Phew, being a tourist is just exhausting. But then so is being a sexy babe. We sort of split up a bit last night. Dad and Uncle Robert fancied going out on the town. I haven't talked to them yet, so I don't know what they got up to. And Auntie Kate took me off to bed real early - so I don't know how Mum amused herself. So I can report is that Katie and I spent all evening making love. Real slow girlie love. I don't think it makes very interesting reading. I don't have mummy's skill in making an hour's pussy eating come alive. Kate nearly killed me with her tongue. When she brought me off she wouldn't stop, wouldn't let me recover or catch my breadth. She'd just plough on as if nothing had happened. And it would be too much, too sensitive for a minute, and then she would have me climbing towards another climax. And I'd be shouting I couldn't take any more, but Auntie Kate would give it to me anyhow. My poor pussy is still tingly this morning.
Can't believe the holiday is nearly done - we've only got today and tomorrow before we pack and leave on Saturday. And Weather Channel says it's going to shower tomorrow. So I've decided to go manic today and do something indoors tomorrow. Oh, and Mum has twisted Kate's arm about visiting Kate's new boyfriend, Jurgen for lunch tomorrow - she didn't want us all descending on the poor guy, doing that Adams Family thing and frightening him off. But I've already seen him in the lift once. He was going out for a run. Niccccccce butt and lunchbox!
I have to say, New York has some great lingerie shops! Though half the stuff has different names - they brought me something the size of a small tent when I asked for knickers.
Mum got...
>Black thin mesh see-through g-string and matching tiny-bra top - which she looks fab in (and I can wear)
>Black very wide-mesh thong teddy - more holes than material
>Chocolate Love Cream (oh, honestly)
>A black leather g-string harness (to strap on a dildo)
>A dildo to go with it (a Johnny - really, who thinks up these names)
>A really long 6½" butt plug with like a ripples contour (she said it was for Dad)
Kate got...
>Black leather bustier with matching choker and panties
>Steel Speculum (she's so hardcore sometimes)
>10" Crystal Wand (made of acrylic, not crystal) with 7 page G-spot instruction guide - Kate is very G-spot focused
>Duo Balls - like Ben-Wa balls but better
>Kegelcisor (a heavy metal blubed dildo for really working those vaginal muscles!)
I got ...
>I nearly got a baby doll outfit, but Kate and Mum said it wasn't really me any more, so I got a lace and mesh chemise.
>Something called a Micro Dolphin, you wear it like a g-string, but nestling on top of my clit is a small blue dolphin which vibrates softly. I love it - it's so cute and it leaves your hands free!
Oh, and an adaptor plug so I can recharge back in England.
But funnily, have getting all this top sexy gear - nothing really happened in the evening. We all just hung around in various states of undress, too pooped to be kinky. The pace must be getting to us!
Well Sunday's party broke the ice! But yesterday was major tourist day, so we wore out all the grown ups! Eventually, Auntie Kate got up and showed me how to table dance. Daddy and Uncle Robert stroked each other's cocks, while Mummy used a small vibrator on her clit and a huge black dildo in her pussy - while Kate and I took it in turns to dance in their faces.
Uncle Robert came for me, all over my g-string and down my thighs, and Daddy shot his load over Auntie Kate buttocks and the small of her back. And poor Mummy came on her own. But sportingly, she got up and danced for Kate and me. She was hot too! She had all the moves right! I was surprised. I was using Mum's vibrator - it was a nifty toy, I want one - and came in a jiffy, and them came again.
Kate was making slower work with the dildo, till Mummy took a step back and started pissing on Auntie Kate's pussy, tummy, tits and then in her mouth. That brought Kate off really hard. It also made the boys hard (again).
Robert and Daddy wrestled Mum to the floor and jumped on her - Uncle Robert up mummy's pussy and Daddy in mummy's mouth. Kate and I helped. I kneeled behind Uncle Robert and stroked his balls and fingered his arse and he pumped Mum, and Auntie Kate did a similar thing for Daddy. Daddy took his cock out of Mum's mouth and pissed all over her face and body and down over Robert's pussy fucking cock. Robert came big.
Then he stood up, took a step in front of Daddy, and had his own piss over Daddy, Kate's behind and Mummy underneath. Kate came - she'd been playing with herself with her free hand. And Mum came - I'd been eating Uncle Robert's cum out of Kate's pussy. And finally Dad filled Mum's mouth and chin with his cum.
