Goodbye 2009, Hello 2010!

Has everybody had a nice Christmas? I can’t believe that it has come and gone already. Myself and J spent most of the holidays apart this year, as he spent a few days with his family, and I travelled down to my parents house to have my own family Christmas. I don’t like being away from J during the holiday periods as it’s the time above all other times that I feel we should be together. But spending a few days with my family was important too, and I know my mum loves having me home, especially for Christmas.

J isn’t totally “accepted” in my family despite countless attempts to get everybody to get along and be nice to each other. It’s been tough getting myself accepted into J’s family too, especially as he has two grown up kids that are more or less around my age. But it all runs fairly smoothly on the whole now. But we decided to go our separate ways for this Christmas as he spent Christmas Day at his ex-wife’s house, so all the family could be together, especially as J has a new grand-daughter this year. (How old am I making him feel right now! Lol). The one member of his family that really doesn’t like me is his ex-wife!! They divorced several years before I met him, so it’s got nothing to do with that, but I guess it’s the ex’s prerogative to dislike the newer model!

But we both had good Christmas’ apart, and I returned home this past Monday, and we never lose our animal lust for one another that we have when we see each other after even just a few days apart. And we get to spend New Year’s together. Still haven’t quite decided where we’re going for New Years Eve yet, we have a couple of options.

I’ve recently picked up a part-time job at a bar on top of my standard 9-5 work schedule, so it’s still a busy time for me at the moment. It’s an expensive life I lead, and I need the extra money unfortunately. It’s great to get back into the bar-work scene though, I really do miss it. No offence to anybody who does that for a living, but I do feel that bar-work is beneath me as a career path. But it really is my calling in life – I get to dress up pretty, be leered at, be flirty, be chatty, meet lots of different people – it really is a great job to have, so I’m glad to be doing it again. Don;t know how long I’ll carry on doing it, maybe until I get bored, maybe until I pay off a few debts and don’t need the money as much, or maybe I’ll have to quit when I have to get back to studying around March time as I may not have the time.

On the topic of exams... Thanks to all those who wished me luck in my exams as well by the way, I did manage to get all three of them completed. I almost didn’t bother going in for one of them as I hadn’t done anywhere near enough study, but I did bite the bullet and went and sat it anyway. I’m just useless at home study, I always think I can be good at it, but there’s always better things to do. I did a college course for one of my papers, so did quite a bit of work for that away from home. But then the other two were all down to me to study at my own desire. And I couldn’t get the mix right, I tried studying a little bit of each every week, but just got confused, so I ended up concentrating solely on one paper for several weeks, and then lacked the time to do any proper study on the others. I really don’t know how I did – I need 50% to pass, and I’d like to think that I’m hopeful that I did enough to get at least that in all three of them. I did get 35% on the exam I took in June after all, and I only started studying for that less than a week before the exam, so I’d hope to do better with well over a month of decent attempted studying behind me.

I’m trying to get back to work on the blog – lots to talk about in coming weeks. Need to get Chapters 5 and onwards of the “Journey” blog written and posted, and have lots of current day catch-up events to bring you all up to date on as well. So I will try to get busy with that very soon, I promise.

This is my final blog of 2009, so have a great New Year everybody, and I’ll see you in 2010!

Had lots of e-mails in the past couple of months from old friends and new friends alike, so thanks for those. I’ve been trying to reply to them all as quickly as possible. And on that note...

E-MAILING ME – if you ever do e-mail me (at blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk), make sure you add my e-mail address to your safe list, as some people are finding that my replies get caught in their spam filter. I don’t want anybody thinking that I’m not replying when I am!!

Take care everybody – until next time...

It's been forever, hasn't it?

It's been forever, hasn't it? Since my last post!

This is just a quick message to all my readers to offer big apologies. As many will be aware, I'm currently studying for my accountancy exams, and I've bitten off a bit more than I can chew this time around with 3 exams imminently approaching, and I'm falling way behind on my studying.

But I've been hard at work lately with no time for anything else, which is why I haven't been around here.

I know some of you are waiting impatiently for Chapter 5 of my blog series, as well as for other more current blogs, and I do sincerely apologise. I will return with more tales of sauciness and debauchery soon, I promise! Sometime after December 14th (the date of my last exam in this sitting) I will get back to work on my blog and hopefully post 2-3 more blogs before 2009 is through.

Thanks for your patience everyone, I miss each and every one of you! :-)

The Journey… Chapter Four – The descent begins

I must say, I really kind of flourished in my first few months at Uni. Meeting so many new people, and being in a completely different place without any safety net – it just caused my personality to force itself to the surface, I came right out of my shell, and the sweet yet outgoing and flirty girl that I am today made her first real venture out into the world. I also took a much bigger interest in clothes and fashion, and how I looked and my appearance in general, which isn’t hard to do when you move to a much bigger city and find so many more options and styles available to you. So I was in the process of a transition from pretty but plain, to gorgeous little sex kitten.

My God, I think I became popular – no, it couldn’t be, surely!! Lol

But I really must have been popular in my group, because after striking up a friendship with one of the “mature students” in our class – he was well into his fifties, was semi-retired and just generally taking a part-time Uni course to keep his mind busy and follow his passions – I managed to get him accepted into our circle of 18-21 year old friends, purely based on my say so.

I liked him personally, he had such knowledge of the world, and was so interesting, so easy to talk to, and he was pretty much the only person I found at Uni who I could sit down for an hour or two with and just discuss books and random bits of literature with, he was a good intellectual foil for me. We met in one of my classes, he was treated like a bit of an outsider by everybody, despite his best efforts to be nice and join in the group conversations and discussions. But a few weeks in, we were given a little project to do in pairs, and I felt a little sorry for him as he sat there and kind of waited for everyone else to pair off to see who he was left with. So I strutted over to him (I say strutted because my new found popular “gorgeous little sex kitten” persona had somehow lead to me developing a bit of a “sex-kitten strut” – or it could have been that I’d started to wear heels on a regular basis for the first time ever and was struggling to walk properly! lol), with my long blonde hair flowing, my big eyes twinkling, and with my cute little smile, and asked if he wanted to team up with me.

So we did, and after class we went to the main Uni building, had coffee, and chatted about the project and our ideas, which lead to chatting about loads of other stuff, and we ended up enthralled in each others words for about 3 or 4 hours. That night I went back to my student accommodation room, and I masturbated myself into such an intense orgasm. It wasn’t even sexual really, I was only thinking about him talking to me, there was no sex involved in my fantasy, I just found his intelligence and interestingness (is that even a word? lol) the biggest turn on ever. My school-girl crush had began for this older married class-mate of mine. And two days later it was my nineteenth birthday, and I was stunned to find a huge bunch of flowers arrive from him, with the simple message “I really enjoyed chatting with you. Have a wonderful birthday!”. He wasn’t helping me fan the flames of my crush at all!

My mind set became quite similar to the crush I had two years earlier, and I desperately wanted him just to notice me. I wasn’t expecting it to go anywhere, and part of me didn’t even want it to go anywhere, just like when I was 17, I just wanted him to reciprocate my crush in some form or another.

