Sunday, 24 March 2013

Caught in the act

Had another successful date the other day. It was with the same gentleman I wrote about last time. We spent an afternoon in London, drinking and taking a look around the Camden Markets. We had food earlier on in the day but the wine still went to my head a little and I ended up seducing him in the garden of a little pub somewhere in North London. I just can't help myself when I have a few drinks! I love sex in public places! needless to say we were spotted by the owner, and after having sucked my dates cock and straddled him for a while, eventually the owner asked us to leave.  Obviously not before he'd had a good old look ;)

Sunday, 17 March 2013

My Sexy Date

I went on a date on Thursday night.  It was brilliant!  This wasn't a date for work, it was totally extra curricular.  His name was Luke. I met him about a week ago at a dinner party.  He's bloody gorgeous; tall, dark and handsome, sexy lips, smouldering eyes, and a pretty perfect cock ;)

The main part of the date was fairly standard...We met for a few cocktails and followed that with dinner at Jamie Oliver's restaurant Fifteen (I highly recommend the crab spaghetti with chili and garlic!).  As with all good dates, we had a few drinks after dinner and then went back to his place.  I have to say, his apartment was amazing but I didn't spend a lot of time checking out the decor, I was mostly naked and on his cock....

We started with a bit of kissing and touching on the sofa and this soon led to the tearing off of our clothes, which then led to more kissing, way more touching and some sexy licking and sucking. All in all, I'd say we covered at least half of the positions in the Karma Sutra, managed a combined total of approximately eight orgasms, and fucked in every room and on just about every piece of furniture in the house. A very successful, sexy date. He has certainly left me wanting more!

Monday, 11 March 2013

Sore tits!

This weekend has got to have been one of the busiest weekends I've had in a very long time. I'm physically and mentally exhausted. My nipples are actually sore from being touched, teased, licked and pinched. Don't worry, it isn't a bad kind of pain. I actually get a bit of kick out of it...

Monday, 4 March 2013

Evening stroll, anyone?

I attended a party on Friday night with one of my regular clients. The party was in full swing by the time we arrived. It was held in a beautiful stately home in Oxford. From the minute we entered the front door, we had Champagne canapes handed to us. The waiters were beautiful young me. They all looked like models.  I'm quite sure they were.

The party guests were equally as attractive.  Everyone was beautiful. Everyone was stunning.  Everyone looked like they wanted to be fucked. Everyone looked exceptionally sexy. Sexual. Dresses were low cut, sheer, revealing just a little more than usual.  The men's shirts looked tight, there trousers also tight, emphasising strong muscular arms and legs. Tight arses.

About an hour into the party, I was light headed from the Champagne and decided to take a walk outside for some fresh air.  It was actually a little cold outside, but I welcomed the fresh breeze.  I must have walked for only a few minutes before I came to a cute little garden area, sheltered from the rest of the garden.  It was tucked away behind trees and hedges.  I found a seat and lay across it.  My knees bent and my legs slightly parted, I began to gently run my fingers up and down my pussy.  I softly teased my clit and gently slipped a few fingers inside myself.

I could hear myself moaning in the cool, quiet night.  The sound of my breathless voice turned me on more. I began to wonder who might be able to hear me, who might be able to see me. I worked my fingers faster and faster. Now using both hands to pleasure myself.  My fingers inside me, my other hand rubbing my clit.  I moaned louder and faster before a louder cry escaped from me as I reached an intense climax.  I felt my cunt tighten and release around my wet fingers.  I slowed the pace and gently withdrew my fingers.  I lay on the chair a little longer to catch my breath. As my breathing became quieter I became aware of the sound of footsteps on the path. The footsteps were fading, which meant whoever it was had probably just witnessed me touching myself.