Christmas Time = Party Time!
And at last, if all that frivolous partying wasn’t enough, I still had one third and final Christmas Party to attend; my work’s Christmas Party on Friday 17th December (2010).
I must admit, I was still a little worse for wear after drinking a bit too much two days earlier at and after J’s office party. J was as well, and for once he was actually coming to my office Christmas Party. I’m pretty sure it was his first time in 5 years.
Because I was feeling a bit rough, and wasn’t planning on partying too hard, I opted for a classy sexy look rather than my often slutty sexy look. My long black strapless dress came down to past my knees – yes, blogslut in below knee dress shocker!
And we had a nice relaxed night out overall, I still partied hard and danced and flirted with everybody, but I didn’t get as crazy drunk as I had in previous years at the Office Christmas Party – much to the chagrin of a few of the guys I’m sure, who look forward to these nights out to get a little amorous with the office totty, and I’m normally the totty that lets their hands roam more than they should.
And just to roll the Christmas Party blog around full circle, as we’re now a year on from these stories, and therefore another round of parties has come and gone. Well, there’s not much to tell about the 2011 party scene. My office Christmas Party was turned into a no-go zone based on the fact that usually each department does their own thing. But this year, it was decided by the powers that be that in an act of solidarity between all the Finance Departments within our business, we’d do one big Finance Christmas bash. I’m fine with the premise, but having a Christmas Party half way across the country for a lot of us, as it was arranged for where the big office with two thirds of the Finance staff are based, and saying partners can’t come and hotel accommodation isn’t provided really takes the edge off. Very few people from other offices went, and it turned into a bit of a shambles as they basically had their usual office Christmas party, just with a bigger budget as they got the budget of the other departments on top of their own, while we got nothing.
As for J’s Christmas party this year, he was ill that week, so we only made a brief appearance for the meal before sneaking off early.
In fact, the girls night out with the teenage bar-maids from my second job at the bar was my best Christmas night out this year. There’s nothing like going out with some scantily clad 18 year old’s to make you feel old at 29. But I held my own and although the crowd was a bit young and raucous for me, we had a good time and danced the night away.
Stay tuned for some more tales from the life of your favourite blogslut in coming weeks and months. And in the meantime, please feel free to e-mail me your comments, questions or feedback at blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk.
Thursday, 29 December 2011
The Naughty 2010 Diaries - December pt 2 (of 3) *ADULT CONTENT*
Christmas Time = Party Time!
So I left you at the point after my first of 3 Christmas parties in 2010. I know, that’s a year ago now, it has literally taken me that long to finish writing this blog
S my next Christmas Party was J’s work party on Wednesday 15th (Dec ’10) which was a very low-key affair in comparison, mainly because I wasn’t playing the role of Candy the Masseuse, the hired out slut for the night! Lol.
I wore the customary very short little black dress, along with black seamed stockings, and red lingerie and red high heels. J is quite particular about how I act at work functions of his, smart and sexy, teasing but demure, it’s okay to show a little too much, but I always must come across as classy and elegant, not like a cheap floozy – that’s saved for our private time! Lol
No fooling around with any of his work colleagues either, I’m strictly a one-man woman in front of the watching eyes of his work colleagues. A few of them do try to take a few liberties, as you’d expect at drunken office Christmas parties, and where I’m usually allowed, and encouraged, to not move the hand off my ass, and not to shy away from an approach for a kiss or a sneaky grope of my tits, on this occasion I was under a much stricter instruction to not let anybody get too frisky with me. They could look with their eyes, but not with their hands. So I was moving hands up that strayed too low, turning away from anybody who leant in to get a little overly amorous etc. But I was allowed to “accidentally” flash a little too much if I made sure it was subtle and that it always appeared to be accidental. J likes to observe what happens and what people’s reactions are.
So beyond that, the highlight of the actual evening was the fact that J wanted a live replay of what happened at the previous Christmas Party, so he got the under table blow-job that Dave got just 5 nights earlier. I must admit, the tables were a little tighter to fit under at this venue, but I managed it with only a slight concussion from hitting my head on the table. J made me hold his cum inside my mouth for a good 5 minutes afterwards though, as we moved and sat at another table to chat to a couple of people. Well, he chatted, I smiled a closed-mouth smile and nodded along before I was asked a direct question. I managed to get out a muffled “erm” and looked at J almost pleadingly, who mercifully squeezed my thigh, which was the signal that I could swallow. I swallowed in one big gulp, covering it by lifting my glass of wine to my mouth as I did so, and taking a sip just afterwards. And then I calmly answered the question.
When the evening was over, we left the party venue and as we got outside into the ice cold weather conditions, we were contemplating whether to walk the 10 minute walk to the hotel we were booked in to stay at, or whether to go to the taxi rank on the next street over. We decided to go for the lazy option and jump in a taxi so we began to walk around the corner. I was very tipsy to say the least and in that condition I’m very easily persuadable into doing pretty much anything. And J convinced me it was a great idea to give him a little outdoor strip tease in a little car park we passed on our walk. It was an outdoor car park but had the entrance barrier down and locked as it obviously was only used and manned during the weekday daytime, probably for city centre office workers to park, but it only had a 2ft metal bollard/barrier around it, so you could cut through it if you were walking to get off the main street and onto the back street on the other side. I actually cut through it for just that reason every time I go to the college I attend several weekends of the year as my college is down one of those back streets!
It was out of our way but we started cutting through anyway. It was quiet with only moderate lighting and as we got further away from the busier main street and further into the privacy of the partial darkness and closer to the small porta-cabin type of building that would provide a bit of cover – I was a few feet in front of J at this point and he was already carrying my small handbag – I took my jacket off and threw it back toward him. Next I hiked my dress up around my waist, and teased him with a wiggle of my ass in just my scarlet red thong, framed by the taut, high, stocking tops of my black seamed stockings. I slid my thong down my legs as we continued to walk, slipping them off and twirling them around my finger before I threw them back at J. We continued walking the last 10-15 metres of the car park, me still with my dress hiked up around my waist, before we reached some decent cover by the car park’s porta-cabin building and a couple of light weight trees right by a practically deserted back street that housed a row of office buildings. I pulled my dress back down with a sexy wiggle as I then got J to unzip it all the way down and I sexily slid it off and stepped out of it and handed it to J, who now was building up a collection of my clothes draped over his arm as I stood there minus my jacket, dress, and panties. Only my bra to lose now as I unhooked it and let it slide down my arms as I used my one arm to cover my boobs from his view. I held my red bra in the air with one hand as I kept my chest covered with the other hand, before moving that arm as well and threw that one in the air. I was stepped forward to J, draped my bra over his shoulder, stepped back, did a slow and sexy twirl and then stood there with my hands seductively on my hips awaiting him to tell me what he wanted me to do now.
It was then I realised just how friggin’ cold it was, as the ice cold air hit my naked body, standing there in nothing but black seamed stockings, black suspender belt, and red 5” heels.
It felt like I was stood there for minutes, but it was actually 3 or 4 seconds max, before J pulled me to him and gave me a lingering kiss as he draped my jacket back around me. I got my jacket back on – it was a bit shorter than my dress was so it just about covered my ass but left significant stocking top and a touch of bare thigh on display. I didn’t do it up, I just held it shut. J gave me back the rest of my clothes and I immediately went to hide them under my coat, but he stopped me and made me carry them all in one hand as I held my jacket shut with the other hand. He made sure my bright red bra and thong were on the outside and “on display” as we walked back around to the taxi rank. We passed a few people, I don’t know if they were paying attention to exactly what they saw, or what thoughts were going through their minds as they saw a clearly underdressed girl, stockings showing as she was wrapped in a jacket, and clearly holding a little black dress and red bra and panties in her hand.
I felt so slutty and naughty and so turned on.
We managed to jump in a taxi, the driver must have got a decent eye-ful as I lost grip on my jacket as I got in... okay, you know me too well, I let go of my jacket for a moment! ;-p. And we arrived at our hotel moments later and I felt like I was doing a slutty walk of shame up to our room as a few fleeting staff members and other guests heading to their rooms gave us glances that turned into full-blown stares!
The third and final post of this December 2010 Christmas Parties story will be posted very shortly...
So I left you at the point after my first of 3 Christmas parties in 2010. I know, that’s a year ago now, it has literally taken me that long to finish writing this blog
S my next Christmas Party was J’s work party on Wednesday 15th (Dec ’10) which was a very low-key affair in comparison, mainly because I wasn’t playing the role of Candy the Masseuse, the hired out slut for the night! Lol.
I wore the customary very short little black dress, along with black seamed stockings, and red lingerie and red high heels. J is quite particular about how I act at work functions of his, smart and sexy, teasing but demure, it’s okay to show a little too much, but I always must come across as classy and elegant, not like a cheap floozy – that’s saved for our private time! Lol
No fooling around with any of his work colleagues either, I’m strictly a one-man woman in front of the watching eyes of his work colleagues. A few of them do try to take a few liberties, as you’d expect at drunken office Christmas parties, and where I’m usually allowed, and encouraged, to not move the hand off my ass, and not to shy away from an approach for a kiss or a sneaky grope of my tits, on this occasion I was under a much stricter instruction to not let anybody get too frisky with me. They could look with their eyes, but not with their hands. So I was moving hands up that strayed too low, turning away from anybody who leant in to get a little overly amorous etc. But I was allowed to “accidentally” flash a little too much if I made sure it was subtle and that it always appeared to be accidental. J likes to observe what happens and what people’s reactions are.
So beyond that, the highlight of the actual evening was the fact that J wanted a live replay of what happened at the previous Christmas Party, so he got the under table blow-job that Dave got just 5 nights earlier. I must admit, the tables were a little tighter to fit under at this venue, but I managed it with only a slight concussion from hitting my head on the table. J made me hold his cum inside my mouth for a good 5 minutes afterwards though, as we moved and sat at another table to chat to a couple of people. Well, he chatted, I smiled a closed-mouth smile and nodded along before I was asked a direct question. I managed to get out a muffled “erm” and looked at J almost pleadingly, who mercifully squeezed my thigh, which was the signal that I could swallow. I swallowed in one big gulp, covering it by lifting my glass of wine to my mouth as I did so, and taking a sip just afterwards. And then I calmly answered the question.
When the evening was over, we left the party venue and as we got outside into the ice cold weather conditions, we were contemplating whether to walk the 10 minute walk to the hotel we were booked in to stay at, or whether to go to the taxi rank on the next street over. We decided to go for the lazy option and jump in a taxi so we began to walk around the corner. I was very tipsy to say the least and in that condition I’m very easily persuadable into doing pretty much anything. And J convinced me it was a great idea to give him a little outdoor strip tease in a little car park we passed on our walk. It was an outdoor car park but had the entrance barrier down and locked as it obviously was only used and manned during the weekday daytime, probably for city centre office workers to park, but it only had a 2ft metal bollard/barrier around it, so you could cut through it if you were walking to get off the main street and onto the back street on the other side. I actually cut through it for just that reason every time I go to the college I attend several weekends of the year as my college is down one of those back streets!
It was out of our way but we started cutting through anyway. It was quiet with only moderate lighting and as we got further away from the busier main street and further into the privacy of the partial darkness and closer to the small porta-cabin type of building that would provide a bit of cover – I was a few feet in front of J at this point and he was already carrying my small handbag – I took my jacket off and threw it back toward him. Next I hiked my dress up around my waist, and teased him with a wiggle of my ass in just my scarlet red thong, framed by the taut, high, stocking tops of my black seamed stockings. I slid my thong down my legs as we continued to walk, slipping them off and twirling them around my finger before I threw them back at J. We continued walking the last 10-15 metres of the car park, me still with my dress hiked up around my waist, before we reached some decent cover by the car park’s porta-cabin building and a couple of light weight trees right by a practically deserted back street that housed a row of office buildings. I pulled my dress back down with a sexy wiggle as I then got J to unzip it all the way down and I sexily slid it off and stepped out of it and handed it to J, who now was building up a collection of my clothes draped over his arm as I stood there minus my jacket, dress, and panties. Only my bra to lose now as I unhooked it and let it slide down my arms as I used my one arm to cover my boobs from his view. I held my red bra in the air with one hand as I kept my chest covered with the other hand, before moving that arm as well and threw that one in the air. I was stepped forward to J, draped my bra over his shoulder, stepped back, did a slow and sexy twirl and then stood there with my hands seductively on my hips awaiting him to tell me what he wanted me to do now.
It was then I realised just how friggin’ cold it was, as the ice cold air hit my naked body, standing there in nothing but black seamed stockings, black suspender belt, and red 5” heels.
It felt like I was stood there for minutes, but it was actually 3 or 4 seconds max, before J pulled me to him and gave me a lingering kiss as he draped my jacket back around me. I got my jacket back on – it was a bit shorter than my dress was so it just about covered my ass but left significant stocking top and a touch of bare thigh on display. I didn’t do it up, I just held it shut. J gave me back the rest of my clothes and I immediately went to hide them under my coat, but he stopped me and made me carry them all in one hand as I held my jacket shut with the other hand. He made sure my bright red bra and thong were on the outside and “on display” as we walked back around to the taxi rank. We passed a few people, I don’t know if they were paying attention to exactly what they saw, or what thoughts were going through their minds as they saw a clearly underdressed girl, stockings showing as she was wrapped in a jacket, and clearly holding a little black dress and red bra and panties in her hand.
I felt so slutty and naughty and so turned on.
We managed to jump in a taxi, the driver must have got a decent eye-ful as I lost grip on my jacket as I got in... okay, you know me too well, I let go of my jacket for a moment! ;-p. And we arrived at our hotel moments later and I felt like I was doing a slutty walk of shame up to our room as a few fleeting staff members and other guests heading to their rooms gave us glances that turned into full-blown stares!
The third and final post of this December 2010 Christmas Parties story will be posted very shortly...
The Naughty 2010 Diaries - December part 1 (of 3) *ADULT CONTENT*
Christmas Time = Party Time!
December 2010 started with me fully in study mode as I prepared for my early December exams, but soon they were over, and I really was ready to let my hair down and just party the festive season away.
And boy did I have lots of opportunities to party – not 1, not 2, but 3 work Christmas Parties that I’d been roped into attending. One being my works Christmas do, one being J’s work shindig, and the first of the three being a bit of a strange one, as a friend of ours, or more a friend of J’s and just a passing acquaintance of mine, needed a date for his work function, and J had told him that I was free and could go along with him if he wanted me to.
If I went through these three parties in the order of potential reader interest, I’d probably end up working backwards, but I suppose I should go through them all in chronological order to keep this in “Diary” format, so I will start with Friday 10th December, and the party I attended with “the friend”. I’ll give him the code name of “Dave” for the purposes of this blog. I don’t like using real-names on here! And I will go back to the days and weeks beforehand, to give you the lead-up to this situation.
So it all started (or at least I think this was the start of it) a week or so beforehand at a get together we had at another friends house, I was walking from the small group of people I’d been chatting to across to the makeshift bar area to refill my glass with some more wine, and as I walked past J, who was sat talking to Dave, who is a friend of his that he’s known for years, but is no more than a passing acquaintance to me to be honest, J asked me what I was doing Friday 10th. “Erm, I’m free as far as I know...” I replied. “Great! Dave was just saying he’s looking for a plus one for his office Christmas party as he can’t find anyone to go with” J said. “I was just telling him you love a good office party and would gladly go with him if you were free that night!”. I was a bit taken aback, I wasn’t expecting to be set-up on a date, and was just a bit surprised. I smiled politely, and just said “oh... sure, I guess it will be okay, I’ll just have to check my diary when we get back home.” That was really code to say we’ll talk about it later!
We did talk about it later, and he talked me into it. It apparently wasn’t going to be a big deal, Dave had gone through a big divorce earlier in the year, and as well as not wanting to go alone as everyone was bringing a partner, he was just hoping to have an attractive girl on his arm for his work party, who nobody there would know, so he could put on a brave front and not have people feeling sorry for him after his divorce, and just in case word got back to his wife via mutual friends and acquaintances.
So I agreed to it, it’s a good chance to be a bit flirty and a bit of a show-off with people I didn’t know and would never see again, and of course, a free meal and free drinks is always welcome.
But in the week running up to the event, I became increasingly more confused as to what was actually expected of me, and nobody was filling me in. Was I going as a “friend”, or was a supposed to be acting the actual “date/girlfriend” role. I suspected that regardless, I’d probably come off looking more like a paid escort! :-\ lol
It wasn’t until late on the Friday afternoon that J finally told me what was actually going on, although I must admit I’d begun to suspect it anyway. I was to be the full-blown slut for the night, and J asked me if I’d agree to abide by his one and only command for the next day, which was to follow all of Dave’s instructions from that point forwards until further notice – basically a temporary transfer of sub ownership. I asked J if he was sure he wanted me to do this, because I didn’t really know Dave and wasn’t totally comfortable with it, but I’d do anything for J, so if he asked me to do it, I’d trust his judgement and do it for him. To which he said that he loved showing off what a fantastic little slut he had to others, and he’d known Dave for years so he ensured me that I’d be safe and that I’d enjoy the experience. So I agreed, and the wheels truly were set in motion.
So for one night only, I was basically Dave’s property, and a mixture of excitement, and trepidation filled my body.
My outfit was out and ready for me when I got home early from work, which had been joint decided and chosen by J and Dave. And there wasn’t much to it. A red corset, a black and red thong and suspender belt combination, black seamed stockings, and a pair of black 5 1/2 inch stiletto heels with a small platform. That was the underwear sorted, but the only other thing left out for me to wear was a short flowing black skirt. ‘Where is the top?’, I pondered to myself, knowing full well that the corset was my top!
