OMG!! YesIn my case that is so true. I just love having orgasms. I find it hard to imagine a life without them. And, to be fair, other women must share my feelings on that, or the sex toy industry would never exist.
And the sex toy companies appreciate all your business. Helping the economy in your own special way.
And, most of those businesses are run by women too 
HIYA Breezy!!! ((( huggss )))
We are on the verge of talking sex toys
and provide a few ideas on being creative. Also, some people have trouble having an orgasm without one. They can also be addicting, I found out.
Hiya Sienna, doing well, I hope?
And I'm still on a high with my latest purchase - another pair of boots
http://resources.shopstyle.com/sim/d8/d9/d8d9fad303adf71754d89a918b213c18/steve-madden-victorias-secret-boots-kneehigh-stretch-boot.jpg
Hm... toys. They can be fun - very much so, and incredibly useful in discovering one's own body. They can most definitely be used to spice things up
Then again... fingers? Natural or addictive?
And, yes its 100% leather too, which meant it was quite expensive
Exactly
You are just too nice prop
I.m slowly waking up from a nightmare, I can't remember the last time I was online but on Wednesday this week I came down with some sort of food poisoning.
All day Thursday was spent in a combination of awakened pain and blissful sleep. Since then it's been a case trying to readjust my body to a decent nights' sleep (hopefully tonight).
Not the best ending to my three weeks off work but very efficient from my employers point of view
Forget Emma Watson in this...
I came across a top just like it today and... yes I bought it. Fits perfect on me for my next night out
http://flypaper.bluefly.com/images/emma_watson_black_halter_top_blueflys_blog_flypaper.jpg
Yes, addictive I agree
By the way
Love them too! And the first time I wore them, my colleagues' jaws were on the floor. Get better soon.
I.m slowly waking up from a nightmare, I can't remember the last time I was online but on Wednesday this week I came down with some sort of food poisoning.
All day Thursday was spent in a combination of awakened pain and blissful sleep. Since then it's been a case trying to readjust my body to a decent nights' sleep (hopefully tonight).
Not the best ending to my three weeks off work but very efficient from my employers point of view
Flashback
1st July
So, finally the time came to take up Scoots offer. I picked up Jules on Friday afternoon and we debated what she should wear to a Goth night out. Something dark. I had already chosen my clothes before Leaving for work on the Friday morning. A black lace dress, fishnet stay up stockings and lace panties with black 4" heels.
Jules wardrobe was not exactly full of Gothic fashion gear. Apparently, experimenting in different cultures of fashion was not her thing. And so we put together a black knee length skirt and a black midriff top which shown plenty of her boobs. I wore a grey jacket to hide mine until we reached our destination. My boobs were clearly visible in full within the black lace dress. I was following Scoots instructions all the way and to top the whole fashion choice, we donned black lipstick and scarlet eye shadow. All we needed to do was locate the bar the event was taking place in Sheffield.
I had decided to remain sober being the navigator and driver for the whole night ahead. I did not mind because I wanted to see exactly what a "real" Goth bar was all about. There were strict rules apparently by those who took things seriously in their "clan". Jules and I were honoured guests of Scoots and her g/f along with "departed theme guest of the night, Fanny Cradock."
http://www.bbc.co.uk/southerncounties/content/images/2008/11/26/fanny_craddock_203_203x152.jpg
Fanny Cradock (1909 - 1994)
Neither of us knew who Fanny Cradock was. I never even checked it out on the internet. Apparently she turned out to be some old tv chef for the beeb in the fifties and sixtes. Each time they have a "closed doors" get together they chose a departed guest of honour.
Eventually, after finding the bar, a small city centre public bar often for hire for special occasions with a secure car park (thank gawd) in the rear we ventured into the place. At first from outside it sounded like a rock party was happening inside. I had forgotten that real Goths are into Gothic metal rock band music and that was exactly what it was.
Look out Scoots here we come!! Getting in was easy. There was nobody on the door like we expected. Anyone could have been a guest of honour. The place was loud, and there she was hanging from pieces of string from the ceiling and lights... pictures of Fanny Cradock. We knew that we were in the right "Hell Hole" so to speak
We ordered drinks at the bar. Mine was strictly a coke. Jules a glass of treble vodka and coke on my instructions. We asked around for Scoots and it took ages before she and her g/f met us
A Gorgeous Man Called Shen:
Once we settled in at the pub, Scoots introduced us to some really interesting people including Claudia (spelt Clavdia) her g/f. She like Scoots was a well established Goth. Julia however felt uncomfortable with so many of what she described in a whisper as "weirdo people". I kept her drinks coming which she did not mind at all after a while.
Before long Scoots and Clavdia introduced us to a German guy. His name was Shen and he was their so called "clan leader". He was tall, very tall and his hair was truly golden blonde and down below his shoulders. He wore a false set of fangs, but not vampire. He claimed to be lycan or better known as a werewolf. "I can go out in the sunlight and work during the day." he told us jokingly.
