Saturday, April 17, 2004
Emily: Raids and another old Blog (chat>
Well we've had some excitment and worry for Katie and Robert as the police raided local massage parlours looking for illegal immigrants. Unsurprisingly, it was one of the worst rated parlours in the area.
Meanwhile, I'm ploughing through the recovered old blog, and getting my desk tidy for the start of the new summer term.
February 2002
Wednesday, April 07, 2004
Emily: Another old blog recovered (chat)
Phew! This is a big job. I never realised I, Kate and Luara wrote so much! Anyhow, here's a couple more:
December 2001
January 2002
I'm assuming you're not interested in hearing how my Easter "holiday" spring cleaning is going. Have you ever noticed the lack of a mop fetish. Or perhaps I haven't noticed the existance alt.binaries.erotica.women.cleaning.fluids.
Hubby is taking us down to see his family this weekend - Oh joy! Oh quality mother-in-law time. So I'll try and get Kate to pop in a couple of blogs - maybe even with some sex in!
Monday, April 05, 2004
Emily: Good to my Word
OK, phew, that took some editing ... who writed these stories, a dyslexic on spped? ... well I won't promise there are no little errors, but they are much better than they were, and I've removed a few of the enteries which aren't interesting three years later (like moaning about people being too stupid to keep their anti-virus software up to date, and spending me a ton viruses).
So here's the first seven months worth that I've done so far (I'll adjust the right hand menu when they're all done):
April 2001
May 2001
June 2001
July 2001
August 2001
September 2001
October 2001
November 2001
I hope you enjoy them. It's certainly been going down memory lane for me!
Sunday, April 04, 2004
Emily: Good News (chat)
Well, aside from ASSTR being up again, thanks to the Herculean efforts of admin staff, who have moved ISPs and done something techie with a firewall, so that, long term, you'll get a better service - all unpaid, and really needing your kind donations to keep them going so that they can keep me going.
Anyhow, aside from that good news, I've found my old blog enteries going waaaaaay back to 2001 and covering the period when Katie used to live in New York. So I'll be going through those, do a bit of a tidy up and will gradually post them here over the next few weeks (there is a lot to go through!).
Other than that, it's the Easter holidays - so I'm busier than ever. 'Tis the time to fling open the windows and have a damn good spring clean.
Friday, April 02, 2004
Emily: Test Drive (FM femdom)
It's a long time since my sister fixed me up with a date. Well, sort of date. You may have read earlier her interviews with various blokes for her male escort service. Well she wanted to try out the couple of doubtfuls, so last night she arranged for this nice young man to come on an outcall to see me. We were up front it was a try-out: you can't fail to spot Kate and I are sisters. So this slightly nervous tall thin - gaunt almost - chap with shaven head disguising the start of balding ding-donged my front door.
He lumbered into the living room with his large kit bag while I got us both a glass of wine. We chat like close strangers, at opposite ends of the sofa, and chatted for a few minutes. My heart was racing. I can't believe my sister and daughter did this for a living. It's so stressful meeting a stranger you know you're going to have sex with. He asked me to tell him what I wanted and assured me not to be shy as nothing I would say could possible shock him. Naturally I imagined a wad of extremely nasty things I could make him do, but Katie had asked me to keep it fairly straight.
So I told him my fantasy was for me to be the man, and for him to be the bitch, that I wanted to feel the empowerment of being the sexual aggressor, placing him in the girlie position of being vulnerable ... and would he mind taking it up the arse with a strap-on dildo.
The young lad blinked at this demur suburban late thirtysomething. I tried to look vulnerable for having expressed my "darkest" erotic desires. Then he broke out into a cat-out-the-cream grin and said that would be no problem, and would I want to spank and abuse him? Would I like to play rough? Was there anything else?
I felt sort of drunk, prearranging my needs in a shopping list of desires - that kid in a candy store thing. Oh well, humiliating a man and abusing his arse and spanking him AND ... whatever I wanted.
I really didn't mean to blurt out the whole, "I like to pee on men, is that OK?" thing.
That really did set him back, though, he recovered his sang-froid quickly. I don't know what Kate was worried about, he seemed fine to me. Very tactfully, he said "no". Actually he said, "I'd prefer not to go to that level on our first meeting." And managed not to make me feel like a slut pervert. Which is quite an achievement given that I am.
I thought he needed a bit more practice getting bizarre requests from respectable looking women, but otherwise he handled it pretty well. So I handed over the money (which Kate had given me) - a transaction that I found very embarrassing and very sexy at the same time.
I'd just bought the body of man for my exclusive pleasure. Hot!
Thursday, April 01, 2004
Emily: The Science of Sons (Fm mast)
Teenage boys are an inexact science. I can control large numbers of them and teach them more maths than they'd ever want to know, but knowing which way up to approach my own son can be difficult (where difficult is a euphemism for "what the fuck's doing on here"). It's the whole man-boy thing. Sometimes he's a man and don't need no bitch cramping his style, and sometimes he's a boy who needs his mummy. It can all be a bit confusing. He's nicest when we're alone, or just me, him and his Dad, or when he's trying to impress a grown-up he has the hots for, like my mate Lindsey. He's a monster when he's with kids his own age.
Luckily, I have an ace up my sleeve – or long elegant fingers on the end of my hand that can ride across his groin and bring out the man in my boy, and then go creeping inside his trousers to take hold of that manliness and bring out to play. Then he needs me, gliding my hand slowly up and down his big hard cock. Then he wants me to play with his balls, finger his arse, suck his cock. Oh yes, he's mummy man-boy then. Or at least until he pops his long squirts of cum a foot into the air and messes himself for me.