The Cara Sutra

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2012-02-11T23:07:00.001+00:00

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2012-01-18T16:17:00.000+00:00

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Some thoughts this evening...

2011-09-24T01:34:00.000+01:00

I feel the heat of your spirit, your heart, your passion, even as you walk past me. It calls to me on the very air itself. There is a spark in the unspoken connection between us, something that we know has been, that isn’t now, but that yet will be. Your scent lingers as deep as a kiss and evocative, like fire pulsing through my veins. Every touch from you is like addictive syrup, a nectar that you dose out, the required medication for my madness.

I taste all of your breath, pulling it into me like someone gasping for air to live. Each touch and whisper and soft voiced concern surrounds and comforts me, the reassurance of care that keeps me going, keeps me believing. Not really understanding yet I know this must be, it is right, there cannot be another like this. Giving faith and hope one last time, knowing that satisfaction and happiness can only come with complete surrender – but why is it so hard? Surely we of all people should understand one another, wants, dreams, desires – fears? But knowledge is power and that worries the intelligent and rightfully wary – cautiously we venture into the deep and gently, tenderly feel for one another, not wanting to tear asunder our known thin skins and rip apart the wounds we see in one another.

To slip between the sheets, lay in the warmth. Not only physical but knowledge of concern and emotion, something there that has given another chance, saying that yes maybe after everything, things can be ok. A flickering small flame of hope, flickering in the wind and threatening to be defeated at any moment but struggling and so determined to hold on. This has to be worth it – the feelings, we know they are not like any others.

To hold, to stroke, to kiss – these are things longed for but feared. The terrifying leap to potential abandon, rejection, neglect – to lay out oneself on the line and face the cold harsh and often blunt feeling of one so alike it is like looking into a mirror.

The hard times were necessary, the fights callous and cold – the counterbalance being the meltingly hot fire of the passion that fuels both. To feel is to live. What is life without love? Open myself up to this, the pain, the potential to be hurt, to suffer. It is all on the same journey. Better a hurt from trying than a life shut off in defence without even giving this a chance.

Gentle skin touches. Finger tips trailing over your skin. The feel of your lips on my flesh, then on my lips, so softly. Fingernails so subtly and erotically exploring the boundaries of my clothing, investigating how they are to be removed, slowly, gently, revealing more flesh for playtime and pleasure and all that lies beneath your seductive and arousing fingertips. Lips straying to my neck as you lose yourself in the moment, my head rolling back, hair free and untamed as ever, willing you to take me as your own and be the passionate fiery match I adore.

So these are the dreams I shall have tonight...

Broken and bound...

2011-07-28T20:38:00.002+01:00

All such a blur now, afterwards, as always, the echoes of memories remain though, of hot breaths close to my ear, the spine tingles as he tiptoe walks his long nails over my flesh, flesh bound tightly with beautifully worked rope, rope so red to contrast my pale skin. The knots that hold the frame together marking me like bullet points I can feel right to my centre.

But we worked our way to that. Before came the innocence, there has to be innocence to be corrupted, violated. And violate me he did, thoroughly and repeatedly so I’m still feeling it now a whole day later. The new sleepset started it off, my flesh coated in apple green satin with cream lace edging. The little strappy vest clinging and hard nipples erect and showing through. And the fluted shorts that made a feature of my plump rear, round and ripe and ready to be enjoyed.

The epitome of innocence, laid on my front on the bed, legs up crossed and swinging to and fro, reading and clutching teddy tightly for comfort and warmth.

I hear the sharp intake of his breath when he enters the room, his murmurs of approval as his hands roam over me, feeling the tactile sensations of satin against hot flesh then smooth skin of my legs, barely noticeable tiny movements, the slight opening of my legs in case his hands should want to wander further between. Then sitting astride my bottom, feeling his heat and excitement rising, laying down atop me, strong arms and hands pinning my wrists down in front of me and legs tangled against my ankles, restraining me oh so easily. Bearing down into the backs of my knees making me yelp out. A growl suddenly close to my ear...

‘You stole those sweeties from my drawer didn’t you...’

‘mews’

‘I know that you did it, you naughty little girl and you’re going to be punished; punished til you’re good and sorry!’

My heart hammers in my ribcage, stomach doing flips. He drags me up my the waist, hands falling oh so comfortably against my hips as I go onto all fours for him. One hand around my hair, dragging my head backwards, upwards, a sign of possession. The other peeling down& removing those satin shorts, by now saturated and the intense arousal I am feeling becoming visually apparent, more than in a long time.

The fucking is brutal, intense.

He lays back afterwards. I’ve a sore throat from the yelping, gasping for air, the dizzying flashes and spots behind my eyes where the sensation is overwhelming, too much for vision to remain.

But it isn’t over, oh no.

‘You’re not finished yet.’

Head grabbed roughly by my hair again. Head forced down to clean him. Sucking with my already dry mouth I work to satisfy like a good girl. I’m out of breath and trying to rasp for air when I can around him. Then the killer line...

‘Did I mention I need to piss?’

My entire body jolts as reaction. I’m trying to back away but no, no. Hand clamped on the back of my head keeping me to my duty. I start crying now, some part of me knowing this is just going to make him even more excited, the sound of me sobbing, the tears falling, the gulps in the back of my throat like little caresses to the tip of his cock as he thrusts against them inviting more panicked drags of air around him as he fills my mouth. Fucking my mouth harshly, laughing cruelly, never letting up.

His cock tenses and I feel cold fear, not of the acrid burning taste but also the mess, not ready for this, it’s the wrong place! How can he do this... but that is part of him, never predictable, always ready to do the unbelievable, the shocking, things you would never even dream, pushing you to your limits and far beyond them but all with the utmost care, kindness and beautiful compassion even as he makes you scream and surrender your life and do things you’ve never done for anyone before.

The moment freezes and it is only when I let go of everything, time, reality, hope, dignity, when I actually surrender and resign myself – he unloads himself down my throat, cock jerking and twitching violently... it’s just cum, just cum! The relief is so great and there I am tear streaked face, sniffly nose, audible ragged sobs both for air and the confusion and in the middle of this kaleidoscope – so glad to be gulping down his copious amounts, drinking him and devouring.

Finally it subsides and I’m pulled up to him to have my vest removed and to lay in his arms.

‘SO what are you?’

‘naughty. And sorry too ... ‘

~sobs~

He comforts and caresses, shushes my upset and kisses the tears off my face, so gently, you would not believe it was the same brutal lover that had fucked me physically and mentally just moments before. It’s all part of it, it’s a beautiful connection.

He feels my stresses.

‘fetch the rope, it’s bedtime’

My heart leaps, this is a treat for special occasions. I bring the long length red rope, in my teeth, of course. He playfully gags me with it for a moment, teasingly, before taking it and finding its centre to begin the shibari harness around my arms and breasts, before finally tethering me to the bed next to him for the night, breasts tight around tight, making them so hard and full, the nipples at maximum sensitivity to touch whether the sheets, curling up to him, or as he flicks and teases them whenever he wishes with nails or teeth.

I sit up as he ties me and he is behind me. He pulls the rope through the intricacies of the loops and knots slowly, the sensation of it pulling the lengths against my skin acting as total therapy, feeling blissed out, contented. The act of being bound like this makes me so relaxed I am sleepy, sleepy as a kitten, his kitten for him to tie to the bed beside him and pet or abuse as he wishes.

We lay down for sleep. But I know for certain he isn’t done with me yet... and sure enough it isn’t long before the nipple teasing from him curled up behind me turns into spreading my legs and entering me once more, to give me another serving of him flooding me.