He sat with us at our table and was willing to answer any questions about the cult in a serious light. Basically, Goths (with a capital G) are a true cult which is harmless and many are of all kinds of religion so they were not seriously "demon worshipers". The cult was based on having fun, music, fashion and a liking towards the "dark side" of human culture. He also mentioned a kinkyness towards BDSM in some areas if couples enjoyed it.
Shen was quite helpful and I being sober felt like a journalist asking questions whilst Jules, Scoots and Clavdia got themselves slowly drunk during the course of the evening. The heavy metal rock music played and people actually danced their own moves to the music. Some bands I was familiar with, others were totally new to my ears. It definitely was not nightclub music that was for sure
I noticed Shen looking at me, especially my boobs beneath the black lace dress. My nipples caught his attention no doubt. But then, his beautiful sparkling light blue eyes caught my attention
Question is... if I could, would I? The answer would most definitely be YES
Now I must confess...
Shen and I have been in communication by e-mail all week.
I.m slowly waking up from a nightmare, I can't remember the last time I was online but on Wednesday this week I came down with some sort of food poisoning.
All day Thursday was spent in a combination of awakened pain and blissful sleep. Since then it's been a case trying to readjust my body to a decent nights' sleep (hopefully tonight).
Not the best ending to my three weeks off work but very efficient from my employers point of view
My Nortons needed updating and I took time out to write a diary submission for the thread. A request by a guest. Bless you my love and please recover soon...
UZ IZ FOREVER
My Erotic Diary
Blindfold - Some time ago
It was a hot sultry summers evening. A group of us with nowhere to go in particular hung around the local park. The group was small four girls and three lads, discussing topics of all kinds from football to sex. Sex that mysterious entity that done correctly with a touch of romance seemed like fun, just like in the novels I used to read that inspired me later to write.
The lads were always more open and brash about sex. Showing us girls how big their erections were through their pants, which always gave me the impression that it was painful. Once their bulge was large enough, it did not matter who they shown it too. The cocks would come out in all various sizes and shapes.
I was particular fond of one of the lads, despite Jules warnings that he was far too familiar with getting to know you closely and intimately. What I did not tell her was I already knew him in the same respect, having given him a hand job on the occasions we were alone in certain secret places.
That night in the park we disbanded. Jules and I decided to follow David home. His parents were away on holiday in Majorca and his house was all to himself, or so we thought. When we arrived, little did we realise that David had two older brothers, Simon and Vincent. Jules had known the family for most of her life.
“Shit! I thought those two were away,” she remarked in a whisper. “If I’d have known they were at home I’d have let you know.” I could not really see why that point was important. Simon after all was the handsomest of all three. I was a sucker for good looking guys, and all dangers and fears seemed to instantly evaporate into thin air. I was going to be there guest for as long as I wanted and nobody was going to change that.
“We can’t stay long.” Jules told them. I instantly disagreed by saying we had all night if we wanted. I was not expected home and neither was she. We were supposed to be staying with friends, even if these three guys were not those friends in mind.
What was in my mind was simple. What could happen? What will they do, if anything? Simple curiosity you might call it, and I was up for anything, especially with Simon, but I did not make it obvious. “Well, I’m sorry but I’m going.” Jules declared and left. I noticed the worry and concern on her face for leaving me alone with them, yet I was determined to stay. Again my curiosity won over the love of my closest best friend. “See you later then?” She asked as a final encouragement to leave with her. I confirmed what she asked and that was it. I stayed.
Vincent, the eldest brother was best described as being drunk. David told me that he had drink problems, yet he knew I was there, offering me an alcopop from the refrigerator. “Relax kid, the lads will look after you.” He said with a wink and a smile. David placed his hand on my skirt and squeezed my bum in the usual way.
Simon was quiet. He just looked at me as I sat down on the couch opposite him. I stared him out in my usual cheeky way and managed to raise a smile from him, with a little encouragement from my slightly open thighs. “She’s a goer our Simon,” David told him. “Aren’t you?” He asked looking back at me. A “goer” meaning up for anything sexual or mischievous. I did not think the shy Simon was interested.
David sat beside me and lifted the front of my skirt to my waist. He leaned in, putting his face directly between my thighs. “Fuck! She smells fucking good. Want a quick sniff our kid?” David tried to get Simon a little more interested in me, which I did not mind to be honest. “Show him your tits.” David said. I looked back at him and then at Simon, wondering if there was going to be a response. I was alone with three guys and not knowing for sure how horny any of them were. Regarding myself, I did not mind as long as I was safe and there were no hidden cameras. I knew how amateur porn was made in the UK and I was determined that it was not going to happen to me.