And I thought they were tired! Well they bloody well are now!
Today we're splitting up. The boys are going to see an aircraft carrier or something. And we're going to buy some lingerie and some sex toys. I think I know who'll have more fun!
Well I'm not sure that we came to New York for the cloud and rain. I can get that at home thank you. So we stayed in last night - bit jet lagged still. We messed around a bit. Mum, me and Kate were dressed for bed - or undressed really - we'd slipped out of our wet things and just put on our night tee-shirts (except me, it's half way through my period, so I had some knickers and a tampon on too). Jack stares endlessly every time Auntie Katie got her tits out to feed her little boys. Dad and Uncle Robert were quite excited too, so Mum organised some sexy party games.
Mum borrowed some dice off Jack, and we each had a number. I was number 2. She rolled one die for who, one for a partner, and a third for a helper. First it was Kate with Jack helped by Mum. Jack, of course, had no idea what to do, so Mum had a little think and then whispered into Jack's ear. Together, they opened Auntie Kate's legs open wide. Mum rolled Jack's hand into a little fist, guided it to the neck of Kate's pussy, and pushed his hand up inside. Kate loved it! Jack laughed as he punched his auntie's sticky cunt. While Kate and Jack were busy, Mum rolled again.
This time it was her, with Daddy again, helped by Jack. Mum immediately put her finger in to Daddy's mouth, making it all wet and slippy. And then, being careful not to distract Jack from fisting his Auntie, pushed her finger up Jack's bottom, while Jack stroked Daddy's stiff cock.
I grabbed the dice - impatient for some fun! But it was Jack with Kate - yet again - helped by Mum (everyone's little helper!). Mum guided Kate's hand to Jack's hard cock, and together, they started jacking him off. He gave me this stupid grin.
I rolled again. Number 2 - me! At last. With our Kate, helped by Dad. But Dad was still messing with Jack. So he laid him down on Katie's chest, and squeezed Kate's milky tit into Jack's mouth, and my brother started to feed. Dad positioned me right over Kate's face, so my pussy was only an inch above her eyes.
My father entered me with his bone hard cock. I knew my auntie could see every cunt lipped and cock veined detail as my Dad began to hurriedly stroke up inside me. I started to cum. I looked at Mum. Behind her, Uncle Robert was standing, obviously doing something pleasant to my Mum. I don't know if the dice told him too do that, of if he just got bored being the only one left out! God my Daddy was a good fuck. I continued cuming, and underneath me, I could hear Auntie Kate's screams of pleasure from her Jack's fisting and feeding, watching my cunt get stuffed by my father.
Suddenly Dad was gone from me - I nearly fell over. Then I could feel wetness splash over my pussy and run down my thighs. I looked down, back along my body, down between my legs, and could see my Daddy's cum dripping off my rear end, down on to Kate's face.
I sat on Kate's face, rocking my hips till my pussy sat on her mouth and I felt her tongue probe my tenderness. I climaxed again. I felt my buttocks get warm and wet and looked behind to watch my Daddy piss over my backside, and over what little you could see of Kate's face underneath it. I lifted my arse a little so that Dad could piss properly over Kate's face. Kate climaxed again.
I watched Mum pull out the finger she'd had up Jack's bum, and stick it in her own mouth - and cum jointly with Robert behind her, who ejaculated into whatever hole he was filling [her soft pussy actually].
And we where done and done in!.
I've been a bad blogger. So I thought I'd try and write about our holiday. Work with the fact that I'm awake with jet lag. Of course, if nothing interesting happens, it wont be very long!
We're a bit cramped, with 8 of us. I'm sleeping with Mum and Auntie Kate in the main bedroom - good thing it's King size. The Owen and Sam beds have been pushed together so that Jack can sleep with them. Dad has a fold-away camp bed and poor Uncle Robert the sofa.
Auntie Kate looked fantastic when we finally arrived. She was wearing a one piece lyrca black cat suit that clung to every curve of her slim body. She was really excited about us coming. I must try it on. She flustered about us, hugging and kissing and being lovely. I was a bit pooped, though, and slid off the bed pretty early. I went straight to sleep.
