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» Sexual fetishes
Pink silk knickers
First time, be gentle.
Pink silk knickers with side ties. The silk has to be thick, quality, heavy silk and they must have side ties. The thicker silk provides just the right friction as my husband and I discovered on a long train journey last summer, one which we now regularly make. The rhythm of the train, the friction of the silk which with the right maneuvering provides just the right pressure on my clit to make my lips swell and glaze, soaking the silk to a deep crimson. My husband likes to sit opposite and watch. Wrap skirt/dress with stockings essential for this so I can part my thighs just so and flick the skirt fabric back over my legs if necessary so he can see how much I am soaking the silk and watch the wet patch spread. We see how long we can go without either of us actually fingering my wet silky lips. The longer we wait, the better the pay off. If the environment allows, he likes to undo the ties and use the silk to rock the fabric against my clit pulling the silk back and fore across my pussy with him grasping the silk in a firm fist at front and back, still no actual finger play yet but spreading the wet patch. If we can fuck where we are, the silk knickers stay on as long as we can manage, him fucking the silk in and out of my pussy. The side tie ones can also be used as blindfold/hand ties.
Hotel bathrooms. Being shoved over the cold tiled bathroom vanity, nipples stiffening against the cold tiles, all those mirrors. Hair pulling: on all fours, him behind me, his one hand grasping/slapping my bottom and the other with a handful of my hair pulling/tugging and the closer we are the more frantic and painful I can take it. He likes to slip his fingers into me before we have to do something formal eg dinner party/drinks with friends so he can look at me and sniff/suck his fingers without anyone else clocking the slight smirk. Sleazy talk, I'm a good girl day to day so the filthier the better. Rapid shallow breathing so I go a bit light headed intensifies a rough, quickie. We also both love it when you get so wet and sweaty from grasping at one another that your skin sticks together and we can hear the sticky whacking of his balls when he's behind me pounding into me or when he slaps his cock across my face.
(Tue 27th Oct 2009, 22:54, More)
Pink silk knickers
First time, be gentle.
Pink silk knickers with side ties. The silk has to be thick, quality, heavy silk and they must have side ties. The thicker silk provides just the right friction as my husband and I discovered on a long train journey last summer, one which we now regularly make. The rhythm of the train, the friction of the silk which with the right maneuvering provides just the right pressure on my clit to make my lips swell and glaze, soaking the silk to a deep crimson. My husband likes to sit opposite and watch. Wrap skirt/dress with stockings essential for this so I can part my thighs just so and flick the skirt fabric back over my legs if necessary so he can see how much I am soaking the silk and watch the wet patch spread. We see how long we can go without either of us actually fingering my wet silky lips. The longer we wait, the better the pay off. If the environment allows, he likes to undo the ties and use the silk to rock the fabric against my clit pulling the silk back and fore across my pussy with him grasping the silk in a firm fist at front and back, still no actual finger play yet but spreading the wet patch. If we can fuck where we are, the silk knickers stay on as long as we can manage, him fucking the silk in and out of my pussy. The side tie ones can also be used as blindfold/hand ties.
Hotel bathrooms. Being shoved over the cold tiled bathroom vanity, nipples stiffening against the cold tiles, all those mirrors. Hair pulling: on all fours, him behind me, his one hand grasping/slapping my bottom and the other with a handful of my hair pulling/tugging and the closer we are the more frantic and painful I can take it. He likes to slip his fingers into me before we have to do something formal eg dinner party/drinks with friends so he can look at me and sniff/suck his fingers without anyone else clocking the slight smirk. Sleazy talk, I'm a good girl day to day so the filthier the better. Rapid shallow breathing so I go a bit light headed intensifies a rough, quickie. We also both love it when you get so wet and sweaty from grasping at one another that your skin sticks together and we can hear the sticky whacking of his balls when he's behind me pounding into me or when he slaps his cock across my face.
(Tue 27th Oct 2009, 22:54, More)
» Famous people I hate
Make yourself comfortable...
Ralf Little - weasly streak of piss self satisfied. Mancunian life-lottery winner - he didn't earn any success he probably lifted it.
Gary Rhodes - the child catcher of cookery.
Lauren Laverne - I want to like her, I feel that I *should* like her but I just can't bring myself to swallow her self satisfied professional Northerner dilettantism.
Ian Hislop - I love Private Eye, agree with his stance on a whole host of issues but the bloke is about as welcome on my TV as Myra Hindley at a fun day at the local Primary.
Alan McGee - Scottish cunt. Should be teaching Business Studies in a failing Glasgow comp.
Bono - potato faced tax evading dollar whore dressed up with a RED cunting veneer of philanthropy. Twat.
Vernon Kaye - a collection of hair, teeth and suits. No discernible talent.
John Lennon - misogynist with a bong and a guitar. Dead now, let's move on.
Stella McCartney - pie faced Veruca Salt. Yeah, you made it with your talent not your surname.
Caitlin Moran - from her Wikipedia entry: "Critic and columnist at The Times. She regularly contributes to the Times' Alphamummy blog". She doesn't do what she says on the fat faced tin.
Everett True - Blah blah blah Nirvana blah blah Kurt blah blah and is now turning into Jonathan King for as my great Grandmother used to say "the life you live will tell on your face".
Peter Mandelson - slowly bumfucking the life out of the country since 1992.
There're loads....
(Thu 4th Feb 2010, 21:39, More)
Make yourself comfortable...
Ralf Little - weasly streak of piss self satisfied. Mancunian life-lottery winner - he didn't earn any success he probably lifted it.
Gary Rhodes - the child catcher of cookery.
Lauren Laverne - I want to like her, I feel that I *should* like her but I just can't bring myself to swallow her self satisfied professional Northerner dilettantism.
Ian Hislop - I love Private Eye, agree with his stance on a whole host of issues but the bloke is about as welcome on my TV as Myra Hindley at a fun day at the local Primary.
Alan McGee - Scottish cunt. Should be teaching Business Studies in a failing Glasgow comp.
Bono - potato faced tax evading dollar whore dressed up with a RED cunting veneer of philanthropy. Twat.
Vernon Kaye - a collection of hair, teeth and suits. No discernible talent.
John Lennon - misogynist with a bong and a guitar. Dead now, let's move on.
Stella McCartney - pie faced Veruca Salt. Yeah, you made it with your talent not your surname.
Caitlin Moran - from her Wikipedia entry: "Critic and columnist at The Times. She regularly contributes to the Times' Alphamummy blog". She doesn't do what she says on the fat faced tin.
Everett True - Blah blah blah Nirvana blah blah Kurt blah blah and is now turning into Jonathan King for as my great Grandmother used to say "the life you live will tell on your face".
Peter Mandelson - slowly bumfucking the life out of the country since 1992.
There're loads....
(Thu 4th Feb 2010, 21:39, More)