I got ready, I have to admit I did look pretty good in the full outfit, with my hair done up, and fairly heavy make-up on. And soon after that, Dave arrived to pick me up, and we drove to the pretty posh hotel that the party was taking place at. Casting your mind back to my September 2010 Naughty Diaries blog entry, when I was first ‘given away’ as a party date, which pretty much failed at the first hurdle... well this one was quite the opposite. It was quite clear from the off that, although he was a little uncomfortable and perhaps a little nervous of the experience, he was very much okay with the situation we found ourselves in and had every intention to follow it through. He was much more comfortable than me, as I was very nervous, a little out of my comfort zone, and wished I’d had some time to get to know Dave a little better before this point.
The drive to the hotel was eventful, he was very complimentary to me, quite touchy-feely but in a low-key fashion, and he was very respectful but exuding a bit of an “I’m in charge” demeanour, which I like in my men. And we also took the opportunity to get to know each other better – trying to squeeze several dates worth of knowledge about each other into 45 minutes so it didn’t appear like we were on our first date at the party, as we were supposed to be a couple who’d been dating for several weeks at least. I was shocked at how quickly I began to like him, he was funny and witty and started looking sexier to me by the minute – he had a bit of a George Clooney sexiness to him. We were getting along great, I was completely at ease and really starting to look forward to the evening ahead as my nervousness subsided.
After we arrived, and the valet parking attendant was treated to an unobstructed view of my underwear (you try getting out of a sports car in a short flowy skirt and retaining your modesty!! Lol) we walked into the venue hand-in-hand, smiling, and sharing flirty glances at each other. Pulling off being a couple was seemingly going to be fairly easy.
It struck me quite early that, even at the age of 28, I felt really young compared to the crowd of people, who mainly seemed to be 40+, with a few seemingly in their 30’s and the sporadic twenty-something here and there. It’s rare for me to feel young when out for the evening nowadays, the number of occasions I’ve been in a bar, club or music venue in the past year or so and generally feeling old as I’m surrounded by 18-21 year olds has become too many to count! But the age-range seemed to even out a bit more as the crowds got bigger and grew from around 50 to what I was told was about 120 people including partners. Obviously the younger ones were coming in fashionably late!
As we made our way into the pre-dinner reception area, we walked toward a couple of other guys who were obviously work-friends of Dave. Big friendly hand-shake greetings commenced as I stood back awaiting my introduction. “Honey, this is Mike, he’s head of our Finance Department” he said, and as I smiled in my nerdily excited way as being in Finance myself I love a good chat about finance, I reached out my hand but I was caught off guard by an unexpected big hug instead as Mike exclaimed “the famous Candy, we’ve heard a lot about you!” I must have stared daggers at a chuckling Dave over Mike’s shoulder at that. I mean, creating the name “Candy” for me! It got better, as the greetings continued and the chat with Mike and the other man, Will, continued, it turned out that he’d not only given me a fake name, he’d given me a fake job as well. I wasn’t just Candy, no, I was Candy the Masseuse!! Lol
Apparently that was J’s idea! Typical!
But, although I was a little annoyed, I hid being flustered as best as I could, and embraced the challenge... let’s be honest, how often do you get the chance to go to a party where nobody knows you and portray the character of slutty Candy the masseuse! Lol. Okay, it was a bit much, I corrected the guys, I’m not a masseuse, I’m a massage therapist! :-)
I thought I played my role well in these early stages, playing along well and thinking on my stiletto-heeled feet as my character evolved from stories that Dave had told about me previously. Like how we met at the gym/spa I work at when I gave him a massage etc. I flirted, and joked, and laughed, and chatted, and answered questions about my career as a massage therapist the best I could considering I know nothing at all about anything massage related – the closest I get to being a masseuse is wearing my slutty pink “miss massage” costume! A lot of the time I had to revert to flirty innuendo as answers, such as lines like “oh, you wouldn’t believe the things I can do with these hands” accompanied by a flirty smile and a naughty twinkle in my eyes.
As the evening wore on, I think we became even more thoroughly convincing as a couple. We appeared very doting of each other and were always including each other in group conversations. And Dave was quick to point out the people we were there to impress – like his bosses, important colleagues, or the gents with young trophy wives who we were generally competing with for the title of hottest older guy/younger girl couple – and those whose tongues we should leave wagging, such as friends or acquaintances of his ex-wife.
But that was just the outward facade of the evening. Beneath the table or on the dance floor his hands were all over me, and when we slipped into a quieter table toward the back later on in the evening, he told me to slip my panties off right there at the table and we got pretty hot and heavy, locked in deep kisses whilst practically fucking each other into a frenzy under the table with our hands. It was at this point he told me to get under the table to suck him off. I did just that, slipping down when I thought nobody was looking, and hidden beneath the long tablecloth I took his thick, throbbing cock deep into my mouth and gave him the best blow-job I could muster in such a confined space. It took him less than 5 minutes to cum, I’d practically brought him to the edge of orgasm with my hand before anyway, so he was already just about ready to blow before I went under the table. As he came, I held the head of his cock at my lips to take all his cum in my mouth; partly out of necessity to avoid a mess, but mostly as that was what he had told me to do – catch it all, don’t spill a drop, but not to swallow.
As I finished, I asked if the coast was clear... well, I kind of mumbled it through my cum-filled mouth! And he said it was, so I gingerly came out from under the table and re-took my seat, looking at him patiently awaiting my next instruction about what I should do with my ample mouthful. He asked me to open wide to show him, and hold some on my tongue and stick that out, all of which I did before he asked me a couple of questions that I mumbled and gargled very brief answers to before I was allowed to swallow. I gulped it down with an enthusiastic smile before thanking him, which is something a good slut should always do.
As the night was winding down, I had a quick dance with a few of Dave’s friends/colleagues as they insisted they get a dance before the night was over, and they generally groped my ass a little and danced me toward the mistletoe for a little kiss. They all were just little friendly kisses though, except for one, as he let it be known that he’d seen me come out from under Dave’s table with a mouthful of cum earlier, and tried to convince me to give him a similar treatment to pay for his silence. To be honest, I was Dave’s date for the night, but had no long-term connection to him, and the blow job was his idea, so I wasn’t that bothered about buying his silence quite frankly. He was easily diffused anyway, and accepted a proper, long kiss combined with groping my naked ass under my skirt for about 15 seconds.
The night ended shortly after and as we headed to the lift/elevator, I noticed that one of Dave’s colleague’s was about 10 paces behind us with his wife, who he had pointed out earlier in the night as a fairly good friend of his ex-wife. So I pointed this out to Dave and whispered my plan in his ear. As we got in the lift I practically jumped him as if we were going to fuck right there and then, while Dave discreetly kept his finger on the “hold doors” button to ensure that the couple just behind us would catch us up and make it to the lift. As they did, we quickly broke our clinch and straightened our clothes a little like guilty teenagers. We continued a bit of kissing as the lifts went up, and I was saying dirty things into Dave’s ear, making sure the others in the lift could just about hear what I was saying.
Quite luckily for this little game, we all got off at the same floor and started walking down the same corridor. Our room was first though, so we stopped and they walked past. As soon as they had passed, I jumped Dave again, pushing him against the door and started pulling his tie off and undoing his shirt as I kissed him furiously, telling him how badly I wanted him. He fumbled with the keycard as the other couple looked back to see us practically stripping and ready to fuck in the hotel corridor. We soon got into the room though, both grinning and giggling a little bit, but at the same time, both very, very horny. There was a lot of truth in our lift and hotel corridor show, we were both very desperate to get ourselves laid!
And it didn’t take long for us to get down to it once we were in the room, I finally got my corset off and felt like I could breathe for the first time all evening. We fucked a few times that night and again in the morning. He was a bit rougher than I was expecting to be honest, but not in a bad way necessarily. A girl loves to just be thoroughly “taken” sometimes, even if I did end up with an almighty bruise on my lower back from where he’d fucked me very hard against the wall, and some minor bruises around my wrists from some slightly “excessive force” use of some handcuffs.
I was sore on several parts of my body the next day. But I also felt pretty damn satisfied as Dave drove me home into the waiting arms of my Master J. I’d been a good slut for him.
Just to complete this story though, I will just say that I did meet up with Dave a few more times, conveniently popping into a couple of work nights out etc, just to keep up the pretence of the relationship for several more weeks until he announced our “break-up”, which let me off the hook in a way that didn’t look bad on him.
The December 2010 Christmas Parties stories will be continued very shortly...
December 2010 started with me fully in study mode as I prepared for my early December exams, but soon they were over, and I really was ready to let my hair down and just party the festive season away.
And boy did I have lots of opportunities to party – not 1, not 2, but 3 work Christmas Parties that I’d been roped into attending. One being my works Christmas do, one being J’s work shindig, and the first of the three being a bit of a strange one, as a friend of ours, or more a friend of J’s and just a passing acquaintance of mine, needed a date for his work function, and J had told him that I was free and could go along with him if he wanted me to.
If I went through these three parties in the order of potential reader interest, I’d probably end up working backwards, but I suppose I should go through them all in chronological order to keep this in “Diary” format, so I will start with Friday 10th December, and the party I attended with “the friend”. I’ll give him the code name of “Dave” for the purposes of this blog. I don’t like using real-names on here! And I will go back to the days and weeks beforehand, to give you the lead-up to this situation.
So it all started (or at least I think this was the start of it) a week or so beforehand at a get together we had at another friends house, I was walking from the small group of people I’d been chatting to across to the makeshift bar area to refill my glass with some more wine, and as I walked past J, who was sat talking to Dave, who is a friend of his that he’s known for years, but is no more than a passing acquaintance to me to be honest, J asked me what I was doing Friday 10th. “Erm, I’m free as far as I know...” I replied. “Great! Dave was just saying he’s looking for a plus one for his office Christmas party as he can’t find anyone to go with” J said. “I was just telling him you love a good office party and would gladly go with him if you were free that night!”. I was a bit taken aback, I wasn’t expecting to be set-up on a date, and was just a bit surprised. I smiled politely, and just said “oh... sure, I guess it will be okay, I’ll just have to check my diary when we get back home.” That was really code to say we’ll talk about it later!
We did talk about it later, and he talked me into it. It apparently wasn’t going to be a big deal, Dave had gone through a big divorce earlier in the year, and as well as not wanting to go alone as everyone was bringing a partner, he was just hoping to have an attractive girl on his arm for his work party, who nobody there would know, so he could put on a brave front and not have people feeling sorry for him after his divorce, and just in case word got back to his wife via mutual friends and acquaintances.
So I agreed to it, it’s a good chance to be a bit flirty and a bit of a show-off with people I didn’t know and would never see again, and of course, a free meal and free drinks is always welcome.
But in the week running up to the event, I became increasingly more confused as to what was actually expected of me, and nobody was filling me in. Was I going as a “friend”, or was a supposed to be acting the actual “date/girlfriend” role. I suspected that regardless, I’d probably come off looking more like a paid escort! :-\ lol
It wasn’t until late on the Friday afternoon that J finally told me what was actually going on, although I must admit I’d begun to suspect it anyway. I was to be the full-blown slut for the night, and J asked me if I’d agree to abide by his one and only command for the next day, which was to follow all of Dave’s instructions from that point forwards until further notice – basically a temporary transfer of sub ownership. I asked J if he was sure he wanted me to do this, because I didn’t really know Dave and wasn’t totally comfortable with it, but I’d do anything for J, so if he asked me to do it, I’d trust his judgement and do it for him. To which he said that he loved showing off what a fantastic little slut he had to others, and he’d known Dave for years so he ensured me that I’d be safe and that I’d enjoy the experience. So I agreed, and the wheels truly were set in motion.
So for one night only, I was basically Dave’s property, and a mixture of excitement, and trepidation filled my body.
My outfit was out and ready for me when I got home early from work, which had been joint decided and chosen by J and Dave. And there wasn’t much to it. A red corset, a black and red thong and suspender belt combination, black seamed stockings, and a pair of black 5 1/2 inch stiletto heels with a small platform. That was the underwear sorted, but the only other thing left out for me to wear was a short flowing black skirt. ‘Where is the top?’, I pondered to myself, knowing full well that the corset was my top!
I got ready, I have to admit I did look pretty good in the full outfit, with my hair done up, and fairly heavy make-up on. And soon after that, Dave arrived to pick me up, and we drove to the pretty posh hotel that the party was taking place at. Casting your mind back to my September 2010 Naughty Diaries blog entry, when I was first ‘given away’ as a party date, which pretty much failed at the first hurdle... well this one was quite the opposite. It was quite clear from the off that, although he was a little uncomfortable and perhaps a little nervous of the experience, he was very much okay with the situation we found ourselves in and had every intention to follow it through. He was much more comfortable than me, as I was very nervous, a little out of my comfort zone, and wished I’d had some time to get to know Dave a little better before this point.
The drive to the hotel was eventful, he was very complimentary to me, quite touchy-feely but in a low-key fashion, and he was very respectful but exuding a bit of an “I’m in charge” demeanour, which I like in my men. And we also took the opportunity to get to know each other better – trying to squeeze several dates worth of knowledge about each other into 45 minutes so it didn’t appear like we were on our first date at the party, as we were supposed to be a couple who’d been dating for several weeks at least. I was shocked at how quickly I began to like him, he was funny and witty and started looking sexier to me by the minute – he had a bit of a George Clooney sexiness to him. We were getting along great, I was completely at ease and really starting to look forward to the evening ahead as my nervousness subsided.
After we arrived, and the valet parking attendant was treated to an unobstructed view of my underwear (you try getting out of a sports car in a short flowy skirt and retaining your modesty!! Lol) we walked into the venue hand-in-hand, smiling, and sharing flirty glances at each other. Pulling off being a couple was seemingly going to be fairly easy.
It struck me quite early that, even at the age of 28, I felt really young compared to the crowd of people, who mainly seemed to be 40+, with a few seemingly in their 30’s and the sporadic twenty-something here and there. It’s rare for me to feel young when out for the evening nowadays, the number of occasions I’ve been in a bar, club or music venue in the past year or so and generally feeling old as I’m surrounded by 18-21 year olds has become too many to count! But the age-range seemed to even out a bit more as the crowds got bigger and grew from around 50 to what I was told was about 120 people including partners. Obviously the younger ones were coming in fashionably late!
As we made our way into the pre-dinner reception area, we walked toward a couple of other guys who were obviously work-friends of Dave. Big friendly hand-shake greetings commenced as I stood back awaiting my introduction. “Honey, this is Mike, he’s head of our Finance Department” he said, and as I smiled in my nerdily excited way as being in Finance myself I love a good chat about finance, I reached out my hand but I was caught off guard by an unexpected big hug instead as Mike exclaimed “the famous Candy, we’ve heard a lot about you!” I must have stared daggers at a chuckling Dave over Mike’s shoulder at that. I mean, creating the name “Candy” for me! It got better, as the greetings continued and the chat with Mike and the other man, Will, continued, it turned out that he’d not only given me a fake name, he’d given me a fake job as well. I wasn’t just Candy, no, I was Candy the Masseuse!! Lol
Apparently that was J’s idea! Typical!
But, although I was a little annoyed, I hid being flustered as best as I could, and embraced the challenge... let’s be honest, how often do you get the chance to go to a party where nobody knows you and portray the character of slutty Candy the masseuse! Lol. Okay, it was a bit much, I corrected the guys, I’m not a masseuse, I’m a massage therapist! :-)
I thought I played my role well in these early stages, playing along well and thinking on my stiletto-heeled feet as my character evolved from stories that Dave had told about me previously. Like how we met at the gym/spa I work at when I gave him a massage etc. I flirted, and joked, and laughed, and chatted, and answered questions about my career as a massage therapist the best I could considering I know nothing at all about anything massage related – the closest I get to being a masseuse is wearing my slutty pink “miss massage” costume! A lot of the time I had to revert to flirty innuendo as answers, such as lines like “oh, you wouldn’t believe the things I can do with these hands” accompanied by a flirty smile and a naughty twinkle in my eyes.
As the evening wore on, I think we became even more thoroughly convincing as a couple. We appeared very doting of each other and were always including each other in group conversations. And Dave was quick to point out the people we were there to impress – like his bosses, important colleagues, or the gents with young trophy wives who we were generally competing with for the title of hottest older guy/younger girl couple – and those whose tongues we should leave wagging, such as friends or acquaintances of his ex-wife.
But that was just the outward facade of the evening. Beneath the table or on the dance floor his hands were all over me, and when we slipped into a quieter table toward the back later on in the evening, he told me to slip my panties off right there at the table and we got pretty hot and heavy, locked in deep kisses whilst practically fucking each other into a frenzy under the table with our hands. It was at this point he told me to get under the table to suck him off. I did just that, slipping down when I thought nobody was looking, and hidden beneath the long tablecloth I took his thick, throbbing cock deep into my mouth and gave him the best blow-job I could muster in such a confined space. It took him less than 5 minutes to cum, I’d practically brought him to the edge of orgasm with my hand before anyway, so he was already just about ready to blow before I went under the table. As he came, I held the head of his cock at my lips to take all his cum in my mouth; partly out of necessity to avoid a mess, but mostly as that was what he had told me to do – catch it all, don’t spill a drop, but not to swallow.
As I finished, I asked if the coast was clear... well, I kind of mumbled it through my cum-filled mouth! And he said it was, so I gingerly came out from under the table and re-took my seat, looking at him patiently awaiting my next instruction about what I should do with my ample mouthful. He asked me to open wide to show him, and hold some on my tongue and stick that out, all of which I did before he asked me a couple of questions that I mumbled and gargled very brief answers to before I was allowed to swallow. I gulped it down with an enthusiastic smile before thanking him, which is something a good slut should always do.