Petted and stroked to sleep I felt utterly content - but wasn’t aware that there would be even more before morning came...

Welcome Home

2011-06-19T16:03:00.000+01:00

He is lounging on the sofa when I arrive. Dozing after his busy activities. It’s evening and he is alone there.

Creeping in, careful to not make a sound, I tip toe up, bare feet on the carpet aiding the stealthy motion.

He is looking more beautiful than ever, for the separation. I miss him so terribly when we are apart, physically absent but the memories of him, his body, his scent, his taste... linger like a searing burn scorching my heart... and other places.

I’ve been wet for you all weekend, aching, tingling. Needing you.

I kneel down on the floor next to you, resting my face on my hands near yours. The first feel of you again is your breath on my face. I want to taste your lips again, oh, so much. Run my tongue over them and delve between them as they gently part, giving permission for me to explore you further while my teeth gently play over, nibbling, teasing, daring to ravage as much from you before you snarl back with that passion of yours...

Your breath plays out calmly against my face in the tranquil room. I sigh silently, in response.

I want to wake you with the best welcome I can. Expert yet eager finger tips reach out for the fastenings and carefully unhook and unbuckle your belt, before slipping the button free and so slowly, quietly easing down the zip. I can feel the heat radiating already, on my fingers, from you there. One of the many things I love about you, always ready. Even asleep.

Gently I peel down the waistband of your underwear just enough to slip my fingers inside, and ensure you’re positioned just right. I move over so I am closer to you there, and lower my mouth so my lips touch you through the material... I feel your slowly unfurling hardness, the warmth, the familiar gorgeous presence I have missed for so long, a seeming age.

Rub my face against you, internally moaning with how good you feel, how good it is to be back with you again.

My fingertips move the waistband down, peeling it over to expose you to me. My lips press a kiss to your collar that is presented to me, raw and pink and delicious looking. You leave a salty tasting feel upon my lips. I lick them and relish the reminder of what is hopefully to come. My tongue flickers out and lightly caresses you there, that sensitive spot, then tenderly probes further round. Lips come in to close around you... and eventually I take the head of you into my mouth in a full French kiss effect.

The suction on you there makes you shudder softly and I know you are becoming aware... not yet fully realising that I have returned, yet the familiar sensation is one of comfort, reassurance, something good. It is enough to keep you from jolting, and good enough to make even your sub conscious desire for it to continue.

Fingers reach in to lift all of you out, exposing your now full balls. I pull the material down completely, underwear and trousers, gently as possible, so I can view my sustenance that I have been craving so hard.

I can’t hold back any longer... climbing atop you so I’m nestled between your legs, I prise you up so I can get you in my mouth properly... tasting and teasing, sucking and devouring fully like a good girl. Then suddenly a hand grasping my hair firmly... and...

‘So. You’re back then...’

My eyes instantly swivel upwards and meet your beautifully cruel, dark ones. You surge in my mouth, a pulsing that is the pure essence of passion, of life, of sexuality, sensuality and every single nuance of all that is good in between.

I know in that moment that you are going to consume me entirely tonight. I’m scared and excited in equal measures, just as it should be. You don’t even know *what* you do to me with that look. You don’t even know you *are* doing it.

My tongue and teeth and lips are moving over you so swiftly but covering you so completely and with finesse, it isn’t long before your ardour is worked up to the peak... your hand moves from holding me by the hair to sit part way up, grip me under the arms and haul me upright...

‘I need to fuck you... now...’

I’m pulled up your body with no more resistance and difficulty than a rag doll, my summer dress about my hips and freshly smooth pussy ready –so ready- to welcome you home.

Sitting atop you my hands resting on your shoulders, feeling your head pressed insistently at my entrance that is slick with the wanton lust for you. The sensation as you slowly ease inside, holding at just the tip to tease and enjoy the moment for as long as possible. Keeping my hips raised as I lower my head to finally experience your lips once again, pressed lips to yours, as you taste and scent yourself on me, in my mouth, the carnal mixture jolting you and your hips thrust up trying to take me fully then and there... I dance our dance and raise my hips in harmony with you, smiling into the kiss, so teasing.

A low growl and you rape my mouth with your tongue, teeth nipping at my lips and hands moving from casually on my back to gripping me by my waist, you know how I love when you hold me by my waist, making me feel so tiny, so doll like as your hands encircle me almost completely there and move me where you wish me to be, controlling the speed and angles entirely, making me your toy.

You plunge into me fully then, growling into my ear how you need to fuck me, how good it feels, I’m naughty keeping you waiting... calling me all those names and telling me what I am until my squeaks turn to squeals and I’m dripping my need around your cock, my hips bucking and I’m struggling to thrash about on you wildly but you hold me steady, wherever you want me to be, controlling the journey.

I snake my arms around your back, to lie closer to you, flesh against flesh all the way down, a seamless meet. Your mouth draws in to close upon my neck, predator descending on his victim with a thrilling menace and unstoppable hunger.

Voraciously your teeth sink into me and your tongue forces against me through the vacuum, kissing and mauling as your hands move from my waist to maul my body, embed your long talons into my back and etch those red signature lines that I love to feel you carve into me. You moan then against my neck, breaking the seal to gasp some air and emit the audio from the sensation of me repeatedly drawing up, as far as you’ll let me, then sliding all the way down once again so you are inside me fully. Sitting on you hard and making every millimetre of you feel every single cushioning, caressing part of my internal embrace for you. Swallowing you up greedily then teasing with a break, just to tip again, before the full plunge.

My hands come up to tangle in your shimmering, glossy black hair and I hold you hard there, raising my face from laying on you and kissing you all over... licking your lips with my tongue, tasting every part of you, wanting to inhale some of your essence into me so I can carry you with me always.

The motion gets faster, moving surely to the orgasmic destination...

Suddenly you arch and I feel you filling me, I clench around you and our mouths meet again in a climactic frenzied embrace, breathless and hoarse gasps and guttral sounds between the tasting and devouring.

Too soon we come to calm once again, and I lie in your embrace, sated, loved, holding on to you, my rock.

I will suck you clean soon and we will both once again want more, but that's another story...

For now I am happy you're finally back in my arms, and I lay with my head in your shoulder, against your neck, feeling your pulse and the rise and fall of your chest beneath me.

'I love you.'

'I love you more.'

'I love you most.'

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Dance in the Dark

2011-06-16T22:14:00.000+01:00

The meeting of flesh, too long apart, meeting once again, in the dark.

Moving my hands over your naked body next to me, back turned but inviting me to drape myself around you, cocoon you and shelter you with tangible love.

Breath quickening, audibly, as I slowly stroke my finger tips from your thigh, up over your hips, to snake around, round your warm tummy as I cuddle close. My nipples first grazing then pressed against your back, as I snuggle in tighter so you can feel my warm breath upon your neck... hear those whispers in your ear.

"I love you..."

My leg follows my hand's lead, as it drapes over your body so I am clung on to you, my rock in life's ocean. Curled around you, in some confused protective tassellation, emotion painted out upon the bedtime canvas. Our touches, whispers and responses the palette to draw the inspiration from.

Let me be your muse, you are mine.

The feelings ever present between us are a beacon of shared understanding, trust, security, even whilst pressed together in the dark.

I know you want more. So do I.

Turning you with my leg, gently nudging, hinting, suggesting... please. Respond. For me? Unspoken request. Unspoken answer. You turn on to your back, your face now towards mine. I can feel your breaths upon my face.

Your lips draw close to mine, taste the radiantly hot passion upon my lips, it is all for you. Could you feel the searing heat, in the dark? Does it draw you like a magnet, our lips pulled together by this force?

