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
Friday, 28 January 2011
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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