Eliza1234

He ruined it!!!
Posted:Aug 14, 2015 12:54 am
Last Updated:Aug 18, 2015 10:02 am
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The tension had been building for days. I was unable to concentrate at work, utterly distracted and totally frustrated. And he knew this.

Our time finally arrived. There was nothing more I wanted other than his cock inside of me, fucking me hard. And he knew this.

So he denied me for as long as he was able to hold out himself. Eventually, he slid his cock inside me, fucking me deeply but slowly, letting me savour the sensations. I was close to coming within a very short time. And he knew this.

I felt it build inside me, the waves of orgasm were about to wash over me, giving me a release from the pent up tension inside of me. And he knew this.

And just as I was about to explode, he pulled out. Leaving me growling in frustration and calling him every rude name under the sun.

What does your lover so that frustrates you?
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How big is yours?
Posted:Aug 13, 2015 1:16 pm
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 1:59 pm
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I was chatting to a lover the other day and she sent me a picture of a couple of new toys she had just had delivered. This got us talking about the collections that we have built up over the years and how our favourites have changed over time.

So, I decided to get all mine out and see if I had any forgotten gems. I was a little surprised by how many I have. This pic excludes the sex swing and the fucking machine (affectionately known as Ron). And yes, a few of us have become reacquainted.

How big is yours?
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P is for...
Posted:Aug 7, 2015 4:05 am
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 1:59 pm
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...palms.

Pressed together in the instructed position. Waiting. My mind racing and my heart pounding. Desperate to find out what he has in store for me.
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Instructions
Posted:Aug 2, 2015 4:41 am
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 1:59 pm
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My instructions were long and detailed. Mostly consisting of directions to his chosen location deep in the woods.

The two important sentences were those that told me what I must find and do on my walk. I was to cut a switch and find a large stinging nettle leaf and place it in my knickers. Failure to deliver on either of these tasks would 'earn you an extra five strokes each with a switch of my choosing'.

A few short hours later, I found myself fighting through the bracken off the beaten path near a local beauty spot, my pussy stinging and wet, with a penknife and switch in my hand wondering what an earth was waiting for me when I found him.
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Imprint
Posted:Aug 2, 2015 2:56 am
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 1:58 pm
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I've written before about the subject of marks. I like having them on my body acting as little, and sometimes not so little, reminders of the fun I've had.

This picture was taken on Saturday morning after a night of debauched naughtiness. My backside felt sore as I got up. Nothing new there so I didn't pay much attention to it. But my lover's exclamation of 'OMG look at your arse' as I walked out of the bedroom had me contorting in front of the mirror to get a good look.

A perfect imprint of the implement used.
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Lies and omissions
Posted:Jul 29, 2015 12:30 am
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 1:58 pm
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I'm pretty up front when chatting to new people on here. I make the way I live my life very clear. I even have a copy and paste few paragraphs saved that I use to set out exactly what's what as I got bored of typing the same things out over and over again.

Some respond positively whilst others less so. And that's fine. My early emails are designed in a sense to put people off so neither party wastes time on something that's not going to fly.

Conversely, I expect others to be up front and honest with me. This doesn't always happen though.

One man I was chatting to told me he was 35 and 6 foot tall. When he turned up, he was a good 15 years older and at least 8 inches shorter. I don't have anything against short 50 something year old men and would probably still have met him if he had of been honest. But him lying about something he was obviously going to get caught out on made me question his integrity. If he can lie about the obvious, then what else was he hiding?

Omissions are similar. Take the guy I was seeing who accidentally forgot to tell me that he was married but also that his wife was 38 weeks pregnant. Not technically lying to me as I never asked an explicit question as to whether he had a pregnant wife waiting for him at home but, nevertheless, a big thing to forget to tell someone.

What corkers have people told you?
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Who says?
Posted:Jul 28, 2015 12:12 am
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 1:58 pm
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There have been countless times when lovers of mine have uttered the phrase 'I shouldn't like this but I do' or words to that effect.

Be it having their bottom caned, being rimmed, having their cock and balls smacked, flogging someone or being pegged, all have been having a perfectly wonderful time but have felt the need to comment that they shouldn't have been.

I wonder who has sat them down and told them this.

I don't think I've ever felt that I shouldn't like something that I enjoy. Perhaps there's a little rebellious part of me that finds pleasure in doing things that polite society would frown upon.

Do you ever feel that you shouldn't be liking something? What drives that feeling?
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O is for...
Posted:Jul 27, 2015 10:59 pm
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 1:58 pm
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...organ.

O has proved a little challenging. I'm unable to provide a picture of my ovary and the only other body part beginning with O that I could think of is organ. So here it is, a picture featuring an organ I'm rather fond of.

I was hurriedly tied, my legs held wide and high, my back arched over a bean bag and my hands fixed to a pole he'd placed underneath me. This was the night I was introduced to a particularly wonderful curved dildo and my bean bag got ruined.
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N is for...
Posted:Jul 23, 2015 12:35 pm
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 1:58 pm
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...nipples.

My nipples are almost permanently erect. To the point (ha) that long term lovers have never ever seen then in any other state.

How perky are yours?
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Soaked
Posted:Jul 21, 2015 2:34 pm
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2022 2:51 am
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He pinned me up against the wall as his fingers explored me for the first time. My arms held above my head with one of his hands while the other felt between my legs.

He instructed me to remove my thong. Expressing his displeasure that I'd felt it appropriate to wear such an item.

He removed my dress. Leaving me standing in front of him in a bra, hold ups and heels. He slid inside me, finger fucking me until I squirted my juices all over the floor.

Then he pushed me onto my hands and knees, my face pressed into the wet mess that I had made. He took me roughly. Fucking me hard. Relentlessly. Making me ask for permission to cum. Allowing it at first but denying me later.

After he'd finished using me, he made me stand and thank him as my wet hair stuck to my face and my juices ran down my face.

How do you feel about being covered in your own mess?
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