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!