But my submissiveness really did start to take over this time, as time went by, even though at this point I can’t say I really knew what “submissive” meant, nor did I know that I could possibly be one. My relationship with Tom (not his real-name, but it’s better than calling him the older married guy from Uni for the rest of this story!!) was just the normal friends relationship for quite a while, albeit a little bit flirty when we were away from other people’s company, and it was certainly the slowest developing relationship I’ve ever had – like I said, I don’t think either of us had any real desire to take this anywhere.

He became quite a fixture within our friendship group – not into the clubbing and bar-hopping part of it, but whilst at Uni and for drinks or coffee, or lunch after classes, he was readily accepted into the group as a friend and perhaps a bit of a father figure. He didn’t throw cold water on our shenanigans, he was a nice guy, and everyone liked him and didn’t shy away from any kind of conversation just because he was there – sex, girls, guys, we made him endure it all, and he chipped in when he could.

It was approaching Christmas-time when during one such group conversation about girls, how girls dress, and in particular high heels, Tom stated that he particularly enjoyed seeing girls in high heels and he was amazed at just how high the heels had become on the young girls of today. The next day when getting dressed for Uni I subconsciously pulled out my sexiest and highest heels to put on, which were only four inches high back then, and then thought to myself “why am I wearing these?” as they were purely going out shoes and not really Uni day-wear. I then remembered what Tom had said the day before, smiled to myself, and put them on anyway, and at Uni that day I made the effort to make sure he noticed them.

I carried on wearing heels every day that I knew I would be seeing Tom, even using it as an excuse to do a bit of shoe shopping here and there, and I think he appreciated it and realised I was trying to impress him a little. And shortly after that he started throwing in other “suggestions” about things he liked to see, sometimes in group situations and sometimes in general private conversations, but never implied to be anything more than a passing comment. It was a bit of a running “joke” between us that was never spoken about. He’d say something, the next day I’d do it, we’d share a little smile, but it never went further and was never directly discussed. Anything from wearing red nail varnish, to wearing red lipstick, to wearing my hair down instead of up, or if he was being more bold when there was just the two of us he might make a comment about the short skirt or the low cut top that another girl was wearing, and just give me a cheeky smile, and the next time we’d meet I’d be wearing a skirt just as short or a top with just as much cleavage on display. It was all quite low key really, but for me it laid the foundations of my submissiveness for the future.

I think we were both really enjoying the general fun and flirty, and weirdly D/s, relationship we’d generated, but I don’t think either of us really planned to step it up a notch or anything, there were a lot of factors that stood in our way – the age-gap, his marriage, sometimes I was in relationships as I did date through my first year at Uni, even if none of them were particularly serious, it was a pretty “off” year for me in that respect.

But needless to say, slowly but surely it did develop. There was no leeway whatsoever in how it had been going along, so a change had to come along at some point. And it came one day when he was driving me back to my Uni flat after class, I got out of the car and was about to walk away when he called my name. I looked in through his open window, and he said to me, “don’t wear a bra tomorrow”, smiled, and drove away without giving me the chance to respond. It was a fairly significant change to the dynamic of our relationship – never before had he given me a specific and direct instruction, they’d all previously been thinly guised as passing comments and nothing was directly said between the two of us that anything was happening between us.

So the next day came, and off to Uni I went, in a pretty strappy top with decent cleavage on view, and no bra underneath. I was a little worried that it was too obvious that I wasn’t wearing a bra, I had tried to find a happy medium, I didn’t want it to be too obvious to everybody, I wanted it to be a little more subtle, but I did want Tom to be able to notice without too much effort. I don’t think I found that happy medium though – everybody’s eyes just gravitated to my chest as I walked by. I found out something else about myself that day as well though… I actually loved the attention, I really did! As all the eyes lingered on me, my heart started beating faster and harder, and I was shocked to notice that my nipples stiffened almost instantaneously. My inner-slut came out to play, and it was a strange, strange feeling.

I didn’t speak to Tom when I got to Uni, the first time I saw him was at the start of class, and we were sitting about 7 or 8 seats apart – the seating was in a general semi-circle so we were slightly facing each other and only maybe 4-5 metres away from one another. My phone then vibrated, I opened up the unread message from Tom, and it read, “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were enjoying the attention, you naughty girl!”. I replied with “do I have your attention?”, and he responded “oh, something’s definitely at attention!”, and finally I texted back “Then I definitely AM enjoying the attention!”

This was another first for us, we’d never sent each other text’s of a naughty variety before. This was definitely a new chapter in our relationship, and I was definitely excited about what the future may hold now we’d turned this corner and were both fully aware of, and acknowledging, that there was something between us… even if it had taken 6 months since meeting to get here.

To be continued…

The Journey... Chapter Three - Going Off To Uni

I really need to jump ahead to around my 19th birthday now to get to the next really big event, but that’s 18-24 months further down the line from where I’m currently at in my story time-line, and those two years are important to the long-term story, so I need to slow it down and tell the story properly…

After the events of my seventeenth birthday, I started dating a very nice guy I met at college, lost my “full” virginity to him on Valentines Day as I mentioned in Chapter One, and we dated for a good year after that. We had reached the point where we had both exclaimed that we loved each other, and we got along great, despite the fact that we were heading in very different directions with our lives. We’d been applying for University places, and were looking at Uni’s at completely different ends of the country because we both had separate career goals and aims in life, so we both knew that we’d probably have to break up at some point, whether it be by necessity or whatever, or one of us would have to make a big sacrifice for the other. But we let that slide by us, and just enjoyed each others company and lived in the now – the future was so far away! We developed a pretty healthy sex life after our first time, and quickly realised we not only both really enjoyed sex, but even more importantly, we really enjoyed sex with each other. So we were all over each other at every opportunity. Living with our parents, it was tough to find the right times, but we managed it. Many a time we’d be at one of our houses with our parents, and they’d announce they were popping out for half an hour, and we’d be ripping each others clothes off before they even got out the door so we could make every second count. My dad didn’t let him stay over with me in my room until after my 18th birthday, and even then, full blown let your hair down sex was out of the question – no screaming orgasms with my parents in the next room!! Lol.

We were also quite open with each other sexually, which is very unusual for such a young and inexperienced couple. We would read things in magazines or on the internet and we’d be like “hey, you wanna try this?” I very quickly realised my sexual inhibitions were a lot less than my general life inhibitions. Dressing up, fantasy play, we even had a couple of unsuccessful attempts at anal sex.

But the cracks eventually began to show as we started to grow apart a little, and argue a bit more than normal. And eventually we broke up. It was a fairly amicable break-up though, and we stayed friends to a degree afterwards.

My next boyfriend a couple of months later didn’t last long – he got really mad about some sort of slutty rumour about me that my ex’s new girlfriend had started, and wouldn’t accept my version of the truth, so he got thrown to the curb quick-smart, because I wasn’t dealing with that shit!

But I still had some fairly strong sexual fantasies about my 17th birthday, and thinking of that had certainly been the catalyst for many sessions of self-pleasure in the evenings in the 18 months or so since it happened. And, being a single girl as my two year college stint was drawing to a close, and having the older-man fantasy at the fore-front of my subconscious, I happened upon an older gent at the hotel bar I was now working in – I’d moved up in the world from chamber maid to bar-girl since turning 18 – and decided to give the older guy thing a proper try.

