Monday, 21 August 2017

A little bit of Gudvybz on a Sunday!!

I knw it's been a while so I figured when I cum again I'd make it good ;)

I had the pleasure of being interviewed by Gudvybz GV on Facebook Live (just before we had afternoon tea cos we're posh & grown like that), and here's what I had to say:








And after tea (& some alcoholic beverages *shifty eye*)




Saturday, 31 December 2016

Happy New Year!! (The Countdown)

Sometime before midnight:

He gently caressed her breasts, suckling one of her nipples. She sighed in contentment under his ministrations. He rubbed her other nipple, rolling it between his fingers and she tried again to move one of his hands between her legs. He released her nipple with a wet smack.

“No, no. You have to wait for that, it's not time yet", he said laughing

“Why not?" she whined.

He quickly glanced at the clock across from him.  "Just wait", he responded, trying to ignore her squirming. He looked lovingly at her body, trailing his hand down her chest, touching her breast and lightly pinching her erect nipple. The slight pain of the pinch made her pussy tingle. His hands continued down her body, drawing slow patterns on her stomach. Using both hands, he traced patterns on her stomach and sides.  His hand crept downward and paused, the sensation was enough to quicken her heart as she waited for them to moved down even further.  She gasped as she felt him lightly trail his fingers over her soft low patch of pubic hair.

She spread her legs a little wider as an invitation for him to explore the soft wet folds of her. She wanted his fingers in her badly, and he was torturing her by delaying the touch she desperately craved. His finger slid up and down her slippery wet slit. He licked his finger and commented on how good her pussy tasted. Once again he traced the cleft of her pussy with his finger and this time offered it to her. She sucked his dripping finger into her mouth, loving the taste of her on him and knowing that he was responsible for the wetness of which he was giving her a taste.  Pulling his finger from her mouth, he returned to playing with her pussy. She felt the second finger work its way into her and sighed heavily; she moaned as her body shook. Her pussy was sopping wet, and the pussy juice made his fingers very wet and slick. She started moving faster against his fingers, moving towards her orgasm but he held back, calling her name to get her attention.

"Countdown from 10" he said. "What??" she asked confused. "Countdown from 15" he repeated

"Ten...." she started

She felt his tongue on her pussy.

"Nine..." she felt it lightly on her clit

"Eight...."she gasped as she felt it darting and enveloping her swollen clit,

"Sev..." , she threw her head back trying to get through the numbers.

"Six..."she felt him thrust his tongue hungrily deeper into her

She started to grind into him, harder, faster, flying into her orgasm in a building wave of intensity "Four.." she screamed as she came. He didn't stop, wanting to draw every last cum from her.

Her toes curled and her thighs tightened around his face. He secured her hand back on the top of his head while her hips moved in rhythm against his face. "Two...." she moaned, her whole body stiffening. She came so hard her body shook but still he didn't stop, his tongue continued to lick patterns through her orgasm; and then he made her have another and another after that one, all the while pausing to tell her how good she tasted. All she could do was writhe helplessly and shake as each orgasm came. Then finally, he moved back up her body, kissing her mouth.

She slowly gained her bearings, hearing fireworks go off outside in the distance.

"Happy New Year babe", he said smiling.  "You missed out on some numbers there. We have to correct that".


Tuesday, 31 May 2016

Masochistic Inclinations*

I crave the feel of your teeth on my nipple as they sink into my tender flesh

I long to gag as you hold my mouth open thrusting your hips savagely into it

I can feel the sting of your hand against my breast as you grope my tender flesh

I spread my legs anticipating you spanking my sex until my orgasm holds me over the edge of the highest of cliffs

I do as I am told because only then, when I am good, am I allowed the pleasure of an orgasm

















*Steven J. Cavenaugh knows

Friday, 6 May 2016

*The Middle......

There was no way I could tell him what was on my mind. Yes he’d just taken me on a ride to some amazing orgasms but he was still a stranger.  I intended to stick with the plan; no-hold barred fun till we exhausted each other and then some sweet goodbyes.  With that in mind, I figured it was time to move to more comfortable surroundings. I stood and made my way to the bedroom; turning back I crooked my finger at him, “Come with me” I said as I kept going, expecting him to follow.
I sat on the bed legs akimbo as I held my breath, hopeful he joined me. A moment later he stood at the doorway.

“So you’re really not going to tell me the second thing?” he asked

“Why tell you when I can show you?” I asked, mind full of mischief, hoping he was still game to play.

I pulled him from the doorway and on to the bed, kissing his body as I crawled over him so he lay down.

“You’re going to have to trust me a little” I said in between kisses.

He smiled that smile of his and said, “As long as you keep doing what you’re doing. I'm up for it”.

I got out of the bed and went to the dresser where I took out a number of scarves; returning to the bed I tied a scarf around each of his wrists and then tied the other ends securely to the headboard, making sure they were secure. I did the same with his ankles, securing them to the foot of the bed all the time feeling his eyes on me. Once I was satisfied he couldn't get out of it, I stood back and surveyed my work. Studying his thick dick which lay across the top of a thigh and the body that had given me so much pleasure, it was hard not to crawl to him and take him in my mouth but I wanted to savour the moment.

