Eliza1234

Intimacy
Posted:Aug 22, 2016 11:46 am
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 2:11 pm
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Over the years, my lover must have seen me naked (or with the important bits exposed at least) thousands of times and from all conceivable angles.

He's seen me happy, sad, ecstatic, distraught, sick, on the top of my game, enthusiastic, demotivated, laughing and crying. He's seen and heard me do things ladies would never talk about in public.

But until this weekend, he had never seen me anything other than completely smooth on my lady parts.

I wrote last week about having some surgery on my arm. All went well and recovery is progressing but the act of using a razor blade left handed on my nether regions is completely out of the question. That I felt comfortable letting him see and touch me like that felt like a new level of intimacy.

No one has seen stubble there for years, probably back when I was pregnant 13 years ago and couldn't see, let alone reach that department for defuzzing purposes. Even when I'm not seeing anyone, I'm always perfectly smooth.

However, much to my surprise, a different thing on the day was one of the most intimate moments ever. We were dressing after a mid morning romp and he saw me struggling to get my jeans done up. He walked over and simply did the button up for me. Such a simple act but one that made me feel so close to him and so very lucky.

What's the most intimate moment you've shared with your lover?
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Ambidextrous
Posted:Aug 12, 2016 9:53 am
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 2:11 pm
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I injured my right arm back in January and despite treatment plans to date, it remains painful. I cannot even lift a glass of wine with my right hand which as you can imagine is pretty awful. Surgery is booked for next week to hopefully fix the issue but there will be a long road of recovery before I'll be able to use it fully again.

Over the course of the last few months, I've become pretty good at doing things left handed. However, there are a few things that I have found impossible to use my unfavoured hand for, examples being using chopsticks and starting the lawn mower. I've also found that using my left hand for self pleasuring purposes doesn't work particularly well to the point where I've grimaced through the pain of using my right and have suffered from the agitation for days afterwards. Thank heavens I have people to help me out!

Are you ambidextrous in this department or does only one hand feel right?
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Tales of the unexpected #5
Posted:Aug 5, 2016 5:27 am
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 2:10 pm
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A room was already booked but I'd arranged to meet him in the hotel bar for a drink or two to ensure I was comfortable with the evening progressing as discussed.

It felt right so, after a couple of glasses of wine, we headed across the courtyard from the bar and reception and up to the room. The play was as discussed. I was tied to the bed and used hard until exhausted and a little sore in places.

Then to my surprise, he untied me and asked me to peg him. Not what I expected but I was happy to oblige. I made him place his hands on the low windowsill and took him from behind as roughly has he had taken me.

A few minutes in and I glanced up and saw the group of women on a spa weekend we'd spotted in the bar. They were standing in the courtyard looking up at our window, looks of shock on their faces as they watched little me fuck the big burly man they'd been checking out a couple of hours earlier

So with a little wave and a smile, I carried on.
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Shopping task
Posted:Jul 22, 2016 4:49 am
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 2:10 pm
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A funny response to my post If reminded me of a shopping task I had set a man a while back.

We were away for the weekend with a group of friends and needed some food so had gone to the supermarket together, made our purchases and had returned to the car.

But I sent him back in alone for two additional items: a butternut squash and a pot of Vaseline.

Needless to say he came back empty handed, too embarrassed to make the purchase. I never had any intention of using them on him but it was fun to punish him for failure any way.

What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever been sent shopping for? Did you have the guts to follow your instructions?
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Highest form of flattery?
Posted:Jul 22, 2016 3:34 am
Last Updated:Jul 26, 2016 11:28 pm
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They say that imitation is the highest form of flattery. Do you believe this to be true?

Or is it a sign of lack of confidence or creativity? Or perhaps just a little sad?

Maybe context is key here. Your young imitating your movements is cute and lovely. An adult doing so is not.
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If...
Posted:Jul 20, 2016 1:01 pm
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 2:10 pm
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...inanimate objects could talk my sofas would have the most and the filthiest tales to tell. Far more so than my bed.

Which object would have the most dirt on you?
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My hero!
Posted:Jul 18, 2016 3:13 pm
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 2:10 pm
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I had my lover to stay for the weekend. We'd lounged around in bed on Sunday morning until late when our appetite for food overcame our appetite for even more sex.

