Wednesday, 19 August 2009
The Journey… Chapter Two – My Seventeenth Birthday
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Wednesday, 12 August 2009
The Journey… Chapter One – Growing Up
This is Chapter One of a multi-part series of blogs, describing my journey through life and how I found the D/s lifestyle. Hope you enjoy, and please bare with me through the boring bits – the story builds through the chapters...
Growing up in a fairly small town in South Wales, a town that most city dwellers would consider rural, even though we were practically at the cusp of the bright lights and high luxury living compared to many other towns and villages not too far away, it’s hard to really explain how my interest in the world of D/s began.
Nothing around me in my childhood and teenage years gave me any exposure to that kind of lifestyle. I was just a fairly shy and quiet girl, and yet still quite a girly girl. I had a few boyfriends in my teens, but nothing too major, and despite being somewhat pretty, I hadn’t blossomed quite yet, so I was by no means the most popular girl with either the boys or the girls. I was a happy medium, a “floater” when it came to the high school cliques. I was friends with the popular groups, but equally friendly with the smart kids and the sporty kids.
My parents thought I was a pretty good daughter, I wasn’t into drugs, or smoking, or drinking, I didn’t stay out too late, too often, and anything I did do wrong, they rarely found out about, so I was seemingly a picture perfect daughter. I even had a busy extra-curricular life, with a keen interest in gymnastics, which I did between the ages of 8 and 16, finishing with a lacklustre and failed attempt to become a rhythmic gymnast of national level. Rhythmic Gymnastics is the one where you jump and dance around with the big ribbon – just so you know! Lol
I was the apple of my dad’s eye, his only little girl (I have two brothers, one younger, one older), but I idolised my mum and loved her to pieces. She was everything I thought a woman should be – she always made the effort to look nice, a bit of make-up, nice feminine clothes, she was a good wife and mother, and she was independent. She worked, she was smart and intelligent, and she brought in her own share of the household income.
So where did I go wrong?! LOL ;-p
I’m not saying I had the perfect childhood, but I’m certainly not going to complain about it. It was pretty good, I felt loved and supported, and it’s set me up with good principals and a good base model to follow for when I have my own family in the future.
I came out of my shell a little when I was about 16 or 17. My friendship groups expanded as I left school and began at college, and my personality began to flourish as I developed my own identity. I was a bit of a “follower” at school, I liked what everyone else liked, my music taste was what everyone else listened to, I shopped where everyone else shopped. I was the typical shy, non-confrontational teen who fitted in with everybody because I had become the same as everybody. Looking back I can see how I envied the “individuals” at school. Some loved them, some hated them, but at least they were who they were!
My college was a bit further away from my hometown, so I guess you could say my horizons had expanded and I followed in my mum’s footsteps in becoming more independent and self-reliant, taking a weekend job in a nearby hotel, cleaning the rooms and helping with other minor chores around the place, to fund my travel and expanding social life. And meeting new people meant I could start afresh and be a new me. I felt renewed and re-invigorated.
I know what you’re all thinking – this blog is boring, where’s the sex and slutiness?!
Be patient my loyal followers, I’m about to turn 17 when my sexual experiences start, and all of this was just setting the scene for when I turn 18, move 200 miles away from home to go to University, and find my inner-slut!
So it was Valentine’s Day of the year 2000 when I finally lost my virginity, at the ample age of 17 years, 4 months, and 4 days. My college boyfriend was the guy it happened with – we’d been dating for nearly four months, and he’d been wanting it to happen for about, I don’t know, 3 months and 29 days! Lol. We’d got to “second base” several times already, getting half naked, fumbling and fondling under clothes, and he’d got a few hand-jobs just to keep him happy.
He had the house to himself as his parents were out for the evening, and to be fair to him, he’d set the scene just right. Candles, soft lighting, soft music, it was generally how a girl wants her first time to be. We kissed, we took it slowly, we explored each others bodies, I gave him the first of many blow jobs that he’d be getting over the next several months from me, and we progressed to the bedroom and made love for the first time. And it was a very enjoyable first time at that – he was just the right mix of gentle, forceful, and guiding, taking the lead due to his slightly greater experience.
We dated for several months after this and we developed a very good sexual relationship, learning a lot from each other, and we both enjoyed the occasional “game” where he just “took” me, just taking control and having his way with me no matter what.
I was going to say that it was the first time I realised that I enjoyed giving away my control to the guy for sexual matters. But actually it was the second…
To be continued...