I approached the bed slowly, taking care not to touch the most sensitive parts of his body. My tongue moved slowly along his naked shoulder towards his neck and placed kisses along his cheek and jaw line until our lips met for a moment. I teased him by holding back slightly and he arched forward moving his hips up against me, exercising the only control he had. I gasped and then grabbed his head and pulled his head back firmly.

"No." I said teasingly as I reached down between their bodies and teased the tip of his penis as it lay along my slit, pushed upwards as I ground down onto it. I could feel him becoming slippery and he kept trying to slide his hips down enough to get inside me but I lifted myself away at the last moment each time.

I leaned in close and pressed my breasts against his shoulders as I kissed his ears. I used my teeth to nip at the earlobes and let my hands roam all the way down to his dick. My stroking seemed almost too much for him and he moaned out; turning his head, he buried his face into my neck. He bit into my neck, causing me to cry out and stroke him even harder; my hands moved in long strokes along the shaft, up and down, moving towards the head.

Deciding his dick needed a little more lubrication, I licked up the one side while stroking the top with my palm. My mouth then moved over the head and took almost half of him into my mouth. I held him around the base and then began to move my mouth wetly up and down, my tongue moving around the shaft. He tasted very good but I did not want to finish with him in my mouth. Regretfully I released him and he gave out a sigh of disappointment.
"Don't worry, I’m not done with you yet” I whispered into his ear.

I straddled him again, facing him. I rubbed the head against myself, up and down. Moving back and forth I slowly eased him in and out, just the tip entering me. My own juices were flowing and I was having trouble stopping myself from just driving down and taking him deep. I leaned forward and kissed him then, with just the tip inside of me. His tongue was moving against mine and our kiss became hungrier I moved deeper onto his erection until finally I could feel his hair against the sensitive lower lips. Placing my hands around his neck and looking directly at him I begin to fuck him with slow thrusts. I could feel him sliding in and out and it was a delicious feeling more exciting because he couldn't do anything but accept it.

Leaning back slightly I kept one hand on his neck for balance and slid the other between us, stroking my clit lightly. Closing my eyes I rode him hard driving down as deep as I could; he was thrusting up as best he could to meet me…it was heaven.  
I leaned forward again putting my face into the crook of his neck, panting. I continued to stroke my clit as he tried thrusting harder and harder into me. I felt my orgasm rising as he pushed up against me until finally I fell over the edge, biting down into his neck and whimpering. The waves of my orgasm pulsed through me as I ground myself down onto his hardness each thrust giving me a sharp explosion of pleasure.

I collapsed onto him, shivering slightly panting, trying to catch my breath.
After a moment, I came back to myself and slid my hands up his arm to where they were bound against the headboard and lingered.


“Do you want to be let loose?” I asked





















*because you caught me in the middle of something...well, someone ;)

Friday, 13 November 2015

One year down....forever to go

Today has been a bitter-sweet day, I've reflected on different things I've learnt in the past year, about myself, about other people. I've always been able to put things neatly into their boxes, one thing not affecting the other; opening the boxes a little bit when needed just to maintain balance or at least a fa├žade of it.
I always felt this was not a loss I will get over, always felt I'd never survive it. That's been about right, I haven't, not quite...but I'm still breathing. I felt I'd be in a different place right now since I kept breathing I'd be able to box it somewhere and put it in a corner. I still can't decide if I'm worse or just different.
The acceptance has been something; that it wouldn't get better more manageable, sure but not better. There are bearable days, many of them and days just filled with despair. This is a 'permanent state of affairs.

I see the question in people's eyes, in the tone of their voices. They forget, want you to be ok for their comfort..want you to snap out it. And I just want to tell them to accept, the way I have accepted. Accept it or leave my life, "the day I stop grieving is the day I stop breathing"*


*Inspired by something I read earlier in the week


(and back to the regular scheduled program very soon)



Sunday, 12 April 2015

Over His Knee*

I take off my clothes and lay across his lap

I know there's no need to count tonight

He'll stop when he knows I'm satisfied

And will reward me with love and adoration

No more thinking on my part

As I go over his knees























*Over My Knee -Steven J. Cavenaugh




Tuesday, 11 November 2014

The Thought

The thought turned her on

Thought of that hardness

Rammed in to the hilt

The tightness, the tension

The pleasure, the pressure

Heightened senses, stretching of skin

Slowly and softly

Pushing within

she opens up, accepts him

The hunger takes over

She sucks him in, her body rocks

All of him she is taking

That pleasurable grunt

The tightness flexing

Pulling him in

The feeling explosive

Flushed full of sin

His fingers are squeezing and rubbing that spot

The orgasm building

Pushing deep, moving faster

Just don’t stop she asks

Back arches deeply

She rides tumultuous waves

Hardness pushing into her

Her body is heated, fast rapid breathing and

Light of the head, the sensation lingers

Her body then stiffens

She pushes back hard

The cock thrusts in further

The whole nine yards

She gushes hot liquid as the orgasm hits

He roars with feeling, biting hard on her

withdrawing his manhood

He shoots from his eye

The white pearly milk

Showering her body

With his sweet sticky spunk

Breathless together

Every thought a thread of excitement