I don’t really have a bad word to say about him – we dated for around three months, and during that time he showered me with gifts and treated me very well. Overall, he was nice enough, and we had some decent sex, but he just didn’t seem to be quite as enthusiastic about it all as I was used to. Maybe it was just because I was very much in the youthful experimentation phase with my previous boyfriends, and he was a little past that stage, having already found what he did and didn’t like, and in more of a routine. I even started doubting my blow-job skills because he never even really seemed to enjoy that aspect of our sex-life. And I’d spent a year giving head to my ex very regularly, polishing and improving my technique with each and every one. We had our own little code language for it so we didn’t have to be too crude – we joked that I was a “qualified oral practitioner” – okay, I never said it was a SECRET code language!! Lol. He did very much enjoy giving oral sex though, and he did increase my liking of that. And he did really enjoy me being dressed nice and sexily, he loved me in sexy lingerie and negligee, and going from dating poor students to a man who’d been working for 20 years meant he had the cash to buy it all for me!! The benefits of the older man! Lol. He even bought me my first couple of pairs of stockings, although at this point in time they were limited to bedroom wearing.

But back to the story – me and my older man, we just didn’t gel right; even when my Dad practically disowned me for dating him, the taboo of dating him, although it possibly prolonged our relationship due to the teenage rebellious instinct within me, just wasn’t enough to hold us together and create any real feelings between us. Well I say that, he was actually besotted with me and told me he loved me – I just didn’t quite feel the same way about him. I thought he was a great guy, and I liked him, but I couldn’t go as far as love. I don’t know what it was – it just wasn’t like what I thought it would or should be. I guess it was because he just didn’t have a dominant bone in his body, and whether I realised it or not, that’s what I really wanted when I went down the older man route. I wanted a take-charge kind of guy, someone who could show me something different, show me a different way of life, and just “take me”.

So we eventually broke up – very amicably with some sex for the road – and I swore off men for my remaining month at home before I’d be off out into the big world, heading to Uni… young, free, and single! And I told myself I’d stick to guys my own age again.

I’d been accepted into two completely different Uni’s, doing two completely different courses. Uni A was about 250 miles from my home-town, and there I got accepted for a Finance Degree. Uni B was a mere 200 miles away and offered a completely different degree course in English Literature. I was still undecided about my life path – I had the sensible choice of the Finance degree, offering a good career utilising my strong numeric and mathematical skills that I’d got from my Dad’s side of the family. Then there was the less sensible choice; follow my love of books and the English language, study different writing styles and authors, and chase my dream of becoming a writer.

Just to clarify on the miles – if you’re reading in somewhere like the USA, 200-250 miles probably seems minimal, an afternoon drive to the next city or something. Here in the UK, it’s half way across the country and then some!! Lol. And forgive the lack of exact locations, trying to hold some key details back to keep some anonymity here!

Anyway – I’ve spoken about being a part-qualified accountant, so it’s pretty obvious which Degree course I chose isn’t it? Yes, that’s right, I went to Uni B for the English Literature course!! And yes, I’m serious, that isn’t a joke. I was 18, I wasn’t practical and thinking about getting a 9-5 job for life, I was going to chase my dream!!

To be honest, if I’d chosen the Finance degree, now with hind sight of actually trying to become an accountant, I’d probably be on loads more money now as I’d probably be fully qualified and flying, but I won’t complain about my chosen path – I loved the degree I did as I absolutely love the written word, and I love the way my life has turned out from taking this path in my life, and the experiences that Degree Course gave me along the way.

September came, and I threw most of my belongings into my older brothers car – he was driving me there as I had no car (or licence) of my own – and we hit the northbound road to my new Uni home, we got there and I moved into my first home away from home – one of the big student accommodation blocks of flats, where I had a pretty tiny room in a pretty tiny flat that I was to share with two strangers. Such a scary moment in my life, I was like a fish out of water. But everybody else is in the same boat, so everyone helps everyone out. And soon Fresher week commences, the cheap alcohol flows, and everyone becomes the best of friends!!

Fresher week was full of many firsts for me; it was my first week at Uni, my first week living away from home, my first week living in a big city, it was even my first time living in a completely different country! England is a different country to Wales, honestly!! Lol. I was really out of my comfort zone, trying to make lasting friendships with complete strangers from different walks of life and from all different parts of the country, it seemed like a million miles away from my home area, where I knew people, and people knew me. And it soon became the scene for my first ever drunken one night stand.

I think there must be more one night stands in the early weeks of Uni than anywhere else at any time, and if everybody feels the way I did at that time, I can certainly understand why. I felt lonely, frustrated, and isolated, and frankly cheap, meaningless sex was not only a release, and not only a way to pass the time, it was a way to numb those feelings for a short time. Plus he was incredibly gorgeous and a pretty damn good fuck! Lol. Even if he snuck off straight afterwards!! Boys!!

Another first for me that week – my first STD. Just a minor one and I got it cleared up in a few weeks, but I just want to take this point to say something, as I know there is a younger audience of the late teens and early twenties that read my blog. PRACTICE SAFE SEX!! Always carry a condom, both boys and girls, it’s better to be safe if you plan on having sex, and it’s horrible to ruin a perfectly good, enjoyable, and natural act by passing on infections!! Didn’t really need to tell that bit for the story, just wanted to get on my soap box for a moment and try and be Little Miss Responsible!! Lol

After that I kind of swore off guys for a bit – I decided I wanted to commit my time to two things, starting on the right foot at Uni, and finding a job in the big city. I did both, starting well at Uni, and getting a job at a big city centre hotel chain doing bar and waitress work at their restaurant, sticking to the work I’d known in the past.

But after all of that, once again I undo all my hard work by getting yet another big school-girl crush on a guy!! My life seems to be full of school-girl crushes, I get one every so often, even to this day, and it’s usually on somebody completely inappropriate. And boy was this one inappropriate – not only was he significantly older than me, he was also married!! And as time would tell, it would prove to be one of the best and worst things that has ever happened to me, combined into one, and I can tell you one thing above all else – I’d just turned 19, and the next year of my life sure wasn’t going to be a boring one!!

To be continued in Chapter Four…

I'm a little tied up right now... (ADULT CONTENT)

Some people say there’s not enough bdsm in my blog, and they’re right, there usually isn’t. So I’ll change that right now.

As a bit of a break from my “Journey” series of blogs, as I’ve been working hard on that and deserve a break, and I’m sure you guys would like a break from that as well, I’m going to write a current day blog, just to mix things up a little.

So I’m not going to take you back to the ancient times of my teenage years today (well it feels like ancient times sometimes!), I’m just going to take you back a week or so to a Friday evening at home in the J and blogslut household!

I’d been home from work for about half an hour, I hadn’t got changed or undressed just yet – J likes me to stay dressed in my work attire for a while in the evening – so I was in a knee length black skirt, a white and blue fitted blouse with a bit of cleavage on view, a light blue bra, thong, and suspender belt combo, black stockings, and black 5” heels.

I knew J was feeling a little horny as he was being a little amorous, but then my phone rang so I began a conversation with my friend on the other end. I was on the phone for a few minutes, sitting on the sofa, when J sat down next to me and began kissing my neck. I broke off the conversation for a second to see if he wanted me to get off the phone, or if he could keep it in his pants for a little while.