Chapter Two will be posted in the next 7-14 days, in the meantime, please feel free to e-mail me your thoughts, feedback and comments. I can be found at blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk - you may need to add me to your "safe list" if you don't want my reply to get caught in your spam filter.
Growing up in a fairly small town in South Wales, a town that most city dwellers would consider rural, even though we were practically at the cusp of the bright lights and high luxury living compared to many other towns and villages not too far away, it’s hard to really explain how my interest in the world of D/s began.
Nothing around me in my childhood and teenage years gave me any exposure to that kind of lifestyle. I was just a fairly shy and quiet girl, and yet still quite a girly girl. I had a few boyfriends in my teens, but nothing too major, and despite being somewhat pretty, I hadn’t blossomed quite yet, so I was by no means the most popular girl with either the boys or the girls. I was a happy medium, a “floater” when it came to the high school cliques. I was friends with the popular groups, but equally friendly with the smart kids and the sporty kids.
My parents thought I was a pretty good daughter, I wasn’t into drugs, or smoking, or drinking, I didn’t stay out too late, too often, and anything I did do wrong, they rarely found out about, so I was seemingly a picture perfect daughter. I even had a busy extra-curricular life, with a keen interest in gymnastics, which I did between the ages of 8 and 16, finishing with a lacklustre and failed attempt to become a rhythmic gymnast of national level. Rhythmic Gymnastics is the one where you jump and dance around with the big ribbon – just so you know! Lol
I was the apple of my dad’s eye, his only little girl (I have two brothers, one younger, one older), but I idolised my mum and loved her to pieces. She was everything I thought a woman should be – she always made the effort to look nice, a bit of make-up, nice feminine clothes, she was a good wife and mother, and she was independent. She worked, she was smart and intelligent, and she brought in her own share of the household income.
So where did I go wrong?! LOL ;-p
I’m not saying I had the perfect childhood, but I’m certainly not going to complain about it. It was pretty good, I felt loved and supported, and it’s set me up with good principals and a good base model to follow for when I have my own family in the future.
I came out of my shell a little when I was about 16 or 17. My friendship groups expanded as I left school and began at college, and my personality began to flourish as I developed my own identity. I was a bit of a “follower” at school, I liked what everyone else liked, my music taste was what everyone else listened to, I shopped where everyone else shopped. I was the typical shy, non-confrontational teen who fitted in with everybody because I had become the same as everybody. Looking back I can see how I envied the “individuals” at school. Some loved them, some hated them, but at least they were who they were!
My college was a bit further away from my hometown, so I guess you could say my horizons had expanded and I followed in my mum’s footsteps in becoming more independent and self-reliant, taking a weekend job in a nearby hotel, cleaning the rooms and helping with other minor chores around the place, to fund my travel and expanding social life. And meeting new people meant I could start afresh and be a new me. I felt renewed and re-invigorated.
I know what you’re all thinking – this blog is boring, where’s the sex and slutiness?!
Be patient my loyal followers, I’m about to turn 17 when my sexual experiences start, and all of this was just setting the scene for when I turn 18, move 200 miles away from home to go to University, and find my inner-slut!
So it was Valentine’s Day of the year 2000 when I finally lost my virginity, at the ample age of 17 years, 4 months, and 4 days. My college boyfriend was the guy it happened with – we’d been dating for nearly four months, and he’d been wanting it to happen for about, I don’t know, 3 months and 29 days! Lol. We’d got to “second base” several times already, getting half naked, fumbling and fondling under clothes, and he’d got a few hand-jobs just to keep him happy.
He had the house to himself as his parents were out for the evening, and to be fair to him, he’d set the scene just right. Candles, soft lighting, soft music, it was generally how a girl wants her first time to be. We kissed, we took it slowly, we explored each others bodies, I gave him the first of many blow jobs that he’d be getting over the next several months from me, and we progressed to the bedroom and made love for the first time. And it was a very enjoyable first time at that – he was just the right mix of gentle, forceful, and guiding, taking the lead due to his slightly greater experience.
We dated for several months after this and we developed a very good sexual relationship, learning a lot from each other, and we both enjoyed the occasional “game” where he just “took” me, just taking control and having his way with me no matter what.
I was going to say that it was the first time I realised that I enjoyed giving away my control to the guy for sexual matters. But actually it was the second…
To be continued...
Chapter Two will be posted in the next 7-14 days, in the meantime, please feel free to e-mail me your thoughts, feedback and comments. I can be found at blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk - you may need to add me to your "safe list" if you don't want my reply to get caught in your spam filter.
