The week ahead...

I'm practising my favourite form of procrastination- it involves me sitting in front of redtube in my panties while my left hand is busily occupied.

I've got good prospects this week- dinner with he who bruised me so delightfully last week, and then possibly a party with same.

I fucked a pretty indie boy last week also, more on that when I get the chance. That was actually un-planned, but sometimes my self-control is pretty poor. :P

I have trouble resisting pretty eyes and nice tattoos.

s

Tidbits

I really am insatiable lately; I'm typing this nude, in bed on my
iPhone- my big pink dildo stuffed in my pussy, stretching me. My left
hand is on my clit. When I got up to get the phone I left the dildo
in- right now all I want is to be filled.

A little test. More to come.

Sent from my iPhone

Who's to say love has to be soft and gentle?

I'm dotted with bruises today- for the most part, neat pairs of circular bruises in my more fleshy areas, and sore spots that haven't bruised all the way up my back. I can't wear my hair up to work, because the back of my neck is well and truly marked. I love it, of course.

He really hurts me, physically, and he's the first person who's really truly done that to me- and I don't mean hurts in the light spanking kind of way (though there's that too) but in the 'Fuck that hurts so much, I want it to stop but I don't want it to stop, and he probably wouldn't even if I asked.' kind of way.

He hit me with the cane, his hands, marked me with his teeth. While his fingers were buried inside me I could feel his mouth exploring the curves of my ass, and I knew what was coming. When he heard me starting to come his teeth closed just on the sweet spot, under where my ass creases when I stand. As I came his teeth kept closing, squeezing my flesh until I was stifling my screams in the sheets. Afterwards, while I lay there shuddering he pulled his fingers out and began to slowly and deliberately bite his way across my hip, up my back, hard each time, no pleasure mixed with it now, til I was squirming and whimpering and trying to get away. When he stopped I wanted him to keep going.

He's got such a natural commanding way about him. The boys I've been with before have always been slightly hesitant in their dominance- unsure if I'll obey and slightly flustered if I don't. He's so natural about it- he just expects my obedience, and if I do say no (not that that word crossed my lips last night) he just changes tack slightly and usually ends up getting what he wants from me anyway. I didn't plan to have sex with him last night, or let him tie me up (I'm not sure I trust him just yet) but when he said my name and asked me if I wanted him to fuck me, in that throaty voice, all I could say was yes. When he told me calmly to stay where I was, and went to get a tie for my wrists, I just lay there shivering and accepting. When he started to bind my wrists to the bed, I watched and said nothing.

Today, surveying my bruises, I only want to do it again.

S

To start with a metaphorical and literal bang...

So I'll have to admit I felt a little adrift being the only single girl in a room full of couples fucking around me. Particularly as I was the only one standing naked by the room-service cart stuffing my gob full of chips and pizza. (Well, a girl's got to eat.)

Aside from that little incongruity it was exactly as I'd imagined, except I was a little drunker than planned. It's hard not to drink when attractive men and women are plying you with drinks with the tacit implication that later on they will get to fuck you- possibly more than one at a time. I had been worried that the couples would be too old or un-attractive, but honestly it was all very Footballer's Wives - well built guys (or guys who had been well built five years ago) and their very attractive wives. People I would chat to at a pub, although admittedly probably not approach, but then you don't get many souful looking indie kids at swinger's parties.

As for the sex itself, I was fairly pliant- a combination of the amount I'd had to drink and my nature generally. There was one girl I couldn't take my eyes off, and I knew I had to have; otherwise I was fairly open to experimenting.

I remember my interactions with the girl so clearly- sucking her beautiful nipples into my mouth, sliding my hands along her waist, and later, pressing my lips between her legs, wallowing in my first taste of pussy in more than a year. I was on all fours on a footrest to lick her, my ass in the air and I was dimly aware of the feel of hands on me, fingers sliding into my cunt, stretching me before being replaced by someone's cock stretching me wider. Who, I don't really know- everything sort of faded into a blur after that point, being fucked while I had my mouth occupied and slick with juices. Being fucked, fingers being slid into my ass, being moved this way and that to better accomodate one cock or another; I was for the most part a willing and pliant plaything.

I don't know how many people fucked me that night, I don't even remember all their names. Sometimes I'm not sure how I feel about that, but when I think back to it all I feel is hunger.

And not for chips and pizza. :P