This.

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Thank you. I am very flattered. But this is a completely anonymous blog, so I’m afraid I won’t be getting to know anyone better through this thing.

I recently went out with an 18 year old Christian. It sounds a little sleazy, but he was incredibly smart, with dark hair, dark eyes and honestly was the best kisser I’ve ever experienced in my life.

We broke up because of his beliefs, or actually, a particular no sex before marriage clause that I just couldn’t abide. It was the best choice in the end, but I think the most titilating experience I’ve ever had was almost going down on him in the back of his car.

After that it lit a fire in me I never thought I’d had. Before him, I’d only been out with older men, and wouldn’t even glance at a guy more than 2 years my junior. Now I can’t help but hold an inclination toward a younger specimen.

 It might be their innocence or it might just be that I never got to follow through on the experience.

Today’s Turn Ons;

Cherries. Ah, Australian summer. You may be raining down on me but you still produce the best fruit.

Blindfolds. I actually can’t recommend them enough. Not only do they help you let go of your inhibitions, they enhance your other senses to a wonderful extent.

A new kind of Disney Prince. Zachery Levi in Tangled has claimed my heart. And my inner child’s fantasies.

Today’s Turn Offs;

Dark chocolate bullets. OK, so it’s kind of a turn on, but right now I ate two handfuls and they’ve made me feel a bit sick. (Though if you are going to snack on a sweet, lichorice is a smarter choice).

Ex-boyfriends. Having to deal with them in awkward social situations really fucks with my mojo.

Poor sleeping patterns. Right when I thought I’d got myself back on track, I stayed up until 4am playing with J’s penis. My bad.

One of my best friends, who is male, texted me last night to inform me he now weighs in at 98.2kgs (216lbs). ‘Big deal!’ you may be thinking, until I tell you he used to weigh around 130kgs (286lbs), and this is the first time since he was 15 that he has weighed under 100kgs.

 I am so indescribably proud of him, and dayum does he look good. How did he do it? Well, good old fashioned exercise. He is a nerd to the core (a man after my own heart) and had the same problem as me. Too much time on the couch playing games. So he invested in a treadmill, and instead of playing games from the couch, he played games while walking at a steady pace of 7 kms per hour.

 He told me that he can no longer not exercise every day, or he won’t sleep and he feels like ratshit.

 He is such an inspiration to me. All I can say is ‘ladies, look out!’

xx

Gorgeous.

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Yesterday was a success, in more ways than one.

After I posted that last update, my bf (henceforth to be named ‘J’) took a shower, came back in the room, attempted fruitlessly to perve on my new blog and, failing that, pounced on me, tied my wrists to his bed post and blindfolded me.

 Now, contrary to what you may think, my sex life has never been nearly as devious as I’d like. Due, in part, to each partner’s reluctance, but also to my own body issues. The thought of being tied up and played with is great in fantasy land, but in the normal world where I spend much of my concentration sucking my tummy in every time I’m on top, being so vulnerable and exposed usually terrifies me.

 I think, however, this blog has empowered me. There was a moment when J had my wrists pinned and began to wrap them where he paused, smiled and said ‘Not today?’ Normally this would be my cue to say ‘no, no not today (OR EVER!!)’. Instead I smiled back, nodded slightly and boy was it on!

He left me lying there, blindfold on, begging him to touch me for quite some time. He traced his fingers down my body, scratched up my thighs, dipped his balls in my mouth and eventually fucked me senseless. We ended up having sex twice during the day, going to see Tangled (phenomenal film), and then, while exhausted, fooling around for a couple of hours when we got home.

 All up it was a successful day. I forgot to eat lunch and ate very little for dinner (apart from the essential penis that I so craved).

 Today every muscle in my body is sore and I love it. Unfortunately I had a bit of a post-coital binge this morning, but I’m not too upset by this. The rest of the day is tea and tidying, if I can get my muscles to move.

 Yesterday also marked a great day for my relationship. It’s always lovely to have free, fun and easy days without concern. They have been so rare as of late. I feel like it brought us closer, after all that distance between us while he was away. I am very happy to report that after day one of this lifestyle change, I am delighted.

xx

Thanks! Your blog is kind of incredible. xx

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We go for a hike in the mountains on a warm, crisp day. We end up at a clearing in the middle of nowhere, with only a few trees scattered around. I turn to you, a little concerned that we might be lost but you just look at me and smile, give me a kiss on the cheek, pull off your backpack and start pulling out things and placing them on the grass next to the thick trunk of a tree. The first is a long length of rope, then a small blanket, then a shorter piece of rope, a large handkerchief, and finally a hand held video camera and a tripod.