As the night was winding down, I had a quick dance with a few of Dave’s friends/colleagues as they insisted they get a dance before the night was over, and they generally groped my ass a little and danced me toward the mistletoe for a little kiss. They all were just little friendly kisses though, except for one, as he let it be known that he’d seen me come out from under Dave’s table with a mouthful of cum earlier, and tried to convince me to give him a similar treatment to pay for his silence. To be honest, I was Dave’s date for the night, but had no long-term connection to him, and the blow job was his idea, so I wasn’t that bothered about buying his silence quite frankly. He was easily diffused anyway, and accepted a proper, long kiss combined with groping my naked ass under my skirt for about 15 seconds.
The night ended shortly after and as we headed to the lift/elevator, I noticed that one of Dave’s colleague’s was about 10 paces behind us with his wife, who he had pointed out earlier in the night as a fairly good friend of his ex-wife. So I pointed this out to Dave and whispered my plan in his ear. As we got in the lift I practically jumped him as if we were going to fuck right there and then, while Dave discreetly kept his finger on the “hold doors” button to ensure that the couple just behind us would catch us up and make it to the lift. As they did, we quickly broke our clinch and straightened our clothes a little like guilty teenagers. We continued a bit of kissing as the lifts went up, and I was saying dirty things into Dave’s ear, making sure the others in the lift could just about hear what I was saying.
Quite luckily for this little game, we all got off at the same floor and started walking down the same corridor. Our room was first though, so we stopped and they walked past. As soon as they had passed, I jumped Dave again, pushing him against the door and started pulling his tie off and undoing his shirt as I kissed him furiously, telling him how badly I wanted him. He fumbled with the keycard as the other couple looked back to see us practically stripping and ready to fuck in the hotel corridor. We soon got into the room though, both grinning and giggling a little bit, but at the same time, both very, very horny. There was a lot of truth in our lift and hotel corridor show, we were both very desperate to get ourselves laid!
And it didn’t take long for us to get down to it once we were in the room, I finally got my corset off and felt like I could breathe for the first time all evening. We fucked a few times that night and again in the morning. He was a bit rougher than I was expecting to be honest, but not in a bad way necessarily. A girl loves to just be thoroughly “taken” sometimes, even if I did end up with an almighty bruise on my lower back from where he’d fucked me very hard against the wall, and some minor bruises around my wrists from some slightly “excessive force” use of some handcuffs.
I was sore on several parts of my body the next day. But I also felt pretty damn satisfied as Dave drove me home into the waiting arms of my Master J. I’d been a good slut for him.
Just to complete this story though, I will just say that I did meet up with Dave a few more times, conveniently popping into a couple of work nights out etc, just to keep up the pretence of the relationship for several more weeks until he announced our “break-up”, which let me off the hook in a way that didn’t look bad on him.
The December 2010 Christmas Parties stories will be continued very shortly...
Wednesday, 18 May 2011
The Shopping Challenge - April 2011
Recently I was set a challenge by my loving other half, Master J. A sexy, daring challenge, relating to going shopping with a specific list of items to buy.
It’s a challenge not dis-similar to ones we’ve done before, but usually you get a list of various items to buy from various different stores, so the only difference with this one was that it was all from the one shop.
The location was a large branch of a leading UK supermarket chain. Not my local branch – one about a 15 minute drive from home, situated in a busy foot-traffic area.
The time frame was 6.30pm on a Friday evening – a time where the store is pretty busy with people popping in after work to do a bit of grocery shopping for the weekend, but generally a time where there are few children around, if any.
The outfit to complete the challenge in was a little short white summer dress and white strappy sandals with a 4” heel, and nothing underneath. If I wear underwear under this dress they can generally be seen through it, despite the dress not being see-through by design. I actually think you can see less through it without anything under it than you can when wearing underwear personally. But in good light, shadows and outlines can make it quite revealing, not to mention that length-wise, if I bend over or reach up high to a top shelf, I’m lucky if the dress covers me!
And the shopping list was this, to be picked up in this very specific but random order. Well I say random order, it was designed to maximise the time spent in store by walking from end to end then back again, with the items in my basket.
1) The sexiest, and skimpiest, lingerie set I am able to find.
2) A pair of fishnet stockings
3) The sluttiest looking pair of heels I can find.
4) A pack of candles.
5) A packet of condoms.
6) A bottle of flavoured lube.
7) A disposable vibrating cock ring (yes, you can buy them from supermarket chains! Lol)
8) A cucumber
9) Whipped Cream
10) A “to my boyfriend” birthday card.
So into the store I went, picked up a basket, and headed to the underwear section. To be honest, this store isn’t a La Senza or a Knickerbox, so the choices aren’t that wide, but I fulfilled my sub-plot to this part of the challenge by picking up several things and holding them up against myself to see how they may look, and gripping the bra’s around my breasts to see if they’d fit and how much they’d cover or how much support they’d give etc. Then when I’d found two suitably ‘inappropriate’ lingerie sets, I had to get a male opinion before I chose. It took a couple of minutes before I saw a guy walking down the main aisle past the section I was in, but when I found my prey I moved quickly, reaching out to touch his arm as I said in the sweetest voice I could muster, “excuse me, excuse me sir! I’m really sorry to trouble you, but I have a bit of a dilemma that I need a man’s opinion on!” He replied somewhat nervously, “erm, ok”. Telling him of my plight – I was trying to surprise my boyfriend on his birthday with some racy underwear, and I wasn’t sure which he’d prefer – I held up the two sets against myself and asked his opinion on which he’d most like to come home to find me wearing. He chose the black lacy chemise and thong combo ahead of the red and black bra and thong combo. “Thanks, you are an absolute star” I told him as I placed his chosen lingerie into my basket.
Next up was the hosiery aisle, where after some deliberation I chose the nicest pair of black fishnet hold-up stockings that they had, which was still a lower calibre of item than what I’d normally wear.
Onto item number 3, and I back-tracked past the lingerie to get to the shoe section. Again, this isn’t a shop I‘d normally go into to buy shoes; there’s nothing wrong with their shoes, but to find a good pair of nice looking sexy heels is a bit of a challenge. But I persisted, and followed the second sub-plot of my challenge by placing my basket containing my underwear and stockings on the bench, ensuring it was all positioned for maximum exposure to anybody passing. I tried on four pairs, bending provocatively as I fastened them, and generally flashing as much leg and anything else as I could when putting them on and taking them off (even though there was disappointingly too few people around in this section of the store to make it worthwhile). I walked up and down the shoe aisle in each of them, held my other purchases up against them to see if they went together, and finally decided on the sexiest looking pair I could find, which were fairly average in the bigger scheme of things, a red pair with an ankle strap and a heel that at a push was 4 inches. So into the basket they went.
And I move down my list – into the homewares aisle to get a pack of candles.
Then across the store to the pharmacy aisle, where I was to spend at least 5 minutes looking at items in the sex and contraception aisle, selecting the three items I needed. I carefully selected a packet of ribbed condoms after reading a few boxes to ensure I was getting the right kind, bending at the waist as I picked each packet up off the bottom shelf. Then I searched through the fun stuff for a bit, picking things up, looking at them, reading the packaging, I looked over the flavoured edible lubes and massage oils, even opening up a few of the bottles and putting a bit on my finger to taste them, before placing the durex vibrating cock ring and the flavoured lube that was on my shopping list into my basket. All this whilst people were walking past, buying toothpaste, aspirin’s, deodorants, and other run of the mill stuff!
Then with a basket full of stuff for a very fun evening, which personally I thought was enough for this challenge and would have made it perfectly adequate, I headed all the way from aisle 24 to aisle 2 to get item number 8. I think then final items on the list were just added for a bit of an extra embarrassment factor, as I picked up a cucumber from the salad section, whilst holding my basket of sexy non-food goods, getting a few passing second looks. Then across to the dairy section for some squirty whipped cream.
And finally, back across half the store to the greeting cards and stationery aisle, to make my “story” complete. A boyfriend birthday card – just to complete the tale of planning a special birthday treat evening for my beloved.
Can you imagine the looks I got from other shoppers and the cashier guy when I laid my ten items clearly and precisely on the conveyor belt, nothing hidden under something else or anything like that. Of course I wasn’t allowed to do self-checkout, even though I had 10 items or less as the sign above the self-serve express checkouts say.
The cashier served me with a big stifled grin. The lady in front of me did a huge double take of my inventory with a shocked open mouthed expression. The guys behind me were making rude and cheeky remarks to each other, about somebody having a fun evening planned etc, and as I paid and went to walk away, one of them said to me whilst holding back a laugh, “have a fun evening, love!” Ever calm and considered in these situations, I flashed a smile back and said “I will, don’t worry!” before walking away and out of the store, to J waiting in the car, at what seemed like the furthest away point of the car park possible, ready to inspect my shopping bag.
Hope you enjoyed, I can be contacted on blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk if you want to. x
It’s a challenge not dis-similar to ones we’ve done before, but usually you get a list of various items to buy from various different stores, so the only difference with this one was that it was all from the one shop.
The location was a large branch of a leading UK supermarket chain. Not my local branch – one about a 15 minute drive from home, situated in a busy foot-traffic area.
The time frame was 6.30pm on a Friday evening – a time where the store is pretty busy with people popping in after work to do a bit of grocery shopping for the weekend, but generally a time where there are few children around, if any.
The outfit to complete the challenge in was a little short white summer dress and white strappy sandals with a 4” heel, and nothing underneath. If I wear underwear under this dress they can generally be seen through it, despite the dress not being see-through by design. I actually think you can see less through it without anything under it than you can when wearing underwear personally. But in good light, shadows and outlines can make it quite revealing, not to mention that length-wise, if I bend over or reach up high to a top shelf, I’m lucky if the dress covers me!
And the shopping list was this, to be picked up in this very specific but random order. Well I say random order, it was designed to maximise the time spent in store by walking from end to end then back again, with the items in my basket.
1) The sexiest, and skimpiest, lingerie set I am able to find.
2) A pair of fishnet stockings
3) The sluttiest looking pair of heels I can find.
4) A pack of candles.
5) A packet of condoms.
6) A bottle of flavoured lube.
7) A disposable vibrating cock ring (yes, you can buy them from supermarket chains! Lol)
8) A cucumber
9) Whipped Cream
10) A “to my boyfriend” birthday card.
So into the store I went, picked up a basket, and headed to the underwear section. To be honest, this store isn’t a La Senza or a Knickerbox, so the choices aren’t that wide, but I fulfilled my sub-plot to this part of the challenge by picking up several things and holding them up against myself to see how they may look, and gripping the bra’s around my breasts to see if they’d fit and how much they’d cover or how much support they’d give etc. Then when I’d found two suitably ‘inappropriate’ lingerie sets, I had to get a male opinion before I chose. It took a couple of minutes before I saw a guy walking down the main aisle past the section I was in, but when I found my prey I moved quickly, reaching out to touch his arm as I said in the sweetest voice I could muster, “excuse me, excuse me sir! I’m really sorry to trouble you, but I have a bit of a dilemma that I need a man’s opinion on!” He replied somewhat nervously, “erm, ok”. Telling him of my plight – I was trying to surprise my boyfriend on his birthday with some racy underwear, and I wasn’t sure which he’d prefer – I held up the two sets against myself and asked his opinion on which he’d most like to come home to find me wearing. He chose the black lacy chemise and thong combo ahead of the red and black bra and thong combo. “Thanks, you are an absolute star” I told him as I placed his chosen lingerie into my basket.
Next up was the hosiery aisle, where after some deliberation I chose the nicest pair of black fishnet hold-up stockings that they had, which was still a lower calibre of item than what I’d normally wear.
Onto item number 3, and I back-tracked past the lingerie to get to the shoe section. Again, this isn’t a shop I‘d normally go into to buy shoes; there’s nothing wrong with their shoes, but to find a good pair of nice looking sexy heels is a bit of a challenge. But I persisted, and followed the second sub-plot of my challenge by placing my basket containing my underwear and stockings on the bench, ensuring it was all positioned for maximum exposure to anybody passing. I tried on four pairs, bending provocatively as I fastened them, and generally flashing as much leg and anything else as I could when putting them on and taking them off (even though there was disappointingly too few people around in this section of the store to make it worthwhile). I walked up and down the shoe aisle in each of them, held my other purchases up against them to see if they went together, and finally decided on the sexiest looking pair I could find, which were fairly average in the bigger scheme of things, a red pair with an ankle strap and a heel that at a push was 4 inches. So into the basket they went.
And I move down my list – into the homewares aisle to get a pack of candles.
Then across the store to the pharmacy aisle, where I was to spend at least 5 minutes looking at items in the sex and contraception aisle, selecting the three items I needed. I carefully selected a packet of ribbed condoms after reading a few boxes to ensure I was getting the right kind, bending at the waist as I picked each packet up off the bottom shelf. Then I searched through the fun stuff for a bit, picking things up, looking at them, reading the packaging, I looked over the flavoured edible lubes and massage oils, even opening up a few of the bottles and putting a bit on my finger to taste them, before placing the durex vibrating cock ring and the flavoured lube that was on my shopping list into my basket. All this whilst people were walking past, buying toothpaste, aspirin’s, deodorants, and other run of the mill stuff!
Then with a basket full of stuff for a very fun evening, which personally I thought was enough for this challenge and would have made it perfectly adequate, I headed all the way from aisle 24 to aisle 2 to get item number 8. I think then final items on the list were just added for a bit of an extra embarrassment factor, as I picked up a cucumber from the salad section, whilst holding my basket of sexy non-food goods, getting a few passing second looks. Then across to the dairy section for some squirty whipped cream.
And finally, back across half the store to the greeting cards and stationery aisle, to make my “story” complete. A boyfriend birthday card – just to complete the tale of planning a special birthday treat evening for my beloved.
Can you imagine the looks I got from other shoppers and the cashier guy when I laid my ten items clearly and precisely on the conveyor belt, nothing hidden under something else or anything like that. Of course I wasn’t allowed to do self-checkout, even though I had 10 items or less as the sign above the self-serve express checkouts say.
The cashier served me with a big stifled grin. The lady in front of me did a huge double take of my inventory with a shocked open mouthed expression. The guys behind me were making rude and cheeky remarks to each other, about somebody having a fun evening planned etc, and as I paid and went to walk away, one of them said to me whilst holding back a laugh, “have a fun evening, love!” Ever calm and considered in these situations, I flashed a smile back and said “I will, don’t worry!” before walking away and out of the store, to J waiting in the car, at what seemed like the furthest away point of the car park possible, ready to inspect my shopping bag.
Hope you enjoyed, I can be contacted on blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk if you want to. x
Thursday, 10 February 2011
The Naughty 2010 Diaries Part 5 – November (ADULT CONTENT)
The Naughty 2010 Diaries Part 5 – November
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This is the fifth (and penultimate) part of a bit of a catch-up of the past 6 months, as I haven’t posted anything for ages. Starting from this month, a new monthly blog entry will be posted (probably in the first week or so of the following month), tentatively titled “The Naughty Diaries”, although I’ll change it if I think of a better name, which will either be a blog entry about a particular event during that month, or a summary of my month. This shouldn’t effect there being other random blogs throughout the months as well, this idea is just to encourage me to post at least once a month.
Six blogs will be posted in January to trial this idea, one each for the July-December 2010 months, before it’s officially launched on a more current basis for January 2011 onwards.
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“The One with the Threesome, and The Cold Snap begins”
November was a quiet month for me, in comparison to other months, mainly due to me getting seriously into study mode for my two exams in early December. But it did both start and end with a bit of a bang.
The month kicked off with the events I eluded to at the end of my retrospective September naughty diary entry, with the threesome between myself, J, and his brother S. I’d had a pretty stressful day at work, and made my way home feeling a real urge to jump on J as soon as I saw him to help relieve my stress the old-fashioned way. I walked into the house, not expecting anybody to be there; the plan being to shower, put on something skimpy, and await my man. But the house wasn’t empty as I walked in, I heard chatter coming from the lounge, and entered to find J in there with S. For a split second I was a little disappointed that I’d have to wait until later for my much needed fuck, until a thought occurred to me – S still owed me some attention from his big hard cock after leaving me so disappointed weeks earlier, and maybe tonight was the night I could get it.
“Hey boys”, I cheerily said as I walked into the room, hanging my coat up and putting my bag down on the side. I then greeted J with a long, deep kiss, practically straddling him on the chair to get to him, which is always my way of letting him know that I’m feeling a little bit frisky. I climbed off him after what was probably a 30-40 second passionate kiss, and went to walk into the kitchen, before turning back around half way, looking over at S and saying with a cheeky smile, “sorry, can’t have you feeling left out!” And I proceeded to straddle him on the sofa and give him pretty much the same deep, lingering kiss treatment that I’d just given to J.
Obviously by this point in time this wasn’t what you’d consider to be seriously strange occurrence, since the birthday incident in late September, we had of course become closer, and we’d become much more “touchy, feely” type of friends, even though we’d all only got together maybe 3 times since then so we hadn’t gone too far. But even so, and even though he’d received, including the birthday incident and the original “brotherly love” incident, a total of three blow jobs from me by now, I’d never kissed him so passionately before.
I dragged myself away eventually though, even though the very telling bulge that had begun to press between my legs really meant that I didn’t want to get up off his lap at all. I went upstairs and sent a quick text to J before I jumped in the shower. “Two sexy guys, and one VERY horny girl... don’t you go getting any ideas! ;-p” is what it read.
After a shower and changing into a very sexy and revealing baby-doll type nightdress, complete with stockings and heels of course, I headed downstairs and back into the lounge. J was sat in the arm-chair, with S on the sofa, so I sat next to S, actually really close to him, if I were any closer I’d have been on top of him. I then got up after a few minutes and sat on J’s lap and said to him, quiet enough so it seemed I was trying to be discreet, but loud enough so I knew S would still be able to hear, “honey, I’m really horny and I really need a hard fuck, I’m sure S wouldn’t mind if we slipped off for a few minutes...”