Suddenly David sat back beside me and unleashed his hardness, placing my left hand on it. My normal reaction was to start to rub him as I stared at Simon, wishing that it was his cock in my hand this time. “That’s it, don’t be shy, make me cum.” David demanded. I stopped quickly. It was not the same anymore, especially with Simon being there and Vincent watching with a half conscious grin on his face.
“She doesn’t want to mess about.” Simon said. The first time he spoke. “You fuck me off Dave, you really do.”
“No. I don’t mind. Honest.” I replied, looking back at Simon. “I’ve wanked his cock lots of times. I like the way he cums. I actually love it, but he won’t let me swallow it or give him a BJ. I don’t know why.” They all looked at me, surprised by my open comment. “I’m not going to let him fuck me because I don’t fancy him enough and he doesn’t turn me on that much anyway.” I continued the comments, making David feel embarrassed before his own older brothers. His punishment if you like for taking liberties.
I stood up and walked over to Simon sitting in the armchair and carefully fearing instant rejection, I sat on his lap. The rejection did not come. Infact, he seemed to welcome me whilst David and Vincent looked on. It was time to get familiar with the one I really fancied, but I had to consider his shyness.
After a while Simon seemed relaxed. I straddled his thighs and stared into his eyes. Then, I opened my zipper on my jacket top, revealing my white half cup bra. Simon looked for a long time at my small yet securely cupped and firm boobs. I could see he wanted to feel their smoothness and reveal the nipples just hidden. I think I surprised him when I unfastened the front and let them free. His face was a picture as his eyes almost crossed to focus on my hard pink nipples. “You can suck them if you want. But, I have an idea.” I told him, knowing that the others were listening. “A game. Do you like games Simon?” He nodded his reply silently. “OK, this is what we all do...”
I began to explain the kinky game I had instantly invented. I had always had a good and open imagination and I wanted this to be fun for all four of us, including the drunken slob Vincent. I got them to promise not to hurt me or they would be in serious trouble. Reminding them that Jules knew where I was. I trusted them to play the game with me and so it began.
I gave them the pleasure of watching me strip naked first. Then using my panties I told David to blindfold me and leave the room with the other two counting to twenty-five so that I could hear them in the kitchen, knowing they were not present with me. Then I lay on the rug on my back and waited for them to finish counting.
The objective of the game was for them to strip naked too whilst they were in the kitchen counting. No clothing, apart from my blindfold was allowed. And then they would come into the lounge quietly and touch me anywhere on my body. I had to guess, hit or miss, who it was.
First was such a giveaway. I could smell alcohol already and hear the wheezing breaths of Vincent before he even touched me. He placed his semi hardness onto my lips and I could detect the obnoxious sweaty odour of it under my nose. His fingers made circular motions around both my nipples, feeling the areola before tugging at my left nipple gently. “Vincent!” I shouted. I was not going to tease by saying it was not him.
“Bugger me! I hadn’t even finished with you yet.”
Was I so pleased at that moment? Vincent was the last person I wanted touching me.
The next person was easy too. He kissed me full on the lips, and I co-operated by letting it grow passionate as he squeezed my breasts tenderly. Maybe his attempt to square things up after my comments. I was the girl he intended to date one day and he was showing it like he had never done before. I let him carry on before declaring who I knew it was, and it definitely in my view was not Simon, or so I believed.
He licked tenderly down my neck and onto my breasts; sucking each one in turn leaving cold feelings upon them that made me tingle and break out in goose bumps. It was then I began to doubt my guesses as he moved his tongue further, gliding its cool dampness over my belly. David was not really capable of being so intimate in such a gentle way. It was someone who knew exactly what they were doing to please me. I began to pant and moan as the tingles grew stronger. I wanted to touch them, but that was not the rules of the game.
When his tongue brushed over my scanty pubes, I could feel his breath taking in my scent. It was appreciated and it forced them further to use their fingers to tenderly open my lips wide revealing my inner wetness which was growing along with my clitoris in response. I wondered if David was capable of being so tender like that. I was not going to let it stop, not yet. And to be honest, whoever it was did not want me to call out a name. As much as I he was enjoying it as he licked along my inner lips, placed his tongue inside my wide open and aroused vagina and then he began to lick then suckle upon my clitoris until I began to writhe with pleasure.
“Fuck this!” A voice. It was David’s voice coming from the kitchen doorway as he watched. “I’m not even playing this game. Every time I bring a girl home, he ends up fucking her!” He was angry at Simon. I removed my blindfold and looked down at Simon as I leaned up on my elbows. The shy guy after all was not as shy as I had assumed.
And, like David said, every girl he brought home was fucked by his middle eldest brother. I was one of them it seemed as I spent the whole night and morning being made love to by one of the most gorgeous guys I had ever laid my eyes upon.
It was just one night. Simon was already engaged to a girl in the Royal Navy and today I believe they are happily married with two children. I was never the kind of girl to destroy a relationship and hope I never will.
Sienna
Atleast MrBrett it will all be worth it
OMG!! Yes