He said no, and told me to stay on the phone, but carried on kissing me anyway. At this point I pretty much got the idea of what he was doing. Lately he’s developed a habit of molesting me (I say that in the nicest possible way lol) whilst I’m talking to friends or family. A week earlier he’d fingered me to an orgasm under the table whilst we were at a friends house. Not to mention another time recently where he got me to give him a hand job until he came over my face while I was talking to my mum on the phone!

So anyway, I was chatting away to one of my most talkative friends – not somebody you can get rid of in a couple of minutes – and he was kissing my neck and shoulders, which was followed by him groping me through my clothes, and then to him unbuttoning and taking off my blouse. My skirt was off next, and then my bra, and he really increased the difficulty of my conversation then by pinching, biting, nibbling and sucking my nipples, and slipping his hand inside my panties to gently rub my clitoris and insert one finger, then two fingers inside me.

He quietly told me to stay on the phone before he started pulling at the waistband of my panties – I lifted myself off the sofa to help him, and he slipped my underwear right off.

He continued his attack on my breasts and pussy as I carried on chatting, albeit absent mindedly, and my friend on the other side was completely unaware. It helped that she’s the kind of person who does most of the talking so I just had to say the occasional word or make the right sound of agreement .

He even got me to jack him off right by my face, literally inches from the phone, and even suck and lick the head of his ever growing cock during the parts of the conversation where she was talking so I didn’t have to.

Then he knelt in front of me, still indicating that I should stay on the phone and not try and end the conversation, he pulled me down the sofa a little and spread my legs before burying his face between my thighs, expertly flicking his tongue around my clitoris, first fast to work me up, and then slower to bring me down a little. I was holding the phone away from my mouth so my friend didn’t think our line had got crossed with a stalker, breathing heavily down the phone. And every time it was my turn to speak, he’d work my clit a little faster, or reach up and squeeze one of my nipples hard. I don’t know how my friend didn’t realise something was going on, I even practically yelped in pain down the phone one time when he pinched my nipple particularly hard. I explained to my friend that I’d just dropped something on my toe.

I’d been on the phone half an hour with all this happening, when J stopped, took me by the hand and ushered me up off the sofa. He led me up the stairs in nothing but my stockings and heels, telling me again not to end the phone conversation.

He had me lay on the bed on my stomach, I still had the phone to my ear as I rested on my elbows, and J walked around me, gathering various things from various places. Every time he walked in front of me he’d put his cock to my lips, place his hand on the back of my head and thrust all the way in a couple of times, before withdrawing, allowing me to do my best to carry on my conversation whilst he continued gathering things from around the room.

I noticed he had taken a couple of lengths of rope out, and I was really hoping my friend would stop talking and get off the phone before he used them. But she was well into the flow of talking, chattering on about her work and various other things.

J suddenly took the phone off me, pressed the speaker phone button and placed the phone on the bed by my head so I could still talk into it easily, and I could hear her without having it next to my ear. I knew I was about to find out what the ropes were for, and at this point he pulled my arms behind my back. Spreading my legs and pushing my feet up so they were against my ass, he proceeded to pull my arms to where my feet were and whispered to me to hold onto my feet. My shoulders were pulled back, so my back was slightly arched, keeping my head up off the bed. Taking the ropes he tied my left wrist to my left ankle and my right wrist to my right ankle, in a strange hog-tie variation. I was now helpless, tied, teased and open to anything, lying on the bed, my phone on speaker on the bed next to my head.

My friend was still chatting away, and I was doing my best to carry on the conversation, although I hadn’t really heard anything she’d said in the past couple of minutes as I’d completely lost my attention span. But I was making the right noises and saying the right words at the right times, and she just kept talking.

J spent the next 15 minutes teasing me mercilessly – he’d also got a vibrator out, and he inserted it into me on a low speed. He was running his hands, lips and tongue all over me, walking around in front of me and placing his cock at my lips so I could suck it for a few seconds here and there. He was also occasionally moving my legs so they were in a less bent position, which pulled my arms with it, pulled my shoulders back, and caused my back to arch. It is a generally uncomfortable position – you can either relax your legs a little and it pulls your arms back, or you can relax your arms and it pulls your legs up. The times he grabbed my hair and pulled me back, I was actually relieved as it took the pressure off my arms and legs.

All the while during this I was making little sounds of pleasure and pain, and doing my best to maintain the phone conversation – I really wanted to hang up, but knew that J didn’t want me to be the one to end the conversation, he wanted it to come to the natural conclusion of my friend finishing what she wanted to talk about. I really don’t know how she didn’t catch on to what was going on, or at least have some general idea that I wasn’t really paying attention. I even feigned tiredness to try and get her to hurry things along and hang up.

A while later, after what seemed like an eternity, J removed the vibrator from me and placed the head of his cock there instead, teasing me some more, as he moved it around, brushing it against my clit, inserting the tip of the head into me. He pulled my hair again, lifting my upper body backwards towards him, and he whispered into my ear “do you want me to fuck you?”. I whispered back “yes” before he told me to beg for it, and he let go of my hair, causing my upper body to fall back to the bed. I tried to turn my head to look at him behind me, which was near impossible in this position, and I whispered a pleading “please” in his general direction, he just mimed with his lips and hands that he couldn’t hear me.

He carried on teasing me with his cock and fingers, driving me crazy, and I really couldn’t concentrate on the phone in front of me, but was trying so hard, even if it was just to try and take my mind off the complete and utter horniness that J had driven me to. I finally sensed that she may be finishing her talking and encouraged her to hurry along, telling her I had to go and that I’d maybe pop around tomorrow for a glass of wine. She must have sensed my urgency to get rid of her to some degree, as she said “ok, I’ll see you tomorrow” and we said bye, and I tried to use my nose to hit the off button on my phone, it didn’t work at all, I wasn’t even sure if she’d hung up or not, but I couldn’t wait any longer, so I just nudged the phone off the bed and onto the floor, and just screamed out “please fuck me, PLEASE!”

J didn’t need asking twice, I think he was as worked up as I was, so he just thrust into me, deep and hard, and fucked me for about 10 minutes. I’d been on the cusp of cumming since the vibrator was in me, so I was doing all I could to hold back, as I’m not allowed to cum without permission. But when J was close he asked me if I was ready to cum, I shouted out “oh God yes”, and a few seconds later he told me to cum for him, and as he came inside me, I screamed out in an intense and phenomenal orgasm.

As soon as J was finished he pulled out and walked around in front of me. He grabbed my head, thrust his cock into my mouth and right down my throat. I was helpless as I was tied up as he fucked my face for a couple of minutes, emptying a few last drops of cum into me.

After pulling out, he went to get washed up whilst I was left tied on the bed. He came back a couple of minutes later, untied me and we cuddled on the bed for a while.

Until next time everybody, and if it’s a holiday weekend where you are, then please have a good one! :-)

The Journey… Chapter Two – My Seventeenth Birthday

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The Journey… Chapter One – Growing Up

This is Chapter One of a multi-part series of blogs, describing my journey through life and how I found the D/s lifestyle. Hope you enjoy, and please bare with me through the boring bits – the story builds through the chapters...

Growing up in a fairly small town in South Wales, a town that most city dwellers would consider rural, even though we were practically at the cusp of the bright lights and high luxury living compared to many other towns and villages not too far away, it’s hard to really explain how my interest in the world of D/s began.