We were kind of ad-libbing a scene as we went along, we’re pretty good at reading each other so we know where to take it from the other’s reactions.
J told me, again quietly but loud enough, that I’d have to be patient and if I didn’t like those rules I’d have to go find another way to fix my problem. I got up, trying my best to look a little dejected, and went back to the sofa, next to S.
After a few minutes of fidgeting, I snuggled up a bit closer to him again, gently rubbed his chest through his shirt, and in a girlish voice complete with fluttering eyelashes and pout, I said to him, “Hey, your brother’s being mean and he won’t fuck me. You don’t happen to know anybody else who may be UP for it, do you?” I emphasised the “UP” by dropping my hand much lower than his chest, and grabbing something that certainly seemed to be UP for something!
He looked at J, as if to get permission, or to check it was okay, and J just said “Please. Just fuck her, or she’ll be whining all night!”.
And it began...
I jumped on him and kissed him furiously whilst unbuttoning his shirt, and once that was off I slid down him and unbuttoned his trousers and slipped them off him with his underwear, and his hard cock sprung up just inches from my face. A teasing blow-job ensued, which after a few minutes led to him lifting me up so I was straddling his lap again, and after slipping my thong to one side, he entered me for the first time. It felt great, and I looked over my shoulder at J with a satisfied smile on my face, and he took that as his cue to get up and slip his clothes off and come round to the side of me so I could suck his cock whilst I rode his brother.
I would give you a million more details – but the readers fantasy is all in the chase in my experience; I’ve set the scene, and I’m sure your minds can take this wherever you want to now!
We did have a fantastic time though, and they were both incredibly good with more stamina than you’d give either of them credit for. We had sex on the sofa, the chair, the floor, and they even laid me down on the coffee table and laid me from both ends. We even had a brief foray into double penetration as I was on top of S and J took my ass from behind.
A brilliant time was had by all, and it really was a huge ice-breaker for the relationship between the three of us, that had become a bit weird and tension filled over the previous several weeks.
So that was the start of November, and the next thing I want to talk about happened right at the very end of November, when an influx of cold weather and snow hit the UK. I got a good 8 inches in my garden – there was also about 2 inches of snow! Sorry, cheap and tawdry joke, I know.
Well many of you are probably unaware of my car troubles for the past year, which I won’t go into, but to cut a very long story short, I have been without a car of my own since February 2010 as I can’t afford insurance and petrol and everything else now, and it’s back to buses, trains, and trams for poor old me! :-(
I don’t mind it really, J drives me most places I want to go anyway, he even drives me to or from work when he can, but there’s lots of times where I have to get to or from work by myself too.
Which is where this story kicks in, it’s the end of November, J’s dropped me off at work, it’s started snowing pretty heavily during the day, our office barely had any windows at this time and the ones we do have are really high so you can’t see out of them anyway (we’ve since moved offices and we now have proper windows), so I’m completely unaware of how much snow has fallen for a while. And guess what, there’s a thick layer of snow developing on the floor, and I’m wearing a fairly short skirt and 4” fucking heels! I’d forgot to throw a change of clothes and in particular shoes or welly boots into a bag to bring with me. J’s 100 miles away and won’t be back in town until late that evening, so I’m pretty much stranded, I’ll never get home in this weather, in these shoes.
But I had a knight in shining armour that day, a male colleague offered to take me home, even though it was considerably out of his way. In fact it was about 10-15 miles in the opposite direction for him, but being polite he pretended he had to go in that general direction to try and convince me that I wasn’t putting him out. Although at this point, even through my false facade of saying, “oh, you don’t have to, I don’t want to make you go out of your way”, I was really thinking “I don’t mind if you have to go out of your way, PLEASE just get me home!” lol.
So he drove me home, I caught him glancing at my legs along the way, like I said, I had a fairly short skirt on, and earlier in the journey when I’d thanked him for being so nice, he replied with a smile, “well, you know me, I’ll do anything for a girl in a short skirt!”. People know that I’m not going to scream sexual harassment for comments like that, so they know they don’t have to be PC around me. But he got me home and I stretched over to him when we parked up and told him he was such a lifesaver and gave him a big hug. I went to kiss him on the cheek as I broke the hug, but somehow it ended up being more lips than cheek (I actually think he turned into it actually, the naughty guy!!). It was only for a second or so, and I apologised when I pulled away, saying, “how inappropriate of me”. But we laughed it off, and as I was about to get out of his car I jokingly said to him, “so how short does my skirt have to be tomorrow to get another lift home?”. I wasn’t really expecting a response really, it was a rhetorical joke really, but he quickly retorted “don’t know, you’ll have to wear something short and hope, won’t you?!”
We both laughed and we parted ways and I went inside and he left.
It was still snowing the next day, but I got to work okay on public transport, wearing jeans and my pink wellies and carrying my work attire and shoes in a bag. Just in case, I also threw in a much shorter skirt... you have to be prepared for when opportunities to be a bit naughty and overly flirty may come about, especially based on the conversation from the evening before.
As the day came to a close and most people started petering out of the office – I get in later than most on our flexi-time scheme, so I’m often one of the last to leave. And there was only three of us left, and as one guy popped out of the office for a few minutes, the guy who gave me a lift the day before asked if I wanted a lift home again. Usually with several people in the office my answer would have been a bit tamer, but as we were alone in the main office, I joked that I’d love one, but I didn’t think my skirt was quite short enough today! My skirt was only just above the knee on this occasion. “Probably not, but I’ll let you off just this once!”
About 15 or 20 minutes later when we were fast approaching the kind of time of the day where we were both just about ready to think about leaving, I went to the bathrooms with my bag and put on the shorter skirt that I’d brought with me. It was several inches shorter than my other skirt, stopping mid-thigh, showing lots of stocking clad legs. I came back to the office, and he didn’t even notice at first, but as we were just grabbing our coats to leave, it suddenly struck him. “Have you got changed?” he asked. “Yeah, well I didn’t want to disappoint and miss out on a ride home!” I responded with a cheeky smile.
Nothing’s happened with this whole situation if you were wondering. It was just a bit of a laugh, and is a bit of a private flirty joke between us. Sometimes now when I wear something short, he jokes about me trying to get a lift home. But he’s married and I wouldn’t come on to him in any serious way, it’s just my way of letting him know that I don’t mind him looking! Lol.
That’s all for now, I’m furiously working on my December entry, which is set to be a really good one. So that will hopefully be posted in a matter of days, which will allow me to write up my January one, and be all up to date and I can start making this blog entry a regular and current occurrence. But please bear with me, as I am quite busy with various things at the moment.
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This is the fifth (and penultimate) part of a bit of a catch-up of the past 6 months, as I haven’t posted anything for ages. Starting from this month, a new monthly blog entry will be posted (probably in the first week or so of the following month), tentatively titled “The Naughty Diaries”, although I’ll change it if I think of a better name, which will either be a blog entry about a particular event during that month, or a summary of my month. This shouldn’t effect there being other random blogs throughout the months as well, this idea is just to encourage me to post at least once a month.
Six blogs will be posted in January to trial this idea, one each for the July-December 2010 months, before it’s officially launched on a more current basis for January 2011 onwards.
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“The One with the Threesome, and The Cold Snap begins”
November was a quiet month for me, in comparison to other months, mainly due to me getting seriously into study mode for my two exams in early December. But it did both start and end with a bit of a bang.
The month kicked off with the events I eluded to at the end of my retrospective September naughty diary entry, with the threesome between myself, J, and his brother S. I’d had a pretty stressful day at work, and made my way home feeling a real urge to jump on J as soon as I saw him to help relieve my stress the old-fashioned way. I walked into the house, not expecting anybody to be there; the plan being to shower, put on something skimpy, and await my man. But the house wasn’t empty as I walked in, I heard chatter coming from the lounge, and entered to find J in there with S. For a split second I was a little disappointed that I’d have to wait until later for my much needed fuck, until a thought occurred to me – S still owed me some attention from his big hard cock after leaving me so disappointed weeks earlier, and maybe tonight was the night I could get it.
“Hey boys”, I cheerily said as I walked into the room, hanging my coat up and putting my bag down on the side. I then greeted J with a long, deep kiss, practically straddling him on the chair to get to him, which is always my way of letting him know that I’m feeling a little bit frisky. I climbed off him after what was probably a 30-40 second passionate kiss, and went to walk into the kitchen, before turning back around half way, looking over at S and saying with a cheeky smile, “sorry, can’t have you feeling left out!” And I proceeded to straddle him on the sofa and give him pretty much the same deep, lingering kiss treatment that I’d just given to J.
Obviously by this point in time this wasn’t what you’d consider to be seriously strange occurrence, since the birthday incident in late September, we had of course become closer, and we’d become much more “touchy, feely” type of friends, even though we’d all only got together maybe 3 times since then so we hadn’t gone too far. But even so, and even though he’d received, including the birthday incident and the original “brotherly love” incident, a total of three blow jobs from me by now, I’d never kissed him so passionately before.
I dragged myself away eventually though, even though the very telling bulge that had begun to press between my legs really meant that I didn’t want to get up off his lap at all. I went upstairs and sent a quick text to J before I jumped in the shower. “Two sexy guys, and one VERY horny girl... don’t you go getting any ideas! ;-p” is what it read.
After a shower and changing into a very sexy and revealing baby-doll type nightdress, complete with stockings and heels of course, I headed downstairs and back into the lounge. J was sat in the arm-chair, with S on the sofa, so I sat next to S, actually really close to him, if I were any closer I’d have been on top of him. I then got up after a few minutes and sat on J’s lap and said to him, quiet enough so it seemed I was trying to be discreet, but loud enough so I knew S would still be able to hear, “honey, I’m really horny and I really need a hard fuck, I’m sure S wouldn’t mind if we slipped off for a few minutes...”
We were kind of ad-libbing a scene as we went along, we’re pretty good at reading each other so we know where to take it from the other’s reactions.
J told me, again quietly but loud enough, that I’d have to be patient and if I didn’t like those rules I’d have to go find another way to fix my problem. I got up, trying my best to look a little dejected, and went back to the sofa, next to S.
After a few minutes of fidgeting, I snuggled up a bit closer to him again, gently rubbed his chest through his shirt, and in a girlish voice complete with fluttering eyelashes and pout, I said to him, “Hey, your brother’s being mean and he won’t fuck me. You don’t happen to know anybody else who may be UP for it, do you?” I emphasised the “UP” by dropping my hand much lower than his chest, and grabbing something that certainly seemed to be UP for something!
He looked at J, as if to get permission, or to check it was okay, and J just said “Please. Just fuck her, or she’ll be whining all night!”.
And it began...
I jumped on him and kissed him furiously whilst unbuttoning his shirt, and once that was off I slid down him and unbuttoned his trousers and slipped them off him with his underwear, and his hard cock sprung up just inches from my face. A teasing blow-job ensued, which after a few minutes led to him lifting me up so I was straddling his lap again, and after slipping my thong to one side, he entered me for the first time. It felt great, and I looked over my shoulder at J with a satisfied smile on my face, and he took that as his cue to get up and slip his clothes off and come round to the side of me so I could suck his cock whilst I rode his brother.
I would give you a million more details – but the readers fantasy is all in the chase in my experience; I’ve set the scene, and I’m sure your minds can take this wherever you want to now!
We did have a fantastic time though, and they were both incredibly good with more stamina than you’d give either of them credit for. We had sex on the sofa, the chair, the floor, and they even laid me down on the coffee table and laid me from both ends. We even had a brief foray into double penetration as I was on top of S and J took my ass from behind.
A brilliant time was had by all, and it really was a huge ice-breaker for the relationship between the three of us, that had become a bit weird and tension filled over the previous several weeks.
So that was the start of November, and the next thing I want to talk about happened right at the very end of November, when an influx of cold weather and snow hit the UK. I got a good 8 inches in my garden – there was also about 2 inches of snow! Sorry, cheap and tawdry joke, I know.
Well many of you are probably unaware of my car troubles for the past year, which I won’t go into, but to cut a very long story short, I have been without a car of my own since February 2010 as I can’t afford insurance and petrol and everything else now, and it’s back to buses, trains, and trams for poor old me! :-(
I don’t mind it really, J drives me most places I want to go anyway, he even drives me to or from work when he can, but there’s lots of times where I have to get to or from work by myself too.
Which is where this story kicks in, it’s the end of November, J’s dropped me off at work, it’s started snowing pretty heavily during the day, our office barely had any windows at this time and the ones we do have are really high so you can’t see out of them anyway (we’ve since moved offices and we now have proper windows), so I’m completely unaware of how much snow has fallen for a while. And guess what, there’s a thick layer of snow developing on the floor, and I’m wearing a fairly short skirt and 4” fucking heels! I’d forgot to throw a change of clothes and in particular shoes or welly boots into a bag to bring with me. J’s 100 miles away and won’t be back in town until late that evening, so I’m pretty much stranded, I’ll never get home in this weather, in these shoes.
But I had a knight in shining armour that day, a male colleague offered to take me home, even though it was considerably out of his way. In fact it was about 10-15 miles in the opposite direction for him, but being polite he pretended he had to go in that general direction to try and convince me that I wasn’t putting him out. Although at this point, even through my false facade of saying, “oh, you don’t have to, I don’t want to make you go out of your way”, I was really thinking “I don’t mind if you have to go out of your way, PLEASE just get me home!” lol.
So he drove me home, I caught him glancing at my legs along the way, like I said, I had a fairly short skirt on, and earlier in the journey when I’d thanked him for being so nice, he replied with a smile, “well, you know me, I’ll do anything for a girl in a short skirt!”. People know that I’m not going to scream sexual harassment for comments like that, so they know they don’t have to be PC around me. But he got me home and I stretched over to him when we parked up and told him he was such a lifesaver and gave him a big hug. I went to kiss him on the cheek as I broke the hug, but somehow it ended up being more lips than cheek (I actually think he turned into it actually, the naughty guy!!). It was only for a second or so, and I apologised when I pulled away, saying, “how inappropriate of me”. But we laughed it off, and as I was about to get out of his car I jokingly said to him, “so how short does my skirt have to be tomorrow to get another lift home?”. I wasn’t really expecting a response really, it was a rhetorical joke really, but he quickly retorted “don’t know, you’ll have to wear something short and hope, won’t you?!”
We both laughed and we parted ways and I went inside and he left.
It was still snowing the next day, but I got to work okay on public transport, wearing jeans and my pink wellies and carrying my work attire and shoes in a bag. Just in case, I also threw in a much shorter skirt... you have to be prepared for when opportunities to be a bit naughty and overly flirty may come about, especially based on the conversation from the evening before.
As the day came to a close and most people started petering out of the office – I get in later than most on our flexi-time scheme, so I’m often one of the last to leave. And there was only three of us left, and as one guy popped out of the office for a few minutes, the guy who gave me a lift the day before asked if I wanted a lift home again. Usually with several people in the office my answer would have been a bit tamer, but as we were alone in the main office, I joked that I’d love one, but I didn’t think my skirt was quite short enough today! My skirt was only just above the knee on this occasion. “Probably not, but I’ll let you off just this once!”
About 15 or 20 minutes later when we were fast approaching the kind of time of the day where we were both just about ready to think about leaving, I went to the bathrooms with my bag and put on the shorter skirt that I’d brought with me. It was several inches shorter than my other skirt, stopping mid-thigh, showing lots of stocking clad legs. I came back to the office, and he didn’t even notice at first, but as we were just grabbing our coats to leave, it suddenly struck him. “Have you got changed?” he asked. “Yeah, well I didn’t want to disappoint and miss out on a ride home!” I responded with a cheeky smile.
Nothing’s happened with this whole situation if you were wondering. It was just a bit of a laugh, and is a bit of a private flirty joke between us. Sometimes now when I wear something short, he jokes about me trying to get a lift home. But he’s married and I wouldn’t come on to him in any serious way, it’s just my way of letting him know that I don’t mind him looking! Lol.
That’s all for now, I’m furiously working on my December entry, which is set to be a really good one. So that will hopefully be posted in a matter of days, which will allow me to write up my January one, and be all up to date and I can start making this blog entry a regular and current occurrence. But please bear with me, as I am quite busy with various things at the moment.
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Friday, 28 January 2011
The Naughty Diaries 2010 - October
The Naughty Diaries 2010 - October
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This is the fourth part of a bit of a catch-up of the past 6 months, as I haven’t posted anything for ages. Starting from this month, a new monthly blog entry will be posted (probably in the first week or so of the following month), tentatively titled “The Naughty Diaries”, although I’ll change it if I think of a better name, which will either be a blog entry about a particular event during that month, or a summary of my month. This shouldn’t effect there being other random blogs throughout the months as well, this idea is just to encourage me to post at least once a month.
Six blogs will be posted in January to trial this idea, one each for the July-December 2010 months, before it’s officially launched on a more current basis for January 2011 onwards.
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“Mailman Delight, and the Work Conference”
For those of you that know, my birthday’s in October. For those of you that don’t – did you know that it’s my birthday in October?! lol
So this past October, I turned the ripe old age of 28, (everybody all together... Happy Birthday to MEEE, Happy Birthday to MEEE... lol).
And of course, birthdays mean presents. And of course presents, when you live miles away from many family members who may want to give you presents, means that our Mailman is a busy bee delivering parcels to me from all the people who love me soooo much!
(Note – in the UK we obviously use the term “postman” rather than “mailman”, but I thought that the term mailman may be a more internationally recognised phrase, which is why I will call our Postman the Mailman for the purposes of this blog entry.)