Wednesday, 5 August 2009
Black, White, & Diamonds
Just a little blog adapted from a recent e-mail conversation… I’m working on a series of blogs that should keep you all entertained over the next month or two – so keep ‘em peeled! :-)
I’ve been to many “black tie” events in my time, it’s always a lot of fun to incorporate just a bit of sluttiness, and to see how far you can push the envelope without making too much of a scene.
The obvious most daring thing you can do at a black tie event, for a girl anyway, is to go in a colour other than black. It makes you stand out in the crowd, especially if it’s a bright colour - red is the obvious colour to go with.
And I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve worn red to black and white affairs. I’ve also worn purple, blue, and one time even a yellow evening gown, all in the name of being “the centre of attention”.
It’s not always appropriate though, if it’s somebody else’s special occasion, it’s a little harsh to overshadow them too much. But Christmas parties and the like are fine, I hate wearing black to Christmas Parties – how dull and boring is that, it’s a time for bright colours and joviality!
Sometimes it backfires though – for instance I once wore a red dress to a large black and white themed party, only to find I was one of about 20 or so women to do so. I was absolutely devastated, it looks so desperate to everybody else when you have that many women trying to be the centre of attention by wearing garish colours.
If you stick with black though, you have two options – go short, go revealing, and have the smallest piece of black material wrapped around you as possible. Or, if the event isn’t appropriate for that kind of activity and you want to go more traditional and elegant, it poses a million questions about how you can still let that slutty side out, but it also offers a million subtle but fantastic opportunities.
One time at a “black, white and diamonds” affair, I remember I wore a black fitted strapless dress, it was a very pretty and elegant dress with only a tiny bit of cleavage on display, just past the knee in length but with a moderate split in the back. Underneath I didn’t wear any bra or panties, but I did wear a black six strap suspender/garter belt, black seamed fully fashioned stockings (which are a general must wear item for any elegant event), and the outfit was finished off with black 6” heels. A bit of diamond jewellery as well of course, to go with the event theme! Actually, I couldn’t afford diamonds, so I wore sparkly fake gems! lol
I wasn’t with a date, but I was with some friends. This was a few years ago now, I did have a boyfriend – of the vanilla variety – but he wasn’t with me. The actual outfit was chosen by an online “friend” I had at the time, who I was messing around with to get my D/s kicks during the time when I wasn’t getting enough of them in real-life.
Just general little things I did throughout the evening – flirting, trying to show a little extra cleavage or leg on occasion, and several occasions of hiking my dress up to adjust my stocking tops at quiet times when it was feasible to think I was generally alone or out of view, but when really I knew there was somebody who could clearly see me. And of course I got groped a few times out on the dancefloor – and I’m fairly sure those guys would have realised my underwear choices (or lack thereof) for the evening.
My behaviour for the evening was generally instructed of me by my online friend as well, and he also had one final instruction of me – to do something extra slutty and out of character. But he did remind me to stay safe as well.
One of my girl friends that I was with was getting quite friendly with a guy, that guy was there with a friend, so when I was hanging with her at various points during the evening, I ended up chatting with him a little. And as the evening progressed and my friend wanted to leave with the guys, she convinced me to go with them, up to their hotel room. I had no intention of having sex with anybody, so this story isn’t going where you are thinking… but I thought about my “extra slutty, out of character” instruction, and I thought there was some room for manoeuvre here without going too far.
But back at their hotel room, we had another drink and we progressed to playing cards for some reason, don’t know why. Which then progressed into my friend – not one of the guys – making a “strip poker” joke/comment, and before you know it, we all agreed, and I’d pretty much decided that my “out of character” task would be that I would take my dress off and reveal what I was (and wasn’t) wearing beneath it.
Shockingly, and probably thankfully, I wasn’t the first to lose a hand. My friend lost first, taking her top off to show off her bra underneath, then my friends guy lost his top as well before I lost. When I lost I got up slowly, turned around so my back was to everybody, unzipped my dress at the back and slowly lowered it down, glancing over occasionally, watching everybody’s jaws slowly drop as it got lower and lower and they realised how little I had on underneath. Once it was off I used my hands and arms to cover my breasts and pussy and sat back down at the table, still doing all I could to cover up. It was so amazingly exciting and exhilarating.
I probably should take this moment to mention another “accessory” that was part of my outfit, chosen by my online friend. A set of “Love Balls” inserted inside me. So not only was I incredibly horny already from having them in all night, I had to take extra care covering myself up to make sure they weren’t noticed, and the horniness of the whole situation didn’t do anything to help me in any way. A horny girl in a horny situation trying not to do anything too naughty is a very difficult situation indeed.