Tasting, teasing. Breathing. Denying... then the smile I feel upon your face as you recognise my surge in lust at this memorable shared intimacy, the great seduction.

Granting my wish all at once with a swooping predator's fatal blow, leaving me victim to your will. Volunteer to the sacrificial altar, giving myself up to you. Surrendering.

Climbing atop you whilst you yet hold me in ways others cannot begin to imagine or understand.

We move, the slow, deliberate dance of the dark.

Your voice, no words, barely audible sounds from us both, exchanging a communication so primal, so carnal it is felt more than heard.

What you ask from me, I am desperate to give to you. Thrust myself upon you, take all of me. Aroused that you would plead these things. Grateful that you care to show me your want in those ways.

We twist in the darkness, moonlit patterns of liquefied, legato shadows. Transformation from settled scene to a roiling ocean of crested waves... the climax of the storm approaching faster, faster...

I ride this journey out, one I never want to end. Arms embrace as fully and tightly as possible. Light kisses, trailing lips and tongue, tasting the heat, the flesh. Caressing with sharp nips and finger tips.

Falling to a calm once more.

Turning so you are cocooning me in my post-coital haze, the witching hour's subtleties playing upon my mind, the fragmented shards of your voice pinning images to the inside of my mind, linked to the swirling pools of sensation internal and now external.

Radiating warmth, contentment, tiredness.

We drift, in love. Together. Fingers interlocked as tightly as your lock around my heart.

I don't ever want to let go.

Wank and Wanton Wednesday Post - Hitch

2011-05-25T11:41:00.000+01:00

A short piece I have written for EroticNotebook's 'Wank Wednesday' smut festival of erotica. This week's prompt was the word 'hitch'... I hope you enjoy...

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A short drive to the club. The lamplights flickered their teasing striped shadows and illumination through the rain spattered windows, dappling the flashes of flesh exposed from her daringly provocative and revealing dress. Light seized every facet of the sparkling costume jewellery adorning the creamy expanse of flesh of her cleavage, well presented in the plunge front outfit.

She could feel the heat from his body through his smart dress pants he’d worn especially for the evening out. Sat as close as they were in the back of the cab, it was a wonder she wasn’t actually on his lap. It had been tempting. She knew that second vodka at home had been a risk to her self control. She never was very restrained around him. Something about him made her want to be reckless, made her fearless, rebellious, a hissing spitting wildcat wanting to rut in the alleys.

He put his hand on her nylon clad legs and agonisingly slowly hitched up the black flamenco style scrap of material that was the pass as the skirt of the dress, only serving to highlight her tiny waist and the flare of her hips leading to toned, muscled thighs. She clenched the one he had under his warm hand right now. The clenching seemed to continue right to her apex and the small button of clustered nerves located there. She bit her lip and kept eyes ahead. What is he doing? What will he do next? Tingles of wetness beginning. Thoughts forming. Breaths hot, rapid, shallow...

He laughed softly. Knowing what this was doing to her. His fingers spread around her stocking covered leg where he had rested his palm, gripping firmly so he was holding her there, feeling almost searing in sensations to her, held just above the knee, close to where her desire was centred, but nowhere near close enough.

The early evening was now evident in her reaction. Why was he always so much more in control? Why did she always revert to being such an uncontrolled mess around him? Damn that man. Love that man. Want to...

His fingers moved again. Hitching up her skirt ruffles even more. Exposing the wide band of lace at the top of the stockings, the ribbon decorated clip that fastened them to her satin belt beneath her outfit. He briefly moved his index finger over the ribboned clip and she gasped softly... if he undid it now there would be no hiding it, she would soon be unravelled completely, as physically as she was mentally, emotionally.

Another soft laugh.

‘Not yet, slut. Calm yourself. We are almost there...’

And suddenly, they were. Pulling up at their destination, she scrabbled for the taxi fare and thrust it at the oblivious driver.

They moved to exit the vehicle, but not before one last cruel torment from him.

‘Behave well for me tonight and I will be sure to reward you well. You know what that means, slut...’

Her entire body convulsed in an orgasmic shudder as he contented himself with a swift movement of all his fingers over the growing circle of wetness at her V, pressing his fingers hard against her through the lace G-string panel and giving her an insight in just those few seconds to the bliss that would come later. She prayed would come later.

It was going to be a difficult, teasing evening, but oh. So worth it.

You may touch me there...

2011-05-22T20:41:00.000+01:00

Touch. It's such an intimate thing really, yet people can choose to give it away so freely, frivolously. It is both warm and sacred, and dangerous and terrifying all at once.

I am different to a lot of people, I do not like physical touch from those I have not given consent for it from, strangers or passersby in my life. It is special to me, so when people enter my personal space whether from etiquette (a handshake or hug to a kiss on the cheek) or uninvited, I find it quite strange and unpleasant.

Touch is so evocative, makes us so responsive. We use touch to caress, to show affection, all the way up to orgasmic unions of the flesh. From a light trailing of fingertips over gradually goosepimpled flesh, to lips and tongue meshing together, mouths meeting, the places we enjoy the sensations of ingesting food into us, we share with another. The tender soft flesh of lips upon anothers, tasting them at their entrance there, tongues wrapping round each others, becoming part of each other for that all too brief moment.

All the way to writhing atop another, touching flesh without a break, no gaps, pressing together as close as possible for the shared warmth, feeling their heart beating against you, hearing it through their chest or feeling their pulse in the darkness along with the ragged drawn breaths with the sexual motion.

Touch - it's important. I won't give it away freely. I will not have it taken from me without permission either. It is valuable.

So many people yearn for human contact, not just online or even face to face communication but that affectionate warmth. It stirs passions in us, longings for more. Long deadened emotions can be once again aroused when we are touched a certain way.

Conversely, a touch in a familiar way can have connotations to bad memories, being touched in a certain place... what's yours? Ears? Feet? Ribs? can lead to shudders as the scenes come rushing back all too swiftly and vividly.

Perhaps I am hypersensitive. Perhaps I should open myself up to more flesh to flesh contact, be freely touchable, huggable. Allow myself to be stroked by whoever. I cannot stop myself from feeling it is too valuable a sensation to be anyone's, however.

I cannot do anything but give it to the select few I have allowed to share that part of me, sensations blooming from the flesh contact, whether in a motherly hug and tender holding of my child, an embrace of a close friend, or the known and intimate, learned touches, strokes, kisses and more to those I have shared all of myself with, body and soul.

Self sacrifice

2011-05-17T09:57:00.000+01:00

I slide to my knees, between your legs. You tear your eyes away from what you are doing to look down at me. My eyes are pleading with you, burning with need. Please. Please let me. Please may I feel you. Please may I taste you. Please?

Need to have your hot, pulsing length in my mouth, to take you there and swirl my tongue around you. I’d do anything to pleasure you this way. What will you make me do in order to have the privilege of tasting you there?

You already know I would do most anything for you. Take the challenge of setting me something... will you put me in pain for you? Make me suffer in frustration for so long? Make me beg, nakedly, on my knees, out loud, make me tell you what you are to me, how much I want you, what you do to me?

Grab me by the hair and drag me violently to where you want me. Roughly shove my mouth upon you and rape my throat with your thrusting cock – I so want it.

My clit aching, throbbing, screaming out to be sated but at the same time loving that you leave it unattended, your pleasure coming first, all I can do is writhe and enjoy vicariously your sensual pleasure.

Give me all your sadistic evil, laugh at my suffering for you, my desire. Make me feel like the little girl i am in front of you, nothing, nothing but a naked little whore to be used and filled and fucked and abused.