But Mum and Katie woke me up when they came to bed. They were a bit tipsy. I think they'd been having fun and games in the living room 'cos they were all cuddly and kissey and giggly and Sschhh'ing each other to be quiet. And Kate lay on top of Mummy and began kissing her and whispering in her ear. And I kinda thought it was nice and kinda felt grumpy they'd woken me - I love my sleep - and kinda felt guilty, 'cos I didn't want to be a damp squid when Mum and Katie don't get to spend much time together. And I was sorta worried that they might make love to each other for ages.
I know what you're thinking - why didn't I just join in. That would of been the porn video thing to do. But people need time together - alone. Or as alone as you can be with three in a bed. So I loudly rolled over - that made them be quieter. And tried not to think about it. Actually, the soft sticky sounds of kissing is quite relaxing - and I was so knackered - that I must of drifted off to sleep. Till now - when it's the middle of the bloody night! And I've written my blog and emailed my friends. I might go and try and snuggle with my Daddy - I always slept well with him.
I'm just waiting for the limo we ordered for Emily and family to get back from JFK. So it might be a week before we surface blogland again!
Well we make a fine trio. I'm turning nut-brown in the beautiful May English sun, Laura's revising and Kate's gone loopy-loo with her Danish Bacon. Well, I'd like at least to report that life is good. Not especially sexy. Sat out under the big oak tree at the back of the playing fields, sunning myself at lunch time. My little angel Rita sat next to me, all of a 12 year old quiver, worshiping her Goddess (which surprisingly turns out to be me). Couldn't do anything in public, but just being together, like two beautiful cats stretched out in the mid-day sun, was very nice. Kind of loving with the sex bit.
OK, too too busy to report in. When I'm not being Mummsy, I'm shagging the pants off Jurgen. Yes!!! We're an item. Bingo! I'd quite forgotten how all embracing a fresh love can be!
Oh, and nice arse story, Em. I think you've got a great arse too :)
Get home, make cup of tea, go to slump in living room. Find Anthony with Robbie, his little 19 year old twink. Robbie is kneeling over the coffee table, his bare arse nestling in front of my husband. Anthony is arse fucking him while reaching round underneath to stroke his cock. They both turn and grin inanely at me. I sit down on the sofa with my cuppa and watch my big boys get very big and hot together.
They heave and pant and huff in that muscular guy gay sex thing that is very hot to watch. "Sweetie" Anthony beckons me, "come and join us, darling ... I wanna feel the difference".
It's not a great offer, but it's the only offer I've had all day, so I get down on the floor, and kneel beside Robbie. Anthony retracts gently out of the lad, checks his condom, and quickly scrapping down my panties, positions himself on the lip of my sweet pink arsehole.
"Hey!" I cried, fearing I'm too try dry, but Anthony's condom is well lubed, and he slides up into me with uncomfortable ease. He strokes firmly up into my arse for a minute, and pulls out and mounts Robbie arse again. He really starts going for it and Robbie is struggling to grip the coffee table firmly enough.
I can see Anthony's close to cuming, but to my surprise he pulls out again, shuffles behind me, and guides himself up my arse again. It feels a lot better this time. Much less uncomfortable. Quickly, my lovely hubby builds up the pace. Banging my arse with his rock hard cock, till he pulls out of me, whips off the condom, and starts ejaculating into the small of my back and all over my smooth buttocks.
Robbie and Anthony both dip down and lick the cum off my back. But Robbie positions himself behind me, and inserts his long cock up my arse. I can feel his fat head scrape up inside my rectum. He begins to give a strong regular long deep arse fuck. Jesus it was good. I started cuming myself. This drives Robbie up higher, slamming into me, rocking my whole body, till suddenly he was gone from me.
I look over to watch him crotch over my husband and drive his cock straight down into my husband arse. Robbie fucks him by lowering and raising himself above Anthony. Anthony grunts with the impact of the invasion of his colon, but it only takes five minutes for Robbie to climax and drive his spunk down deep into my husband's arse. Robbie pulls out of Anthony with a plop.
We all sit for a moment - cum leaking out of Anthony's arse. Grinning. Till I broach the subject ... "so, whose arse was a better fuck?"
"Oh you were Em" Robbie gushes.
"Oh yeah, absolutely, darling ... you've got just this great arse for fucking. Really beautiful." My loyal husband agrees.
I smile at the flattery. But how do I know they just aren't being gentlemen?