Nothing around me in my childhood and teenage years gave me any exposure to that kind of lifestyle. I was just a fairly shy and quiet girl, and yet still quite a girly girl. I had a few boyfriends in my teens, but nothing too major, and despite being somewhat pretty, I hadn’t blossomed quite yet, so I was by no means the most popular girl with either the boys or the girls. I was a happy medium, a “floater” when it came to the high school cliques. I was friends with the popular groups, but equally friendly with the smart kids and the sporty kids.

My parents thought I was a pretty good daughter, I wasn’t into drugs, or smoking, or drinking, I didn’t stay out too late, too often, and anything I did do wrong, they rarely found out about, so I was seemingly a picture perfect daughter. I even had a busy extra-curricular life, with a keen interest in gymnastics, which I did between the ages of 8 and 16, finishing with a lacklustre and failed attempt to become a rhythmic gymnast of national level. Rhythmic Gymnastics is the one where you jump and dance around with the big ribbon – just so you know! Lol

I was the apple of my dad’s eye, his only little girl (I have two brothers, one younger, one older), but I idolised my mum and loved her to pieces. She was everything I thought a woman should be – she always made the effort to look nice, a bit of make-up, nice feminine clothes, she was a good wife and mother, and she was independent. She worked, she was smart and intelligent, and she brought in her own share of the household income.

So where did I go wrong?! LOL ;-p

I’m not saying I had the perfect childhood, but I’m certainly not going to complain about it. It was pretty good, I felt loved and supported, and it’s set me up with good principals and a good base model to follow for when I have my own family in the future.

I came out of my shell a little when I was about 16 or 17. My friendship groups expanded as I left school and began at college, and my personality began to flourish as I developed my own identity. I was a bit of a “follower” at school, I liked what everyone else liked, my music taste was what everyone else listened to, I shopped where everyone else shopped. I was the typical shy, non-confrontational teen who fitted in with everybody because I had become the same as everybody. Looking back I can see how I envied the “individuals” at school. Some loved them, some hated them, but at least they were who they were!

My college was a bit further away from my hometown, so I guess you could say my horizons had expanded and I followed in my mum’s footsteps in becoming more independent and self-reliant, taking a weekend job in a nearby hotel, cleaning the rooms and helping with other minor chores around the place, to fund my travel and expanding social life. And meeting new people meant I could start afresh and be a new me. I felt renewed and re-invigorated.

I know what you’re all thinking – this blog is boring, where’s the sex and slutiness?!

Be patient my loyal followers, I’m about to turn 17 when my sexual experiences start, and all of this was just setting the scene for when I turn 18, move 200 miles away from home to go to University, and find my inner-slut!

So it was Valentine’s Day of the year 2000 when I finally lost my virginity, at the ample age of 17 years, 4 months, and 4 days. My college boyfriend was the guy it happened with – we’d been dating for nearly four months, and he’d been wanting it to happen for about, I don’t know, 3 months and 29 days! Lol. We’d got to “second base” several times already, getting half naked, fumbling and fondling under clothes, and he’d got a few hand-jobs just to keep him happy.

He had the house to himself as his parents were out for the evening, and to be fair to him, he’d set the scene just right. Candles, soft lighting, soft music, it was generally how a girl wants her first time to be. We kissed, we took it slowly, we explored each others bodies, I gave him the first of many blow jobs that he’d be getting over the next several months from me, and we progressed to the bedroom and made love for the first time. And it was a very enjoyable first time at that – he was just the right mix of gentle, forceful, and guiding, taking the lead due to his slightly greater experience.

We dated for several months after this and we developed a very good sexual relationship, learning a lot from each other, and we both enjoyed the occasional “game” where he just “took” me, just taking control and having his way with me no matter what.

I was going to say that it was the first time I realised that I enjoyed giving away my control to the guy for sexual matters. But actually it was the second…

To be continued...

Chapter Two will be posted in the next 7-14 days, in the meantime, please feel free to e-mail me your thoughts, feedback and comments. I can be found at blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk - you may need to add me to your "safe list" if you don't want my reply to get caught in your spam filter.

Black, White, & Diamonds

Just a little blog adapted from a recent e-mail conversation… I’m working on a series of blogs that should keep you all entertained over the next month or two – so keep ‘em peeled! :-)

I’ve been to many “black tie” events in my time, it’s always a lot of fun to incorporate just a bit of sluttiness, and to see how far you can push the envelope without making too much of a scene.

The obvious most daring thing you can do at a black tie event, for a girl anyway, is to go in a colour other than black. It makes you stand out in the crowd, especially if it’s a bright colour - red is the obvious colour to go with.

And I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve worn red to black and white affairs. I’ve also worn purple, blue, and one time even a yellow evening gown, all in the name of being “the centre of attention”.

It’s not always appropriate though, if it’s somebody else’s special occasion, it’s a little harsh to overshadow them too much. But Christmas parties and the like are fine, I hate wearing black to Christmas Parties – how dull and boring is that, it’s a time for bright colours and joviality!

Sometimes it backfires though – for instance I once wore a red dress to a large black and white themed party, only to find I was one of about 20 or so women to do so. I was absolutely devastated, it looks so desperate to everybody else when you have that many women trying to be the centre of attention by wearing garish colours.

If you stick with black though, you have two options – go short, go revealing, and have the smallest piece of black material wrapped around you as possible. Or, if the event isn’t appropriate for that kind of activity and you want to go more traditional and elegant, it poses a million questions about how you can still let that slutty side out, but it also offers a million subtle but fantastic opportunities.

One time at a “black, white and diamonds” affair, I remember I wore a black fitted strapless dress, it was a very pretty and elegant dress with only a tiny bit of cleavage on display, just past the knee in length but with a moderate split in the back. Underneath I didn’t wear any bra or panties, but I did wear a black six strap suspender/garter belt, black seamed fully fashioned stockings (which are a general must wear item for any elegant event), and the outfit was finished off with black 6” heels. A bit of diamond jewellery as well of course, to go with the event theme! Actually, I couldn’t afford diamonds, so I wore sparkly fake gems! lol

I wasn’t with a date, but I was with some friends. This was a few years ago now, I did have a boyfriend – of the vanilla variety – but he wasn’t with me. The actual outfit was chosen by an online “friend” I had at the time, who I was messing around with to get my D/s kicks during the time when I wasn’t getting enough of them in real-life.

Just general little things I did throughout the evening – flirting, trying to show a little extra cleavage or leg on occasion, and several occasions of hiking my dress up to adjust my stocking tops at quiet times when it was feasible to think I was generally alone or out of view, but when really I knew there was somebody who could clearly see me. And of course I got groped a few times out on the dancefloor – and I’m fairly sure those guys would have realised my underwear choices (or lack thereof) for the evening.

My behaviour for the evening was generally instructed of me by my online friend as well, and he also had one final instruction of me – to do something extra slutty and out of character. But he did remind me to stay safe as well.

One of my girl friends that I was with was getting quite friendly with a guy, that guy was there with a friend, so when I was hanging with her at various points during the evening, I ended up chatting with him a little. And as the evening progressed and my friend wanted to leave with the guys, she convinced me to go with them, up to their hotel room. I had no intention of having sex with anybody, so this story isn’t going where you are thinking… but I thought about my “extra slutty, out of character” instruction, and I thought there was some room for manoeuvre here without going too far.

