    Goodness knows when I will next manage some fun, but for now, I need to get my own house in order.

  • I must choose...

    Sex is like a bus. I wait ages for just one encounter, then several encounters arrive on the SAME day.

    Should it be:

    1.Mr Home Office...for a day of sordid sexual activity?

    2.A course with some guru...(Genuine work stuff)

    3. Or, G-Inc who has just invited me to our old haunt for a night of unbridled passion in the four poster!

    Therefore, it's looking like a combination of the course and then a prompt departure to aforementioned four poster amidst country lanes...

    He is no stranger.
    He was my lover for many months, albeit a couple of years ago...

    I will feel comfortable, relaxed, secure and warm.

    I may need to make arrangements...

  • Another Year Through...

    So there it is...another cohort, group, year finished.

    They are all enrolling at the college this afternoon...

    They did it!

  • Fireworks and Fizz

    I have decided I am too curvy.
    I need to lose weight.
    I don't know how yet, although having the new au pair means more freedom to go to a gym and to exercise...

    I will not enjoy smaller boobs.

    Therefore, no diet if the boobs start to go!

    Interestingly, never have I had so much desire and so much want cast upon me ....being Marilyn Monroe size...

    Loving my body and being confident makes the fizz of the firework.

    I adore exploding amidst the tangled sheets of lust.

  • Kingdom of Heaven

    Magnificent and huge....

  • Ms Au Pair

    She seems quite okay actually, older than the last one.

    Head screwed on.

    She is quite firm, even made me feel a bit scared!

    Sportacus loves her and Budding Vet is gracious...and analytical.

    I am stressed.

    Completely.

    For the first few days it's like having another child...but one that is of a legal age.

    Important day tomorrow...for me that is.

    I will be terribly pained should I have let the Plurals down.

    It's a question of results.

  • Mr Home Office

    Mr Home Office is naughty.

    I have not met him.

    I have not heard his voice.

    I have orgasmed over him...in my head...indeed I have sent him rather a dirty recording.

    I am 10 years older than him.

    He is single.

    He wants to tie me up with my stockings.

    He wants to do many naughty things...

    A week today.

  • The Game is Up!

    'Have you put your profile up an a swingers site?' was the text I received last night!

    I caved in....and confessed. He loved it!

    We had a few laughs and a bit of a chat...no harm done.

    'How did you guess?' I asked.

    'Your desires and preferences,' he confided!

    I must be very transparent!

  • Gaviscon or ....Sex

    Is it just me, or is this Gaviscon advert just a tad sexual?

    I can't help it, but whenever I see these hunky fireman spurting out white jets of liquid inside this woman's body...well, I think of sex!

    http://www.tellyads.com/show_movie.php?filename=TA1815

    Take a look.

  • There's a Dinosaur Floating in my Conservatory.

    There is.
    A large one.
    A huge balloon, yet huge nonetheless.

    Walking With Dinosaurs is a tremendous show and we went to watch it.

    It was excellent!

    Although, yesterday...we got up early, drove for about an hour and a half; got easily parked very close to the venue. It was wonderful. The sun shone and barely any tourists were spoiling the view.

    'It's so quiet,'my husband said.
    'Of course it's quiet, it's Sunday, what do you expect?' I replied rather smugly.

    'Mummy, didn't you know - today's Saturday,' Budding Vet announced.

    Oh bloody hell...I checked the tickets and sure enough, they were for the 11 0'clock performance on SUNDAY. Actually, it's made the whole family giggle all weekend as Mum is usually super organised.

    Needless to say we had a lovely day, then we returned again today to see the show.

    Awesome!

  • They said ,'Yes!'

    The RSPCA, finally allowed Splodgeface to come home...not his real name! The dog has come over all motherly; the 14 year old feline is on a massive sulk; the kids are stalking it to death...

    He's only been here 24 hours!

  • Blue Games: second installment

    A jolly reply awaited me in my inbox. He's uploaded some rather impressive photos I have to say!

    I've decided to be 'Louise' in this deceptive game and I've promised him a photo soon!

    He says he just wants some fun and wants to know a little about me...I have been honest without giving the game away, so to speak.

    I have told him how much I enjoy wearing heels and stockings in bed.
    I've told him a few other things to spice it all up...I have also asked him about his experiences on this site and how I worry about meeting weirdos!