We were sorting through men's underwear, and just for a moment, as i was trying to encourage Jurgen to pick something risque, I thought. Oh my God, he's going to tell me he loves me as friend, and I'm very sweet and dear to him, but he's gay!
He was getting frighteningly camp about men's knickers. Instead he lasered me with his soft blue eyes and said, "are you sure your husband is okay with this?" Well if that isn't a guilty question from someone who's been joining up the dots in his head, and found a dirty picture, I don't know what is! He's got the hots for me. Now, how shall I pluck him: the Emmanuel heavy romance thing? The sleazy slut? The - oh, Jurgen, we mustn't - little Miss Innocent? Choices, choices!
His name is Jurgen. He's from Denmark. His accent is Swedish chef on steroids one minute, and silken the next. He notices little things - like my hands (I used to do some work as a hand model back in London). He is tall, 6' 2", blond, pale blue eyed, square-jawed, broad shouldered. Your basic master-race type.
We had coffee this morning, and despite some manoeuvring on my part, he resisted the temptation to jump all over me. Perhaps he feels inhibited by the boyz. Can't say if he's into sharing, yet, Emily darling, or what he's into. I just guess I'm assuming all handsome Danes are grossly kinky and liberal in their perverted sexiness.
I told Robert I was going to fuck him, and Robert was his usual - oh I don't know sweetie, what if it all goes wrong, having a lover just down the hall could be too much - you know the way he fusses over me sometimes. Hopefully we're having lunch today - I said I'd take him shopping, he hasn't been for new clothes in a frightening length of time, if you catch my drift. Should be nice. Had hoped to do some sunbathing on the roof, but the weather's pretty shitty still. hope it improves for your visit.
Oh my God, my princess sister is including smiley faces in her blogs - I'm scared! You're not going to go all fluffy on me are you darling? Remember what Daddy used to say, "Sugar and Spice and All Things Nice - that's my Emily and Kate" - you were the Spice. Please spare us all from a Katie in Luv. But do do do give details: Name, Age, Physical Dimensions, Distinguishing Marks, Major Personality Traits, History, Style, Mannerisms and are you happy to share?
Anyhow, I know things have been a bit barren, this is because ... [real life deleted] ... but I went out with Lindsey last night. We meet at the pool, had a bit of swim (gotta stay trim), had a meal, and then popped back to her place for some finger-licking good lezzie pussy action.
It was really nice to spend some time with just her and not the whole family sexual Olympics thing we usually do together. It's just fun to kiss someone with small soft lips and a little pointy tongue that can sneak into all the sweetest nooks and crannies.
Guys, I seem to be shouldering the whole burden of the 's sex life here. You've got to slap-on your seductive pouty lips a bit more here. At least I'm keeping my knickers round my ankles, as .... drum roll ... I might just have found a new lover and ... more drum rolling ... he's in the same apartment block and ... keep drumming ... you'll get to see him, Em, when your over here. Oh, and he's a God.
Well he's actually a copywriter. He works from home (how handy is that for a randy "home-maker"). He cooks, and he's helplessly in lust with me. Now admittedly, he's too classy to have actually made a lunge to whip my panties off on our first "date" - we had lunch together. But a woman knows when a guy has the hots for her. Well I do, anyhow.
Now I don't know who kinky he is. And I don't know how open he is to open relationships. and I don't know which are his sexy hot buttons. But he complains that he wastes too much time on the net when he should be working - so how big a clue is that? I'll keep you posted :-)
So it started with this homeless guy who sits near the front door of our apartment block. I was hailing a cab, when I suddenly realised he was looking up my mini-skirt - so I gave him a big bend over getting into cab, looked back at him at winked. He gave me this really big cheesy smile. Ah, the power of a white thong tucked between pink buttocks to cheer up a guy down on his luck.
Then this tall shop assistant guy was looking down my front, and the my braless nipples rose up through the stretched cotton of my tight tee shirt. and he seemed pleased too.
Then i tottered past this gang of workmen digging up the street, and they stopped and gazed admiringly at me, and I smiled and added an extra swish to my hips.
Then Robert brought home a huge bunch of flowers and a stiff erection that required immediate prolonged cock sucking before ejaculating messily down my long blonde hair.
So i guess it's spring.
Me and my super duper soft quiet vibrator were enjoying a damn fine bit of hot pussy stimulation while the boyz played quietly - it being another crappy day in NYC, cloud and rain i can get back in England.