But back at their hotel room, we had another drink and we progressed to playing cards for some reason, don’t know why. Which then progressed into my friend – not one of the guys – making a “strip poker” joke/comment, and before you know it, we all agreed, and I’d pretty much decided that my “out of character” task would be that I would take my dress off and reveal what I was (and wasn’t) wearing beneath it.

Shockingly, and probably thankfully, I wasn’t the first to lose a hand. My friend lost first, taking her top off to show off her bra underneath, then my friends guy lost his top as well before I lost. When I lost I got up slowly, turned around so my back was to everybody, unzipped my dress at the back and slowly lowered it down, glancing over occasionally, watching everybody’s jaws slowly drop as it got lower and lower and they realised how little I had on underneath. Once it was off I used my hands and arms to cover my breasts and pussy and sat back down at the table, still doing all I could to cover up. It was so amazingly exciting and exhilarating.

I probably should take this moment to mention another “accessory” that was part of my outfit, chosen by my online friend. A set of “Love Balls” inserted inside me. So not only was I incredibly horny already from having them in all night, I had to take extra care covering myself up to make sure they weren’t noticed, and the horniness of the whole situation didn’t do anything to help me in any way. A horny girl in a horny situation trying not to do anything too naughty is a very difficult situation indeed.

Anyway, just one more hand of cards later, and we decided to call it a night. It was getting late already, and the game was already starting to lose some focus with my quick loss of all my clothes. So we all put whatever clothes we’d lost back on, and the one guy walked me back to mine and my friends hotel room, while my friend and her guy got their chance to say goodnight in a little more privacy. So we walked down the hall, down in the lift to our floor, and onto our room, just sharing idle chit-chat. When we got to my door I think he obviously wanted a little more than I was going to give him. I let him down as gently as possible, we shared a kiss and I went inside and he went on his way. Hopefully I’d given him a fantasy situation to think about when he got back to his room! Lol

About 15 minutes later my friend arrived back to our hotel room – she’d had a “quicky” with the guy she was with before leaving, and was a little disappointed I hadn’t kept the other guy “occupied” longer to give her a little (or a lot) more time.

My friend and her guy actually dated for a few months after this – I never saw either of the guys again though, which was a bonus really as that is what I’d really hoped for!! My sultry strip in front of strangers I only saw once. A slutty girl fantasy come true!

And that was about it for that particular black tie event. And I think I passed all of my tasks and instructions from my online friend and he was very happy and excited to read my very detailed report of the evening’s events.

Sorry for the briefness and randomness of this blog – I do have an exciting series of blogs planned and in progress looking at my descent into the D/s lifestyle. I really hope you’ll enjoy that series, it’s looking like it will be split out over about 5+ blogs and probably over a two month time-frame. I’ll hopefully post other blogs between them as well though, to keep things spiced up!

So don’t forget, to keep right up to date with my blog, why not subscribe to it. Go to http://blogslut.bravehost.com/blog.html and type in your e-mail address, and you’ll receive an e-mail, link, and brief description every time I post a new blog – just so you don’t miss it! If you have any problems with this link but would still like to subscribe, then please e-mail me (blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk) and I’ll add you manually.

July Randomness

Has anybody missed me? It’s been a long time hasn’t it?

I’ve just been busy with so many commitments as of late, that I just haven’t been able to find the time to sit down properly in the right frame of mind to actually write any interesting blogs.

But I am really sorry – to make it up to you… free blow jobs for all… please form an orderly queue!! Haha

25 days to go until I get my exam results to see just how badly I failed the exam that I didn’t do any study for whatsoever. I know I’ve failed, but is it wrong of me to still hold out the feint hope that maybe I scraped through? I have to say, if by some miracle I do pass, then I’ll be dancing through the streets naked cone August 17th!!

I overheard a couple of guys I work with (well I say work with – they work for the same company but not the same department, so they’re more work acquaintances than work colleagues) having a conversation a few weeks ago. They were making some very graphic comments about a certain little blogslut and the way she was dressed. I was wearing a very short skirt and some particularly high stiletto heels that day and spent a good few minutes bent over my desk in a slightly provocative way as I messed with the wires round the back of my computer screen as it wasn’t working properly. Their thoughts to each other were based around this situation and the animalistic impulse desires they may have had at that time. Unfortunately their conversation was cut a little short by me having to turn the corner into the part of the corridor they were in, leaving them wondering if I’d heard any of their conversation and how much. I had heard enough – I had stood around the corner for 20 seconds or so, eavesdropping, before I turned the corner to interrupt them. I had to hide the huge grin on my face as I nonchalantly passed them with a “hi” and a small smile. I love the affect I have on guys on those days when I really “slut it up” for work!

How often do I “slut it up” for work, I hear you ask? I like to look at it this way – if a girl was to wear a mini-skirt to work every day, people would just expect to see her in a mini skirt and it would be no big deal. However, if she wears a mini skirt once every couple of weeks, then every time she walks into the room, all heads will turn as they think “is it going to be today?”. That’s my philosophy – do it enough to keep up peoples lustful hope, but not too often so as to keep them wanting.

I’m hoping to update my blog with several shorter blogs over the coming weeks to keep the blog ticking over, and to keep me in all of your lustful thoughts on a more regular basis. So if there are any questions you want to ask me that you’d like me to answer in this blog, then please, please e-mail them to me/us at blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk.

And also don’t forget, if you want to subscribe to my blog, where you will get an e-mail and direct link every time I post an entry, then please visit this link, and type in your e-mail address. (your name is optional, but doesn’t get seen by anybody other than me anyway). http://blogslut.bravehost.com/blog.html - if you have any problems with this link but would still like to subscribe, then please e-mail me and I’ll add you manually.

Until next time everybody – take care, and have fun! :-) xx

Holidays, Exams, and Work-Work-Work!

Hi everybody,

It’s been a while since you heard from me, I know, and I am truly sorry. Thanks for all the e-mails asking where I was and if I was okay etc. It makes me realise that you do care! Lol

I’m back in study mode at the moment, as I try once again to be the hottest and sexiest college chick around and pick up my accountancy studies again after an 18 month break. I really haven’t done as much work as I should have though, especially with my exam less than two weeks away. To indicate how little work I have actually done, I’m taking a paper on corporate and business LAW, but up until a week ago, I thought it was corporate and business TAX that my paper was on! I think that really shows how unprepared I am, and also the fact that my study text books were still in their original cellophane wrapping until just days ago!

I think I may have to pull out the big guns for this one. With the exam format being that the passing mark changes depending on how well everybody does, if lots of people get high marks, the pass mark may be 60%, if most people do poorly, the pass mark could be 50%. So it gets me thinking, how few clothes would I have to wear to my exam to distract everybody enough that they all do so poorly that I can scrape a pass having not particularly studied at all? Oh, life’s big questions, how you torture me so!

