Sexual fetishes
Rubber wetsuits. Knee-high boots. Nuclear-powered clockwork cucumbers. Dressing up as Pingu whilst reading out loud from the works of Dan Brown. What floats your boat? Or what fetishes have you encountered? Suggestion via crackhouseceilidhband.
( , Thu 22 Oct 2009, 13:25)
Rubber wetsuits. Knee-high boots. Nuclear-powered clockwork cucumbers. Dressing up as Pingu whilst reading out loud from the works of Dan Brown. What floats your boat? Or what fetishes have you encountered? Suggestion via crackhouseceilidhband.
( , Thu 22 Oct 2009, 13:25)
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What? Me?
Any of you that remember my past efforts will know that I enjoy sex. Nice, simple, sexy, sex. With a man. I like giving and receiving pleasure and orgasms and I'm not beyond pleasuring myself when the need arises. I don't use mechanical help in that department, mainly because I don't consider myself the kind of girl that frequents the kind of establishment where these things are sold, and I'm even too shy to order them online or over the phone. [Shy? Me?]
But, apart from enjoying good straight sex (including lots of oral) with the man I love, I do enjoy fantasising while engaging in the act and/or acts. One of my favourites is 'The Roman Mistress & the Centurian'. I made the mistake of disclosing this fact to my current paramour, Jason, and he filed the information away without saying much at the time....and then it was my birthday.
The kids were on holiday with my ex-husband for two weeks which was really good. Jason is really good with the kids but he still feels himself to be a bit of a stranger in the house, even after almost a year, so when they're away, things are much easier between us, and much louder too.
Anyway, it was my birthday and Jase said he'd make me a proper breakfast in bed - is there anything nicer than lying in bed with the radio on, gently stroking yourself under the covers, curtains open, sun shining and the distant noise and faint smells of someone else making you bacon, egg, potato bread, pot of coffee, croissants and jam? I don't think so. But when he pushed open the door and I saw that he'd got hold of a Roman Centurian's costume, I nearly came on the spot. As he leaned over the bed to put the tray down on my lap I took the opportunity to reach under his tunic and check that he was in proper 'kilt dress mode', he was. I grasped his 'short sword' and, put on my best matronly Roman voice.
"Centurian! What do you mean by entering my salon while you know full well my husband - your senator - is away in Rome?"
"Apologies, Lady. It occured to me that you might feel vulnerable and took it upon myself to act as your protector. Did I do wrong Lady?"
I won't give you the full script - I'll leave that to your imaginations, but suffice to say that I had him feed me my breakfast while I fiddled with his weapon, giving his balls a bit a squeeze whenever he caused crumbs to fall on my (now naked) breasts. At one time I made him lick some egg yolk off me as well but chastised him when his tongue slipped and brushed my hard nipple. Once breakfast was over I made him stand to attention while I 'inspected the troops'. I closed the curtains at this point as it involved me kneeling before him and 'inspecting' the outside of his cock with my mouth. I may have whispered "Do you find anything funny about my fwend Biggus Dikkus Centwurian?" at some point, whilst holding said 'friend' firmly in my hand.
Ah, the things that matron had her Centurian do that morning...just thinking about it is making me rather hot and damp around the knickers.
The next day we turned the tables and while the Centurian reclined on his day-bed (or 'sofa' as some might call it), he was quite stern with his slave-girl who had a sheet draped around her, completely failing to conceal certain parts of her anatomy. I couldn't do a thing right that day and was constantly being lightly smacked. It was amazing the amount of things that 'master' happened to drop on the floor near his bed, causing me to bend over and pick them up, and when he accidentally got some honey on his 'rod of office' and couldn't be bothered to go to the lavarium, I had to lick it all off. Honestly, the things those slaves had to put up with.
