Tuesday, 16 February 2010

Masturbating for a (virtual) audience

This blog has made a difference to the way I pleasure myself. I'm now more attentive to the details, imagining how I'll describe my exploits for my readers (however many of you there are: I hope more than just my 5 followers! Please do leave comments, just to let me know I'm not writing tales of my self-abuse to an indifferent world...)

This morning I was undecided about what to do. I started off under the shower, caressing my body with my slippery, soapy hands, running them over my breasts and down to my buttocks, teasing my anus briefly before rinsing myself off and deciding that a wet wank wasn’t what I wanted at all. So I got out of the shower, selected a medium-sized bottle of hair product as a makeshift dildo (a nice circumference, small enough to slip in easily but large enough that I know it’s there) and headed for the bedroom, still damp and dripping from the shower. I lay down on the bed, legs spread and knees up, squeezed some moisturiser onto my finger and massaged it into my clit, relishing the slight stinging sensation it produced. I spread the moisturiser further down and plunged the bottle into my depths, in and out, as I played with my clit. Good, but… I still wasn’t satisfied, I wanted something more. So out came old faithful, to vibrate gently against my anal sphincter. I’ve said before that I’m not particularly into anal action, but sometimes it can be fun, and I do like playing with the entrance.
I hope you’re imagining me, naked on the bed, with a bottle up my cunny, old faithful teasing my arse and my good old middle finger stroking my clit, all slippery from the moisturiser and my own juices… what would you like me to do now, I wonder?
What I did do was squeeze some moisturiser on old faithful and slowly, slowly push it into my anus, in and out, a little at a time… clearly I chose the right sized bottle for my cunny as old faithful had no problems in reaching the depths of my rectum, and I teased my clit, bringing myself to the brink of orgasm, then putting everything on hold, playing with my breasts and imagining my virtual audience, before heading back down to give my clitoris what it wanted… and I came, bottle in my cunt, old faithful up my anus, pelvis thrust shuddering up in the air with the strength of my orgasm.

Sunday, 14 February 2010

Sex and Song

There are certain songs which just ooze sex, whether explicitly through their lyrics or through a combination of chords or instruments. I’d like to share some of my favourites with you.

S.E.X. – Adam and the Ants
Not one of their greatest songs, in all honesty, but how reassuring, for a spotty teenager whose classmates were all boasting about “who with, and how many times” (to quote another Ant song), to be told that “virginity’s no crime / your body should be yours / and sharing it sublime.” It was to be another couple of years before I shared my body with anyone, but in the meantime I consoled myself with my own middle finger and Adam’s wonderful voice.

Personal Jesus – Depeche Mode
Everything about this song says “sex”. The throbbing bass line, Dave Gahan’s velvety voice caressing the words, the lyrics themselves – “Pick up the receiver, I’ll make you a believer,” the video, shot on a ranch in Spain, with not so much as a bare nipple on display but full of sexual suggestion just the same – just hearing it makes me wet. I believe, all right.

Lay your body down – The Divinyls
The Divinyls are most famous for a song about masturbation – “I touch myself” – but it’s this altogether darker, more sultry number that turns me on. Like Christina, I want to be the mistress of the night, a seductive temptress, making love until dawn with a willing body laid down next to mine.

Do you love me? - Nick Cave
I discovered Nick Cave relatively late, but was immediately hooked by his intensity and dark outlook. Listening to “Do you love me?” I yearn to be another kind of woman – more complicated, more moody, more temperamental, the kind of woman a song like that could be written about. I want to be swept off my feet and worshipped, adored and tormented, made love to by candlelight with Nick whispering fiercely in my ear as the wind howls and the waves crash onto the shoreline.

Tuesday, 2 February 2010

Porn show

When G. finds a particularly good porn film, he invites me to watch it with him. The latest was a gang bang where one (willing) girl, Bobby, got punished (handcuffs, blindfold, very light whip lashes) and screwed (anal, vaginal, mouth) by several men, with the proceedings being directed by another woman, Princess. Bobby and Princess are both pretty, fresh-faced young brunettes – girl-next-door types.

The film starts with Princess and Bobby on their way to the gang bang, with the ground rules being established: what Bobby is happy to submit to, what she isn’t prepared to do, and her “safe word” so she can stop the action at any time it gets too much. With the rules laid down, Princess ordered Bobby to strip off and put on a blindfold, and they entered the venue, where a group of about twenty men and women were seated in front of a stage, on which there was a bed and various toys and accessories.

As the scene unfolded I spread my legs so that G. could reach up under my skirt and play with my cunt, which was already wet and slippery with anticipation. Princess spread Bobby's legs and proceeded to give her a good fisting, with the camera lingering on how her soft pink tissues stretched around Princess’ hand. G.’s fingers moved in and out of my own cunt, rubbing my clit until I reached my first shuddering orgasm. Princess then invited men from the audience to use Bobby in any way they wished, and slowly they moved in on her, ramming their cocks down her throat one by one and then moving back to drill her cunt and arse, as the other men and women provided verbal encouragement. While Bobby was being screwed in both arse and cunt by two cocks, all while sucking on a third, she begged Princess' permission to come, which was denied. Meanwhile, being under no such restrictions I moved my own clit up and down rhythmically against G.’s finger and came again.

After Bobby herself was finally given permission to come (which she did, hugely, arching her back to an incredible degree and screaming with delight), G. decided a fisting session was in order, and slowly twisted his baby oil-covered hand up into me and in and out… in and out… teasing me, until I trapped his arm between my legs and forced his hand to stay in there, pushing into me, as my own fingers ran over my clit and I came a third time, whimpering with pleasure. Then he pulled out and flipped me over onto my belly, ramming his rock-hard erection up into me, until with a mighty spurt he reached his own long-delayed ejaculation.