Tie me tightly so the binding digs deep into my flesh and leaves those marks that last for days... bruise me and welt me. Slap me so the sting emblazons not only across flesh but across my mind, wiping it, some catharsis from your abuse.

Grip me by the neck as you steal my breath away, into you, suck out my life and take it for yourself. Squeeze harder as you look into my eyes, flitting between complete trust in you to those nuances of panic.... what if... too far... will he....

Can’t breathe, but trust you. Want your pleasure more than air.

Dig your nails deeply into my porcelain soft easily bruised flesh. Scratch me and make me wince then cry out for you. Feel that you can show me mercy, or make me bleed as you wish.

Make me hurt for you. Please. Make the hurt real, that I feel in my heart when you’re not touching me. I want you so much. Please just touch me, I don’t care if I have to hurt for it.

Please take my body and use it, enter me where you will, with what you will. Fuck me hard all night then again all day. Take me whenever, however you want.

Use me then toss me aside like a used disposable toy. Fling me down and uncaringly rape me like a fuck doll. Treat me as your personal whore.

My body is yours, take it.

Please, just let me touch you. Make me please you. Take me.

Whenever he wants

2011-05-14T10:40:00.000+01:00

That's the lesson learned. Whenever he wants.

I never know when it will be. The first sign is just a look, that look. Piercing with those beautiful dark eyes, invading me even before the first touch. Thrills travelling directly and occupying territory that I know belongs to him.

He cups my chin in his hand, face a mesmerising combination of desire and menace, that addictive potion that fills the air with latent intent.

He looks down upon where I am innocently sat... forcefully he grips my face as he descends upon me to steal the breath from my lungs, drawing it out of my body to merge with his. We kiss, deeply, fully, exploring each other like the first passionate embrace of a steamy and torrid affair.

Beside me then. Fingers snaking underneath my clothes to feel his hypnotic fingers dancing along my flesh, light trails then a defined grip around my waist. Pulling me around, our lips still together, to straddle his lap, where I can feel his need beneath me. I gasp and my arms move up to encircle his neck, moaning and writhing, kissing him so deeply, like I depend on his breath for my own life.

He knows he has me aroused. As he breaks away and his fingers move up to tease my breasts beneath my top, nonsensical words of need pour from me, stumbling over them as I blush and wriggle while his eyes flit over the reactions on my face and body, amused. Amused at me. The sense of frustration builds and meets with my lust, completing the sense of how urgently I want him inside me.

I want him to want me, as much as I want him.

My hands move down in a reciprocal tease... fingers desperately working to free him so I can pleasure him in some way.

But no... he moves away. Not yet, little girl.

He pulls me... where? I follow, blinded by the lust that fills my vision, deafened by the wanton growls resonating in my mind.

Up, someplace safe. There is a bed... he is stripping me - just down to the smallest scrap of material. He likes that. Pushing me down on the bed to swoop down over my body and devour me. My back, arching, mouth briefly sated with kisses until his moves to some other place on me that is screaming for attention.

My mind is in the place that feels magical, calm, aroused, hungry and able to be sated.

His mouth rests upon my small button of nerve ending and I cry out; but he merely laughs. Get up, slut.

Dragging me by the hair to where he finally does free himself, kneeling up on the bed, I am awkwardly placed, half up on elbows, struggling to balance, he likes my discomfort, I feel. It adds to his sadistic thrill.

I see his want, then. Just before he forces it all the way to the back of my throat. Fast shocking penetration of my mouth all the way to where I gag and splutter, to short, slow, entries... where he can feel every tightly suckling nuance of my lips as they travel down him, my tongue swirling round his head and my cheeks then throat embracing him, enveloping him tightly, warmly, wetly.

Enough, for now. Turn over, slut.

Clumsy movements, dizzy with sensations. Twisting to flip over and rest upon hands and knees, but his sharp talons gripping my fleshy hips force me to my elbows, legs spread and my want unashamedly there for him to view and take.

His tongue lashes again, first. I am not thinking now... just feeling. This is the pinnacle of pleasure, the moment before he takes me, the moment before I am able to offer myself to him, for his enjoyment. The carnal and raw meeting, just a crazed lust that drives us to animalistic rutting and fucking, possessing each other entirely.

Then, I feel him. There at my entrance. Before he takes me, he teases by just resting there. I am mewling like a tortured kitten, begging him to fuck me. Fuck me now. Please. Please! Fuck me, it's all yours. All for you.

I hear his stifled gasps of pleasure hearing this, that I know he loves. I'm all his, and he can have me whenever he wants, however he wants.

With one swift and violent motion he completely impales me. The pleasure in my mind takes a solid form before he deftly shatters it into a myriad of erotic sensation fragments, the frisson of energy sparking the electric jolt that wipes my mind entirely clear except for the pure, blissful feeling.

His hand, round my hair. Palm resting on my neck. Pushing me down... down. Face hard into the bed as he fucks me. Other hand between holding my hip and moving up to evilly pinch my nipples just so it makes me twist on his cock in the way he likes.

He penetrates me time and again. I know not how much time passes, it could never be long enough even if it were a whole day. I am greedy for him, greedy for more.

Dragging me back up by the hair, still inside me but we are both just on knees now. His hand still has me in complete submission to his will and whims. His mouth, letting out growls and describing just what I am to him, right into my ear. Low, deep, filthy growls. All I can do is whimper, he has wiped my mind of coherent words and ability to articulate this. I could never describe what I feel in that moment. Nothing is ever even close to how it feels.

All I let out is the inadequate squeals of rapture and the need I can put into the few words I have left. Please. Please. Please. Fuck me. Harder. Harder. Oh god please, I want you...

I'm yours, for no other. It's all for you. I'm all for you.

He gasps at this - then suddenly explodes within me with a loud exclamation... filling me with him, making me clench and shudder and tremble and writhe...

Eventually we quieten and he lays atop me. Kissing my neck, he slowly lets go of the vice grip he has around a wrist and my hair.

I love you.

I love you too, what was that for?

A lesson for you. I can take you whenever I want.

Sextoys HQ meets KD Grace!

2011-04-29T10:19:00.000+01:00

The other week I was lucky enough to meet the lovely and gorgeous KD Grace, most divine erotic authoress I have had the privilege to meet!

She was to arrive at Sextoys HQ 1pm 20th April... and we were all very excited. Finally, we would meet one of the foremost erotic authors in the world of hot romance, lustful liaisons and kinky adventures, bound beautifully in Xcite novels, anthologies and of course her other works.

KD Grace is the author of The Initiation of Ms Holly, which we are soon to stock at Sextoys.co.uk. Also, I eagerly await the publication of The Pet Shop, which if the descriptions so far are anything to go by, will be her most ravishingly thrilling and decadently dirty romp yet.

The day itself was baking hot, during the surprise heatwave which struck England a few weeks back and has sadly since seemed to dissipate. I worked as usual in the morning, describing various dildos, vibrators, lubricants and other items, as well as writing up sexual tips and relationship advice for The Vibe blog. Twitter was busy as ever and colourful photos and promotions made their way to our Facebook page. It was all happening.

The day flew by and before I knew it it was KD Grace time! I mean literally before I knew it. There I was in the sunlit haze at my desk before the full side of glass window expanse and I'd settled right into the world of erotic adjectives, arousing alliteration, astonishing assonance and anal adventures (!) and had kicked off my shoes, flexing fingers between belting out romps and bedroom tales on my poor overworked keyboard.

Suddenly, a call across the office.

'Cara!'

'Cara! Oi wake up! *laughs* There's a lady downstairs for you?'