    He will reply soon...

  • Naughty Blue

    Rememebr I told you I had joined a 'naughty' site...a swingers site actually...

    Well, perused the inbox tonight and noticed an email address that looked familiar...

    A lovely sexy mail with lots of reference to prolonged passion and being good with his tongue...and making his partner repeatedly cum etc...

    He would love to hear from me.

    Well.
    He has heard me...loudly...many times.

    It's Blue!!!!

    How on earth he does not know it's me I don't know! Heels, curvy, sexy, dirty, lingerie, stockings... intelligent etc etc.

    But my email for THAT address does not allude at all to my identity...

    So, I have been a minx. I have answered saying how fun it would be to meet!!

    He wrote his message 4 days before we last met. I just replied tonight!!!

    So, let's wait and see shall we...how long can I play this...before I reveal who I am?

  • Tudors And Tiaras

    Get a hold of your corsets, breeches and skirts...heaving bosoms, glorious countryside and magnificent men...all a riding...

    The Tudors are back...

    Oh how my mouth waters and my heart races...

  • Vetted.

    We, the family, were 'vetted' by the RSPCA earlier this week, to ensure our suitability to adopt a kitten. I feel absolutely okay about this, however the irony of it made me smile.

    Step 1: you 'reserve' the pet you like
    Step 2: you complete a detailed questionnaire about your suitability (which has to be passed)
    Step 3: ALL family members must MEET the pet to ensure all family members are suitable.
    Step 3: you receive a home visit to ensure your home and garden is suitable.
    Step 4: you complete the adoption forms and make the appropriate donations.
    Step 5: The pet is allowed to be taken home.
    Step 6: A follow up visit or phone call in 5/6 weeks.

    Now, why is it that all that is done by a CHARITY and not by pet shops!

    As well as this, the irony that hit me the hardest was the case of the sunbathing python who killed and ate a cat earlier this week, whose owner sounded utterly flippant on the radio about the fact his fence panels were out! Good job it wasn't a young, small child who was retrieving a football then...

    I am NOT discussing cats roaming rights etc; I am discussing the incredible amount of detail and scrutiny my family has had to endure to adopt a kitten, whereas one can just pop down to the pet shop with a £100 or so quid and purchase something like a Boa Constrictor with no 'vetting' or follow up vist at all!!! Clearly, a dangerous animal that needs specialist and informed care, surely?

  • Rainy Day For Candles

    It's raining....

    There is a fairly strong breeze too and clearly I must be in a completely different country to some bloggers who have written about warm sunshine, golden gardens and the study window being open!

    In fact it's not a strong breeze, it's a gale!

    Grey and heavy clouds overlap each other in the sky and seem to tussle around for room.

    It's another oppressive day ...where I am alone with the children and I've switched off the radio discussion about results, education and university...this is part 1. Part 2 is next Thursday.Rantings by individuals who are so far removed from the classroom...it really annoys me,yet I know it shouldn't.I want to scream at them, 'Did the 100m earlier this week just get shorter? Did it become easier and less challenging? Did it?'

    No, of course not ;the approach, the training, the technique, the knowledge and the self belief became greater, stronger, more focused...but such analogies are lost on the insistent ignorant.

    Oh yes, there will be candles on a cake this evening...glimmering memories seep through my head from years ago.

    I struggle with this time of year, always.

  • My Poor Thighs...

    Aching...oh how they ache.

    I've taken two parecetamol!

    I can hardly walk.

    God it was good...

  • Fanny's Boobs and Bonking...

    God she was fantastic...Desperate Romantics BBC2 Tuesday... and I feel wonderfully empowered...a voluptuous sexy girl with fantastic natural boobs...oh...I now know what the view will be when I'm on top of Blue tomorrow...around half ten in the morning (Although I have brunette locks and not red),...no wonder he loves it so much and really, yes really, I should stop worrying about my body.

    Should be deliciously exhausted and pounding for orgasm four by that time!

    Seamed stockings are a requirement...Debenhams are so reliable.

  • Mamma Mia

    Look...it's bloody marvellous!

    Real feel good sing-a-long stuff and Julie Walters is really testing my pelvic floor!

    It's wonderful and summery and warm....

    And of course Colin will always be Darcy.

  • Mountainous Challenge 2

    Fuck.
    I have just googled Crinkly Crag.

