Numi's boudoir

And i here i was thinking the best part of winning the ashes was taking home the urn and having bragging rights over the poms, but i stand corrected.
You are a woman of your word Numi and as always full of class and beauty.
P.S We have already won the series being the incumbents sweety 😁. The Oval here we come!!!

Aw, thanks.... Nothing like digital ink, eh? :D

I was going to say that if England win at the Oval, the series will be 2-2, although you do get to hang on to the urn, obviously. But on the evidence of today, it's not looking very hopeful :(

Still, I have proved elsewhere today I can make you wave the English flag :devil:
 
*curtseys*

I was going to do a pirouette, but clearly I am not wearing anything other than those knickers... :eek:

Umm... I don't believe that anyone here would be complaining if you had. Applause and cheers yes...complaints...no.;):D

And BTW its a great pic, I loved your AV with it but the larger print ones even better. You have mad skills with photo editing but the original canvas you were born with its pretty amazing as well.

Both you and H stay incredibly fit.
 
Hehe, I hadn't thought of the no hands position! It is said (though it may be apocryphal) that the cock unscrews, so it can be removed when the sculpture is unattended, in case of theft. :D

Hopefully they have some spares in case of a successful heist. They could also screw in a different size or shape to go with the theme of an exhibition. :)
 
Congratulations Numi.

Totally outplayed us and a deserved win. Though you didnt win the big prize, im hoping it brought a smile to your face and in the spirit of fair play i shall leave my AV up for a week. I tried to find a pic of the urn to put in my other hand, but that would have just been gloating lol.

To the winner go the spoils and you are a winner Numi.:)
 
Hopefully they have some spares in case of a successful heist. They could also screw in a different size or shape to go with the theme of an exhibition. :)

Like a small, shy one when it's a bit cold, or one with a little hat on during Carnevale, that sort of thing? That could work... :cool:
 
Umm... I don't believe that anyone here would be complaining if you had. Applause and cheers yes...complaints...no.;):D

And BTW its a great pic, I loved your AV with it but the larger print ones even better. You have mad skills with photo editing but the original canvas you were born with its pretty amazing as well.

Both you and H stay incredibly fit.

I've been fitter, I'd say, but I'm doing pretty well after cycling a lot in France this summer. I seem to have found a way of eating/exercising that is working for me, and I feel healthier than I have for a long time. :)

I knocked up a few more digital tattoos for your entertainment ;)

https://i.imgur.com/Xo43pUc.jpg
 
Congratulations Numi.

Totally outplayed us and a deserved win. Though you didnt win the big prize, im hoping it brought a smile to your face and in the spirit of fair play i shall leave my AV up for a week. I tried to find a pic of the urn to put in my other hand, but that would have just been gloating lol.

To the winner go the spoils and you are a winner Numi.:)

I played my part, definitely, all those hours on the sofa, especially during the long partnerships, lest I accidentally provoke an English batting collapse... :cool: :D

Seriously, though, what a great series. Well played by both sides, some of the best cricket I can remember seeing. I'll keep my Aussie tattoo this week too.

You can gloat over the urn, you deserve it. But roll on November 2021. We'll be over to collect it ;)
 
Just dropping by, to send some love to Lady Numi :heart:

Sorry, I haven't responded lately....so much to do, and so little time.....

28 hrs til liftoff :D
 
Hi

Hi Numi,
whatever you do, do not invite me into your boudoir!!!!
Because I would not leave without putting up one hell of a fight!!!
 
Just dropping by, to send some love to Lady Numi :heart:

Sorry, I haven't responded lately....so much to do, and so little time.....

28 hrs til liftoff :D

Aw, don't worry, you have your priorities absolutely right.... safe travels, Lord D, I'm sure you're having a wonderful trip... :heart:
 
Hi Numi,
whatever you do, do not invite me into your boudoir!!!!
Because I would not leave without putting up one hell of a fight!!!

Hey... :) No fighting... ;)

What's the P for, Mature4P? Pancakes? Pillow-fights? Something else starting with P? :eek:
 
I wrote the following ages ago, pretty soon after the event. I didn't get around to posting it, for reasons I can't remember. But I came across it again recently, and it brought back some good memories. Which I share with you now... :devil:
 
On an impossibly romantic balcony

https://i.imgur.com/TlB6jzM.jpg

We'd booked one of those overwater bungalows for the South Pacific leg of our 'trip of a lifetime'. If you're only going to do it once, you'd better do it right... I'd hoped that the terrace would be private. Partly for naked sunbathing, but mainly for filthy outdoor fucking.