Crap! That time already? I stumbled out of my cherry lube filled reveries to my bare feet, and without thinking, flew down the stairs to let the lovely and famous author in. It was only when I reached the door I realised - shoes!

Oh well. She seems very nice, hopefully she won't mind. At least I had red painted nails to match my cherry corset I picked out to wear & look pretty that day.

KD Grace's smiling face met me through the glass panelled front door and I let the amicable if still mysterious lady in. I'm so much better at seducing in writing, in person I'm self conscious, unsure and feel clumsy! I was actually nervous. We did the usual, shook hands, greeted one another and she announced yes she knew it was I, that she recognised me from my pictures.

Eeps! Oh yes all my provocative harlot style pictures online, whatever must she think! I mumbled apologies for being bare foot and blamed the hot weather. Well, I could hardly admit I just write better without shoes on - how silly would that be!

I led her into the summer light infused showroom which thankfully was tidy and presentable... displays showing a range of our products, from new Shunga and Jimmyjane to time tested favourites such as LELO, Fleshlight, Rocks Off and Spartacus.

Rach and Ellie were in the studio at the far end and came out to meet us. I introduced KD and was slightly relieved that I wasn't the sole focus any more, Rach and Ellie were sure to do a far better job of impressing this lovely lady! Honestly, sometimes my people skills really suck - or at least my confidence does.

I left the smiling, quietly confident (it seemed) KD Grace to Rach and Ellie to get on with the video interview, and cups of tea and coffee and laughing girly chatter - I regrettably had to return upstairs to the busy bustling week of pre-Easter promotions, copy writing and more.

Later on I went down to see how things were progressing. Couldn't keep away, I am sure KD Grace cast some kind of seductive author's spell over me! Before I knew what was happening, Rach had motioned me over and I was sat next to KD on The Sofa (yes, capitals required), whilst Rach and Ellie took various pictures. Some of them are shown on KD's blog. Thankfully, my feet aren't showing!

KD and Ellie got along famously, finding common ground (if you'll pardon the pun) in gardening anecdotes and tips to one another. I'm personally not the kind to get excited about grow bags, seedlings and sprouting shoots (or something like that) but was pleased to see and hear the excited chatter.

Before too long it was unfortunately time to say goodbye. We sadly had to let KD Grace escape the clutches of Sextoys HQ and the allure of cherry lube, leather restraints, a warehouse full of erotic fiction and all manner of buzz-tastic components; she had a train to catch and an evening filled with hot men (I think I got that right).

I really enjoyed meeting KD Grace - she has a gorgeous, addictive and seductive nature as well as a fantastic sense of humour. Her writing is descriptive, imaginative, colourful, talented and seriously sexy - you would be a fool to miss out on her sheet-clenching page turners.

The video will soon air at The Vibe TV, I'll be sure to link you... until then, catch the genius of KD Grace in her novels and writings, information on which you can find at her site http://kdgrace.co.uk

Love you KD! Come back soon!

xxx

Chocolate Love - Part Two

2011-04-18T22:38:00.000+01:00

Then there was that time with the Chocolate Orange. He does seem to like perverting flavoured chocolate. Perhaps it is more the fact his chocolate preferences come in such handy segment shapes...

Anyway. I have mentioned my love of the combination of food and sex. Two great loves in my life fused together with kink and perversion for perfectly filthy fun. I had wondered why he had eaten all but a few segments of his Chocolate Orange, saving a few wrapped up still in the orange coloured foil on the bedside table.

It happened again like last time. I was astride him, facing feet, pussy over his face, on all fours raised up so he can enjoy the view. I like sucking his cock from this direction, I find the angle greatly assists in getting him even deeper in my mouth. From the other side it’s difficult to achieve the angles required for deep throating. The curve of the roof of the mouth and the curve of his cock from this new direction means I can hold his shaft base in one hand, play with his balls and ass with my other hand, all the while getting him as deep in my mouth as I possibly can, actually swallowing on his tip when he is actually down my throat. I can control my gag reflex *really* well, however, he absolutely LOVES when I’m audibly gagging on him, not able to control the drool from not being able to swallow, barely able to breathe, almost fainting from the lack of air as he is choking me with his cock... anyway. I digress.

I am sucking him and he is loudly enjoying it. Both naked, in bed. When I get that familiar cool sensation as he is spreading my lips. The Chocolate Orange segment enters me like it’s found home. Then another, and another. Three inside me. They’re bigger than After Eights, his last choc/sex preference. I do hope... ah... too late he is turning me round...

I’m to sit on top of him this time. The segments attempt to move to my sides, inside me. Making the tunnel for him to enter that much tighter... the segments are starting to melt but are quite solid too. Good job I am so hot and wet... I sit down fairly heavily upon him and I can tell he is getting off not just on the sensation and the sex, but the kink, the control, the roleplay, the perverted messiness. Making me some kind of edible sex toy, like a party centre piece. Some new fondant centre novelty to be fucked til I ooze delicious chocolate creaminess.

I slide up and down him as much as possible, slowly so I don’t lose any segments on the way up, hard on the way down, all points of contact hitting my most sensitive places at once. His fingers merge with mine working my clit which is slippery and chocolate coated. I lean forwards and he takes my nipples in his mouth, teasing and making me leak hotly onto him and the segments... Kissing him with gasping ragged breaths, hearing him tell me what a sick twisted little doll I am, perverted little whore that is nothing but a filthy fuck toy for him... I’m tingling, I need it hard, and now.

Flipping me over, he obliges his fuck doll. My slit is gleaming with chocolate and juices... he plunges deep into me, holding my hips and fucking the melted mess furiously. Angling me so his tip is hitting my g-spot making me call out and beg please, please, please. Please what? he asks.. as always. I don’t know! I reply, as usual. Please don’t stop. Please cum. Please please fuck me. Harder. More. Please...

His climax is heavy, brutal, carnal, needing and urgent. Uncaring and raw, passionate and violent. Filling me entirely and he seems to cum on and on without stopping for an age.

We collapse eventually, a tangled mess of chocolate and cum and wetness and hotness and sticky post-sex flesh.

Then of course, he needs cleaning up... yes. He pushes me down so my mouth meets what is left of those deliciously chocolatey segments - as well as his creamy coating of cum.

Delicious.

Chocolate Love - Part One

2011-04-18T22:18:00.000+01:00

He took me that night, to some fantastical chocolate place and I don’t mean from a Roald Dahl book. I love food and I love sex. Combine the two for the kinkiest, sexiest, most perverted sex. I adore it. Having admitted this fact to him, he obviously wanted to take full advantage. I love when he takes full advantage of me. Anyway. I’m not sure if we covered the After Eights occasion that happened a few months ago...?

They were left upon the side after an evening. Everyone had gone upstairs and we were left embracing on the sofa in the lounge. Talk turned to teasing turned to fondling... turned to glances by him to the After Eights and a really naughty twinkle in his eye... I gulped. He smiled wider. Pushing my head down to suck him (I love when he does that, hand either firmly in my hair or grasping my pony tail if I’ve made one and really shoving me down), he moaned contentedly as I took him into my mouth. Turning me round half way so I was in 69 position... sucking him, my pussy over his face. From where he was he could reach the table beside us...

Suddenly, I feel cold, smooth, SOMEthing entering me. Being pushed slowly into me. My lips being peeled apart, me still with his cock deep in my mouth, holding his base with one hand and devouring him, moaning at the intrusion of this alien object. Wait a minute... cool, smooth, but flat – entering sideways, like some disc being slotted into a drive – it’s an After Eight! One.. then two... then three... melting, I could feel them melting already. The one rammed up against my cervix feeling hot and sticky. He pulled me off his cock with an audible ‘pop’, and slipped out from under me. This left me on all fours on the sofa with him behind, hastily removing the rest of his clothing.