We’ve had a new mailman on our route for the past few months – our mail used to come pretty late, around lunch-time most days, but they must have changed the route or something when they put somebody new on, so everything’s delivered in a different order, and we now get it much earlier in the day, around 7a.m., which is obviously a good thing for us, as there’s usually somebody at home at that time, so we not only get our mail before we go to work, but we are at home to take in parcels, rather than suffering the inconvenience of collecting them from the sorting office at the weekend.
And whilst I’m sure the added convenience to us is the most important thing, the mailman gets his perks from it to.
You see, when I’m getting ready in the morning, J prefers that the last thing I do is actually get dressed, so for the most part, between the time I get up, and about 10 minutes before I leave the house, I’m usually in some sort of state of undress, maybe naked, maybe in just my lingerie, maybe seemingly ready to go out, with full make-up, jewellery and accessories, if it wasn’t for my lack of skirt and top. So when there’s a knock on the door at 7.30am at my house, the chances are you’re going to find a site a lot more appealing than an unkempt girl in an unflattering fluffy robe! ;-p
So the mailman certainly caught a few eyefuls of me wearing very little as I scurried to answer the door in the run-up to my birthday. Because let’s be honest, you know me a little bit by now, do you really think I go out of my way to cover myself up?! Lol
Frankly, the best I really did to cover myself up was to not open the door all the way! But even that doesn't really work when you have to take a parcel off him and sometimes even sign the form on his clipboard. He saw stockings, he saw bra, he saw my ass covered in nothing but a thong!
I think the best two examples was when I answered the door and stuck my head around, I was topless, only wearing stockings, thong, and heels. He gave me the parcel and told me I had to sign for it - still about 70% behind the door, I reached my one hand round the door to take the parcel, doing my best to stay behind the door, but I had to step out a little bit, so I had my other hand across my breasts so he wouldn't see too much – I have to pretend to be demure at least! After I took the parcel I had to step out from behind the door a little more to sign the sheet, so I just held the parcel to my chest (it was a padded envelope probably a little smaller than A3 size) to cover up. I was probably only a quarter hidden behind the door at this point. I took his clipboard, signed the form, gave it back to him with a smile and a big thank you, and closed the door with him standing there, eyes wide and mouth slightly open! lol.
The other good example was another parcel that had to be signed for, but this one was a fairly big box. Luckily I was a little more dressed this time, as I had on stockings, bra, thong, and heels, as well as a white shirt with just one button done up on the front, and it only came down to just about cover the bottom of my ass. I obviously had to open the door a fair bit wider to take the box off him and get it through the door. So the door was wide open as I took the box, turned around and put it down a couple of feet behind me. Bending at the waist of course (don't worry, it wasn't a heavy box, so don't call the health and safety police on me!! lol), so the shirt rode up really high and revealed my thong covered ass to him. I then had to walk back to the door, and sign his piece of paper. God knows what I would have done if I'd been wearing the previous outfit (or lack of) when this parcel came. He really would have got a show then. Or maybe I'd have had to have asked him to bring it in while I hid behind the door or something!
Anyway, ever since that the mailman seems to be knocking on the door a good few mornings each week to hand over the mail in person, even if it's just a solitary letter that could easily be posted through the letterbox. It reminds me of that scene in Charlie’s Angels where Cameron Diaz always answers the door to the mailman in her underwear and then says something like "you know you can just shove it in my slot!" or something like that! lol.
But I'm sure he's just a conscientious worker, and doesn't have any ulterior motives! lol
I also had a work conference in October. A 2 day getaway at a posh hotel for all the finance workers in the business - about 50/60 or so based at 5 locations around the country. Got to finally see a lot of the people I spend all day at work flirting with on the phone! lol. I really am known as a bit of a flirty phone floozy at work! So that was fun.
I obviously did try and dress a little fun and sexy, as I always do when I get the opportuinity, especially when meeting new people. A line of some sorts has to be drawn in certain circumstances though, as usually I do go a little extra slutty when I'm away from home and away from the normal four walls of home or office, but obviously, this was work, it was during the day so I was even getting paid to be there. Plus the day dress-code was smart-casual. The worst possible dress-code ever - what exactly is smart casual, nobody knows!! lol
But my daytime "smart-casual" outfit was an off-the-shoulder casual red top, it's not what you'd call low-cut, but although it's tight enough to be quite form fitting, it's equally loose enough at the neckline to see right down the front when bending down etc. A black skirt that was form fitting again, quite long for me at just past the knee, but with one hell of a split up the front of the right leg that goes right to the top of my thigh. I wanted to make a sexy first impression to some of the work colleagues I hadn't met in person, so I decided to wear a pair of black striped fishnet stockings - just black fishnets with almost seam-like black lines going down them all the way around. The split in my skirt came to just below the welt of the stocking when standing, so I revealed a bit of stocking top when sitting. Underneath all that I had on some very sexy lingerie, it was an item I call my slutty secretary lingerie, which J particular loves. It's cupless, so doesn't cover my breasts at all, it has a black with white pinstripe bodice that is almost corset-like, which leads into a thong style bottom half. It also has suspender/garter straps to attach to the stockings (although they're not massively helpful to be completely honest when worn with proper stockings - but my stockings were hold-ups, so it worked fine connecting it to them, as they only needed a slight bit of help to stay up, which is all they got!!).
Finished off with a pair of black 4" heel slingback shoes.
I really do wonder sometimes why I even bother wearing some of the underwear I have. I mean, seriously, it didn't really cover anything that traditional underwear is designed to cover. But, I do like the slutty underwear, which was especially great with the top I had on, as you could see the bra straps because the top was off-the-shoulder. But then you look at my chest and you think "those boobs are clearly quite free under there". There's definitely a bit of bounce that bra's traditionally don't allow, and some of the air-con's in that hotel gave a couple of extra ‘pointers’ that I may have been braless, if you know what I mean! Lol. So I just find it amusing watching people's brains tick away trying to work out why it kind of seems like I'm not wearing a bra, but they can see bra straps, so I must be. Men can get very confused very easily! lol
So I had fun with that all day.
The evening meal, with fake-casino and drinks etc was a smart but not too smart occasion. Like trousers and shirt but no tie kind of dress-code for men. What that means for women is anybody's guess though - you guys really have it easy with dress-codes!
So for the "smart" evening, I wore a "little black dress". Nothing too smart, it was even quite high necked for me, but was very short that more than made up for it. Black stockings with a black suspender belt, and black 5" heels. I actually didn't wear anything else underneath it - I was trying to pack light when I packed the previous evening, so my choice was my hair straighteners or a second set of underwear - I stand by my choice! lol
It was a fun time though, as the evening progressed everybody became fairly drunk (including myself), despite the warnings we’d been given prior to the day that we should be on our best behaviour as we were representing the company, and when the hotel closed the bar a little after 11pm, a large group of us all headed over to a bar across the road, where we stayed until gone 3am. We danced a bit, and even had a mess around on the stripper-like pole that was in the bar for some reason. I have to say that I did very well in my drunk and under-dressed state to be quite elegant in my little foray with the pole, and not flash the whole world everything I had to offer! Not saying I didn’t flash ANYTHING, I’m just saying I didn’t flash EVERYTHING! ;-p
Then about 5 or 6 of us went back to one of the rooms and drank and chatted a bit more, with what ends up when you’re this drunk as very thinly veiled flirting and sexual innuendo, until we finally all found our way back to our rooms at close to 5am. I’ll be honest with you, I had 2 very concrete offers to not go back to my own room that night. But I politely declined both offers.
It’s my own fault I get propositioned really. I’m too much of a floozy! Lol. When on a night out like this, I don’t really mind friends or colleagues getting a bit of a grope or a feel, and sometimes there’s even a bit of sexy grinding going on whilst dancing – especially if I feel an impressive bulge pushing toward me. Get me drunk enough, or get me under some mistletoe at Christmas and a bit of a full-on kiss isn’t always out of the question either.
But anyway, after hitting the sack at gone 5am, it was up at 8 for breakfast, out of the hotel for a little after 9, and back into the office for 10.30 for a hard days work! lol. A lot of tired (or hungover) little faces in the office that day. Some of the bosses "worked from home", but the rest of us don't have that luxury! lol
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This is the fourth part of a bit of a catch-up of the past 6 months, as I haven’t posted anything for ages. Starting from this month, a new monthly blog entry will be posted (probably in the first week or so of the following month), tentatively titled “The Naughty Diaries”, although I’ll change it if I think of a better name, which will either be a blog entry about a particular event during that month, or a summary of my month. This shouldn’t effect there being other random blogs throughout the months as well, this idea is just to encourage me to post at least once a month.
Six blogs will be posted in January to trial this idea, one each for the July-December 2010 months, before it’s officially launched on a more current basis for January 2011 onwards.
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“Mailman Delight, and the Work Conference”
For those of you that know, my birthday’s in October. For those of you that don’t – did you know that it’s my birthday in October?! lol
So this past October, I turned the ripe old age of 28, (everybody all together... Happy Birthday to MEEE, Happy Birthday to MEEE... lol).
And of course, birthdays mean presents. And of course presents, when you live miles away from many family members who may want to give you presents, means that our Mailman is a busy bee delivering parcels to me from all the people who love me soooo much!
(Note – in the UK we obviously use the term “postman” rather than “mailman”, but I thought that the term mailman may be a more internationally recognised phrase, which is why I will call our Postman the Mailman for the purposes of this blog entry.)
We’ve had a new mailman on our route for the past few months – our mail used to come pretty late, around lunch-time most days, but they must have changed the route or something when they put somebody new on, so everything’s delivered in a different order, and we now get it much earlier in the day, around 7a.m., which is obviously a good thing for us, as there’s usually somebody at home at that time, so we not only get our mail before we go to work, but we are at home to take in parcels, rather than suffering the inconvenience of collecting them from the sorting office at the weekend.
And whilst I’m sure the added convenience to us is the most important thing, the mailman gets his perks from it to.
You see, when I’m getting ready in the morning, J prefers that the last thing I do is actually get dressed, so for the most part, between the time I get up, and about 10 minutes before I leave the house, I’m usually in some sort of state of undress, maybe naked, maybe in just my lingerie, maybe seemingly ready to go out, with full make-up, jewellery and accessories, if it wasn’t for my lack of skirt and top. So when there’s a knock on the door at 7.30am at my house, the chances are you’re going to find a site a lot more appealing than an unkempt girl in an unflattering fluffy robe! ;-p
So the mailman certainly caught a few eyefuls of me wearing very little as I scurried to answer the door in the run-up to my birthday. Because let’s be honest, you know me a little bit by now, do you really think I go out of my way to cover myself up?! Lol
Frankly, the best I really did to cover myself up was to not open the door all the way! But even that doesn't really work when you have to take a parcel off him and sometimes even sign the form on his clipboard. He saw stockings, he saw bra, he saw my ass covered in nothing but a thong!
I think the best two examples was when I answered the door and stuck my head around, I was topless, only wearing stockings, thong, and heels. He gave me the parcel and told me I had to sign for it - still about 70% behind the door, I reached my one hand round the door to take the parcel, doing my best to stay behind the door, but I had to step out a little bit, so I had my other hand across my breasts so he wouldn't see too much – I have to pretend to be demure at least! After I took the parcel I had to step out from behind the door a little more to sign the sheet, so I just held the parcel to my chest (it was a padded envelope probably a little smaller than A3 size) to cover up. I was probably only a quarter hidden behind the door at this point. I took his clipboard, signed the form, gave it back to him with a smile and a big thank you, and closed the door with him standing there, eyes wide and mouth slightly open! lol.
The other good example was another parcel that had to be signed for, but this one was a fairly big box. Luckily I was a little more dressed this time, as I had on stockings, bra, thong, and heels, as well as a white shirt with just one button done up on the front, and it only came down to just about cover the bottom of my ass. I obviously had to open the door a fair bit wider to take the box off him and get it through the door. So the door was wide open as I took the box, turned around and put it down a couple of feet behind me. Bending at the waist of course (don't worry, it wasn't a heavy box, so don't call the health and safety police on me!! lol), so the shirt rode up really high and revealed my thong covered ass to him. I then had to walk back to the door, and sign his piece of paper. God knows what I would have done if I'd been wearing the previous outfit (or lack of) when this parcel came. He really would have got a show then. Or maybe I'd have had to have asked him to bring it in while I hid behind the door or something!
Anyway, ever since that the mailman seems to be knocking on the door a good few mornings each week to hand over the mail in person, even if it's just a solitary letter that could easily be posted through the letterbox. It reminds me of that scene in Charlie’s Angels where Cameron Diaz always answers the door to the mailman in her underwear and then says something like "you know you can just shove it in my slot!" or something like that! lol.
But I'm sure he's just a conscientious worker, and doesn't have any ulterior motives! lol
I also had a work conference in October. A 2 day getaway at a posh hotel for all the finance workers in the business - about 50/60 or so based at 5 locations around the country. Got to finally see a lot of the people I spend all day at work flirting with on the phone! lol. I really am known as a bit of a flirty phone floozy at work! So that was fun.
I obviously did try and dress a little fun and sexy, as I always do when I get the opportuinity, especially when meeting new people. A line of some sorts has to be drawn in certain circumstances though, as usually I do go a little extra slutty when I'm away from home and away from the normal four walls of home or office, but obviously, this was work, it was during the day so I was even getting paid to be there. Plus the day dress-code was smart-casual. The worst possible dress-code ever - what exactly is smart casual, nobody knows!! lol
But my daytime "smart-casual" outfit was an off-the-shoulder casual red top, it's not what you'd call low-cut, but although it's tight enough to be quite form fitting, it's equally loose enough at the neckline to see right down the front when bending down etc. A black skirt that was form fitting again, quite long for me at just past the knee, but with one hell of a split up the front of the right leg that goes right to the top of my thigh. I wanted to make a sexy first impression to some of the work colleagues I hadn't met in person, so I decided to wear a pair of black striped fishnet stockings - just black fishnets with almost seam-like black lines going down them all the way around. The split in my skirt came to just below the welt of the stocking when standing, so I revealed a bit of stocking top when sitting. Underneath all that I had on some very sexy lingerie, it was an item I call my slutty secretary lingerie, which J particular loves. It's cupless, so doesn't cover my breasts at all, it has a black with white pinstripe bodice that is almost corset-like, which leads into a thong style bottom half. It also has suspender/garter straps to attach to the stockings (although they're not massively helpful to be completely honest when worn with proper stockings - but my stockings were hold-ups, so it worked fine connecting it to them, as they only needed a slight bit of help to stay up, which is all they got!!).
Finished off with a pair of black 4" heel slingback shoes.
I really do wonder sometimes why I even bother wearing some of the underwear I have. I mean, seriously, it didn't really cover anything that traditional underwear is designed to cover. But, I do like the slutty underwear, which was especially great with the top I had on, as you could see the bra straps because the top was off-the-shoulder. But then you look at my chest and you think "those boobs are clearly quite free under there". There's definitely a bit of bounce that bra's traditionally don't allow, and some of the air-con's in that hotel gave a couple of extra ‘pointers’ that I may have been braless, if you know what I mean! Lol. So I just find it amusing watching people's brains tick away trying to work out why it kind of seems like I'm not wearing a bra, but they can see bra straps, so I must be. Men can get very confused very easily! lol
So I had fun with that all day.
The evening meal, with fake-casino and drinks etc was a smart but not too smart occasion. Like trousers and shirt but no tie kind of dress-code for men. What that means for women is anybody's guess though - you guys really have it easy with dress-codes!
So for the "smart" evening, I wore a "little black dress". Nothing too smart, it was even quite high necked for me, but was very short that more than made up for it. Black stockings with a black suspender belt, and black 5" heels. I actually didn't wear anything else underneath it - I was trying to pack light when I packed the previous evening, so my choice was my hair straighteners or a second set of underwear - I stand by my choice! lol
It was a fun time though, as the evening progressed everybody became fairly drunk (including myself), despite the warnings we’d been given prior to the day that we should be on our best behaviour as we were representing the company, and when the hotel closed the bar a little after 11pm, a large group of us all headed over to a bar across the road, where we stayed until gone 3am. We danced a bit, and even had a mess around on the stripper-like pole that was in the bar for some reason. I have to say that I did very well in my drunk and under-dressed state to be quite elegant in my little foray with the pole, and not flash the whole world everything I had to offer! Not saying I didn’t flash ANYTHING, I’m just saying I didn’t flash EVERYTHING! ;-p
Then about 5 or 6 of us went back to one of the rooms and drank and chatted a bit more, with what ends up when you’re this drunk as very thinly veiled flirting and sexual innuendo, until we finally all found our way back to our rooms at close to 5am. I’ll be honest with you, I had 2 very concrete offers to not go back to my own room that night. But I politely declined both offers.
It’s my own fault I get propositioned really. I’m too much of a floozy! Lol. When on a night out like this, I don’t really mind friends or colleagues getting a bit of a grope or a feel, and sometimes there’s even a bit of sexy grinding going on whilst dancing – especially if I feel an impressive bulge pushing toward me. Get me drunk enough, or get me under some mistletoe at Christmas and a bit of a full-on kiss isn’t always out of the question either.
But anyway, after hitting the sack at gone 5am, it was up at 8 for breakfast, out of the hotel for a little after 9, and back into the office for 10.30 for a hard days work! lol. A lot of tired (or hungover) little faces in the office that day. Some of the bosses "worked from home", but the rest of us don't have that luxury! lol
Thursday, 27 January 2011
The Naughty Diaries 2010 - September (adult content)
The Naughty Diaries 2010 - September
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This is the third part of a bit of a catch-up of the past 6 months, as I haven’t posted anything for ages. Starting from this month, a new monthly blog entry will be posted (probably in the first week or so of the following month), tentatively titled “The Naughty Diaries”, although I’ll change it if I think of a better name, which will either be a blog entry about a particular event during that month, or a summary of my month. This shouldn’t effect there being other random blogs throughout the months as well, this idea is just to encourage me to post at least once a month.