When we arrived, disaster! The terrace of the allotted room was overlooked by one of the bars, maybe fifty metres away. There was no corner in which you could even have had a sneaky fiddle, never mind the full-on outdoor session I'd had in mind since we'd booked.

After a bit of face-pulling and negotiation, though, we were reinstalled in an alternative location, this time facing right out to sea, and offset from the neighbouring bungalows so no-one could really see what anyone else was getting up to. Perfect.

There was a large wide terrace with two sturdy loungers, chairs, a couple of hammocks (a bit ambitious!), and then down some steps a second, lower platform. That one had the ladder for getting into the sea, and was also a little more overlooked. If you were looking...

We'd taken the chairs and a little coffee table down to the lower platform earlier in the evening to watch the sunset with an aperitivo. That was pretty damn romantic on its own, of course. After a small dinner in the restaurant we took a bottle of wine back down to the lower platform and sat in the darkness, sipping the wine, chatting quietly, marvelling at the clear night sky full of stars. And kind of waiting for our neighbours to go to bed ;)

On one side the neighbouring bungalow was quiet and dark. On the other the female half of the young couple was lounging in one of the hammocks. Eventually she was summoned indoors, and we were alone.

I was wearing just a sarong, him in a robe, cockring already in place, and not a moment too soon, if you're familiar with the impossibility of getting one of those things on once any sort of stirring has occurred. I had one foot up on the coffee table, and the warm night air on my skin felt lovely, breezes like the softest caress. I hadn't imagined that anything would happen down on the slightly exposed lower platform, so I was quite surprised when I felt his hand run up my thigh, and then his fingers at my pussy lips.

I was a little hesitant at first, it seemed very much out in full view down on the lower platform, but he was gently insistent, and I gradually relaxed into it. And as usual for me, I quite liked the idea of people watching, if anyone had come out onto their own little balcony and discreetly observed my treatment.

He told me afterwards that I went from "Really? Right here? Are you sure?" to legs spread wide, wanton abandonment and "Fuck yes, bring it on" in seconds :D

He knelt between my knees and put his head between my thighs. I felt his tongue seeking out my nectar, and it can't have been difficult to find... I laid my head back and enjoyed him performing his magic at my clit. I tried to remember to look at the stars and listen to the breakers crashing onto the distant reef. And I tried to be quiet. Mostly successfully, I think. ;)

At some point I grabbed his head and ground against his tongue, I'm sure, because there's always a point when all rational thought is gone and all I am is my clit, racing towards the cliff and so, so ready to leap over it.

After I'd cum, he nuzzled me briefly while I came down, and gradually became aware of my surroundings again. It truly is a 'little death', an orgasm...

He sat back in his chair, and I could see from his silhouette in the dark that he was very aroused. His cock was pointing at the sky, with the gorgeous curve he gets when he's particularly excited. When I took my turn to kneel before him, I found out just how excited he was. There was copious precum, and I lapped at it, but carefully, so as not to push him too high. His balls were freshly shaved and beautifully smooth, and I gave them the attention they deserved, too.

I recall thinking at this point that if anyone could see us, the silhouette of me kneeling between his legs taking his cock in my mouth would be unmistakeable, but I really didn't care.

I edged him a few times, which is way more difficult when you're both trying not to be too noisy. Eventually he'd reached the 'got to fuck you right now' level, and shooed me up the stairs to the loungers.

I lay back and he plunged into me with the fervour of a man who's been taken pretty close to the edge and back. There's nothing quite like the deep, deep penetration borne of rampant desire - there was no slow, teasing entry this time, just a full slide of his whole length into me in one smooth stroke, and I loved it.

After a solid pounding, he produced the Womanizer and I flipped over onto my hands and knees so he could take me from behind whilst I wielded it. I think I came twice with it, once in that position, and once in 'scissors', but to be honest it's a bit of blur. A lovely confused blurry tangle of limbs and slippery parts.

He pressed me once more into the lounger cushion with his final thrustings, and came hard with a silent roar.

And then we retreated inside to bed, and I was asleep in seconds.

Postscript: a couple of days later we were both up for a repeat. There was a new couple in the bungalow next door though, and as the night drew on, they seemed to be waiting and watching for everyone to disappear. We decided we'd had our go, and left them alone to the stars and the crashing of the waves, while we made our own roaring inside...
 
"...he came with a silent roar."

Love that line.

Great story of your adventure. Wonderful of you to "spread the love".
 
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