Anyway, just one more hand of cards later, and we decided to call it a night. It was getting late already, and the game was already starting to lose some focus with my quick loss of all my clothes. So we all put whatever clothes we’d lost back on, and the one guy walked me back to mine and my friends hotel room, while my friend and her guy got their chance to say goodnight in a little more privacy. So we walked down the hall, down in the lift to our floor, and onto our room, just sharing idle chit-chat. When we got to my door I think he obviously wanted a little more than I was going to give him. I let him down as gently as possible, we shared a kiss and I went inside and he went on his way. Hopefully I’d given him a fantasy situation to think about when he got back to his room! Lol
About 15 minutes later my friend arrived back to our hotel room – she’d had a “quicky” with the guy she was with before leaving, and was a little disappointed I hadn’t kept the other guy “occupied” longer to give her a little (or a lot) more time.
My friend and her guy actually dated for a few months after this – I never saw either of the guys again though, which was a bonus really as that is what I’d really hoped for!! My sultry strip in front of strangers I only saw once. A slutty girl fantasy come true!
And that was about it for that particular black tie event. And I think I passed all of my tasks and instructions from my online friend and he was very happy and excited to read my very detailed report of the evening’s events.
Sorry for the briefness and randomness of this blog – I do have an exciting series of blogs planned and in progress looking at my descent into the D/s lifestyle. I really hope you’ll enjoy that series, it’s looking like it will be split out over about 5+ blogs and probably over a two month time-frame. I’ll hopefully post other blogs between them as well though, to keep things spiced up!
So don’t forget, to keep right up to date with my blog, why not subscribe to it. Go to http://blogslut.bravehost.com/blog.html and type in your e-mail address, and you’ll receive an e-mail, link, and brief description every time I post a new blog – just so you don’t miss it! If you have any problems with this link but would still like to subscribe, then please e-mail me (blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk) and I’ll add you manually.
I’ve been to many “black tie” events in my time, it’s always a lot of fun to incorporate just a bit of sluttiness, and to see how far you can push the envelope without making too much of a scene.
The obvious most daring thing you can do at a black tie event, for a girl anyway, is to go in a colour other than black. It makes you stand out in the crowd, especially if it’s a bright colour - red is the obvious colour to go with.
And I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve worn red to black and white affairs. I’ve also worn purple, blue, and one time even a yellow evening gown, all in the name of being “the centre of attention”.
It’s not always appropriate though, if it’s somebody else’s special occasion, it’s a little harsh to overshadow them too much. But Christmas parties and the like are fine, I hate wearing black to Christmas Parties – how dull and boring is that, it’s a time for bright colours and joviality!
Sometimes it backfires though – for instance I once wore a red dress to a large black and white themed party, only to find I was one of about 20 or so women to do so. I was absolutely devastated, it looks so desperate to everybody else when you have that many women trying to be the centre of attention by wearing garish colours.
If you stick with black though, you have two options – go short, go revealing, and have the smallest piece of black material wrapped around you as possible. Or, if the event isn’t appropriate for that kind of activity and you want to go more traditional and elegant, it poses a million questions about how you can still let that slutty side out, but it also offers a million subtle but fantastic opportunities.
One time at a “black, white and diamonds” affair, I remember I wore a black fitted strapless dress, it was a very pretty and elegant dress with only a tiny bit of cleavage on display, just past the knee in length but with a moderate split in the back. Underneath I didn’t wear any bra or panties, but I did wear a black six strap suspender/garter belt, black seamed fully fashioned stockings (which are a general must wear item for any elegant event), and the outfit was finished off with black 6” heels. A bit of diamond jewellery as well of course, to go with the event theme! Actually, I couldn’t afford diamonds, so I wore sparkly fake gems! lol
I wasn’t with a date, but I was with some friends. This was a few years ago now, I did have a boyfriend – of the vanilla variety – but he wasn’t with me. The actual outfit was chosen by an online “friend” I had at the time, who I was messing around with to get my D/s kicks during the time when I wasn’t getting enough of them in real-life.
Just general little things I did throughout the evening – flirting, trying to show a little extra cleavage or leg on occasion, and several occasions of hiking my dress up to adjust my stocking tops at quiet times when it was feasible to think I was generally alone or out of view, but when really I knew there was somebody who could clearly see me. And of course I got groped a few times out on the dancefloor – and I’m fairly sure those guys would have realised my underwear choices (or lack thereof) for the evening.