Anyhow, i'm semi watching one of my watersports videos - if you like watching well buffed-up guys going at hammer and tongs, try gay watersports - makes a nice change from wacko Germans. So, I'm all well comfy and in the groove, and Owen comes in to the bedroom to check up on me. Perhaps I've been leading too sexy a life, but he completely fails to be phased by his Mummy's spread open legs and dripping wet blonde pussy.
His little brain is naturally not interested in the toy sliding over my clit. He does glance for a moment at the video of blokes pissing on each other - but it doesn't hold his fascination for long. He just climbs up on to the bed, sits besides me, and plays quietly - as I return to playing with myself. And soon, I started cuming, and cuming, and it was good, really good. And as I subside into the bed Owen turns to me and gravely asks, "Are you better, Mummy?".
Oh yes, much better!
However weird you think me and my family are, trust me, we're quite well adjusted and normal compared to the others out their. Like the woman, 40, sent to jail for a year for shagging a 13 year old boy. Or the father kills daughter to end misery story - which follows the usual, they shot horses don't they, line of reasoning. Well, I can go along with Dad helping her daughter take 130 pills. It's the plastic bag over the head bit that seems a bit excessive. But then, if you're going to kill your daughter, I guess you can't be screamish about it. But my favourite of the day, is the polygamy case in - where else - Utah. However immoral you think I am, there's always a God-fearing luny Christian somewhere who has five wives, one of whom he started fucking when she was 13. Phew, the fun you can have when God says it's OK. Now if we had more of that I'm sure God would be a lot more popular. Why, I'm nearly tempted to convert. Nearly ...
I had a real good feeling about this weekend. Something major kinky was going to happen. I've even dusted off (wiped down) my kinky clothes wardrobe for your visit, Emily. Sometimes the anticipation can be a very horny thing. I found myself dressing up a bit, just checking I could carry off a cat-suit without looking like a dumpling with a fat-arse (oh yes I can!). Which all made me rather horny, and me and my best-friend finger enjoyed some very tender moments together - thank you, Oh beautiful finger.
Then Robert came back from the office, got instantly horny in that light-switch way guys do when you're dressed in black PVC, and fucked me with a passion. Or at least, with as much passion as you can manage while your three old son is asking you where his favourite Thomas the bloody Tank Engine is!
OK, so it didn't turn out as kinky as I'd hoped, but the anticipation is rising. can't wait till you're here sis.
Graham, my neighbour, is not an attractive man - well, no, he is quite hunky - but the way he treats his pretty wife Cheryl and his delightful daughter Ellis is very unattractive. And he's hanging over the garden fence, ostensibly asking Laura if she wouldn't mind baby-sitting Ellis last night if she didn't have anything planned, but actually taking a good long pervy look and Laura and me sunbathing wearing only the thongs of our bikini bottoms.
Well what are you going to do - cover up our bare chests just because you prevy neighbour is going to ogle at you, or do what you want and have nicely tanned titties? (And yes, before anyone says the ogling is sort of nice).
Anyhow, it was about midnight when I strolled round to collect Laura. Well perhaps "stroll" is a rather flattering term, I was pretty tanked up. Had spent the evening over the road at Penny's. She'd filled my mouth with Gin and Tonic, my ear with hot gossip about the wild doings of the PR world, and my pussy with her fist. So I was a pretty happy, very tipsy, sexed up bunny.
Graham opened the door wearing his Lord Of Doom outfit: all studded black leather, curl (face thingy - it's too early for spellings), choker, bodice (!), posing poach, stockings, suspenders and garter.
Well I giggled, of course, he looked very silly in that way only ludicrously dressed men can. He invited me in. I declined. Yes Yes - I know you very much want to hear how he attached mouse traps to my nipples and dribbled burning hot wax on my cunt, while his wife and daughter, both suspended from the ceiling, watched helplessly, and my daughter whipped my titties and pissed in my face.
Sure, I understand that. But the power of Gin is far stronger than the power of any Master, and you just can't do BDSM games while pissing yourself laughing, it just ruins the moment - if I had a penny for every time my poor botty got whacked for laughing at inappropriate moments - and that was just at Primary School!
"That bloke is seriously weird!" Laura hissed as we walked back home.
"Actually darling, that bloke is tragically normal!" ... and we both giggled inappropriately.