( , Fri 23 Oct 2009, 12:11, 4 replies)
Any of you that remember my past efforts will know that I enjoy sex. Nice, simple, sexy, sex. With a man. I like giving and receiving pleasure and orgasms and I'm not beyond pleasuring myself when the need arises. I don't use mechanical help in that department, mainly because I don't consider myself the kind of girl that frequents the kind of establishment where these things are sold, and I'm even too shy to order them online or over the phone. [Shy? Me?]
But, apart from enjoying good straight sex (including lots of oral) with the man I love, I do enjoy fantasising while engaging in the act and/or acts. One of my favourites is 'The Roman Mistress & the Centurian'. I made the mistake of disclosing this fact to my current paramour, Jason, and he filed the information away without saying much at the time....and then it was my birthday.
The kids were on holiday with my ex-husband for two weeks which was really good. Jason is really good with the kids but he still feels himself to be a bit of a stranger in the house, even after almost a year, so when they're away, things are much easier between us, and much louder too.
Anyway, it was my birthday and Jase said he'd make me a proper breakfast in bed - is there anything nicer than lying in bed with the radio on, gently stroking yourself under the covers, curtains open, sun shining and the distant noise and faint smells of someone else making you bacon, egg, potato bread, pot of coffee, croissants and jam? I don't think so. But when he pushed open the door and I saw that he'd got hold of a Roman Centurian's costume, I nearly came on the spot. As he leaned over the bed to put the tray down on my lap I took the opportunity to reach under his tunic and check that he was in proper 'kilt dress mode', he was. I grasped his 'short sword' and, put on my best matronly Roman voice.
"Centurian! What do you mean by entering my salon while you know full well my husband - your senator - is away in Rome?"
"Apologies, Lady. It occured to me that you might feel vulnerable and took it upon myself to act as your protector. Did I do wrong Lady?"
I won't give you the full script - I'll leave that to your imaginations, but suffice to say that I had him feed me my breakfast while I fiddled with his weapon, giving his balls a bit a squeeze whenever he caused crumbs to fall on my (now naked) breasts. At one time I made him lick some egg yolk off me as well but chastised him when his tongue slipped and brushed my hard nipple. Once breakfast was over I made him stand to attention while I 'inspected the troops'. I closed the curtains at this point as it involved me kneeling before him and 'inspecting' the outside of his cock with my mouth. I may have whispered "Do you find anything funny about my fwend Biggus Dikkus Centwurian?" at some point, whilst holding said 'friend' firmly in my hand.
Ah, the things that matron had her Centurian do that morning...just thinking about it is making me rather hot and damp around the knickers.
The next day we turned the tables and while the Centurian reclined on his day-bed (or 'sofa' as some might call it), he was quite stern with his slave-girl who had a sheet draped around her, completely failing to conceal certain parts of her anatomy. I couldn't do a thing right that day and was constantly being lightly smacked. It was amazing the amount of things that 'master' happened to drop on the floor near his bed, causing me to bend over and pick them up, and when he accidentally got some honey on his 'rod of office' and couldn't be bothered to go to the lavarium, I had to lick it all off. Honestly, the things those slaves had to put up with.
( , Fri 23 Oct 2009, 12:11, 4 replies)
Nice touch
with the Biggus Dickus thing!
Post that to a magazine and you're in the money.
(Clicks from back here- Look no hands!)
( , Fri 23 Oct 2009, 12:24, closed)
with the Biggus Dickus thing!
Post that to a magazine and you're in the money.
(Clicks from back here- Look no hands!)
( , Fri 23 Oct 2009, 12:24, closed)
Next week
Can the QOTW be "Have you ever had a wank at work?".....
( , Fri 23 Oct 2009, 12:30, closed)
Can the QOTW be "Have you ever had a wank at work?".....
( , Fri 23 Oct 2009, 12:30, closed)
Is there honestly anyone on here who could say "no" to that?
If so it might be time for CHCB to organise another flashwank.
( , Fri 23 Oct 2009, 12:56, closed)
If so it might be time for CHCB to organise another flashwank.
( , Fri 23 Oct 2009, 12:56, closed)
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