Six blogs will be posted in January to trial this idea, one each for the July-December 2010 months, before it’s officially launched on a more current basis for January 2011 onwards.
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“The full circle of Brotherly Love”
Going way back, probably 18+ months ago, you may remember my blog called "brotherly love" which described a little adventure I had with J's brother - the blow job in the kitchen when I was pretending I thought he was J.
Well his brother, “S”, actually felt quite guilty over that incident for a while after, so eventually J had to let him in on the big secret of our relationship – ie the D/s aspect – and also that the incident he felt guilty about was a challenge, and a set-up, so he shouldn’t worry about it.
We generally get by with the majority of world being blissfully unaware of the finer workings of our relationship, even many of those who we’d consider to be closest to us. And J and his brother haven't always been that close in the past and have lived a fair distance apart at various points of their lives and have been part of the kind of family that just saw each other a few times a year etc, which partly explains why he didn't know of that aspect of J's lifestyle previously, not just with me, but with previous partners. Also the fact that J was married in a mainly non D/s relationship for a big chunk of his life also helped him get away with S thinking he was a pretty normal guy. They’ve become much closer in the past few years as they’ve ended up living about 30 minutes from each other after S got divorced – J was divorced several years previously – and they both suddenly found themselves living the middle aged bachelor lifestyle not too far from each other. So they seemingly rediscovered the bond that they once had and became as thick as thieves like they had been in their teens. There’s only a little over a year age gap between them, so as teens they were very close, it was just in adult life that they drifted apart.
But anyway, after being let in on the “big secret”, S seemed quite intrigued by the workings of the relationship and often quizzed J about it when they got together and when I wasn’t around, and like I said, they’d reformed the close relationship that they’d lost, so did regularly get together for drinks, to watch football, play some cards, or whatever the case may be. He never spoke directly to me about it, but J certainly didn’t hide our relationship in front of him. This led J into treating me as if we were alone whenever S was there, including wearing the clothes, or lack of clothes, around the house that J gets me to wear when we’re alone, and even being nude, gagged, and tied to the dining room table whilst they were in the other room watching the football on TV, both occasionally walking in and passing me to get beers from the fridge etc. Although that was actually a punishment for me being disrespectful and disobedient earlier that week, which isn’t a story for right now.
We never discussed it directly, but I kind of knew J wanted to involve his brother in some of our new experimenting activities, but was unsure exactly how to broach the subject. Secretly I really wanted it to, I felt really comfortable with S – his similarities to J in many ways wasn’t lost on me.
But all this led to our birthday gift to him back in September being, well, to put it simply... me!
He had a posh dinner function to go to, and no date as the friend he was going with cancelled, so the gift was, I'd go to the function with him, but not only that, from the time I arrived at his house that evening, to the middle of the afternoon of the following day, I was his to do with as he pleased. It was J’s idea, he told me of the plan the day before we revealed it to S, which was the day before his birthday, and a few days before his function.
We used his spare key to go into his house, and we put a big empty bottomless cardboard box covered in wrapping paper in his living room. I stripped to a slutty lingerie set with a big novelty gift bow pinned to the bra, and climbed into the box via the open bottom and knelt down. S was due home very soon and J called him to tell him not to open the big gift box in his living room until he got there, and left, to return shortly after S arrived home.
After about 10 minutes, S arrived home, he inspected the box closely, but true to his promise, made no attempt to open it. It was at least 15 minutes later that J arrived, and after several minutes of chat, so I’d been in the box for over half an hour, he told S he could open his present. He ripped the paper from the top and opened up the box, as he did, I stood up, revealing myself as the gift, much to the shock and amazement of S. I had a note in my mouth, and after a small prompt from J, S took the note and read it.
It wished him a happy birthday, and informed him that his gift was that I was completely his from 4pm that Saturday afternoon when J would drop me off at his house, to 3pm on the Sunday afternoon when J would come to collect me.
It was an incredibly horny concept, as slutty as it makes me come across, for the 3 days notice I had about it, I'd gotten really into the idea and was ready and willing to really get lost in the moment and go with it. S wasn’t quite as comfortable with the situation though, unfortunately. I arrived at his house, I was overly provocative, flirty, and touchy-feely as I got ready for the evening out, and once my hair was done and my make-up applied, I walked into his room naked and perched on the edge of his bed. I’d brought a selection of outfits and I was waiting for him to choose one for me. I really had to coax him into doing so and he wouldn’t even let me model the outfits for him to help him choose, but finally he chose a simple black underwear set, black stockings, and probably the least slutty black dress I’d brought, a long elegant number with only a touch of cleavage on show, and just a reasonable thigh-high split.
We headed off to the gala dinner, and in the taxi ride to the venue I was doing my best to flirt, and giving my best “come to bed eyes” look, while rubbing his leg and giving him every trick in my book to get some sexual attention from him. But by the time we arrived, he’d completely chickened out, and introduced me as his brothers partner, and just a friend, so there was no slutty behaviour at the dinner or afterwards, as after that it would have looked completely inappropriate. He really ruined my fun to be honest, I was looking forward to teasing him up into a frenzy until he couldn’t take any more and would rip my dress off and take me roughly. He was very uncomfortable with the situation all evening, and we ended up making the best of a friendly night out, getting to know each other better with general chit-chat.
But the following day after a night of sleep alone in his guest bedroom, and a very late morning wake-up after the late night, I did manage to convince him - well I practically begged him actually - to at least let me finish the blow job I'd started so many months earlier. I don’t remember the last time I had to work so hard to convince a guy to let me suck his cock – actually, I can, it was NEVER. I gave him my big sad eyes, and told him how disappointed J would be that he hadn’t liked his special birthday present that we’d arranged for him. You could almost see the little angel and devil sitting on his shoulders, arguing, but eventually the devil just about won, and he agreed, letting me sink to my knees in front of him, wearing only a very sexy, see through red negligee. He was already incredibly hard, his body certainly wanted this, even if his brain had been fighting the urge. He loosened up quite a bit, really getting into it, before cumming hard in my mouth and over my face after about 5 minutes. And I can't help but feel if I'd started out the night before with that, the whole night could have been completely different, as he got used to the idea that it wasn't such a wrong thing to be doing, we were all consenting adults, and nothing was that unnatural.
Nothing else really happened for the last couple of hours we had left that day, as we both just got ready for me to head home. But he was certainly less uncomfortable with things, as he watched me intently as I walked around barely dressed (instead of doing anything but look at me), and I made up any minor excuse to have to touch him, or lean over him, or just be in close proximity to him. I may have imagined it, but I’m fairly sure he ran his hand over my ass a couple of times too, although it was very subtle. And he even returned my lingering kiss when we said goodbye, and this time there was nothing subtle about his hand on my ass!
It was a disappointing experience compared to what it could have been, but I knew at that point, and discussed with J on the car journey home, that it was a stepping stone to something better, and some walls had definitely been broken down by the experience, so we would have to see where it would go in the future.
If you were thinking of asking the question, "has more happened since?", then I will answer it and confirm it's a big YES!
It took quite a few weeks, and lots more build up, and knocking down of walls to get to this point, but it was worth the effort a million times over. People don't have too many "WOW" experiences in their life, but I can honestly say the first time was a big one for me. Imagine having your partner, the person you love completely and find the most desirable person in the world, then taking a practical carbon copy of them (as J and his brother are so similar), and getting them both at the same time in an ultimate three-some. I mean, WOW, it certainly did it for me, straight to the top of the list of my best sexual experiences ever!
Thankfully it wasn’t a one off, and J has pretty much given S a “free pass” with me since then as well. Anytime, anywhere, all he has to do is give me the word and I’m there; ready, willing, and able! Nobody else has that luxury with me (except J of course), and nobody else probably ever will.
Keep those eyes peeled folks – three more posts to come before January is through! And as always, please e-mail me with feedback, comments, or just to chat. Blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk. I'm also taking suggestions for a better name for this ongoing series of blogs if anybody has one. :-)
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This is the third part of a bit of a catch-up of the past 6 months, as I haven’t posted anything for ages. Starting from this month, a new monthly blog entry will be posted (probably in the first week or so of the following month), tentatively titled “The Naughty Diaries”, although I’ll change it if I think of a better name, which will either be a blog entry about a particular event during that month, or a summary of my month. This shouldn’t effect there being other random blogs throughout the months as well, this idea is just to encourage me to post at least once a month.
Six blogs will be posted in January to trial this idea, one each for the July-December 2010 months, before it’s officially launched on a more current basis for January 2011 onwards.
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“The full circle of Brotherly Love”
Going way back, probably 18+ months ago, you may remember my blog called "brotherly love" which described a little adventure I had with J's brother - the blow job in the kitchen when I was pretending I thought he was J.
Well his brother, “S”, actually felt quite guilty over that incident for a while after, so eventually J had to let him in on the big secret of our relationship – ie the D/s aspect – and also that the incident he felt guilty about was a challenge, and a set-up, so he shouldn’t worry about it.
We generally get by with the majority of world being blissfully unaware of the finer workings of our relationship, even many of those who we’d consider to be closest to us. And J and his brother haven't always been that close in the past and have lived a fair distance apart at various points of their lives and have been part of the kind of family that just saw each other a few times a year etc, which partly explains why he didn't know of that aspect of J's lifestyle previously, not just with me, but with previous partners. Also the fact that J was married in a mainly non D/s relationship for a big chunk of his life also helped him get away with S thinking he was a pretty normal guy. They’ve become much closer in the past few years as they’ve ended up living about 30 minutes from each other after S got divorced – J was divorced several years previously – and they both suddenly found themselves living the middle aged bachelor lifestyle not too far from each other. So they seemingly rediscovered the bond that they once had and became as thick as thieves like they had been in their teens. There’s only a little over a year age gap between them, so as teens they were very close, it was just in adult life that they drifted apart.
But anyway, after being let in on the “big secret”, S seemed quite intrigued by the workings of the relationship and often quizzed J about it when they got together and when I wasn’t around, and like I said, they’d reformed the close relationship that they’d lost, so did regularly get together for drinks, to watch football, play some cards, or whatever the case may be. He never spoke directly to me about it, but J certainly didn’t hide our relationship in front of him. This led J into treating me as if we were alone whenever S was there, including wearing the clothes, or lack of clothes, around the house that J gets me to wear when we’re alone, and even being nude, gagged, and tied to the dining room table whilst they were in the other room watching the football on TV, both occasionally walking in and passing me to get beers from the fridge etc. Although that was actually a punishment for me being disrespectful and disobedient earlier that week, which isn’t a story for right now.
We never discussed it directly, but I kind of knew J wanted to involve his brother in some of our new experimenting activities, but was unsure exactly how to broach the subject. Secretly I really wanted it to, I felt really comfortable with S – his similarities to J in many ways wasn’t lost on me.
But all this led to our birthday gift to him back in September being, well, to put it simply... me!
He had a posh dinner function to go to, and no date as the friend he was going with cancelled, so the gift was, I'd go to the function with him, but not only that, from the time I arrived at his house that evening, to the middle of the afternoon of the following day, I was his to do with as he pleased. It was J’s idea, he told me of the plan the day before we revealed it to S, which was the day before his birthday, and a few days before his function.
We used his spare key to go into his house, and we put a big empty bottomless cardboard box covered in wrapping paper in his living room. I stripped to a slutty lingerie set with a big novelty gift bow pinned to the bra, and climbed into the box via the open bottom and knelt down. S was due home very soon and J called him to tell him not to open the big gift box in his living room until he got there, and left, to return shortly after S arrived home.
After about 10 minutes, S arrived home, he inspected the box closely, but true to his promise, made no attempt to open it. It was at least 15 minutes later that J arrived, and after several minutes of chat, so I’d been in the box for over half an hour, he told S he could open his present. He ripped the paper from the top and opened up the box, as he did, I stood up, revealing myself as the gift, much to the shock and amazement of S. I had a note in my mouth, and after a small prompt from J, S took the note and read it.
It wished him a happy birthday, and informed him that his gift was that I was completely his from 4pm that Saturday afternoon when J would drop me off at his house, to 3pm on the Sunday afternoon when J would come to collect me.
It was an incredibly horny concept, as slutty as it makes me come across, for the 3 days notice I had about it, I'd gotten really into the idea and was ready and willing to really get lost in the moment and go with it. S wasn’t quite as comfortable with the situation though, unfortunately. I arrived at his house, I was overly provocative, flirty, and touchy-feely as I got ready for the evening out, and once my hair was done and my make-up applied, I walked into his room naked and perched on the edge of his bed. I’d brought a selection of outfits and I was waiting for him to choose one for me. I really had to coax him into doing so and he wouldn’t even let me model the outfits for him to help him choose, but finally he chose a simple black underwear set, black stockings, and probably the least slutty black dress I’d brought, a long elegant number with only a touch of cleavage on show, and just a reasonable thigh-high split.
We headed off to the gala dinner, and in the taxi ride to the venue I was doing my best to flirt, and giving my best “come to bed eyes” look, while rubbing his leg and giving him every trick in my book to get some sexual attention from him. But by the time we arrived, he’d completely chickened out, and introduced me as his brothers partner, and just a friend, so there was no slutty behaviour at the dinner or afterwards, as after that it would have looked completely inappropriate. He really ruined my fun to be honest, I was looking forward to teasing him up into a frenzy until he couldn’t take any more and would rip my dress off and take me roughly. He was very uncomfortable with the situation all evening, and we ended up making the best of a friendly night out, getting to know each other better with general chit-chat.
But the following day after a night of sleep alone in his guest bedroom, and a very late morning wake-up after the late night, I did manage to convince him - well I practically begged him actually - to at least let me finish the blow job I'd started so many months earlier. I don’t remember the last time I had to work so hard to convince a guy to let me suck his cock – actually, I can, it was NEVER. I gave him my big sad eyes, and told him how disappointed J would be that he hadn’t liked his special birthday present that we’d arranged for him. You could almost see the little angel and devil sitting on his shoulders, arguing, but eventually the devil just about won, and he agreed, letting me sink to my knees in front of him, wearing only a very sexy, see through red negligee. He was already incredibly hard, his body certainly wanted this, even if his brain had been fighting the urge. He loosened up quite a bit, really getting into it, before cumming hard in my mouth and over my face after about 5 minutes. And I can't help but feel if I'd started out the night before with that, the whole night could have been completely different, as he got used to the idea that it wasn't such a wrong thing to be doing, we were all consenting adults, and nothing was that unnatural.
Nothing else really happened for the last couple of hours we had left that day, as we both just got ready for me to head home. But he was certainly less uncomfortable with things, as he watched me intently as I walked around barely dressed (instead of doing anything but look at me), and I made up any minor excuse to have to touch him, or lean over him, or just be in close proximity to him. I may have imagined it, but I’m fairly sure he ran his hand over my ass a couple of times too, although it was very subtle. And he even returned my lingering kiss when we said goodbye, and this time there was nothing subtle about his hand on my ass!
It was a disappointing experience compared to what it could have been, but I knew at that point, and discussed with J on the car journey home, that it was a stepping stone to something better, and some walls had definitely been broken down by the experience, so we would have to see where it would go in the future.
If you were thinking of asking the question, "has more happened since?", then I will answer it and confirm it's a big YES!
It took quite a few weeks, and lots more build up, and knocking down of walls to get to this point, but it was worth the effort a million times over. People don't have too many "WOW" experiences in their life, but I can honestly say the first time was a big one for me. Imagine having your partner, the person you love completely and find the most desirable person in the world, then taking a practical carbon copy of them (as J and his brother are so similar), and getting them both at the same time in an ultimate three-some. I mean, WOW, it certainly did it for me, straight to the top of the list of my best sexual experiences ever!
Thankfully it wasn’t a one off, and J has pretty much given S a “free pass” with me since then as well. Anytime, anywhere, all he has to do is give me the word and I’m there; ready, willing, and able! Nobody else has that luxury with me (except J of course), and nobody else probably ever will.
Keep those eyes peeled folks – three more posts to come before January is through! And as always, please e-mail me with feedback, comments, or just to chat. Blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk. I'm also taking suggestions for a better name for this ongoing series of blogs if anybody has one. :-)
Tuesday, 25 January 2011
The Naughty Diaries 2010 - August
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This is the second part of a bit of a catch-up of the past 6 months, as I haven’t posted anything for ages. Starting from this month, a new monthly blog entry will be posted (probably in the first week or so of the following month), tentatively titled “The Naughty Diaries”, although I’ll change it if I think of a better name, which will either be a blog entry about a particular event during that month, or a summary of my month. This shouldn’t effect there being other random blogs throughout the months as well, this idea is just to encourage me to post at least once a month.
Six blogs will be posted in January to trial this idea, one each for the July-December 2010 months, before it’s officially launched on a more current basis for January 2011 onwards.
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"The line in the sand has been crossed"
So I left you in July with the office temp story, which kind of crossed through the end of June, all of July and the start of August, and as the July blog got a bit long, I thought I’d drag the story over into the August installment.
So after I finally got the upper hand in the very high-brow game of guess the colour of my underwear, with the office temp, I had to go home and tell J all about it. He liked the story, it is quite a sexy story after all, but there was something that he wasn’t totally pleased with. I removed my panties and gave them to another man, without his implicit permission. If I’d asked him, he would have said yes, I know he would have, but I can’t get complacent about things like that, I HAVE to ask permission, even when I know what the answer will be.
My punishment must fit the crime, and if I’m so eager to get my panties off, then my punishment was that I wasn’t allowed to wear any until further notice, with skirts that lets everybody who wants to know about my panties, know that I wasn’t wearing them.
So the next day I wore the outfit J had picked out for me – being summer-time, it isn’t particularly a strange outfit for the time of year. A smart black work mini-dress, with a white top underneath, no underwear, with my extra slutty leopard print 5” high heels.