Argh, to be a woman, the true superior being on this planet. And then I tripped and fell drunkenly into a passing hedge. Oh Bollocks!
One day you'll get it, Laura, one day you'll have some piss fun and you'll go - "Oh yeah, now I see!"
Oh well, the end of another week without a great deal of erotic activity. I must try harder this weekend, or at least get my tits out into the sun now that spring has suddenly arrived.
Jack was having more fun than me. I found him wanking on the sofa with Lindsey's two boys - Dylan and Finbar. Jack and Dylan are both becoming quite young men - Dylan with a small fluff of dark straight pubes (just like his Mum). Puberty and the joys of ejaculating can't be far off. They were arguing over what to watch. Jack really likes pregnant women and milky tits at the moment - heaven knows where that popped from!
It was my biggest chance of the week for naughty nasty play (my Rita's been off sick - I've visited a couple of times in the evening, but she's really not well) but I was running late to go out, so I had to leave them too it!
Laura was already out and presumably getting her pussy filled and Anthony had gone to work on his night-shift where he has a boyfriend to entertain his bottom. Hang on a minute, I'm meant to be the slut here - and my nookie rating is flat-lining! Hmmmmmmmmmm.
I don't how you two can get off on watersports. It's smelly. It's stings the eyes. With blokes it usually involves cocks that haven't been properly washed in several years. And it's basically gross! OK, sure, if you were a subbie then I could see it as dirty punishment. But otherwise, come on you guys, stop leaving puddles all over the place. Your worse than the cats spraying!
Hey Kate, you forgot the big no-no - pissing in the eyes: not funny and not healthy. Also pissing in the ear is a bit annoying; once Lindsey's husband did it by accident, and I was left holding my head over to one side, and banging my other ear with the flat of my hand to try and get it out - while everyone laughed at me unsympathetically.
On the plus side, there's the fun of pissing into someone's dilated anus - can you finish / fill it up before it closes. Or, if you can't take the pressure, a nice piss enema. Also, piss cocktails - mixing a bit of piss into a nice long drink - are a good icebreaker if you want to move a kinky party up to the next level of depravity.
One kind punter wrote:
"On the subject of shaven pubes. From a male standpoint I would prefer them to be clean-shaven. Why? Well when you give prolonged head through a thicket of hair you tend to accumulate, if not a hairball, at least a few stray hairs on your tongue, which detracts from the task at mouth. Having said that I do miss the bouquet of urine that does attach to pubic hair. Also if the hair is too long it can get in the way of penetration.
"Of course if you shave there is the problem of regrowth. I am ambivalent about five a clock shadow. Sometimes I think it looks grotty, other times sexy. If the stubble is like sandpaper it can feel great to wipe the head of your cock over it, but only for a short time. If you have a lot of stubble on your lips it can lead to severe gravel rash around the base of your cock as you take the lips in at the end of each stroke. Where to stop is another consideration. For me a bald pussy and a hairy arse do not jell. So if you do the pussy, you have to do the bum as well.
"Method? Shaving? Electrolysis? Plucking? Waxing? [Lasering, Emily] I suppose it depends on how much and how vigorous the growth is. Jesus I've gone on about this. Lastly I would just say that the appearance of a shaven pussy evokes that of young girls and of course you can see the detail."
Well, I kinda feel that nature has it reasons for pubes, so don't mess with it. But of course, I do!
Someone asked if I was still into watersports:
Oh yes, I love watersports very very much, it is my favourite sexy game. I started a long time ago - a long long time ago! - with my sister, Emily. We went pee on each other when we had a bath together.
I haven't done desperation games for a fair while (not pissing for as long as possible). Not since I was a mistress and stopped my sub from going toilet all day. Never done it myself (have to wee too often!). I do deliberately wet my panties every now and then, when I want to feel naughty and I can get away with it! Sometimes I let myself pee just a tiny little - just to make my knickers a little wet and warm. I used to do that a lot when I used to work. Made me feel special when everyone else was being so normal. Now, at home, I sometimes just like to got to the toilet and piss through my panties without taking them off - I love to feel the wetness. Sometimes, when i have to change my boyz nappies, I have to do me too!
But mainly I like full pissing games: both giving and receiving. I always think sex should be light hearted. Even when I played as a mistress, I always had a sense of humour - except when I did it for money as escort, then you have to do what the customer wants!