    VERY HARD!!!! it says VERY HARD ascents and descents with some..'scrambles' if desired... Just what the fuck is a 'scramble'? Will my life insurance cover me? Will I live to Christmas 2009?

    and...

    AND..
    It take 6 to 8 hours...well for me that will be 10 plus a helicopter I should imagine!

    I need to negotiate a smaller Crag! Just take a look...

    http://www.walkingenglishman.com/lakes9.htm

  • Mountainous Challenge

    I have decided I will climb

    'Crinkly Crag,'

    (it even sounds decrepid and frightening...)

    in October...the training has to start now!

    It's only a Lake District Hillock...but I am inexperienced with anything that brings on a sweat...

    except a good romp.

  • Lack of Quality

    I am disappointed.

    Very.

    With BCUK.

    The lack of quality allowed here is really appalling.

    Spam.
    Adverts.
    Outrageous porn advertising.
    Computer/technology advertising.
    Medical advertising.

    I flagged many the other night as there was nothing to bloody read!!!!

    Some write who are not on my friends list...whom I enjoy reading very much...my friends..I enjoy too..and I browse and peruse..not replying or commenting much, but their words are engaging..

    However, the recent nights are filled with utter spam crap...

    BCUK..are you not a professional organisation..or are you an invitation to artificial advertising?

  • Silent Sex Diaries

    It's a date...on Wednesday...it's Blue again...
    He's back from vacation as am I ...and I ..my God...I need an appeasing moment or few.
    It's been planned a while, yet I have been silent as I am playing the field a little...a naughty date with a much younger man on 1st Sept..yet I am not treating that seriously yet. He's a very naughty Home Office employee who wants me to be very submissive and naughty...oooh delicious...as I will see him once and then that will be it.

    Mr Sparkle proved just how good Blue is...and how well he knows my body. Although we meet quite infrequently and I have ended it at least once...but..I want the sex and I love the no strings - walk out the door - smile - catch you later mood....after all it's just fucking and no peace and beauty in sight.

    Mr Swinger has been in touch and I'm ignoring as has Mr Golfer and I am ignoring him too...I will give them heart attacks indeed should I ever allow them to orgasm in my presence again... and my cruelty is well-founded so I will not string them along.

    I miss the peace and the beauty and the wonderful deep sleep over Green Park.

    My mind is fraught and busy.
    I drink too much.
    I eat crap.
    I watch grunting porn.
    My mind is all moody and I mull over the murky married waters...that fill the rivers winding through my soul.

    To bed..again...next to the dribbling spouse with empty desires and cold caresses.

  • Concerts and Ghosts...

    Next week, we're off to see 'Walking With Dinosaurs' at a recent city of culture...really excited, although the tickets only arrived this morning! Rather last minute considering I bought them mid June! The children are not aware yet and we're keeping it as a surprise for them. I'm just hoping we won't have any hysterics as I've watched the trailer and it looks incredibly realistic and exciting.

    Another event I booked some while back is 'Elbow' performing at the M.E.N ...for Angel's birthday present.

    Now, how many seats/spaces are there at the M.E.N? I don't know, but it's big!

    How strange then that a certain ghost from the past is sitting 'dead opposite' in the same arena, watching the same concert, listening to the same words and music.

    Our world is smaller than we think.

  • Sex Changes and ...Wasps.

    Earlier today, I wandered into a charity shop in a local town with Sportacus and Budding Vet. It's an area we rarely visit, however, BV loves (I don't know why) charity shops...so spotting one she asked if we could pop in. It wasn't all that busy, however I immediately noticed the shop assistant and recognised 'her' as a local character.

    She is blonde, around 6 ft 5 with a magnificent boob job.

    I smiled and wondered if the children would comment as they are very inquistive and not much is missed by them these days.

    Quietly browsing, Sportacus burrowed into the video section looking for any videos that had pictures of swords on the cover! Meanwhile, BV was wandering and remained next to me.

    'Wow, she's tall,' she murmured. I held my breath...any moment now...

    Nothing, but I gently reminded her that staring at people was rude.

    Paying for some video that Sportacus had found, she whirled round facing us all and smiled, 'Oooh thank you darling,'taking the coins from his small hand as he visibly shrunk into my side, gripping my hand. He said absolutely nothing; just stared.

