Tuesday, 22 March 2011

Perfect Date?

Amazing date.  Perfect.  Quiet Boy arrived with a rose, the whole evening proved step-by-step that he could be comfortable outside his comfort zone.

The night ended with a kiss, an anxious, little tongue to start developing to full-blown passionate face-eating.  He walked me to the station, took my hand, kissed it goodnight.  Perfection.

Monday, 21 March 2011

Tonight's the night

Our first first (first first) date is this evening, Quiet Boy has suggested a perfect evening for me.  Tailored for me, so much so, I am starting to doubt he will enjoy it.  I'm not adverse to finishing the night in bed but it will have to organically happen.

Sunday, 20 March 2011

Wakey wakey

Horny as fuck.

I wake up wet with my clit pulsating.  Where have all the casual fucks gone?  A gay friend tells me of Grinder...

Will investigate.

Saturday, 19 March 2011

Are we treating this as a first date?

Two hours before our big date and I get a crappy email asking 'Are we treating this as a first date?'.  What the fuck?!  Isn't that what was discussed.  Properly starting again, with wooing and courtship.

I don't respond.

Sunday, 13 March 2011

Formspring: Super powers and keeping calm

More Formspring:

If you could have a super power, what would it be?

Not to ever need sleep. Energy would be my power.

Finish this parodical sentence: "Keep Calm and _________"

Make Love... (failing that "pop the kettle on")

Formspring: Comments

More Formspring:

What is your criteria for approving posts on your blog? Sometimes I think I've really made a good, relevant (and sometimes witty) comment, but it never show up?

No criteria - I've published all that have come through (the reason I 'approve' them was only to stop continuous automated spam) - so unless you have medication and/or penis extensions to sell, comment away!

Formspring: Let's get up to speed

I had forgotten all about Formspring, I liked the idea of open questioning, except sometimes it asks for a black or white answer on a particularly grey subject.

Here's a quick recap of a couple questions I answered last year:

If you had access to a time machine, where and when would be the first place you travel to?

I'm obsessed with my family history. I would love to see my grandparents as courting couples.

Describe your perfect cock?

The perfect cock, is like the perfect man. Trying to describe him impossible. You think you want tall and along comes a short one. You think you want muscle and in walks a bean pole. You think you want long, luscious locks and in comes a skinhead. And so on. I like a cock that has attitude, stands to attention, tastes good. Above all? Be my alarm cock in the morning. Nothing like waking up to a hard penis, resting in the small of one's back.

I now have eighteen and some questions waiting...

Last night with my little friend

So what, my period arrived?  In reality I had booked the evening as an excuse to have a night of debauchery - surely that doesn't have to be planned a month in advance - and does fancy dress have to be involved?

I nearly cried in frustration when my period said hello yesterday evening, I needn't have worried.  I had a delicious evening of watching, peeking and enjoying the atmosphere.  I always forget evenings such as this, the moment I step through the front door, I feel at home.

Of course falling into the hotel room in the very early hours of this morning, I was alone, but that suited my mood, and of course I was so very aroused that only after three ladyplays did I sleep.

Bring on the debauchery!

Saturday, 12 March 2011

Say hello to my little friend

Until an hour ago, I was excited about my planned evening/night/morning of debauchery.  I had spent the afternoon being coiffed, manicured, massaged and was left feeling relaxed, horny, adventurous, excited, until an hour ago.  Dressed in a mainly patterned rubber costume and my period arrived.

Talk about timing.

Tonight will now be about looking not touching.

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Friday, 11 March 2011

Dirty Weekend

I've been planning this weekend for the last month.  A night of sexual adventure.  Take one (non-judgmental, trusting, horny) friend, add a costume that reveals almost as much as it covers, book a hotel and start listing fantasies to be fulfilled by strangers. 

What about Quiet Boy?  I'm still thinking about him/his penis/the situation/more of his penis.  I still remember what his cock tastes like.  

We've not had our 'first' date yet, and I honestly think he won't be able to give in to his inner fears and actually have and be in a working, functional relationship.  Is this a case of me giving him enough rope to hang himself?  And not in a sexy-auto-erotic-asphyxiation-kind-of-way...!

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Wednesday, 9 March 2011

Tree Stump

My mood is more romantic than Gumtree could potentially offer anyway...!  Not that the power that is Gumtree and alike would have such bad behaviour allowed!

It was actually this postsecret that warmed my cockles:

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Craig's Lust

When did Gumtree and Craig's List stop allowing clandestine encounters to be advertised?  According to the Washington Post - last September.  What have I been doing with my time?!  I'll get to that... All in good time.

I'm guessing the Craigslist killer can't have helped things.  That said, if I were to come to a tragic-sex-fuelled-end I'm sure I would prefer some internet evidence to be available for police to find than than none..  Hey ho...

Harrumph... As Gumtree and Craig's List no longer offer sit-on-my-face-go-on-you-know-you-want-to adverts, where do the discerning public go for such disconcerting activities?

Not changing the subject completely - why is it that NO ONE ever asks where you met your new beau IF it happened to be on the most romantic bridge in London - let's go with  the Millennium Bridge (yeah I know Tower Bridge would be the obvious choice here), with the backdrop of a beautiful sunset, when you locked eyes, you both just *pause for dramatic effect* knew... 

YET when you both met after responding to a sexually-inclined-advert in some shady forum, it's the FIRST THING anyone asks.


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Tuesday, 8 March 2011

Mad Love

"Insanity: doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results."
Albert Einstein

This quote is going around in my head as I agree to give Quiet Boy a last chance.  Not last change.  Final chance.  This. Is. The. Final. Chance. For. Us.

I feel harder this time, I feel like I can control the situation. In the pit of my stomach, I know I am fooling myself.  I never stopped loving him, so how can I stop falling in love with him again? D'oh!

We have a 'first' date planned.  Somebody shoot me.

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