I just find it impossible not to giggle when someone is peeing all over me - unless they are pissing in my mouth too much and I have to spit or swallow (depends on the taste). I particularly like to being washed in hot piss. Emily and I had this thing where we would stand over each other in turn and wash each other's long blonde hair in our pee. It was fantastic! Still is when we are together.
I also like watching someone being pissed on with their respectable clothes on. The Japanese are excellent for this. I think I like Japanese bukkake for the same reason. I can't tell you how many times I pissed on my friends best clothes! Oh, and finally, being pissed on my pussy when I'm playing with myself or pissing on other girls pussies or - especially - guys erections, is great! Phew! I think that covers everything! I think i'll have to put this in the blog!
Ohhhh, I forgot (I'm get far too excited here) the final thing that is so excellent, the thing that keeps you hovering between giggles and orgasms is never actually knowing when (if at all) someone who is trying to piss on you will actually start! Its certainly happened to me: you want to piss, you're full of piss, you're ready to piss, you're victim is excitedly waiting for you to piss, and you just bloody well can't! terrible and terribly funny.
A chap mailed me to ask if I didn't get-off on guys (people?) looking at me through my apartment windows, wanking themselves stupid as I get dressed or undressed, breast-feed my boyz, have a quiet girlie wank of my own, whatever ...
Well sure, sometimes. Sometimes it makes a dirty thing dirtier. Sometimes I like to stand naked at the window and watch people myself, especially in morning. I love to watch the worker bunnies march to the office and know that I don't have to. Lucky old "homemaker" me. So sure, guilty. But other times, you just want these tossers to get their own life, rather than watch mine.
The only time my Mum and I talked about such things was when I moved back home briefly, just before my wedding, and we were in the garage trying to find places to stuff all my gear from my flat in london, and she found my box of sex toys I'd used when I was a call girl.
She pulled out this huge shiny 15" black dildo and squealed"What's this for!!!?" and I acted all super cool while blushing and took it off her and put it back in the box saying only, "it's for men." And she picked up a string of anal beads - you know Emily, the red set - "or these?".
"There all for men, Mum." Being as vague as I possibly could be. I can't imagine what she'd of done if she knew she was holding something that had stuffed up rather a lot of people's bottoms, including yours, Emily, and mine.
I was trying to close the flaps of the cardboard box but she was on a mission, pulling out a 9" dildo with life-like veins, and held it up against the window to look at it properly, and then look at me, then look back at it.
She was lost in fascination, "good lord" she said to herself, "I never knew they made things that looked just like your father's thingy". She must of realised what she said, 'cos she went bright pink, handed me the dildo and walked off.
I held it for a moment, wondering how much "just like" this plastic penis was to our Daddy's cock. Realised what I was thinking about, dropped it into the box, closed the flaps and stuck the box on a high shelf.
Mum was in the kitchen and I wondered what she was going to say, she made a cup of tea and we sat down, and she said, "those things ... are they only for men?". "Not really." I said, trying not to give out too much information. "Oh" was all she said, and changed the subject.
I went to sit with Mum last night for a couple of hours. We were chatting about nothing very much, you know how she is sometimes - all dreamy. We got to what a tasty piece of eye candy Collin Firth is. It's a bit odd sharing a fantasy man with your 63 year old Mum. When she suddenly says, "you know, I was 24 before I first masturbated".
I nearly had kittens, "Mummmmmmmmmm!" I cried. "Well darling" she carries on, "nice girls didn't do that sort of thing then, it was all a bit mysterious. It was your Daddy who showed me what fun it could be." And she's laughing her tits off as I'm "Oh Mum-myyyyyyyyy, please!"
Just to make me even more embarrassed, she then pops up with, "well when did you start darling". I'm totally flustered and have to meekly confess I was eight, and she peers over the top of her glasses and smiles, and does that "oh em-er-ley" voice, but with a giggle in it, and then she picks up the Radio Times, still chuckling, and looks up what's on telly as if everything is just normal. Perhaps she's going dotty - she NEVER talks about sex, EVER! Weird!
At least you only get guys jacking off at you in the pool. From my apartment, if I don't draw the curtains, you get half a dozen telescopes peering down at from all the apartment blocks around - one of the downsides to having a corner apartment. Perhaps it's just being an English chick in New York thing, but I'm still shocked how blatant people are about spying on each other in Manhattan. Gives me the spooks every time I'm pottering round the flat in the nudie and I suddenly realise I'm offering a free peep show to half the upper westside.