My behaviour for the evening was generally instructed of me by my online friend as well, and he also had one final instruction of me – to do something extra slutty and out of character. But he did remind me to stay safe as well.
One of my girl friends that I was with was getting quite friendly with a guy, that guy was there with a friend, so when I was hanging with her at various points during the evening, I ended up chatting with him a little. And as the evening progressed and my friend wanted to leave with the guys, she convinced me to go with them, up to their hotel room. I had no intention of having sex with anybody, so this story isn’t going where you are thinking… but I thought about my “extra slutty, out of character” instruction, and I thought there was some room for manoeuvre here without going too far.
But back at their hotel room, we had another drink and we progressed to playing cards for some reason, don’t know why. Which then progressed into my friend – not one of the guys – making a “strip poker” joke/comment, and before you know it, we all agreed, and I’d pretty much decided that my “out of character” task would be that I would take my dress off and reveal what I was (and wasn’t) wearing beneath it.
Shockingly, and probably thankfully, I wasn’t the first to lose a hand. My friend lost first, taking her top off to show off her bra underneath, then my friends guy lost his top as well before I lost. When I lost I got up slowly, turned around so my back was to everybody, unzipped my dress at the back and slowly lowered it down, glancing over occasionally, watching everybody’s jaws slowly drop as it got lower and lower and they realised how little I had on underneath. Once it was off I used my hands and arms to cover my breasts and pussy and sat back down at the table, still doing all I could to cover up. It was so amazingly exciting and exhilarating.
I probably should take this moment to mention another “accessory” that was part of my outfit, chosen by my online friend. A set of “Love Balls” inserted inside me. So not only was I incredibly horny already from having them in all night, I had to take extra care covering myself up to make sure they weren’t noticed, and the horniness of the whole situation didn’t do anything to help me in any way. A horny girl in a horny situation trying not to do anything too naughty is a very difficult situation indeed.
Anyway, just one more hand of cards later, and we decided to call it a night. It was getting late already, and the game was already starting to lose some focus with my quick loss of all my clothes. So we all put whatever clothes we’d lost back on, and the one guy walked me back to mine and my friends hotel room, while my friend and her guy got their chance to say goodnight in a little more privacy. So we walked down the hall, down in the lift to our floor, and onto our room, just sharing idle chit-chat. When we got to my door I think he obviously wanted a little more than I was going to give him. I let him down as gently as possible, we shared a kiss and I went inside and he went on his way. Hopefully I’d given him a fantasy situation to think about when he got back to his room! Lol
About 15 minutes later my friend arrived back to our hotel room – she’d had a “quicky” with the guy she was with before leaving, and was a little disappointed I hadn’t kept the other guy “occupied” longer to give her a little (or a lot) more time.
My friend and her guy actually dated for a few months after this – I never saw either of the guys again though, which was a bonus really as that is what I’d really hoped for!! My sultry strip in front of strangers I only saw once. A slutty girl fantasy come true!
And that was about it for that particular black tie event. And I think I passed all of my tasks and instructions from my online friend and he was very happy and excited to read my very detailed report of the evening’s events.
Sorry for the briefness and randomness of this blog – I do have an exciting series of blogs planned and in progress looking at my descent into the D/s lifestyle. I really hope you’ll enjoy that series, it’s looking like it will be split out over about 5+ blogs and probably over a two month time-frame. I’ll hopefully post other blogs between them as well though, to keep things spiced up!
So don’t forget, to keep right up to date with my blog, why not subscribe to it. Go to http://blogslut.bravehost.com/blog.html and type in your e-mail address, and you’ll receive an e-mail, link, and brief description every time I post a new blog – just so you don’t miss it! If you have any problems with this link but would still like to subscribe, then please e-mail me (blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk) and I’ll add you manually.
Friday, 24 July 2009
July Randomness
Has anybody missed me? It’s been a long time hasn’t it?
I’ve just been busy with so many commitments as of late, that I just haven’t been able to find the time to sit down properly in the right frame of mind to actually write any interesting blogs.
But I am really sorry – to make it up to you… free blow jobs for all… please form an orderly queue!! Haha
25 days to go until I get my exam results to see just how badly I failed the exam that I didn’t do any study for whatsoever. I know I’ve failed, but is it wrong of me to still hold out the feint hope that maybe I scraped through? I have to say, if by some miracle I do pass, then I’ll be dancing through the streets naked cone August 17th!!