As I walked up the stairs to our office at one point that afternoon – they are an enclosed narrow corridor of stairs with a door at both the top and the bottom – the office temp was behind me. I knew there’d be a good chance he’d be able to see right up my dress from his position 3 or 4 steps behind me. In fact, I knew how short this dress is, I’ve worn it many times before, so I didn’t think there’d be a chance that he might be able to see up the dress, I knew for a fact he’d get a very good look up my dress and get a good eye-ful of everything. Instinctively I went to reach my hand behind me to hold the skirt down, but I stopped myself just in time. I’m not allowed to do that, it is a behavioural trait that J has instilled into me, I’m not supposed to adjust my clothes to cover myself up, whether it be holding my skirt down whilst walking up stairs, pulling my skirt down when it rides up whilst sitting, obscuring somebody’s view down my top, etc etc. But it’s strange that no matter how many times I’ve been told, or how long I’ve been doing it for, the instinct to protect my modesty is still there, and I often have to fight it to live by the rules that J has set, the rules that I’ve agreed to.
I knew he’d get a good look, in fact it turned me on incredibly knowing that he would, knowing that he wouldn’t have to guess what colour my underwear was today, he’d know for sure I wasn’t wearing any at all. He probably already suspected, he’d been trying to get a look up my skirt all day, as he does every day, as part of our “game” to try and guess my underwear colour. I’d probably let him see many times, whether consciously or subconsciously.
But what I wasn’t expecting was what came next, about three quarters of the way up the stairs. He reached his hand out, under my dress, and touched me. I jumped slightly as he touched me with his fingers, but at the same time I froze, legs slightly apart as I had one foot on one step, and the other on the step above. He ran his fingers up between my legs, across my pussy lips and up to my clitoris. I let out an audible gasp that was part pleasure, part shock. I was already wet, I’d been horny from walking around in my little dress without underwear on all day, being a tease, enjoying people’s leers. So his finger, and then two, slipped inside me easily. Another quiet but audible gasp and “ohhhh” sound escaped my mouth. I just stood still, eyes partly closed, one hand on the wall and one hand on the rail to steady myself, for about 10 seconds in reality, but what felt more like 10 minutes, as he finger fucked me on the stairs, just metres from the door to the office. Then we heard the door at the top of the stairs being opened, he quickly removed his hand, and we carried on up the stairs as if nothing had happened.
We barely spoke for the remainder of the afternoon, with the exception of a few very short e-mails. “NONE. Although I’m sure that’s cheating!” his message said. “Lucky Guess ;-p” I replied. This was a Friday, so we had two days away from each other after this, and the following week was to be the temp’s last week with the company.
Again, when telling J about this, he was fine with it, except for the fact that he “owns” my body, and to let somebody else use it so blatantly without his permission was once again a punishable offence.
Digressing slightly for a second – I'm sure previous blogs have hinted that our relationship has always had the possibility of more "open-ness", but other than a few drunken indiscretions on my part, I’ve always shown a reluctance to actually walk too far down the path of sharing our relationship with others, and because of this, even though we’ve been together for the best part of 5 years now, J has never really pushed me too far down this path; nothing beyond friendly exhibitionism really anyway. I think our schedules in the past two years have also caused us to not push this aspect too hard, as it requires a lot of time and effort from both of us, and we’ve both been incredibly busy with work – I actually have been working a couple of bar work shifts a week on top of my standard 9-5 full-time job for the past year or so – and I’ve been incredibly busy with studying on top of that as well. So all that has had a slightly negative impact on our lives and relationship, and caused us to neglect each other more than we should, especially neglecting our D/s efforts, which in turn made us to develop into more of a ‘vanilla’ couple.
So upon a fairly lengthy discussion, J told me that maybe now I was more than ready to take some significant steps forward in this area, and in turn put a greater emphasis on the D/s element of our relationship, to give it a bit more va-va-voom, so to speak. He also proposed an idea, to test some progression of this area, but tying it in to my owed punishment from my work transgression. His proposal was that during the course of the next month he’d arrange several opportunities for me to be shared. The punishment aspect was that usually I’d have some say in it and I could make the choice to opt out if I wasn’t comfortable; this time I wouldn’t be allowed to do that, I had to go with it and trust him regardless, and then once the month was over, we’d discuss it thoroughly and decide where to go with it all.
I agreed to the proposition/punishment.
I’m sure you all want full detail of this, but I don’t want to make this blog too long, so I’m going to give you the short version. If I get enough e-mails screaming “tell us more detail”, I’ll re-write this bit in another blog for you all! ;-p
It all really started that weekend, although in a very low-key way, as J had some of the guys over, and I just hung around with them wearing a flimsy little summer dress. During the afternoon/evening, when I was with J in the kitchen/dining room, which is next to the living room, J just bent me over the table, hiked my dress up and fucked me from behind for about 10 minutes. He told me not to try and be quiet. I wasn’t, and I’m sure there were peering eyes at the door as they overheard the commotion and came to look. I felt like such a slut joining them back in the lounge straight after, sitting on the couch between a few of them, pretending nothing had happened, but seeing their knowing glares at me.
The following week it was back to work, and J and I had discussed if I wanted to test the waters with the office temp, as it was his last week, and we agreed I would, but with certain rules in place. The main one being that I’d explain my relationship situation to him before we did anything else. I asked for his personal e-mail address that Monday morning, saying I had something to send him that I couldn’t send over the work e-mail system. He gave me his e-mail – maybe he thought I was going to send him a naughty picture or something! Lol. I sent him a short paragraph of writing that I’d prepared, just saying that I was in a fully committed relationship, but it wasn’t what many would call a conventional relationship. Outlined that J knew what had happened over the past few weeks, and was okay with it, but making decisions to do anything else with him wasn’t my decision to make. I also attached a text file from J, which I hadn’t seen up to that point. I couldn’t read it until after the office temp had read it and confirmed to me that he’d read it. Once he’d done this, I read it, and I was a bit shocked that it pretty much said that with the exception of full-sex, the office temp was allowed to do whatever he wanted to me during work hours for the rest of the week. J had also prepared a second text file that was just for me that I was to read after this, which said I was to display myself in someway to him at every opportunity for the course of the week.
And so my week began.
It started slowly, with me keeping my end of the instruction from J. I exposed myself at every opportunity, whether it be hiking my skirt up whilst he was behind me on the stairs, or I’d sit provocatively next to him, letting my skirt ride up so my crotch of my panties was visible to him and only him. His desk was toward the back of the office so nobody could see below desktop level from almost everywhere else in the office, but you did have to walk past the desk to get to the printer or copier.
By Wednesday he was rubbing my exposed, panty-less pussy under his desk as we sat going over some work. Later that day we had a frenzied make-out session in the store-room while we explored each other’s bodies with our hands. We only had about a minute before it looked suspicious that we’d been in there too long to just be getting a pad of paper and some highlighter pens, so we left hurriedly and flustered.
On Thursday we went to the canteen for lunch together, but we didn’t actually go to the canteen, we slipped out to the car park to his car, where we got a little hot and heavy in the back seat, that featured me giving him a hand-job, which finished with a quick 30-second blow-job to finish, and he used his fingers to return the favour and bring me to orgasm.
I dressed very sexy for his final day on the Friday, which included seamed black stockings and one of my sexiest black lingerie sets. After a lot of teasing on my behalf that day, the day came to a close and he left about 30 minutes before me, but discreetly waited outside for me. I stripped to just my underwear before I left the building, with just my long button up cardigan covering my modesty. I say long cardigan, but it was shorter than my skirt that day, and still left a bit too much on display. As I left the building and walked out of the car park to his car, parked a minute’s walk down the street. I let my cardigan fall open for the last few metres and sexily entered his car with a huge smile. He drove somewhere discreet a couple of miles away and we made out like teenagers, culminating in us both ending up naked in the back-seat, him getting a proper luxurious blow-job to say a big proper goodbye to him, and he even licked me to a very satisfying orgasm.
Goodbye to this year’s office temp – can’t wait to see who comes next year... anybody want to apply? lol
Over the next few weeks after this, I was displayed provocatively to several of J’s carefully selected friends, which led to what under normal circumstances would be classed as inappropriate touching, and we even had sex in the lounge in front of a few of them, a live sex-show if you want to call it that, and a couple of them joined in and got hand jobs and blow jobs, but no full sex. There were a few more episodes where hands, tongues and lips were used by me and the ‘select’ few friends, but once again, no full sex just yet, we were just doing some low-level experimentation at this stage after all. There were other events to, some of which may be revealed in the future.
The month was up by now, and J and myself sat down to discuss it all. We agreed that we’d enjoyed what was happening, and did want to continue, but we didn’t want it to be an every day or every week thing. We’d treat it as a more special event, pick our moments carefully, pick the other participants very carefully, but we’d continue to explore.
The September installment is coming tomorrow, but in the mean-time, please e-mail me with any feedback, or just to chat, at blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk. I’d also love to hear about your own office temp experiences or stories! :-)
This is the second part of a bit of a catch-up of the past 6 months, as I haven’t posted anything for ages. Starting from this month, a new monthly blog entry will be posted (probably in the first week or so of the following month), tentatively titled “The Naughty Diaries”, although I’ll change it if I think of a better name, which will either be a blog entry about a particular event during that month, or a summary of my month. This shouldn’t effect there being other random blogs throughout the months as well, this idea is just to encourage me to post at least once a month.
Six blogs will be posted in January to trial this idea, one each for the July-December 2010 months, before it’s officially launched on a more current basis for January 2011 onwards.
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"The line in the sand has been crossed"
So I left you in July with the office temp story, which kind of crossed through the end of June, all of July and the start of August, and as the July blog got a bit long, I thought I’d drag the story over into the August installment.
So after I finally got the upper hand in the very high-brow game of guess the colour of my underwear, with the office temp, I had to go home and tell J all about it. He liked the story, it is quite a sexy story after all, but there was something that he wasn’t totally pleased with. I removed my panties and gave them to another man, without his implicit permission. If I’d asked him, he would have said yes, I know he would have, but I can’t get complacent about things like that, I HAVE to ask permission, even when I know what the answer will be.
My punishment must fit the crime, and if I’m so eager to get my panties off, then my punishment was that I wasn’t allowed to wear any until further notice, with skirts that lets everybody who wants to know about my panties, know that I wasn’t wearing them.
So the next day I wore the outfit J had picked out for me – being summer-time, it isn’t particularly a strange outfit for the time of year. A smart black work mini-dress, with a white top underneath, no underwear, with my extra slutty leopard print 5” high heels.
As I walked up the stairs to our office at one point that afternoon – they are an enclosed narrow corridor of stairs with a door at both the top and the bottom – the office temp was behind me. I knew there’d be a good chance he’d be able to see right up my dress from his position 3 or 4 steps behind me. In fact, I knew how short this dress is, I’ve worn it many times before, so I didn’t think there’d be a chance that he might be able to see up the dress, I knew for a fact he’d get a very good look up my dress and get a good eye-ful of everything. Instinctively I went to reach my hand behind me to hold the skirt down, but I stopped myself just in time. I’m not allowed to do that, it is a behavioural trait that J has instilled into me, I’m not supposed to adjust my clothes to cover myself up, whether it be holding my skirt down whilst walking up stairs, pulling my skirt down when it rides up whilst sitting, obscuring somebody’s view down my top, etc etc. But it’s strange that no matter how many times I’ve been told, or how long I’ve been doing it for, the instinct to protect my modesty is still there, and I often have to fight it to live by the rules that J has set, the rules that I’ve agreed to.
I knew he’d get a good look, in fact it turned me on incredibly knowing that he would, knowing that he wouldn’t have to guess what colour my underwear was today, he’d know for sure I wasn’t wearing any at all. He probably already suspected, he’d been trying to get a look up my skirt all day, as he does every day, as part of our “game” to try and guess my underwear colour. I’d probably let him see many times, whether consciously or subconsciously.
But what I wasn’t expecting was what came next, about three quarters of the way up the stairs. He reached his hand out, under my dress, and touched me. I jumped slightly as he touched me with his fingers, but at the same time I froze, legs slightly apart as I had one foot on one step, and the other on the step above. He ran his fingers up between my legs, across my pussy lips and up to my clitoris. I let out an audible gasp that was part pleasure, part shock. I was already wet, I’d been horny from walking around in my little dress without underwear on all day, being a tease, enjoying people’s leers. So his finger, and then two, slipped inside me easily. Another quiet but audible gasp and “ohhhh” sound escaped my mouth. I just stood still, eyes partly closed, one hand on the wall and one hand on the rail to steady myself, for about 10 seconds in reality, but what felt more like 10 minutes, as he finger fucked me on the stairs, just metres from the door to the office. Then we heard the door at the top of the stairs being opened, he quickly removed his hand, and we carried on up the stairs as if nothing had happened.
We barely spoke for the remainder of the afternoon, with the exception of a few very short e-mails. “NONE. Although I’m sure that’s cheating!” his message said. “Lucky Guess ;-p” I replied. This was a Friday, so we had two days away from each other after this, and the following week was to be the temp’s last week with the company.
Again, when telling J about this, he was fine with it, except for the fact that he “owns” my body, and to let somebody else use it so blatantly without his permission was once again a punishable offence.
Digressing slightly for a second – I'm sure previous blogs have hinted that our relationship has always had the possibility of more "open-ness", but other than a few drunken indiscretions on my part, I’ve always shown a reluctance to actually walk too far down the path of sharing our relationship with others, and because of this, even though we’ve been together for the best part of 5 years now, J has never really pushed me too far down this path; nothing beyond friendly exhibitionism really anyway. I think our schedules in the past two years have also caused us to not push this aspect too hard, as it requires a lot of time and effort from both of us, and we’ve both been incredibly busy with work – I actually have been working a couple of bar work shifts a week on top of my standard 9-5 full-time job for the past year or so – and I’ve been incredibly busy with studying on top of that as well. So all that has had a slightly negative impact on our lives and relationship, and caused us to neglect each other more than we should, especially neglecting our D/s efforts, which in turn made us to develop into more of a ‘vanilla’ couple.
So upon a fairly lengthy discussion, J told me that maybe now I was more than ready to take some significant steps forward in this area, and in turn put a greater emphasis on the D/s element of our relationship, to give it a bit more va-va-voom, so to speak. He also proposed an idea, to test some progression of this area, but tying it in to my owed punishment from my work transgression. His proposal was that during the course of the next month he’d arrange several opportunities for me to be shared. The punishment aspect was that usually I’d have some say in it and I could make the choice to opt out if I wasn’t comfortable; this time I wouldn’t be allowed to do that, I had to go with it and trust him regardless, and then once the month was over, we’d discuss it thoroughly and decide where to go with it all.
I agreed to the proposition/punishment.
I’m sure you all want full detail of this, but I don’t want to make this blog too long, so I’m going to give you the short version. If I get enough e-mails screaming “tell us more detail”, I’ll re-write this bit in another blog for you all! ;-p
It all really started that weekend, although in a very low-key way, as J had some of the guys over, and I just hung around with them wearing a flimsy little summer dress. During the afternoon/evening, when I was with J in the kitchen/dining room, which is next to the living room, J just bent me over the table, hiked my dress up and fucked me from behind for about 10 minutes. He told me not to try and be quiet. I wasn’t, and I’m sure there were peering eyes at the door as they overheard the commotion and came to look. I felt like such a slut joining them back in the lounge straight after, sitting on the couch between a few of them, pretending nothing had happened, but seeing their knowing glares at me.
The following week it was back to work, and J and I had discussed if I wanted to test the waters with the office temp, as it was his last week, and we agreed I would, but with certain rules in place. The main one being that I’d explain my relationship situation to him before we did anything else. I asked for his personal e-mail address that Monday morning, saying I had something to send him that I couldn’t send over the work e-mail system. He gave me his e-mail – maybe he thought I was going to send him a naughty picture or something! Lol. I sent him a short paragraph of writing that I’d prepared, just saying that I was in a fully committed relationship, but it wasn’t what many would call a conventional relationship. Outlined that J knew what had happened over the past few weeks, and was okay with it, but making decisions to do anything else with him wasn’t my decision to make. I also attached a text file from J, which I hadn’t seen up to that point. I couldn’t read it until after the office temp had read it and confirmed to me that he’d read it. Once he’d done this, I read it, and I was a bit shocked that it pretty much said that with the exception of full-sex, the office temp was allowed to do whatever he wanted to me during work hours for the rest of the week. J had also prepared a second text file that was just for me that I was to read after this, which said I was to display myself in someway to him at every opportunity for the course of the week.
And so my week began.
It started slowly, with me keeping my end of the instruction from J. I exposed myself at every opportunity, whether it be hiking my skirt up whilst he was behind me on the stairs, or I’d sit provocatively next to him, letting my skirt ride up so my crotch of my panties was visible to him and only him. His desk was toward the back of the office so nobody could see below desktop level from almost everywhere else in the office, but you did have to walk past the desk to get to the printer or copier.
By Wednesday he was rubbing my exposed, panty-less pussy under his desk as we sat going over some work. Later that day we had a frenzied make-out session in the store-room while we explored each other’s bodies with our hands. We only had about a minute before it looked suspicious that we’d been in there too long to just be getting a pad of paper and some highlighter pens, so we left hurriedly and flustered.
On Thursday we went to the canteen for lunch together, but we didn’t actually go to the canteen, we slipped out to the car park to his car, where we got a little hot and heavy in the back seat, that featured me giving him a hand-job, which finished with a quick 30-second blow-job to finish, and he used his fingers to return the favour and bring me to orgasm.