I so hoped I wasn’t going to leak melted minty chocolate all over the furniture.... No chance. His tip was pressing at my entrance, spreading me ready... then with a swift final draw back out, making sure the way is clear, plunging all the way into me so hard, so forcefully – my edible flat square chocolate contents were crushed in a crescendo of perverted sploshing goodness, my pussy filled with cock and half melted, half segmented chocolate and mint cream. The sinful taste of his actions made him cum heavily into me when he was ready, hips violently thrusting into me, leaving me nothing more than an abused rag doll for him to soil and violate.

You may think that’s the end of it – oh no. Not for him. There is always a surprise. Shoving my clothes underneath me (in case of spills), he pushes me down onto my knees on the floor next to the sofa... conveniently between his legs. I am presented with a chocolate and cum-coated cock just centimetres from my face. He doesn’t even need to say anything, just meets my eyes with an expectant and knowing firm look, when I raise my eyes from his cock to his face. I dare not waste any time... or anything else for that matter.

Hungrily I latch onto him with my mouth, taking in every droplet of minty chocolate goodness all intermingled with his cum, licking down his shaft and over his balls, cleaning thoroughly with my mouth like a good little girl. Carrying on even when he is glistening in clean skin tones again. Sucking harder, firmer, not just cleaning anymore. Feeling him harden completely again, pulsing in my mouth. Until he cums a fountain for a second time deep down my throat, his tip actually lodged in my tonsils so his cum jettisons down my neck and warms my stomach almost immediately.

So that was the After Eights episode. Fuck, I love chocolate. I’m hungry again already.

Sometimes...

2011-04-11T21:23:00.001+01:00

I want to be made to strip bare, and crawl naked to you on dirty knees, scraped bruised legs from the abuse you’ve doled out to me, bottom red from the spankings. I want mascara streaked down my dirty face, the face I am going to beg you to fuck hard with your cock.

Desperate to taste it as I crawl between the cradling embrace of your warm thighs, your hand approving on my head, your fingers tangling in my hair. Dragging me towards where you are sat, with disregard, positioning your cock so close to my mouth, my tongue dares not outstretch for I know that to touch without permission is to then not be able to touch at all.

The scent of your cock filling me and driving me insane with a carnal lust. The lust and passion fills me, leaks out of me slowly, making my lips glisten at the apex of my thighs, beads of juice leaking from me slowly to betray my arousal, my urgent need for you.

When you are ready you allow your cock to touch my lips, my cue to open my mouth slowly, my lips rubbing over your tip, taking you in slowly, wetly, my tongue welcoming you so eagerly. Sliding my tongue all round your tip, around and under the collar, making sure the entry is smooth and beautiful. Lips tightly encasing you, moving down, tongue and cheeks forming a tight canal for you to plunge into.

On hands and knees, breasts hanging, nipples hard and bare smooth pussy goose pimpled and slick with wet for you, my mouth slowly becoming full with your cock.

You motion with your hands in my hair, a tug that has been trained into me well... my palms leave the floor and travel up, one to hold your balls lovingly in a caress, the other encloses around the base of your shaft. Supporting as my mouth works thoroughly over your pulsing veins and delicious shaft. Greedily licking up those valuable beads from your tip, relishing the taste of your pleasure.

Bringing my legs close in between yours so I am kneeling for you as you sit in comfort.

Hearing the soft sighs and cut off ragged breaths as you enjoy my sucking. Feeling you tense with erotic delight as you work your cock inside my mouth faster, harder... hitting my tonsils carelessly... making me gag. Enjoying as I’m choking on you, deliberately making it impossible to keep up, to catch needed breaths.

Feeling myself going lightheaded, the breaths I am able to take becoming shallower, urgent, necessary to keep from blacking out entirely. I cannot, must not black out... need to keep going for your pleasure. Seeing stars in the black behind my eyelids, feeling your increasing warmth. Your fucking of my mouth becomes more aggressive, brutal, violent.

I’m choking and drooling, unable to be anything but a fuck hole for your cock, a rag doll that you’re enjoying tormenting and using. I cannot help it, the tears stream from my eyes and the breaths I drag in when I can are short, audible, desperate. You fuck my throat and beyond, making me deep-throat you without a choice.

Your cock is even larger, seems so huge, I cannot take it all. I’m tugging on your balls and stroking delicately, exquisitely underneath, just as you like. I am kneeling doll-like for you, a face to fuck and a throat ready to swallow your cum. Throat fucked raw, my pussy wet with desire and my face wet with tears.

Then you tense, shudder, fuck so hard like you’ll never fuck again... and shoot your oceans of streaming hot cum down my throat. I don’t dare spill a drop, and don’t want to either. I hastily gulp everything down, needing to be entirely filled with you, with your pleasure.

Feeling useful to you, I am rewarded with an affectionate tussle of my hair, before you tilt my face up to you with a finger, kiss me on the lips and tell me what a good girl I am for you...

Sated, it is time for sleep. There we will rest, as I am used, filled for now, until the next time you want to use me. Until the next place you wish to fill me. Always ready to be fucked by you, always wanting it, always desperate. Thank you...

xxx

Top 5 blasphemous Easter blog titles

2011-04-07T10:02:00.000+01:00

Along with serious articles for this time of year - these just seemed to pop into my twisted mind. I wonder if anyone would ever actually write them?!

1. Time for the chocolate feast!

2. Jesus loves you – with holy wooden dildos

3. Stiff love – Get an erection that would raise anyone from the dead

4. Shove all your eggs in one basket - the art of vaginal stretching

5. Nail people on the cross this Easter: a guide to dungeon furniture and strap ons

Just a bit of fun! Made me giggle anyway... can you think of any more?

Welcoming Kat at Erotica Pleasures

2011-03-28T17:40:00.000+01:00

Many of you will know that I am great friends with the people at Erotica Pleasures. The site itself has been running for some time but the Facebook and Twitter etc are relatively new.

My friend Kat runs the social networking side for Erotica Pleasures and has just joined Facebook - so if you could all hop over and add her as a friend I would be truly grateful!

Her name is Kat A Tomic ... hey got to have a glam name for a glam job, right?!

The Erotica Pleasures Facebook page you can find right here

Follow on Twitter here

And of course the superb and sexy shopping site itself... www.eroticapleasures.co.uk.

Erotica Pleasures are a 100% secure, confidential and fantastically run company. You can rest assured that your good and details are held in safe hands, following all data protection principles and run in line with all the regulations of the Financial Services Authority.

Products are delivered in discreet packaging and fast too. They have the lowest prices I can find on the web, and that's saying something ;)

So... what are you waiting for? Make friends with Kat on Facebook and Twitter - then find out what bargains and gifts Erotica Pleasures has in store for you.

They even sell such exquisite beauties as these top quality steel boned corsets, a personal favourite of mine!

~Cara

xxx

Corset/Waist Training: Day 1 & 2

2011-03-24T09:48:00.000+00:00

Waist Training Day 1 & 2

SO my new corset arrived last night, size 22, as my waist measures 26”. White and under bust. I’ll put some pictures up soon too.

Wore it for 2 hours last night and cried when it came off – so painful. Feels like being stabbed through the chest repeatedly with a rusty bread knife.

It’s fine when it first goes on then after an hour it’s just agony.

This morning – back on again at 7.15am – meant to be on for four hours – it’s now 9.45 and I’ve already had to have it loosened in the car as I was crying again. I’m sat in it in the office but my hips feel bruised and blue – going numb –

Not sure how much longer I can keep it on really.... it hurts so much and I can’t work or anything.