    It was hard not to stare at the two large, pert perfect mounds of flesh that presented themselves to us!

    Outside, BV could contain herself no longer.

    'She looked a bit weird.'

    So I took the plunge.

    'Darling, when you were born, you were born as a girl.' She looked at me as though I'd just told her the sky was blue.
    'Well, somethimes when people are born as a boy or as a girl, they feel very unhappy and want to change when they get older. So, that lady was atually born a boy and has changed into a girl...'

    'You mean, like wasps?'

    'Pardon?'

    'Wasps. They do that.'

    'Do they?'

    'Oh yes. Actually lots of animals are born as male and then become female later on.'

    'Right. Shall we get back to the car now? Erm, how did you know that.'

    'Mummy, don't you know anything? I read it...in a book!'

    This is the quirkiest moment in a long time...I'm still chuckling over it now!

  • At The Shop I Bought...

    A new kettle (the old one is leaking).
    A new deep fat fryer (not got an old one, just fed up of crap oven chips).>:-[
    A new digital camera (old one is a little damaged).

    Two small goldfish (White, grey, black and orange coloured).
    Two Butterfly Plec fish (never heard of them before but reassured by the shop assistant that my other fish will not eat them!)

    Luckily my children did not see their mother pour one of the goldfish down the sink...it got trapped in the plughole and I managed to rescue it. I hope it lasts a few days and did not get too contaminated :-/

    I am sick and tired of the tears and bloody tantrums of a certain 5 year old who is constantly wound up by his sister. (For a 9 year old, she's awfully good actually...)

  • Thrifty Thursday.

    Today I spent £2.40...

    on an ice cream each for the children.

    We walked along the sea front in the breezy sunshine and it helped my aching muscles from yesterday. In fact it was wonderful to walk on flat land!

    I have done little else today.

    The Director dropped a line...bad news on his family front...but good and relaxed chat.
    I have lost hope now with Bespoke.
    He defers and excuses..over and over.
    I have no more patience and will not be fooled. Yet he claims to desire to see me....I will chase no more...he is the one to make the move.

    I miss passionate flesh and delicious kisses...

  • Witches and Steps...

    'tis a huge hill...

    Yet I climbed it today with Budding Vet and Sportacus...and the dog!

    They have all collapsed and are deeply asleep...

    The view of vast countryside, reservoirs and forests from the pinnacle of Pendle is satisfying and delightful.

    Not a witch in sight, except the brunette with the wild children and darting dog!

  • Mooncups

    Thanks to Sienna I googled this...

    Girls...no more tampons, pads...just a Mooncup!

    I would get one IF I did not have my IUD...(I have no periods at all now because of my IUD)

    One day...I will have to give up the IUD...

    (My recent smear was 'abnormal' and I return for clarification in October...my IUD may not be suitable but I am a safe condom girl anyway)

    Mooncup here I come....

  • Glass Tears

    It is warm
    wet..
    downward in rivulets
    down her skin

    Not stopping
    but weeping

    she is bewildered and tastes the salt
    of her tears.

    Still a fragile girl
    Under the skin
    of her...

  • Heroin Death a Year On....

    http://prettyintelligentprincess.blog.co.uk/2008/08/10/switching-off-4567778/

    She made me write with my words as they sprawled across the page...well...her death did that.

    Heroin did that.

    You sell it?

    Never cross my path...my children can tell you their Auntie's story.

    It will make you feel uncomfortable.

  • Tears and Silence

    I cried tonight.

    Not sure why...but the pain welled up inside the spaces next to my heart and pushed upwards so hard,

    water fell out of my eyes..

    in droplets.

    My silence must have made Royal Scot feel confused..
    we were having a chat and I just lost the time...

    My words fell onto the page for Jones and I felt deep sadness and anger and confusion and stupidity...

    ..I mean I am a 40 year old woman and I STILL have not got my life sorted out where I feel calm and sensible and without desire or need.

    Is this just me?

    Surely, I should be the content little wife and mother?

    I really am crap at both...

  • Omagh on Channel 4.

    This should have been scheduled earlier on television.

    It's a powerful message and it's on too late at night.

  • Thinking and Wondering

    Tidied up today...it's Budding Vet's room next.

    She is so untidy, very.

    Beautiful sunshine today topped up the tan a little.

    Later we went down to the sea front and watched the airshow. The children paddled and found shells and treasure.