I dressed very sexy for his final day on the Friday, which included seamed black stockings and one of my sexiest black lingerie sets. After a lot of teasing on my behalf that day, the day came to a close and he left about 30 minutes before me, but discreetly waited outside for me. I stripped to just my underwear before I left the building, with just my long button up cardigan covering my modesty. I say long cardigan, but it was shorter than my skirt that day, and still left a bit too much on display. As I left the building and walked out of the car park to his car, parked a minute’s walk down the street. I let my cardigan fall open for the last few metres and sexily entered his car with a huge smile. He drove somewhere discreet a couple of miles away and we made out like teenagers, culminating in us both ending up naked in the back-seat, him getting a proper luxurious blow-job to say a big proper goodbye to him, and he even licked me to a very satisfying orgasm.
Goodbye to this year’s office temp – can’t wait to see who comes next year... anybody want to apply? lol
Over the next few weeks after this, I was displayed provocatively to several of J’s carefully selected friends, which led to what under normal circumstances would be classed as inappropriate touching, and we even had sex in the lounge in front of a few of them, a live sex-show if you want to call it that, and a couple of them joined in and got hand jobs and blow jobs, but no full sex. There were a few more episodes where hands, tongues and lips were used by me and the ‘select’ few friends, but once again, no full sex just yet, we were just doing some low-level experimentation at this stage after all. There were other events to, some of which may be revealed in the future.
The month was up by now, and J and myself sat down to discuss it all. We agreed that we’d enjoyed what was happening, and did want to continue, but we didn’t want it to be an every day or every week thing. We’d treat it as a more special event, pick our moments carefully, pick the other participants very carefully, but we’d continue to explore.
The September installment is coming tomorrow, but in the mean-time, please e-mail me with any feedback, or just to chat, at blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk. I’d also love to hear about your own office temp experiences or stories! :-)
Monday, 24 January 2011
The Naughty Diaries 2010 - July
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This is the first part of a bit of a catch-up of the past 6 months, as I haven’t posted anything for ages. Starting from this month, a new monthly blog entry will be posted (probably in the first week or so of the following month), tentatively titled “The Naughty Diaries”, although I’ll change it if I think of a better name, which will either be a blog entry about a particular event during that month, or a summary of my month. This shouldn’t effect there being other random blogs throughout the months as well, this idea is just to encourage me to post at least once a month.
Six blogs will be posted in January to trial this idea, one each for the July-December 2010 months, before it’s officially launched on a more current basis for January 2011 onwards.
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"The Office Temp"
We had a temp in the office for a few weeks back in the summer. I like having temps in, as it gives me a chance to be a bit more flirtatious, and let’s be honest, I get to be downright more slutty, knowing that a few weeks later, he’ll be gone and the harmony of the office won’t be upset.
Don’t get me wrong, I flirt with everybody at work to some degree, whether it be the cleaner or the finance director. But there has to be limits, as you see these people everyday and have a professional relationship with them first and foremost. We all have jobs to do, and we get paid to do them, so we all need to make sure that runs smoothly for the long-term. No uncomfortable moments, and the sexual tension has to be kept in check.
So that’s why I love temps. They come in, stay for a week or a month, or whatever it may be, and off they go when their job is done, and you never see them again. So it’s easy to start a bit of a flirty relationship, let it build up, and then by the time it reaches the boil and it gets to the point where it may start to affect the actual work, they leave and everything’s okay.
I’m sure a lot of you know what I mean. Especially the guys, when a young female temp comes into the workplace that makes you swear temp is short for temptress. J once told me a story of a place he used to work at in years gone by that had regular temps in, and the boss who hired the temps had a penchant for pretty young girls, and I guess he must have had some sort of under-the-table gentleman’s agreement with the temp agency who sent the girls over to make sure the girls that came in fitted the specific criteria – you know, early 20’s, attractive, good figure, preferably single etc. So several times a year a new pretty young thing would arrive to work for a few weeks, and a bunch of the guys in the office would have a bet about who could get her into bed first, and they’d spend the time she was there each trying to win that bet.
And with the type of office I work in as my day-job, we generally have guys in as temps as it can be considered a male driven field, and they’re generally fully qualified accountants, so are usually between 30 and 60. Often 40+ or even 50+ to be honest, the type of people who have worked hard and made decent money, and have decided to cut back and do temp work as they’re hourly or daily rate is high (even higher than it would normally be if they weren’t a temp), so they can work maybe 6 months out of the year and easily make enough money to live a very comfortable life.
I tell you something, in ten years time I’ll certainly consider doing it! Basically half the work for at least three quarters of the pay!! Only really works if the pay for that particular job/career field is high enough, which for me, right now, it of course isn’t, but after the long arduous study and exams are finished, and enough of the relevant experience has been gained, then hopefully it will be. But I’m digressing a little and moving away from the subject of the blog.
So in came the temp, and I was surprised to find out he was a little younger than the last few we’ve had in over the past few years. Early 30’s, and not too hard on the eyes either.
I often spend a bit of time with the temps when they come in, as I’m apparently a very good and very patient “teacher” who explains things well, and my all-round knowledge base of what we do in the office is of a high standard, so a lot of the things we bring people in to do are things I can do, and probably would do if I had the time, but I’m always busy with other things, so never get a full month or whatever it takes to fully get to grips with the complicated and time consuming nature of some of the things that need to be done.
But anyway, I’m digressing again, back on topic...
I got along with this years temp like a house on fire, there was a real spark there right from the start, and we began to flirt quite heavily. He was there for about 6 weeks, and for the first week or two I was probably sat with him going through things and explaining things for a decent chunk of our time at work, so I got to know him better than most in the office did, and he certainly wasn’t very good at hiding his furtive glances at my legs or cleavage as we sat together. But of course, it can be hard to outright flirt in an office filled with 10+ people or so, but the odd e-mail back and forth, which started out professionally in the initial few days, started to become a bit more suggestive, but obviously not overly explicit over the work e-mail system.
Then one afternoon a few weeks in, I got a random one word e-mail that simply said “Red”. I sent a confused response asking what he was talking about. To which he replied with a single line:- “I was guessing the colour of your underwear. I’m right aren’t I?” I couldn’t deny it, he was right. But it was hardly a lucky guess on his end really, the strap of my bra was visible at various points that day, and I’m not one to wear non-matching underwear usually, although it has been known occasionally. By saying “underwear”, I am referring to panties, just to clarify, we didn’t discuss the finer points of what he was guessing the colour of, it was pretty much implied.
And a new daily game was born. Each day, at some point I’d get an e-mail from him simply stating a colour. And I’d tell him if he was right or wrong. And it may be followed by a discussion about how he’d made his guess, or how he’d found out. He was right every day – often it was my bra that gave it away, it was too easy to show a glimpse of bra strap or bra trim, or even to be able to tell the colour through my top. The braless days were trickier for him, but I didn’t realise how often I must flash a hint of panties, either above the waistband of my skirt or trousers, or even an upskirt flash. Maybe a few times were just lucky guesses too.
I also tried to throw him off the trail a few times, with J’s help from home, once with a strapless bra, and once with a pink bra and panties set, but the bra had black straps and black lace trim, which I made sure were visible. I failed both of those times, he guessed right. But I wasn’t giving up, I became determined to win his little game one way or another (so did J when we talked at home), so the third attempt to fool him was a success. I did the rare thing for me of not wearing a matching bra and panties. Not just not matching, not even just slightly different colours, but a complete contrast. A sexy red push up bra, with a pair of green thong panties. I wore something sexy and low cut to show off the great cleavage the bra gave me, and frankly everyone standing within a mile radius could probably clearly tell I was wearing a red bra. But my modest skirt, only a couple of inches above the knee, with only an uncharacteristic medium split up the back, made telling the colour of my panties impossible. You couldn’t see through it, you couldn’t see above it, and you even couldn’t see up it, which I was extra careful about that day. To be honest, I’m not usually that careful, but this day I really was.
Later that day, an e-mail came through. “Are you trying to trick me today?” I responded jokingly, “Would I do that!?”. It took a while for him to make his guess that day, and it really was a guess that day. It was nearing 4 o’clock when he came to sit next to me at my desk to go over some work. On the front of the pile of paper he put on my desk was a post it note with “Red?” written on it. It was certainly a hopeful question rather than a statement. A huge smile must have broke out on my face, I was absolutely ecstatic to have won the game that day, and he must have seen it, as the look on his face showed that he knew he was wrong. We started to discuss and work on what we were doing, and whilst we talked about what was up on my computer screen, pretending to be talking about the work, he asked the question “so is my assumption on this part wrong?” He gave me a look, I knew what he was asking and it caught me by surprise that he wanted to discuss it out loud in the office, even if it was in “code”. But I went with it, thinking on my feet. “Yes, that assumption is wrong.” I said. And then clicking on some random cells on the spreadsheet on my screen, I continued our coded conversation, “This bit you’ve put in ‘red’ here is wrong, I’ll just highlight it ‘green’, so you know to change it.” It shocked me a little bit that he pushed the conversation further. “So the other column that’s highlighted green here, (points to screen although there was no green there), is there anyway to prove that this is right?”
I was a little lost for words to be honest, I think I even blushed a bit, “erm, erm, yes, I guess we can prove it’s correct” I almost stuttered out. “Do you want to show me that now, or do you want to do that later?” he immediately responded with a cheeky grin on his face. “Erm, we’ll come back to that later, if that’s okay. We’ll just do this bit first” I again stuttered in response. We then actually got on with the work we were doing, everyone else in the office unaware of what the conversation we just had was actually about.
We left the office at the same time that evening, shortly after 5pm, and as we walked through the car-park outside the building, he jokingly mentioned his “proof”. I gave him a giggly smile, reached into my coat pocket, pulled something out, and threw it towards him. He caught it – it was my green thong. I immediately said “see you tomorrow” and we went our separate ways for the evening. I glanced back fleetingly as I walked away to see him staring at me almost dumbfounded.
To be continued...
This is the first part of a bit of a catch-up of the past 6 months, as I haven’t posted anything for ages. Starting from this month, a new monthly blog entry will be posted (probably in the first week or so of the following month), tentatively titled “The Naughty Diaries”, although I’ll change it if I think of a better name, which will either be a blog entry about a particular event during that month, or a summary of my month. This shouldn’t effect there being other random blogs throughout the months as well, this idea is just to encourage me to post at least once a month.
Six blogs will be posted in January to trial this idea, one each for the July-December 2010 months, before it’s officially launched on a more current basis for January 2011 onwards.
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"The Office Temp"
We had a temp in the office for a few weeks back in the summer. I like having temps in, as it gives me a chance to be a bit more flirtatious, and let’s be honest, I get to be downright more slutty, knowing that a few weeks later, he’ll be gone and the harmony of the office won’t be upset.
Don’t get me wrong, I flirt with everybody at work to some degree, whether it be the cleaner or the finance director. But there has to be limits, as you see these people everyday and have a professional relationship with them first and foremost. We all have jobs to do, and we get paid to do them, so we all need to make sure that runs smoothly for the long-term. No uncomfortable moments, and the sexual tension has to be kept in check.
So that’s why I love temps. They come in, stay for a week or a month, or whatever it may be, and off they go when their job is done, and you never see them again. So it’s easy to start a bit of a flirty relationship, let it build up, and then by the time it reaches the boil and it gets to the point where it may start to affect the actual work, they leave and everything’s okay.
I’m sure a lot of you know what I mean. Especially the guys, when a young female temp comes into the workplace that makes you swear temp is short for temptress. J once told me a story of a place he used to work at in years gone by that had regular temps in, and the boss who hired the temps had a penchant for pretty young girls, and I guess he must have had some sort of under-the-table gentleman’s agreement with the temp agency who sent the girls over to make sure the girls that came in fitted the specific criteria – you know, early 20’s, attractive, good figure, preferably single etc. So several times a year a new pretty young thing would arrive to work for a few weeks, and a bunch of the guys in the office would have a bet about who could get her into bed first, and they’d spend the time she was there each trying to win that bet.
And with the type of office I work in as my day-job, we generally have guys in as temps as it can be considered a male driven field, and they’re generally fully qualified accountants, so are usually between 30 and 60. Often 40+ or even 50+ to be honest, the type of people who have worked hard and made decent money, and have decided to cut back and do temp work as they’re hourly or daily rate is high (even higher than it would normally be if they weren’t a temp), so they can work maybe 6 months out of the year and easily make enough money to live a very comfortable life.
I tell you something, in ten years time I’ll certainly consider doing it! Basically half the work for at least three quarters of the pay!! Only really works if the pay for that particular job/career field is high enough, which for me, right now, it of course isn’t, but after the long arduous study and exams are finished, and enough of the relevant experience has been gained, then hopefully it will be. But I’m digressing a little and moving away from the subject of the blog.
So in came the temp, and I was surprised to find out he was a little younger than the last few we’ve had in over the past few years. Early 30’s, and not too hard on the eyes either.
I often spend a bit of time with the temps when they come in, as I’m apparently a very good and very patient “teacher” who explains things well, and my all-round knowledge base of what we do in the office is of a high standard, so a lot of the things we bring people in to do are things I can do, and probably would do if I had the time, but I’m always busy with other things, so never get a full month or whatever it takes to fully get to grips with the complicated and time consuming nature of some of the things that need to be done.
But anyway, I’m digressing again, back on topic...
I got along with this years temp like a house on fire, there was a real spark there right from the start, and we began to flirt quite heavily. He was there for about 6 weeks, and for the first week or two I was probably sat with him going through things and explaining things for a decent chunk of our time at work, so I got to know him better than most in the office did, and he certainly wasn’t very good at hiding his furtive glances at my legs or cleavage as we sat together. But of course, it can be hard to outright flirt in an office filled with 10+ people or so, but the odd e-mail back and forth, which started out professionally in the initial few days, started to become a bit more suggestive, but obviously not overly explicit over the work e-mail system.
Then one afternoon a few weeks in, I got a random one word e-mail that simply said “Red”. I sent a confused response asking what he was talking about. To which he replied with a single line:- “I was guessing the colour of your underwear. I’m right aren’t I?” I couldn’t deny it, he was right. But it was hardly a lucky guess on his end really, the strap of my bra was visible at various points that day, and I’m not one to wear non-matching underwear usually, although it has been known occasionally. By saying “underwear”, I am referring to panties, just to clarify, we didn’t discuss the finer points of what he was guessing the colour of, it was pretty much implied.
And a new daily game was born. Each day, at some point I’d get an e-mail from him simply stating a colour. And I’d tell him if he was right or wrong. And it may be followed by a discussion about how he’d made his guess, or how he’d found out. He was right every day – often it was my bra that gave it away, it was too easy to show a glimpse of bra strap or bra trim, or even to be able to tell the colour through my top. The braless days were trickier for him, but I didn’t realise how often I must flash a hint of panties, either above the waistband of my skirt or trousers, or even an upskirt flash. Maybe a few times were just lucky guesses too.
I also tried to throw him off the trail a few times, with J’s help from home, once with a strapless bra, and once with a pink bra and panties set, but the bra had black straps and black lace trim, which I made sure were visible. I failed both of those times, he guessed right. But I wasn’t giving up, I became determined to win his little game one way or another (so did J when we talked at home), so the third attempt to fool him was a success. I did the rare thing for me of not wearing a matching bra and panties. Not just not matching, not even just slightly different colours, but a complete contrast. A sexy red push up bra, with a pair of green thong panties. I wore something sexy and low cut to show off the great cleavage the bra gave me, and frankly everyone standing within a mile radius could probably clearly tell I was wearing a red bra. But my modest skirt, only a couple of inches above the knee, with only an uncharacteristic medium split up the back, made telling the colour of my panties impossible. You couldn’t see through it, you couldn’t see above it, and you even couldn’t see up it, which I was extra careful about that day. To be honest, I’m not usually that careful, but this day I really was.
Later that day, an e-mail came through. “Are you trying to trick me today?” I responded jokingly, “Would I do that!?”. It took a while for him to make his guess that day, and it really was a guess that day. It was nearing 4 o’clock when he came to sit next to me at my desk to go over some work. On the front of the pile of paper he put on my desk was a post it note with “Red?” written on it. It was certainly a hopeful question rather than a statement. A huge smile must have broke out on my face, I was absolutely ecstatic to have won the game that day, and he must have seen it, as the look on his face showed that he knew he was wrong. We started to discuss and work on what we were doing, and whilst we talked about what was up on my computer screen, pretending to be talking about the work, he asked the question “so is my assumption on this part wrong?” He gave me a look, I knew what he was asking and it caught me by surprise that he wanted to discuss it out loud in the office, even if it was in “code”. But I went with it, thinking on my feet. “Yes, that assumption is wrong.” I said. And then clicking on some random cells on the spreadsheet on my screen, I continued our coded conversation, “This bit you’ve put in ‘red’ here is wrong, I’ll just highlight it ‘green’, so you know to change it.” It shocked me a little bit that he pushed the conversation further. “So the other column that’s highlighted green here, (points to screen although there was no green there), is there anyway to prove that this is right?”
I was a little lost for words to be honest, I think I even blushed a bit, “erm, erm, yes, I guess we can prove it’s correct” I almost stuttered out. “Do you want to show me that now, or do you want to do that later?” he immediately responded with a cheeky grin on his face. “Erm, we’ll come back to that later, if that’s okay. We’ll just do this bit first” I again stuttered in response. We then actually got on with the work we were doing, everyone else in the office unaware of what the conversation we just had was actually about.
We left the office at the same time that evening, shortly after 5pm, and as we walked through the car-park outside the building, he jokingly mentioned his “proof”. I gave him a giggly smile, reached into my coat pocket, pulled something out, and threw it towards him. He caught it – it was my green thong. I immediately said “see you tomorrow” and we went our separate ways for the evening. I glanced back fleetingly as I walked away to see him staring at me almost dumbfounded.
To be continued...
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