Heaven knows what it would be like in a low rent area! Worse in winter, when you have the lights on and you're all lit up like a fucking christmas tree. Especially if I'm having a private moment myself - fingers rolling slooooooooooooooowly over the clit - only to realise any old tosser can look in. Yuck.
So the bees are buzzing, and the girls in my Year Ten class are managing to be both nearly naked and still just about in school uniform, and Laura and I are discussing whether to shave our little beavers off completely, or just leave a little rectangle, or go European hairy for a change and luxuriate in our blonde pubes (why don't Anglo-Saxons like body hair?).
All the classic signs of spring. Confirmed when a man flashed me in the swimming pool. I wasn't sure at first - you never are - my head was far far away, being Miss Goggle-eyed Torpedo-woman, the fastest fish in the water.
I love it when guys get all competitive and start to put on a bit of a spurt as I start to over take them. I like to toy with them, let them keep up with me for half a lap, give them false hope, before turning it up a gear, doing a full tumble turn at the end and letting them flounder as they watch my kicking heels (or my pussy) as I speed off up the pool.
Anyhow, there was this guy standing in the shallow end, watching me bobbing up and down towards him. When, on one of my down bobs, I caught a glimpse of something that didn't quite belong. It took a moment to register, out of context. And then I realised he was wanking at me as I swam.
Now, I don't mind men jacking off watching me. Actually, I rather like it. But only when they're been invited. Flashing a woman in this way is just so cheap and nasty and so - well, asexual.
So I stopped swimming, stood up, looked at him, thought of a devastatingly witty put down (but only a couple of hours later) - so found myself saying "fuck off!" instead. And then swam over to an intendant to complain. The bloke legged it out of the pool and pissed off double quick, so they didn't catch him. Which was a shame. And you might think I'm being a bit of hippo, as a sneaky side of me is the Slut Queen, and I've flashed myself quite a few times (though usually only when under the influence). But that's completely different.
Hey Emily and Laura. There's the glam side too to being a top hooker. If you can carry it off with style - if you can get paid top whack for your personal services - it gives you a great lift. You can feel like dynamite with a string of diamonds - and have them to wear too!
Mum, there are some other reasons for being a whore! There's the scummy dirt of it - the filth can be (NOT always) - but can be cool if you get in it. And when you wash a guy off you, you can feel soooo very clean.
One of the first times I did it, and I thought I did it really well, I just enjoyed being a whore, enjoyed being dirty, and enjoyed washing it all away and becoming normal again.
So there was this bit on the BBC News - yes I know I've banged on about this, but when it involves your daughter you take notice - anyhow, it was all about how 3% of students were becoming sex workers to pay there way through college since the ending of the student grant system.
What was interesting about the quite long report was that it doggedly stuck to talking about "students" - though it implicitly set slip occasionally that it was really primarily talking about female students (and certainly in the visuals). The story was the "students" were so hard up, they were being "forced" to the sex industry for quick easy money. Now, this is interesting for several reasons (go on now, stick with me here).
1. If 3% of all students are involved in the sex industry, then, ergo, 6% of female students are - one in every seventeen (or one in every class pretty much).
2. If the female students are being "forced" by lack of money to do this (implicitly terrible) thing, what are the boys doing? Starving? Stealing? Drug-pushing? Eating-babies? I think we should be told. Of course, the answer is, they don't have this option, so they do other stuff to cope. But then, if there is other stuff you could do, you can't really claim to be "forced".
3. It was assumed that these "nice" students - all presumably from good middle class homes - are being "forced" into becoming "fallen women" - OK, they didn't use that term, but it was part of the sub-text.
No where was it suggested that young women could become sex workers for other reasons, such as (a) greed for easy money, or that (b) being in control of their bodies, they are comfortable profiting by it.
Now, I'm not suggesting that some women don't feel "forced". But I am suggesting that becoming a sex worker is a fairly fundamental existential choice. These women and girls, like mine, choose to profit from the libidos of men. My Laura is certainly not forced to it. She likes the money. She likes the control over men. She like the admiration of her friends who think she's cool and brave. And she rather likes exploring her slutty side. She certainly doesn't feel "fallen".