Tuesday, 29 July 2014

Sex after a week.

It's been a while since I divulged a passage like this but I can't sleep, I'm still a little too warm and tingling all over. I tingle. It's an accurate description, like little pinpricks of heat that burst on the surface and spread like a shadow over my skin. I tingled when he greeted me on our first date, I tingled like crazy when he held my hand in the cinema for the first time stroking my skin with his thumb over and over again until I thought I'd faint from that miniscule contact. I tingled on his bed in the early hours of the morning when he said he ought to walk to me home instead of carrying on. I still tingle. I may well be suffering from mini strokes every other day! My heart may be ill equipped to deal with such feeling. So still tingling from the inside out, here we go:

Taught a lesson

A vice like grip seized my throat and caught me off guard backing me aggressively into the wall as his mouth assaulted mine. Assaulted is the right word, has he ever kissed me like this before? Hard rushed angry kisses barely even caring where they landed I was in a turned on daze and it took a few moments to remember the use of my arms and wrap them around his bare torso. The wall was cold behind my back and he was yanking my loose dress down carelessly, the fabric getting tangled with the cups of the bodice I wore beneath. The bodice was beautiful, mint green and black lace coming down easily too and I bit my lip closing my eyes in the same half humiliation half erotic feeling I always felt when my bare breasts were forced into the light. I didn't have the chance to cover them before his mouth took one and I lost balance and my knees weakened dropping my height a level. The pressure of his knee between my legs stopped me sliding down the wall and he used a free hand to pull at my hair bringing my face up, as my head went back it pressed the light switch and turned the light on and back off, I suppressed not too well an ill timed giggle and was forced to pay for it with a hurried hand in my knickers testing how ready I was. I was smouldering hot and conscious of the noise I was making, I knew I'd gotten wet the moment that grip had seized my throat. My dress had fallen to the carpet and in the affirmative that I was soaking he gripped my upper arms and tossed me unceremoniously from the wall to the bed where I fell in an ungraceful heap, catching my flaying ankles he twisted me around and dragged me down so my back end almost fell from the bed and he clenched it in his hands drawing my hips up to meet his standing position, pulling my knickers aside rather than off and taking no time to thrust in I gasped and held my breath. With a shock of tight pain and then an immediate acceptance and response my body clenched and instinctively I arched away, the length, the size was too much to cope with after a weeks abstinence. He was ruthless holding me steady and going faster so a few moments later I climaxed desperately reaching out for a pillow or something to muffle the sounds I couldn't bite down on. I think I said his name, I lost coherent thought until he pushed away from me and lay down silently demanding that I straddle him. My legs were shaking and I struggled clumsily to remove my knickers taking the opportunity to pull my bodice back up over my breasts. Legs on either side and hovering above him he immediately undid my work and with heavy hands pulled my breasts back out on display tugging ruthlessly at the tips of my nipples as I lowered myself to have him inside, I'd have held him there slowly to reduce the spasm of my body but he thrust up and I was racked with another orgasm. I always came harder when my hair was being pulled or my nipples being pinched, pain suddenly lost true meaning in these situations, it spurred me on as I worked into a rocking rhyme and knowing full well I'd be bruised in the morning I encouraged him and sacrificed my tender breasts to his mouth and fingers. .....

And someone would like a glass of orange juice so I'll leave that there. Cut another 10 minutes short, hot, amazing, fuck! Hair a tangled mess, "Put THAT in your book!" he says the cocky bastard, wet patch on my side of the bed! Me nagging for a cup of tea afterwards, which of course I got ;-) and yes this passage will most likely feature in my book.

Fish back in water

Leaving uni has felt how I imagine a caught fish feels upon being entered back into the water. I can breathe again. Instead of frantically worrying about deadlines or reading over and over again books and essays I don't want to read I am writing my books and finding there's not enough hours in the day. My ideas are flowing rapidly and I'm back in the full swing of writing. Three years of neglect has been a torment, a torment I will not go through again. This is what I should have been doing from the very beginning. My first novel is almost finished and once it is I already have the basic plot layout for my next book which I will start immediately. 