I hope it gets better :(

Post PJ Party & Updates from the Manor

2011-03-20T17:51:00.000+00:00

This past week has been much fun again with the run up to Comic Relief/Red Nose Day and the Sextoys HQ Pyjama Party. Yes, Pyjama not PJ-Yama - what a giggle over that little misspelling incident! Had Sable singing his own made up 'PJ-Yama' song at me for days, giggling away thinking it was hilarious. Finally fixed it though. Doh!

The team hit the £1000 sponsorship target on the Red Nose Day fundraising site by the end of Friday. We all celebrated with some wine donated by 'evil boss'. Well I say all, Sable doesn't really drink, Chayat doesn't drink, Harlot can't drink cos of her tummy recovery... so it was the office girls and me slowly getting more giggly and tipsy from 2pm onwards.

Minnie came round Friday evening too, so more wine was imbibed, the bottle I stole from work (shock horror) and a lovely box of Pinot G he brought round. Saturday morning was very painful, not only for me with my hangover but for minnie what with the rubber whip lashing I'd doled out the previous evening, tongue lashings making him cry on his knees and twisted nipples as a late birthday present. It was his birthday on St Patrick's Day.

Saturday morning the boys (Sable & Chayat) went to ballet (long story - well ok not so long but I like that sentence as it is so it's staying) - and I was woken up with a gorgeous breakfast in bed by the gorgeous Harlot.

Snuggles and cuddles later, we were caught in the act (ooh-la-la) by a VERY grinny indeed Sable. Who then proceeded to pounce us with much happiness. minnie pottered around the house tidying and being useful, as is only right.

The rest of the day was busy, once Harlot and I had bathed together and gotten ready - with the arrival of our new 'poly' sofa. Well I say poly, it's a corner sofa but sooooo comfortable and perfect for fitting the four of us on for snuggles and cuddles. We'd previously had two leather sofas which were not only cold to the touch but also had the disadvantage of a separation effect... either all squished up side by side or two couples over the two sofas. We much prefer our new one and pics will soon follow on Facebook, probably!

I went for a lovely stroll around the grounds, I don't usually get to make the most of the enormous amount of land we have - in fact it's so easy to forget we have so much along with the Manor! It was a lovely sunshiney day so I went out and took pics of the 'garden', the orchard, the greenhouse, the veg patch, chickens, beehives, blackberry bushes, willow tree, secret garden and pool. ~sigh~ we really are so lucky. You can see the pics on my Facebook page.

Once the poly sofa was safely installed, Harlot and I left Sable, Chayat and the others in the house to tidy up and minnie was called upon to act chauffeur for a girly shopping day. Harlot and I wanted to check out certain dresses and accompaniments in the nearby town of Letchworth so off we went - and thoroughly enjoyed a day of spending, girly giggles, sparklies and shinies galore.

We got home about 5pm and Harlot was heading off out to meet her own slave in London - to be wined and dined before going back to his to abuse him as is only right, and fun.

Chayat had his friend over and they were involved in computer games - tucked away doing boy things, Sable, minnie and I enjoyed some snacks and cuddles and curled up to watch Saturday night TV (various car crash compulsive yet awful viewing, something with Ant and Dec then Paddy McGuinness) then a film afterwards called The Happening which was a bit icky for me, but still fun.

Woke up this morning after a poorly slept night - Sable isn't very well at all! Shivering the whole night through, despite the heater being on full, him usually always being hot, and me cuddling up to him. He did have a touch of tonsillitis last week so we think maybe the ends of that combined with some other bug. It's gone 5.30pm on Sunday evening now and he hasn't left bed, just been curled up dozing round a hot water bottle with me looking after him and worrying.

Harlot got back around 3, she stayed out last night as it was too late to get home. It's Chayat's birthday today so I think they are off out somewhere later as a treat for him.

... and it's Monday again tomorrow, the merry go round starts again! The weeks, months, year is flying past. Want to get Christmas presents sorted, and before you all scream in dismay, I do have a lot of people to buy for and I'm not minted. Thinking of trying to sort a person a month or two people - so I can present a lovely Christmas package at the end of the year instead of the usual late November panicky rush.

Well that's the plan anyways.

Easter's up before that and all the usual work with promotions etc at Sextoys HQ - I expect it will be rabbits and love eggs galore! Need to get my thinking cap on. At home, we should organise an egg hunt, hopefully the weather will stay nice and we can make the most of the acres outside to give the kids a really good runaround during it.

Harlot's birthday on the 4th April but what to get? Difficult one. She likes Bpal, clothes and horses. I can only afford some of those, lol. Ooh shoes too I guess. Will have to rack my brain - and bank account- this very full year of people and events is going to bankrupt me I swear!

Hope you've enjoyed the update post - will try to write some of the more erotic anecdotes separately... I need to flex those creatively arousing muscles!

til next time...

Cara

xxxx

His Delicious Evil #4

2011-03-16T16:36:00.003+00:00

Maybe this series should have had its own blog, lol

Well! Last night was one of 'those' nights....

We'd already had sex earlier in the evening (I sucked him off -despite sore throat already- then hopped aboard for more*) and later on when we finally got to bed he started with the lubed fingers, then hand...

I eventually had to be taken anally even while I was bleeding from the fisting, then finished off with a magic massager orgasm to help tighten my pussy back up....

*is it bad that when he flipped me over and took me from behind he pulled 20p from his pocket and tossed it on the bed near my hands for me to clutch as 'pocket money' from 'daddy'?

~shivers~

His Delicious Evil #3

2011-03-15T14:58:00.000+00:00

The way he utilises the time I’m stood next to his desk quickly saying hello or asking technical questions in order to slide his hands up my bare legs, pull aside my underwear and start playing with me while I’m stood right there, in the office, while everyone is working away...

Making me leak and writhe right there on his hand, distracted, squirmy, needing it so much, clit pounding insistently and urgently... then taps my bottom for me to walk back to my desk while looking all evil and smug...

~crys

~leaks

~squirms

~sighs

.......

His Delicious Evil #2

2011-03-14T12:53:00.000+00:00

I love when he doesn’t even care if I’m still asleep in the morning, he reaches down, spreads my legs, finds my eager wetness and places himself inside me before fucking me soundly.

I’m stirring and mumbling, trying to form words into coherence to wake up, but he doesn’t care – just carries right on fucking me and grabbing me, pulling me into whatever positions he wants (and he goes through a variety) before becoming finally sated for the moment and releasing himself into my barely awake body.

~melt~

Snuggly weekend with poorly kitty

2011-03-14T12:52:00.001+00:00

Had an amazing day yesterday, despite Harlot being sick L We put off our going out for a meal plans Saturday night due to her tummy problems (she has had surgery to repair a hole in her tummy and has residual eating difficulties and sickness), but also had to cancel last night too. The pains started just after midday again from even a small bit of ‘normal’ food, so she retired to bed but needed snuggling. D & I helped snuggle as did her Chayat of course.

Pretty soon she felt a slight bit better, so I started holding up the entire contents of her wardrobe to go through, a session we had planned to complete for ages. Most of her wardrobe is too big for her now due to much weightloss after the surgery. I’m envious of how many dress sizes have just gone and so quickly! I seem to just stay the same all the time lately no matter what I do. Probably should stop with the cake and wine binges at the weekends... could help ... lol ~muses~

Aaaaanyway, back to the weekend – well yesterday. Ended up all in a love pile on the bed, four of us, watching films and enjoying tender cuddles and stroking, it was delicious, just like it should be. We really need to get a big TV in the main bedroom so we can enjoy ‘our’ time together all curled up in bed together more often. I think it will help relations, communication and people feeling more loved and attended to. In the lounge downstairs it all feels so separate and people can get to feeling left out, people keep wandering in, and the leather sofas are cold! I know, whine whine lol.