I overheard a couple of guys I work with (well I say work with – they work for the same company but not the same department, so they’re more work acquaintances than work colleagues) having a conversation a few weeks ago. They were making some very graphic comments about a certain little blogslut and the way she was dressed. I was wearing a very short skirt and some particularly high stiletto heels that day and spent a good few minutes bent over my desk in a slightly provocative way as I messed with the wires round the back of my computer screen as it wasn’t working properly. Their thoughts to each other were based around this situation and the animalistic impulse desires they may have had at that time. Unfortunately their conversation was cut a little short by me having to turn the corner into the part of the corridor they were in, leaving them wondering if I’d heard any of their conversation and how much. I had heard enough – I had stood around the corner for 20 seconds or so, eavesdropping, before I turned the corner to interrupt them. I had to hide the huge grin on my face as I nonchalantly passed them with a “hi” and a small smile. I love the affect I have on guys on those days when I really “slut it up” for work!
How often do I “slut it up” for work, I hear you ask? I like to look at it this way – if a girl was to wear a mini-skirt to work every day, people would just expect to see her in a mini skirt and it would be no big deal. However, if she wears a mini skirt once every couple of weeks, then every time she walks into the room, all heads will turn as they think “is it going to be today?”. That’s my philosophy – do it enough to keep up peoples lustful hope, but not too often so as to keep them wanting.
I’m hoping to update my blog with several shorter blogs over the coming weeks to keep the blog ticking over, and to keep me in all of your lustful thoughts on a more regular basis. So if there are any questions you want to ask me that you’d like me to answer in this blog, then please, please e-mail them to me/us at blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk.
And also don’t forget, if you want to subscribe to my blog, where you will get an e-mail and direct link every time I post an entry, then please visit this link, and type in your e-mail address. (your name is optional, but doesn’t get seen by anybody other than me anyway). http://blogslut.bravehost.com/blog.html - if you have any problems with this link but would still like to subscribe, then please e-mail me and I’ll add you manually.
Until next time everybody – take care, and have fun! :-) xx
I’ve just been busy with so many commitments as of late, that I just haven’t been able to find the time to sit down properly in the right frame of mind to actually write any interesting blogs.
But I am really sorry – to make it up to you… free blow jobs for all… please form an orderly queue!! Haha
25 days to go until I get my exam results to see just how badly I failed the exam that I didn’t do any study for whatsoever. I know I’ve failed, but is it wrong of me to still hold out the feint hope that maybe I scraped through? I have to say, if by some miracle I do pass, then I’ll be dancing through the streets naked cone August 17th!!
I overheard a couple of guys I work with (well I say work with – they work for the same company but not the same department, so they’re more work acquaintances than work colleagues) having a conversation a few weeks ago. They were making some very graphic comments about a certain little blogslut and the way she was dressed. I was wearing a very short skirt and some particularly high stiletto heels that day and spent a good few minutes bent over my desk in a slightly provocative way as I messed with the wires round the back of my computer screen as it wasn’t working properly. Their thoughts to each other were based around this situation and the animalistic impulse desires they may have had at that time. Unfortunately their conversation was cut a little short by me having to turn the corner into the part of the corridor they were in, leaving them wondering if I’d heard any of their conversation and how much. I had heard enough – I had stood around the corner for 20 seconds or so, eavesdropping, before I turned the corner to interrupt them. I had to hide the huge grin on my face as I nonchalantly passed them with a “hi” and a small smile. I love the affect I have on guys on those days when I really “slut it up” for work!
How often do I “slut it up” for work, I hear you ask? I like to look at it this way – if a girl was to wear a mini-skirt to work every day, people would just expect to see her in a mini skirt and it would be no big deal. However, if she wears a mini skirt once every couple of weeks, then every time she walks into the room, all heads will turn as they think “is it going to be today?”. That’s my philosophy – do it enough to keep up peoples lustful hope, but not too often so as to keep them wanting.
I’m hoping to update my blog with several shorter blogs over the coming weeks to keep the blog ticking over, and to keep me in all of your lustful thoughts on a more regular basis. So if there are any questions you want to ask me that you’d like me to answer in this blog, then please, please e-mail them to me/us at blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk.
And also don’t forget, if you want to subscribe to my blog, where you will get an e-mail and direct link every time I post an entry, then please visit this link, and type in your e-mail address. (your name is optional, but doesn’t get seen by anybody other than me anyway). http://blogslut.bravehost.com/blog.html - if you have any problems with this link but would still like to subscribe, then please e-mail me and I’ll add you manually.
Until next time everybody – take care, and have fun! :-) xx
Monday, 18 May 2009
Holidays, Exams, and Work-Work-Work!