I’ve been incredibly busy lately even without study though. I’m a bit of a go-to-girl at work when it comes to problem solving projects. It’s like the other side of me that often gets overlooked in this blog. I overlook my super intelligence and brilliance in favour of my sluttiness! LOL. But in all seriousness, at work I often get given the problem projects or tasks, with the reasoning being that I love a challenge to sink my teeth into, and I’m pretty good at getting to the bottom of things, solving the problems, and creating new checks and procedures that help prevent them from becoming a problem again. I think I’m so good at it due to my determination and abilities combined with my friendly, flirty nature. I find it’s a lot easier to solve problems when you have the type of personality that encourages people to want to help you, and I feel I have that. It almost feels like I’m in a work performance review here instead of writing a blog! Lol. So I spend a lot of time at work getting things handed over to me to work on, and then handing things back over when I’ve done what I need to do on them. The problem with this is when the crossovers become a bit tight, I get handed a new thing to do on the assumption that something else is winding down and is ready to be handed back over to somebody else, but if there are any delays, I end up hanging onto things for a month or so extra, and suddenly my workload is incredibly full and I have too many balls to juggle.

I like to liken it to an orgy – once you get more than three guys in there, suddenly I run out of places to put them! LOL

So, to sum it up, currently at work I have a few too many guys, I’ve ran out of places to put them, and they’re all feeling a little neglected that I’m not giving them as much attention as they deserve, which causes me to work extra hard and put in the extra hours to make the extra time to dedicate to each one.

And away from work, we went away on holiday a few weeks ago. It wasn’t a big holiday, we like to call it our secondary holiday – a cheap and cheerful week in the South Wales countryside. We’ll do a bigger, better, “sun, sea, and sand” holiday in a few months time, which will be our primary holiday for the year.

We had a really good time though, I love doing countryside holidays as I get to take my dogs with us and spend some quality time with them in giant parks, fields and beaches just having a blast. And originally being a South Wales starlet myself, and being damn proud of that fact, I also love any chance I get to head back to home soil.

And after quite a few trips to South Wales in the past couple of years that I’ve dragged J along to, he has finally agreed with me that South Wales has by far the prettiest female population around. Everywhere you go, gorgeous and beautiful girls everywhere. I always stood by the fact that Wales was full of the pretty people of the world, but J was never truly convinced. Despite the fact that’s where I come from, surely he wouldn’t need any more proof than that!! LOL. But he had to agree this time as I pointed out every pretty girl we saw on our trip, and there was no denying that I pointed out a lot of girls!

It always reminded me of one of my Dad’s favourite quotes – my dad being a stout northern Englishman who met my stunning and beautiful (and Welsh) mother whilst he was working in Wales nearly 30 years ago. He always used to say in an absolutely awful put-on Welsh accent, “They sure make them pretty in the valleys!” It was a joke at my mum’s expense really, as she has a really thick but natural Welsh accent. I’m somewhere in between if anybody was wondering, I have a noticeable but slight Welsh twang left in my otherwise accent-less voice.

Anyway, I just wanted to check in with everybody to say hello, and assure you all that I’m still alive and kicking! I’m going to go hit the books hard for a few weeks now and hopefully pass my exam and put myself back firmly on the path of becoming a financial whiz on the way to earning the big bucks.

So I’ll speak to you all again in the first couple of weeks of June! Hopefully in a positive “my exam went well” type of mood!

Lots of love and kisses

Your faithful Blogslut xx

Brotherly Love... (ADULT CONTENT)

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Valentine’s Day – the FULL report! (ADULT CONTENT)

A bit of a shocker in the results of my poll, which finished on Saturday.

The longtime leader as your choice for what I would wear with my “little red dress” for our Valentines Evening out was black seamed stockings, with a black 6 strap suspender belt, and no underwear. There was a fairly close second, but I didn’t think it was going to catch up, but as the final day, hours, and minutes whittled away, the former second place entry of black seamed stockings, red six strap suspender belt, and red underwear took the lead and charged to victory.

J was pulling for the black suspender belt and no underwear option, (I was trying to stay completely impartial), and I think he’d been thinking about that one for days, planning what he could get me to do with that particular combo under my dress, so he was sorely disappointed at the results. But we did agree to go with whatever the public voted, and we certainly weren’t going to back out of that promise.

But in all seriousness, I received a whopping 86 votes in my near two week poll, for which I am very grateful to each and every one of you who voted and made it such a success. There will be future polls – if anybody wants to chip in with some ideas about what they could be, all ideas are welcome – blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk

So back to Saturday, our plan was to go out for dinner, then on to one or two pubs for some after dinner drinks and what not, and then we had a hotel booked as we decided to travel 25-30 miles or so away from where we live so we were somewhere we’d generally consider as unknown territory. After all, if you’re going out with the intention of possibly being a bit naughty, you don’t want to run in to everybody you know, do you?! lol. And a hotel only works out a tad more than the taxi fares there and back, plus is much more convenient.

We decided to head out to the hotel first to drop off the car and our bag, J had thrown a bag together, which included my outfit for the evening, including the undergarments chosen by my loving blog readers. We were just about to head off – I’d half done my hair and make-up but still had some fairly casual clothes on, but J looked at me with a devious grin as he got me my coat, but wouldn’t give it to me. “You can’t go out dressed like that” he said to me, “you know there’s only one outfit you’re allowed to wear out this evening”. At first I looked at him puzzled, and replied by telling him that was already packed in the bag, which is when I caught on to what he meant, and with a knowing smile and a mock annoyed tone asked him, “So, what AM I supposed to wear to the hotel then?”. He held out my coat and said “just this.”

Already I could tell it was going to be a mischievous evening that was ahead, and I stripped out of all my clothes, including underwear, just leaving me in my high heel shoes… it was indeed going to be a mischievous evening, but I expected it would probably also be a fun one… a really fun one perhaps!

As J handed me my coat, he removed the belt that went around the waist and would be tied at the front. Now at this point, let me explain this particular coat to you all, it’s a little black leather jacket, it goes past my bottom but not by much, so length-wise it sits on my mid-to-upper thigh. It used to have both buttons and the belt tie to do it up, but quite a while ago, we cut all the buttons off to use it in a different task/challenge we did, so usually the only way it does up is to tie the belt at the front. So you get the picture – a coat with no buttons and no tie belt, me naked underneath, holding my handbag/purse in one hand. The exhibitionistic nature that this night was to take was shaping up already.

During the motorway and main road parts of the car journey to the hotel, which took about half an hour or so in total, I sat in the passenger seat of the car with my coat enticingly open, as I’d been told to do, giving passing motorists a glimpse of much more than they should be seeing, and I’d like to take this opportunity to say thanks to the mystery blue van driver who honked his horn as he passed! ;-p.

We also stopped for petrol, and I went in to pay, barely covered in my little coat, and trying my best to hold my coat closed with my arm whlst using both hands to rummage through my bag to find my money. Other than showing far too much cleavage, way more than would have been possible to show if I had a top on under my coat, I don’t think the kiosk attendant saw much, but I bet he was keenly watching the security cameras as I left and went back to the car!

Arriving at the hotel shortly after, we checked in, again I tried my best to keep myself covered with the one hand I was permitted to use to do so. J told me I could only use my right hand, so I had to let go to sign in and everything, being right handed, but luckily hotel front desks are fairly high nowadays, so my modesty was mostly covered! And he then made me remove my coat during our walk down the corridor from the lift to our room, as I looked around worriedly to see if there was a security camera in that part of the corridor. I didn’t see one, but that doesn’t mean there wasn’t one somewhere, and we nearly got caught by a couple who came around the corner at the other end of the corridor as we were opening our door and going inside.