I just stand there and watch, completely bemused, my heart a little jumpy at the thought of what you might be planning, as you set up the video camera to face the base of the tree, and lay the blanket in front. You then turn to me and look at me with an obvious, deep lust, as though you’d like to devour me. It makes me a little anxious about what you’re going to do next, but I trust you completely. You watch me for an almost uncomfortable amount of time, making me squirm, until you open your lips and say one simple word.

‘Strip.’

I hesitate, only for a moment, and then, facing away, bend down to untie my hiking boots. I feel your eyes on me, burning into me. I then remove my shorts, then my t-shirt. As I pull my t-shirt over my head, I feel a cool breeze hit my chest, and my nipples go hard. I reach around the back to remove my bra but I hear your voice abruptly, ‘Stop. Go sit on the blanket, facing me.’

I turn around, and step carefully around sharp twigs to get to my destination. I sit cross-legged on the blanket, in my underwear. You stand in front of me, next to the camera, silhouetted in the glare of the sun. I feel exposed, vulnerable.

You step toward me, crouching down to my level and lean in toward my ear. ‘Do you trust me?’ Your hot breath sends shivers down me, giving me goosebumps.

‘Yes.’ The word is breathy, almost imperceptible to the ear. My heart is racing now.

‘Lean back on the tree and hold out your arms in front of you.’ I scooch back on the blanket and do as you tell me. I watch you pick up the smaller length of rope. You hold my wrists together and wrap the rope around, tying it firmly. You look at my wide eyes directly as you grasp me by my knees and force them to spread, wide. ‘Hold your arms above you.’ I do as you say. You grab the longer length of rope and begin by tying my arms to the tree trunk, and then encircling the tree with the length of rope, pressing my upper chest, and then my waist to the tree. The rope is tight and I’m sure I’m unable to squirm out of them, even if I’d wanted to try.

You grab the handkerchief, fold it into a strip and then look at me again with a sense of mischief gleaming in your eyes. You take your strong hand and wrap it around my throat, firm but not strangling, and give me a deep passionate kiss. I know what you want me to do. I bend my head down and feel the cloth fall over my eyes, gently tied at the back of my head, cloaking me in darkness.

I hear you walk away, snapping twigs as you go, I hear the beep of the camera being set to record, then I hear nothing but the breeze rustling the leaves and the birds in the branches above. My heart is racing with fear and delight. After a while I begin to panic, ever so slightly, that I might be abandoned here, exposed, and though it scares me, the thought also excites me. The anticipation makes me quiver. I feel myself growing wet. I pulse with greed for your cock to be inside me. My chest rises and falls sharply. My wanting lust is at an all time peak.

I hear a step toward me, and then another, and finally I feel the warmth of your body near me. I hear you unzip your pants and I lick my lips with anticipation, hungry for your cock.

‘Do you want it?’ Your voice is deep, powerful.

‘Yes.’ I whimper.

‘Beg me.’

‘Please.’ I plead.

‘More.’

‘Please. Oh God, I want it so much. I’ll do anything for it. I’ll do anything for you.’

‘Good girl.’

I feel the tip of your hard cock against my cheek, the wet of your pre-cum is almost too much for me to bare. I nuzzle against it, as you let it’s smooth surface push against my face. I want to taste it. I lash out my tongue and catch the head of your cock in my mouth. I moan with delight. My whole body quivers. You taste so good. I dance my tongue over it, as though it is a treat, a Popsicle I’ve been waiting all summer to suck. I lick down your shaft with my hot, wet tongue, and take your balls into my mouth, one by one, sucking them gently. I hear you moan. ‘That’s it,’ you say. You then grab my hair and pull me away from your cock painfully, to my great dismay.

‘Open your mouth wide.’

I do as you say. You’re still holding my hair tight as you plunge your cock deep down into my throat. You’re so big, I almost gag, but you manage to fit it all the way in, pumping into my face. I can’t help but moan with satisfaction, as I suck and slurp and lick your long shaft, and you push down deeper into me. I feel your cock throb and know you are about to cum. With no warning, you let go of my hair, whip off my blindfold, and as I stare up at you, you pump your silky hot cum down my throat, then over my lips, then I watch as it falls over my face in front of the video camera. You stare at me with great passion. I swallow and lick my cum stained lips, moaning as I do. I’m covered by you and there is nothing I can do about it. You crouch down to me, take your finger, wipe a trace of cum off my face and press it up to my lips. I take it into my mouth and suck deeply to get it all off. I want to drink all of you down.