Hi everybody,
It’s been a while since you heard from me, I know, and I am truly sorry. Thanks for all the e-mails asking where I was and if I was okay etc. It makes me realise that you do care! Lol
I’m back in study mode at the moment, as I try once again to be the hottest and sexiest college chick around and pick up my accountancy studies again after an 18 month break. I really haven’t done as much work as I should have though, especially with my exam less than two weeks away. To indicate how little work I have actually done, I’m taking a paper on corporate and business LAW, but up until a week ago, I thought it was corporate and business TAX that my paper was on! I think that really shows how unprepared I am, and also the fact that my study text books were still in their original cellophane wrapping until just days ago!
I think I may have to pull out the big guns for this one. With the exam format being that the passing mark changes depending on how well everybody does, if lots of people get high marks, the pass mark may be 60%, if most people do poorly, the pass mark could be 50%. So it gets me thinking, how few clothes would I have to wear to my exam to distract everybody enough that they all do so poorly that I can scrape a pass having not particularly studied at all? Oh, life’s big questions, how you torture me so!
I’ve been incredibly busy lately even without study though. I’m a bit of a go-to-girl at work when it comes to problem solving projects. It’s like the other side of me that often gets overlooked in this blog. I overlook my super intelligence and brilliance in favour of my sluttiness! LOL. But in all seriousness, at work I often get given the problem projects or tasks, with the reasoning being that I love a challenge to sink my teeth into, and I’m pretty good at getting to the bottom of things, solving the problems, and creating new checks and procedures that help prevent them from becoming a problem again. I think I’m so good at it due to my determination and abilities combined with my friendly, flirty nature. I find it’s a lot easier to solve problems when you have the type of personality that encourages people to want to help you, and I feel I have that. It almost feels like I’m in a work performance review here instead of writing a blog! Lol. So I spend a lot of time at work getting things handed over to me to work on, and then handing things back over when I’ve done what I need to do on them. The problem with this is when the crossovers become a bit tight, I get handed a new thing to do on the assumption that something else is winding down and is ready to be handed back over to somebody else, but if there are any delays, I end up hanging onto things for a month or so extra, and suddenly my workload is incredibly full and I have too many balls to juggle.
I like to liken it to an orgy – once you get more than three guys in there, suddenly I run out of places to put them! LOL
So, to sum it up, currently at work I have a few too many guys, I’ve ran out of places to put them, and they’re all feeling a little neglected that I’m not giving them as much attention as they deserve, which causes me to work extra hard and put in the extra hours to make the extra time to dedicate to each one.
And away from work, we went away on holiday a few weeks ago. It wasn’t a big holiday, we like to call it our secondary holiday – a cheap and cheerful week in the South Wales countryside. We’ll do a bigger, better, “sun, sea, and sand” holiday in a few months time, which will be our primary holiday for the year.
We had a really good time though, I love doing countryside holidays as I get to take my dogs with us and spend some quality time with them in giant parks, fields and beaches just having a blast. And originally being a South Wales starlet myself, and being damn proud of that fact, I also love any chance I get to head back to home soil.
And after quite a few trips to South Wales in the past couple of years that I’ve dragged J along to, he has finally agreed with me that South Wales has by far the prettiest female population around. Everywhere you go, gorgeous and beautiful girls everywhere. I always stood by the fact that Wales was full of the pretty people of the world, but J was never truly convinced. Despite the fact that’s where I come from, surely he wouldn’t need any more proof than that!! LOL. But he had to agree this time as I pointed out every pretty girl we saw on our trip, and there was no denying that I pointed out a lot of girls!
It always reminded me of one of my Dad’s favourite quotes – my dad being a stout northern Englishman who met my stunning and beautiful (and Welsh) mother whilst he was working in Wales nearly 30 years ago. He always used to say in an absolutely awful put-on Welsh accent, “They sure make them pretty in the valleys!” It was a joke at my mum’s expense really, as she has a really thick but natural Welsh accent. I’m somewhere in between if anybody was wondering, I have a noticeable but slight Welsh twang left in my otherwise accent-less voice.
Anyway, I just wanted to check in with everybody to say hello, and assure you all that I’m still alive and kicking! I’m going to go hit the books hard for a few weeks now and hopefully pass my exam and put myself back firmly on the path of becoming a financial whiz on the way to earning the big bucks.
So I’ll speak to you all again in the first couple of weeks of June! Hopefully in a positive “my exam went well” type of mood!