We watched Dear John which wasn’t all that great to be honest, shallow plot no depth to characters, predictable; after that we watched The Switch with Jennifer Aniston in it, much better! So funny. Also made us sniffle and tearful in places, the sign of a good feel good snuggle movie.

Hope we get some literal one on one time soon my ‘wyfe’ and I... well I say one on one.. more like one on two or two on one. Heh.... mmmmm ~distracted~

She’s all so cute in her new clothes with new found confidence and especially when she hasn’t brushed her hair since washing and it’s completely wild and curly. Rebellious and untameable, just like her J

Ahhhhh ...

Can’t want to get back home to the kitty basket for snuggle times....

xxx

His Delicious Evil #1

2011-03-13T10:08:00.002+00:00

New series of posts attempting to explain his dark side that I'm addicted to, that makes him so entirely different from any other man.

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Pouncing me first thing in the morning when I'm bursting for the loo, just so that when he's fucking me from behind he can reach down and press on my bladder so I have to clench round him even harder.

~melt~

Mad March Offers from Sextoys HQ

2011-03-12T17:30:00.001+00:00

Hiya!

More fab offers for you this week so keep checking in at Sextoys.co.uk for all your pleasure probes, products, pulsing vibes and more ;)

This Week’s Offer – Doc Johnson Duets Lube and Vibe Combo £8

This week it’s yet another astounding value for money offer. If you want the best deal around, check out the Doc Johnson Duets Lube and Vibe Combo! This ultra discreet, less than 5” long pearl pink mini vibrator is the perfect solution to those travel or quickie relief needs. With a pump dispenser side containing Doc Johnson’s supremely silky I-Lube and the other delivering on the spot pleasure with its intense precision vibrating tip, the Duets Combo means that you can enjoy satisfaction the easy way. The lubricant side is even refillable, and the vibrator functions via a switch on the side. Usually retailing at £26.99, for this week only you can grab this innovative toy design for the quite frankly, superb offer price of just £8!

Sweet Streak Corsets

The seductive and flirty Sweet Streak range of lingerie and corsets welcomes three brand new additions this week. The Lace Overlay Corset cleverly combines the look of an underbust waist cincher with that of a complete overbust corset, all in the same dark evening or gothic imbued style. The absolutely adorable Sweet Streak Ruffled Overbust corset is a vision in pink gingham and a wide black double frill edging, while the Sweet Streak Tease Corset is a simply stunning, renaissance inspired head turner with black swirls upon white, and contrasting, raunchy red frill detail. The plunging sweetheart neckline will draw attention to those feminine assets!

These gorgeous corsets all fasten with front busk fastening and lace up backs for easy adjustment and comfortable fitting, whilst delivering the curves and contours essential for that ultra feminine silhouette. Sizes range between UK 8-16.

Sweet Streak are consistently popular and I know you're going to love them too! I have so many corsets from this range it's unbelievable lol. Other items include saucy nightwear like the Open Front Sheer and Satin Babydoll and teasing G strings and C strings too. With prices starting at just £6.95, who could ever resist this amazingly versatile and huge range of sexy wardrobe essentials?

St Patrick’s Day celebrations

With St Patrick’s Day coming round once again on 17 March, you should be making plans to celebrate!

Why not try out some of these fun ‘going out’ items? There's everything from evening and club dresses for parties and events, to Drunk and Disorderly Labels and Beer Goggles! Keep the theme going in the bedroom and feel like the Queen of the Emerald Isle, with the Seven til Midnight Green Flirty Frills bra and thong, and a cheeky inclusion of a green Crystal Clear Vibrator or two! Feeling kinky? Get out the Clover Clamps for just £6.95! Have a good party!

Mad as a March Hare

Well perhaps not hare, more rabbit! Have you got a rabbit habit? You can be at it like bunnies soon with this superb range of both rabbit style vibrators and smaller bunny themed vibrating toys. The best selling Jessica rabbit range from Loving Joy starts at just £19.95 and offers so many choices of style and colour.

I also love the Loving Joy Randy Rabbit Cock Ring (£8.95) for both to enjoy, and the Loving Joy Finger Rabbit (£9.95) for some intense direct clitoral stimulation for her. There's even a variety of bunny girl outfits too, like the Cheap Thrills Club Bunny Costume, the Flashing Bunny Set for £13.95 or the Bunny Set in Black or Pink for just £5.95. Feeling insatiable this Spring? Try a ride on the Insatiable Bunny, with it’s amazing dual vibrating bullets with separate controls on the handy hand held controller. You would be mad to miss out!

Spring in your Step

Put a spring in your step and a bounce in your mattress with this range of pheromone products, enhancers and more! Get those pleasure parties started and stay in the right mood this March with these helpful pills and potions for added sexy spice.

Spanish Fly is a classic favourite and now comes in a variety of flavours. The brand new his and her enhancers, Blue Zeus and Pink Venus, come in both pill and liquid shot form for portability and discretion at those important moments!

Pheromones are thought to improve chances of attraction between the sexes, so why not check out this extensive range of pheromone enhanced products? There are best selling products such as Viagel, Flower Balm Orgasm Booster and the ‘try them and see’ Tickle Her sachets for just £1.95 (+ free UK delivery)! Find the entire range of enhancer products in the Better Sex category.

Red Nose Day

Sextoys HQ are having a Pyjama Party for Red Nose Day! The entire Sextoys HQ team will wear pyjamas to the office all Friday 18th March, in aid of Comic Relief. So what else is going on?

Red Face Day Facebook Competition

Enter the Sextoys HQ Red Face Day competition on Facebook - just upload a photo of yourself with your favourite sex toy, bottle of lube or simply wearing a Sextoys.co.uk T-shirt to the facebook page between now and the end of 21 March to enter. You could win £100 spend at Sextoys.co.uk!

Sponsor the Pyjama Party!

I'll be taking pictures and posting them online (here, Facebook, Twitter etc) for all to see - so please, can you help give as much as possible to Comic Relief/Red Nose Day this year?

Please sponsor as much as you can, even £1 or £2 with a quick Paypal payment can make all the difference!

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Hope you've enjoyed the updates... keep coming back for more...

In the meantime I'm off to relax and enjoy the rest of my sexy Saturday!

Happy shopping

Cara

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Sponsor me for the Sextoys HQ Pyjama Party! (Red Nose Day)

2011-03-09T14:36:00.000+00:00

Hello sexies!

Come on over to Cara's Red Nose Day Giving Page!

That's right, it's not about the taking, pulling, pushing or shoving this time *winks* we're really gonna GIVE IT SOME!

Want to be involved in the Sextoys.co.uk Comic Relief Action? You're in the right spot... actually down a bit, across a bit.... *there*. Ahhhh.

Give me all your lovin' and all your lovely £££ to help us reach our target this Comic Relief Day. The Sextoys HQ team are having a practically perverted Pyjama Party on Friday 18th March in aid of Comic Relief so JOIN IN THE FUN!

Sponsor me, I won't be wearing what I normally wear to bed (*ahem* nothing *ahem*) but I will be wearing some 'luvverly PJs' and having some fun - I even promise plenty of photos of me and the whole Sextoys HQ team!

Please, please support me and help Sextoys.co.uk reach our target, as your cash really can make a huge difference this year.

If not, I may come after you brandishing a dildo or two!

Thank you lovelies!

Cara

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