So I left him dozing in bed and went to the kitchen to prepare a breakfast feast. Whilst I was cooking I heard some banging around and assumed it was him, out of bed and being particularly clumsy, and thought no more of it.

As the sausages were cooking I decided to go and sort out some laundry that I'd left drying in my conservatory. That's when I realised I'd left the door open all night. Oops.

I walked in an something flew at me, making me duck, scream and run back into the living room, my heart pounding, shutting the glass door behind me. Gingerly, I peeked back in and saw a magpie flying around, hitting itself against the glass as it tried to escape.

I went back in several times cowering like a complete idiot trying to wave it out and opening more doors and all the windows in the hope that it would fly away. Alas, the poor thing got more agitated and I was worried it would break its wing or neck. So I left it, perched on the window sill wondering how the hell I was going to get it out alive.

My lover eventually came downstairs. Lured by the smell of cooking bacon I suspect. I showed him the bird and he calmly walked in, gently picked the bird up and took it outside where it quickly flew off. My hero. And even better than that he spent 30 mins clearing up the mess the frightened creature had left behind.

What heroic things has your lover done for you?
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Ball busting
Posted:Jul 15, 2016 5:30 pm
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 2:10 pm
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I've been chatting with a man recently who doesn't want to have sex with me. Instead he wants me to do nothing more than knee him in the balls. Hard. And not just once.

Now, I have been rather nasty to more than a few cocks and balls in my time. I've smacked them, bitten them and even given an erect cock six of the best with a cane. But I've never intentionally kneed someone in the plums. I'm wondering whether I could actually do it or whether I'd be too worried about causing serious damage to give it my all. Perhaps there is only one way to find out.

A couple of questions:

a) to any male blog readers - did you wince and cross your legs protectively as you read this?

and

b) do you think you could do this to someone (assuming you already haven't!)?
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What's in it for me?
Posted:Jul 15, 2016 1:02 pm
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 2:10 pm
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I often get contacted by couples who want me to join them. I have been known to play with 'proper' couples but my preference for a threesome is for three individuals.

I've experienced issues before with couples where one half is clearly only going along with it to please (or try not to lose) the other, where one gets jealous half way through or it's obvious the relationship is fundamentally broken and it all gets awkward as they start arguing about who empties the dishwasher more or about him not taking the rubbish out the night before. Playing with separates seems simpler somehow.

Often these emails received from couples fail to sell the experience to me at all. A recent example was a couple who wanted me join them for their first threesome. Again, my preference is generally not for those without experience but it can be entertaining to give someone their first. This couple were keen to have the additional girl to go down on her while he watched. Nothing wrong with that.

But there followed a great long list of exclusions. No kissing. He wasn't allowed to touch me. She would let me touch her but was not going to reciprocate. I was to leave before they fucked. In essence, I was to turn up, make her come and then go home again. That's not really a threesome in my view and I was left wondering why they thought this would be of interest to me.

Are you interested when it's all one sided?
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I love it when you get like that
Posted:Jul 5, 2016 10:34 am
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 2:09 pm
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I have a low leather rocking chair in the corner of my living room. It's really comfortable and perfect for snuggling on under a blanket while watching a film.

However, my lover discovered that turning upside down gives it a completely different, and far less comfy use.

The last time he used this prop, he stripped me and lay me face down over the upturned chair. My arse was high in the air. My wrists were bound together with a rope that he passed underneath and separate ropes were wrapped around each ankle and fixed to a couple of objects on opposite sides of the room. I was left completely exposed with the wooden slats on the underside digging into my body.

He teased me, knowing exactly the point I was about to explode and stopping so I didn't quite manage to get there. Very annoying and I told him to stop irritating me in my best topping from the bottom tone of voice.

Various combinations of cock and strap on and fingers were then used in my arse and my pussy. This, combined with the angle of my body, left me me feeling both deliciously full and delightfully sore.

I am blessed with being able to come multiple times. And by multiple I mean into the tens and then the hundreds. It can be rather exhausting. A lot of the time I can distinguish between each one. But at times, I find this impossible as they all roll into one another and it's just one almighty 'oh my fucking God' mess of wonderful.

And this was one of those times. I'm turned to complete mush and am often incapable of standing or speaking for a good while afterwards. As I languished in the wonderful feelings washing over me my lover commented that he loved it when I ended up in this state.

What state do you love to leave your lovers in?
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