Thursday, 24 July 2014

New Book

Had a bright new fresh idea for my next book, I'm back in the swing of writing what I like so now the prose is flowing and I'm excited to get onto this second novel. :-) The official start date I am setting myself is 1st September since that's when my Affair book will be finished. Hopefully by January I'll have two books done and dusted.

Now I'm going on a morning run with Phil :-)

Sunday, 20 July 2014

Two un-bought seats.

There are so many people I would be happy to share this supposed special day with and yet the ones I am lumped with who are likely just going to let me down I couldn't care less about. I'd have Pidgin and Brett, one of my brothers, Jones, Christ I'd pay for a seat for Jerome and Paul but instead I've got to keep watching the days tick by getting closer and closer to the very serious possibility that I'll be there alone. I only have two spaces I can save, if I gave them to someone else I'd never be forgiven but if they don't hurry up and sort this out those spaces won't even be available any more. I refuse to let myself get upset over this. I will not shed tears over this. I do not care and I will go to my grave not caring.

Friday, 18 July 2014

Last Night

Last night was exactly what I needed. Back at Coniston enjoying my favourite things, Jones in bed and a feel good movie. I'm spoilt rotten you know, not just by the bedroom antics but the little things. Jones had taken the trouble to stock the freezer with ice cream and lollies since I can barely cope without moaning in this unnatural heat wave we're having. I couldn't stop smiling to myself when I finally climbed into bed to go to sleep. Tonight I'll be back again for a long weekend and I can barely keep myself from counting down the hours.

So in honour of my rare and slightly disorientated lovey-dovey mood I thought I'd share some of my sketches of my Mr Jones that I did in moments of loser-ness :-P
Sketch of Lucifer the devil edited into Jones



Wednesday, 16 July 2014

Woman on top

Anyone who reads regularly will know I go on about the forbidden...S.E.X :-P a lot...ok more than a lot. I also talk about aspiring to be a sex bomb frequently. Look the deal is my Mr Jones is unbelievable! Christ in heaven above-I can't breathe-I can't take anymore-I want it all the time unbelievable! and granted he's had a great deal more practice than I have but I want to be able to rock a few moves too. I understand there's not a lot a woman can do, sexy lingerie: big fat epic TICK! a willingness to try weird/naughty/fun/new things: Big fat epic TICK! Blowjobs: BIG BIG epic TICK hahaha. So I figured the only way I was going to build up some serious bedroom confidence is when Jones puts me in the saddle. If you don't get what I mean by that you are too young to be reading this blog! Be gone!

So, woman on top...first time over a year ago I was clumsy, awkward, no rhythm and completely self conscious. I've been waiting to blog about this for a few weeks, gotten round to it now and I'm finally happy to announce that I think I've got the hang of this. I got the rocking motion down, I got rid of the self consciousness and I'm pretty happy to ride the stallion sort of speak in the nude or whatever get up I have on. It's not easy work! Going for it is more of a workout than anything else I do! and it puts me out of action for like 3 days because I can barely walk afterwards! but yeah I'm getting the hang of this business. I'm feeling rather chuffed with myself. It's only taken a year of practice!! but hey I got there in the end.

So my point? No I am not just bragging about my sexual cowgirl antics haha. Girls if you don't enough already get on your man and get to work!

Brett, Pidgin and a BBQ

I'm glad we made up. Yesterday in particular felt awesome. You being an arse with embarrassing memories and the rest of us laughing away while just us two exchanged a few looks of just...appreciation for each others friendship. I'm glad the group still holds ranks despite our lives changing. Sitting in a circle on the grass just being together felt good. I know I'm selfish, I know I'm possessive and have no right to be, not where you're concerned. It's just I had you to myself for so long it was a hard adjustment letting you go. I should have trusted you more to come back, because you did.

Drunken texts and Clent walks aside, you mean more to me than I'm comfortable admitting. So does Pidgin. Without the two of you I'd be lost. Jones is wonderful, he's the best thing that could have happened to me, but that doesn't mean he can ever replace the two of you. I still need you both and always will. I've been upset about Pidgin leaving and I didn't like feeling as if you wouldn't be around to make me feel better in her absence. I'm sorry I've doubted you in the past, that has been one of my biggest mistakes. I hope you can overlook my childishness, the way I overlook your rude comments about my tits!! haha :-P Love you.