By the time we got into our room, our dinner reservations weren’t too far in the distance, so there wasn’t time for much naughtiness straight away, just some general kissing and fondling before and during getting ready. So I finished doing my hair and make-up, and got dressed to look my slutty best in my chosen outfit – a lacy pair of red thong panties, a red 6 strap suspender belt with the straps shortened as much as possible to keep my black fully fashioned gio seamed stockings as high on my thighs as possible, red 4.5” stiletto heel slingback shoes, and of course my little red dress. A daringly flirtatious cleavage on show without a bra underneath, and an even more daringly flirtatious mini floaty skirt that just about covers the darker tops of my stockings, and, with the help of my stocking’s seams, accentuates the long length of my legs! Accessorised with some simple white gold jewellery, including my favourite piece of “submissive” jewellery – a white gold diamond encrusted heart necklace with the word “slut” subtly engraved onto the back of the heart pendant. It’s such a secret, sexy item of jewellery to wear.

We left the hotel shortly after we were ready, and decided to walk to the restaurant, which was only 5 minutes away. It was a cool, but not too cold, night, and I didn’t wear a coat, it would just spoil the vision of me and my dress, and that’s what this was really all about. The crisp breeze had my nipples on edge as we walked, I felt so many pairs of eyes transfix on me as we passed them, I could see their heads follow me until I could just feel the burning in my back, wondering how long they’d carried on staring, but not looking back to find out. I also got a couple of fairly nice whistles and jeers, and a few more very crude jeers and remarks from a group of young guys. J would squeeze my hand tightly every now and then, and look across and smile at me, just letting me know he was proud of me, and frankly, that is all the encouragement I ever need!

We had a lovely meal at the nice little intimate Italian restaurant. It was really dolled up with the spirit of Valentines Day, candles and hearts galore. My dress sat high on my thighs as we sat and ate, and I felt a little sorry for the girl of the couple sat across from us as her date seemed to spend major chunks of his evening glancing over her shoulder at me. And J said that when I went to the ladies room and he saw me walk away from the table and noticed my seams it looked like he almost shot his load right there at the table! lol

As I said, the dinner was nice, and I definitely noticed getting little bits of attention here and there. Usually a mixture of shock and appreciation from guys, and a few “scowls” from some girls. We’d already drank a full bottle of wine between us over dinner, but we moved on for some more drinks, and maybe a bit of dancing. The issue with the age gap between J and myself does often get in the way of us going out dancing together, as he doesn’t like a lot of the places that I may occasionally frequent with some of my friends. But we had a really good time, starting out with a couple of drinks at a very expensive posh bar, and then on to a much friendlier pub that was very busy as it was having a bit of a Valentines party with music, love songs, and all the trimmings. We had great fun for quite a while here, drinking quite a bit more, and we actually had a bit of a dance, which got my dress moving enough to get me flashing lots of thigh and underwear to lots of people, and we just generally had a really good time. I had a bit of attention from a few people, mostly nice, friendly, flirty fun, which is fine with me as I’m happy to be a bit of a teasing flirt sometimes. And me and J got a little friendly with some kissing and touchy-feely fun as a few guys did a very bad job of pretending that they weren’t watching intently!! Lol

The evening was all about a bit of exhibitionist fun though, it was all set up to be this way, especially as it was, in small part, a punishment for me for various things.

But I did say this was a FULL Valentines report, so it would be wrong of me to not carry on to what happened after we walked (or should I say stumbled) back to the hotel!! Lol.

Back at the hotel, we were a little drunk, and were getting a little frisky on the way back to our room, but once inside our room, J reached into our suitcase and pulled out our video camera! We don’t make our own video’s often, so I guess you could say this was a “special occasion”. It then all started with me doing a sexy strip tease for J, who was holding the video camera. This is the one part of any video that we make that I always cringe at when watching it back. I’m sure guys would find my strip/dance sexy and arousing, but I personally find it difficult to watch it back! Lol. After this we moved on to some oral sex, and the camera soon went on to its stand so J could concentrate fully on the task at hand. I remember being quite vocal with the dirty talk, but I couldn’t really remember what exactly I said until watching some of the video back on Sunday, so while giving him a very slow, sensuous and erotic blow job, I basically did a ten minute monologue (during the times my mouth wasn’t full lol) about how much I loved his cock and about how it was the best and most perfect cock that I had ever seen, touched, sucked, or fucked. From its perfect length and thickness, to how it tastes, to how it feels when it’s throbbing on my tongue or pushing against my throat. I must admit, I’ve realised how sometimes I find that really embarrassing when watching myself back on video as well. Sweet, innocent, mild-mannered me – saying some of the dirtiest and most disgusting things whilst in the throws of passion. A lot of the time I don’t consciously realise what I’m saying at these times, so I don’t fully realise the content until times like this when I can watch it back, and the things I say and do make me blush as dark red as a beetroot. Hell, what I say and do would make even a whore blush – yes, my dirty talk can be THAT x-rated!

The video that we made lasts about an hour and is possibly the hottest video that we’ve ever made of ourselves, as after my strip and blow job, we went on to have a very frenzied evening of drunken sex, the kind of unbridled abandoned fucking that you can only ever pull off when you’ve had a bit too much alcohol, which came across very well on camera as we occasionally switched from having it on the stand to J holding it. He took me from behind over the dressing table, I rode him like a cowgirl with me on top on the bed, and he tied my hands with his tie and took me hard on my back with my legs up over his shoulders, which was a particular hot scene to watch back mainly because my legs look amazing in my stockings and heels, which I still had on. We finished off with some anal sex with me on top, which is our favoured anal sex position, and the video finally ends with about ten minutes of us just lying on the bed, naked and spent before one of us finally found the energy to get up and turn the camera off.

Like I said, I don’t mind watching myself on video that much as from a personal standpoint, just judging my “performance”, I’m quite a vocal and proactive lover, rather than a lie-back and take it kind of lover. Of course I also get to see every embarrassing sex face I pull, and a close-up unhidden view (and unflattering angle) of all the parts of my body that I’m not 100% happy about. But I think it’s one of those things you have to take in context, and the overall quality of our video’s, and this one in particular, although obviously amateur is very hot and steamy, and I am definitely okay with watching it back while getting amorous in the future – as we did on Sunday afternoon actually! Lol. Although, that was just research for this blog of course! Hehe.

But it’s a rare occasion when we do make a video – and I think this is only the fourth one we’ve ever done, and we’ve been together 2 and a half years, so it’s hardly a regular occurrence, which is what makes it more special and fun when we do actually do it. I don’t see it being as fun or as special if we had a back catalogue of dozens, or even hundreds of videos!

We had a great fun filled evening overall, from start to finish, and it was great to just be able to “let go” for the evening, get away from the normal routine, and have a big night. And for anybody wondering, J did actually back me a little casual dress for me to wear home on Sunday morning, so I didn’t go home naked or in my red dress!

And for all of those that I’m sure will ask – no, you can’t see the video!! Lol

But it does open up a discussion topic or two – have you ever made a naughty video of yourself? Who has seen these videos? Do you enjoy watching your own video’s back? And what parts of your video’s do you cringe at when watching them back? I’d love to hear some opinions and views on this. Plus, all blog feedback, questions, and general chat is always welcome – e-mail me at blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk – or leave some comments on my blog!