    I thought about Jones and wondered if Darcy was well too...

    I need some warmth and tenderness. Nothing dirty at all - just a little human contact.

    I feel pain tonight and some sadness.

  • Home Improvements...

    A ceiling in my house has just been plastered....

    the mess is awful!!!

    I know it is all worth it but I hate the mess. Splodges of plaster that have splattered and the attempts at washing the floor...
    dog prints...
    kid prints...
    cat prints...

    I wish there was a magic fairy that could do all this whilst I was away AND clean up!

    The decorator is back next week...

    Sportacus now has his 'new' bedroom. Just the beginning of a few months of home improvements and I hate it already!

  • Floating Friday...

    Slept in...Sportacus almost missed his coach to the cinema!

    Then, Budding Vet and I had a hectic day...buying for Sportacus' new bedroom...

    She is so grown up...for a nine year old...I was allowed to converse when the pages from 'Inkspell' no longer turned.

    Behind all this...Bespoke has made contact...and he feels stronger, more focused now since the bereavement...

    I am not hoping or wishing.

    Still he seems distant and I hold no hope yet. He is someone whom I would go so far as deeming 'the one'...yet, he must capture the moment of me and I still wait...it's only been five months of waiting, so it's no hardship!

    I feel a little bruised today from Mr Sparkle's frantic excitement.But that is all I feel.

    I have been tempted by the very naughty site...I may venture there later this evening.

  • Oh..the Sushi

    Lunch...mid sex...

    Sushi...and sparkling water...

    Delicious.

  • Sex and Sushi...adults only.

    She followed him...down the motorway until he reached the quiet junction...
    The quiet inn...

    Checking in, she smiled as he took the 'extra towels' before they walked up the stairs..

    Entering their lustful sanctuary, he kissed her hard and passionately...lifting up her dress and carrying her to the bed.
    She giggled.
    Her beautiful bra was ripped off...her matching pale pink underwear pulled down to her ankles...he fell onto her breasts and bit and squeezed and sucked her nipples...beautiful...he had lied about his age..

    yet...

    he passes almost as a blonde Jeremy Clarkson and she finds him sexy and attractive...

    He turned her over.
    He pulled her to the edge of the bed, still on her knees she took him in her mouth as he leant over and spanked her...his fingers suddenly moving and playing deeply inside with lube and lust...

    Later, his tongue circled her clit as she shuddered and shouted over his mouth.

    She was wet.
    Soaking.

    Her mascara ran...
    Her sweat ran down her skin...

    His words were dirty and urgent as he filled her...

    She writhed and struggled to take more...too sensitive, too hard, to intense. He claimed his interest inside her, face down ....everywhere...and she melted into the duvet...over and over.

    Later, they bathed and talked.

    There may be a next time; or there may not be...

    She is a little tender tonight yet she feels nothing for him, although he appeased her deliciously.

  • Lust on Thursday.

    Venue has been arranged.

    Meeting has been agreed.

    It will be very lustful...

    ...on Thursday.

  • Please Can I Have Sex?

    I need a rampant seeing to.

    These past two weeks, I have been bombarded by Mansion Man. I feel he is completely in love with me...yet, it's okay; it's not a problem actually. He's pretty harmless and he is very kind, although I do not feel passionate at all towards him..in the same way as he is towards me, yet, he is definitely a sexy bloke.

    I bought Coco Chanel, my favourite fragrance, at Sharm airport...he insists he will 'reimburse' me...he buys it when we meet...and I know he will..he is even texting me now!

    He was cleaning his pool the other day...his son goes to a very exclusive school soon and he may relocate from his steel town soon. Yet, a more down to earth chap you'll never meet.

    So, back to the issue of wanting sex..please.
    MM wants to provide.

    However, he will not give me the energy and dynamic intelligent passion I crave...millionaire or no millionaire...

    ...that, my dear readers, will come from a certain Mr Sparkle.

  • On Home Soil...

    So glad to be home actually...

    I have washed...and washed...and washed...holiday clothes today.

    I should be tired but I feel comfortable and relaxed.

    Having Sportacus' room decorated tomorrow - bought furniture for him today; buying a new bed tomorrow.

    British drama on TV...Desperate Romantics...fabulous.

  • Rain and Green Trees....

    It is lovely to be home...

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