You turn to your bag and pull out a small towel, wiping my face lovingly. You smile. The sun is hot, beating down on my almost naked body, and I feel my panties grow wetter as the soft breeze tingles inside my open legs. You put the towel away and return the blindfold to my eyes. Again, I hear you walk away.

This time, you do not leave me for so long, but it feels like longer in my restlessness. I start wriggling in spot, closing my legs slightly. I hear you storm toward me. You pull my legs apart and tear my panties off me in one swift move. I’m startled. My breath grows heavier as I feel your hands move up my torso, then I feel the cold of metal between my breasts and I am relieved of my bra with one short snip, feeling my hard nipples hit the air to grow ever harder. You trace the scissors down my stomach to my crotch, and I feel the cold, hard steel sharply against my clitoris before it is replaced by your soft, warm hands. An ecstasy shoots through me as you spread my wetness up to my clitoris, rubbing ever so gently, carefully. ‘Oh god…’ I push myself into the ground, unable to control the movements of my hips. The ropes feel tighter as you plunge your fingers into my pussy and I try to buck against them. I moan softly, then loudly, choking for air. I feel you wrap your hand around my throat and push. My mind goes blank for a single moment, I begin to spasm. I feel myself gush over you, as I feel your mouth find my nipples and bite them gently. I scream, and cum as I never have before, my voice echoing in the empty clearing.

Suddenly, you leave me, naked and panting, completely satisfied for a moment, then wanting more.

‘J…’ I sigh, almost under my breath. There is no response but the breeze. ‘J, please…’ I beg, wanting your cock inside me more than ever. ‘J, I need you!’ I yell into the distance, but am met by only my echo. After a long pause I hear a twig snap behind me, then I feel the ropes wrapped around me loosen. I become simultaneously curious, and somewhat disappointed. Is this the end of our game?

Without warning, you pull my naked self up by the waist, wrists still bound, blindfold still on, and throw me back to the ground on my knees. You bend me forward so I’m resting on my elbows, and I feel your fingers trace down my spine. You wrap yourself over me and I can feel that you are now naked too. You kiss down my neck, then down my spine. You spread my legs apart swiftly, and I can feel your eyes on me intently. You grope my arse with your strong hands, and suddenly I feel the head of your penis press against my pussy. I let out a deep, wanting whimper, trying desperately to push against it. You spank me with your open palm. It startles me. Blood rushes to my loins, I smirk.

‘Bad girl, you don’t get it that easy.’

I push up against it again, and this time you spank me harder. I like this game. You begin to rub the head of your cock against my dripping pussy, teasing me, and I cry out for you. You rub from my clit all the way up my slit. I begin to tremble. ‘Please, J…I’ll…I’ll do anything.’

‘Will you now? Anything?’ I hear your smirk in those words.

‘Yes.’ I pant. ‘Use me. Please. I’m yours.’

And with that you plunge deep inside me, your big cock filling me entirely. I gasp with relief and ecstasy. You hold me by the waist and pound into me. I don’t dare ask you for anything more than that. I am completely yours to do what you want with. You push in deeper, and I scream. It feels incredible. I tighten around you and push back furiously. Faster and faster. Our breaths are fast, our heart beats in sync. My body bucks against you with fervor, my mind turns to mush. I feel your hands burrow into my sides and you thrust. I feel you throb inside me. I’m about to come, and so are you. I moan, and writhe, and scream, as I feel your long shaft shudder in me. As I cum, you reach around and tear off my blindfold. My eyes are shocked by the light. You pull out of me while I quiver against you, turn me over recklessly and cum in a stream, all over my body. First on my pussy, then up my torso, then on my breasts, then up my neck and on my face. I lie there, out of breath covered in your cum, my arms tied, stretched above my head, staring at the beautiful sight of your cock. I’m in heaven.

Your body is out of focus in the glare of the light. You are kneeling over my chest, holding your still erect cock at my lips. ‘You’re mine.’ You say.

It is a statement, not a question, but still I say ‘Yes.’

‘Good girl.’ You reach down to stroke my hair. I turn my head and see the camera still pointed, directly at us. I’d forgotten it was there. You smile at me gently, I lick my lips, still hungering at the sight of your shining cock. ‘Now, clean it.’