Lots of love and kisses
Your faithful Blogslut xx
It’s been a while since you heard from me, I know, and I am truly sorry. Thanks for all the e-mails asking where I was and if I was okay etc. It makes me realise that you do care! Lol
I’m back in study mode at the moment, as I try once again to be the hottest and sexiest college chick around and pick up my accountancy studies again after an 18 month break. I really haven’t done as much work as I should have though, especially with my exam less than two weeks away. To indicate how little work I have actually done, I’m taking a paper on corporate and business LAW, but up until a week ago, I thought it was corporate and business TAX that my paper was on! I think that really shows how unprepared I am, and also the fact that my study text books were still in their original cellophane wrapping until just days ago!
I think I may have to pull out the big guns for this one. With the exam format being that the passing mark changes depending on how well everybody does, if lots of people get high marks, the pass mark may be 60%, if most people do poorly, the pass mark could be 50%. So it gets me thinking, how few clothes would I have to wear to my exam to distract everybody enough that they all do so poorly that I can scrape a pass having not particularly studied at all? Oh, life’s big questions, how you torture me so!
I’ve been incredibly busy lately even without study though. I’m a bit of a go-to-girl at work when it comes to problem solving projects. It’s like the other side of me that often gets overlooked in this blog. I overlook my super intelligence and brilliance in favour of my sluttiness! LOL. But in all seriousness, at work I often get given the problem projects or tasks, with the reasoning being that I love a challenge to sink my teeth into, and I’m pretty good at getting to the bottom of things, solving the problems, and creating new checks and procedures that help prevent them from becoming a problem again. I think I’m so good at it due to my determination and abilities combined with my friendly, flirty nature. I find it’s a lot easier to solve problems when you have the type of personality that encourages people to want to help you, and I feel I have that. It almost feels like I’m in a work performance review here instead of writing a blog! Lol. So I spend a lot of time at work getting things handed over to me to work on, and then handing things back over when I’ve done what I need to do on them. The problem with this is when the crossovers become a bit tight, I get handed a new thing to do on the assumption that something else is winding down and is ready to be handed back over to somebody else, but if there are any delays, I end up hanging onto things for a month or so extra, and suddenly my workload is incredibly full and I have too many balls to juggle.
I like to liken it to an orgy – once you get more than three guys in there, suddenly I run out of places to put them! LOL
So, to sum it up, currently at work I have a few too many guys, I’ve ran out of places to put them, and they’re all feeling a little neglected that I’m not giving them as much attention as they deserve, which causes me to work extra hard and put in the extra hours to make the extra time to dedicate to each one.
And away from work, we went away on holiday a few weeks ago. It wasn’t a big holiday, we like to call it our secondary holiday – a cheap and cheerful week in the South Wales countryside. We’ll do a bigger, better, “sun, sea, and sand” holiday in a few months time, which will be our primary holiday for the year.
We had a really good time though, I love doing countryside holidays as I get to take my dogs with us and spend some quality time with them in giant parks, fields and beaches just having a blast. And originally being a South Wales starlet myself, and being damn proud of that fact, I also love any chance I get to head back to home soil.
And after quite a few trips to South Wales in the past couple of years that I’ve dragged J along to, he has finally agreed with me that South Wales has by far the prettiest female population around. Everywhere you go, gorgeous and beautiful girls everywhere. I always stood by the fact that Wales was full of the pretty people of the world, but J was never truly convinced. Despite the fact that’s where I come from, surely he wouldn’t need any more proof than that!! LOL. But he had to agree this time as I pointed out every pretty girl we saw on our trip, and there was no denying that I pointed out a lot of girls!
It always reminded me of one of my Dad’s favourite quotes – my dad being a stout northern Englishman who met my stunning and beautiful (and Welsh) mother whilst he was working in Wales nearly 30 years ago. He always used to say in an absolutely awful put-on Welsh accent, “They sure make them pretty in the valleys!” It was a joke at my mum’s expense really, as she has a really thick but natural Welsh accent. I’m somewhere in between if anybody was wondering, I have a noticeable but slight Welsh twang left in my otherwise accent-less voice.
Anyway, I just wanted to check in with everybody to say hello, and assure you all that I’m still alive and kicking! I’m going to go hit the books hard for a few weeks now and hopefully pass my exam and put myself back firmly on the path of becoming a financial whiz on the way to earning the big bucks.
So I’ll speak to you all again in the first couple of weeks of June! Hopefully in a positive “my exam went well” type of mood!
Lots of love and kisses
Your faithful Blogslut xx
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