Individually Wrappped Items and Irresponsible Responsible Adults

Today a conversation came up about underwear. It was decided black underwear are either racy or very plain. I primarily wear black underwear. You decide what kind.

I do go mad for smalls. I love bras most of all, but mine are too expensive for me to get lots. This leads me nicely to knickers. Frenchies are very sexy; sitting wrapped around you, made of material with lots of little holes, like a classy peep show. Thongs. Not everyone can pull off a thong, but being able to grab and them in your mouth is nothing if not a turn on. Then there are frillies; under a pair of jeans and a baggy tee, there are few things as good as pulling it off to find racy red frilly undies. Something so unexpected, yet so sexy. At the other end of the scale there's boy pants (whether they're actually made for guys or just girls boxers) although not directly sexy, are still a hot look because legs and ass is guaranteed to look good. Not to forget the classic brief. It's like blue jeans and a tight, white tshirt. You can't go wrong with classic.

At the end of all that, underwear are like Cadbury's Roses. It doesn't matter how pretty and shiny the wrapper is, you want the good stuff inside.

Back to two actual events, both of which happened yesterday. The first is that a teaching assistant asked me out for coffee. That's not... right. That's like sleeping with your boss (don't say it). He knows that, I'm sure. Now don't get me wrong, he's a perfectly nice guy and he wasn't making a move (I don't think), but it still begs the question where have all the responsible adults gone? The boss is clearly not a good example, my economics teacher spends more time staring down my top than teaching (it got me a good report) and now this. Men are clearly driven purely by hormones. This is proof enough for me.

The second item of importance is that I wore a backless top. It was sunny and Sara and I had a couple of frees together (lessons got cancelled etc). I was lying on my front trying to work (note the word "trying") and Sara came up behind me, played with my hair, and kissed my neck. Her mouth moved down, her fingers playing with the back of bra. Her tongue was spreading across my spine and her breath blowing cold making me shiver. Wrapped her lips around my shoulder blade, I could feel her teeth. Now you understand why I was trying to work and not actually working.

Sara must learn to choose a more appropriate setting. Like someplace dark where people aren't paying attention to us. Like a cinema. My hand creeping across and running up her thigh. Lips joining silently and tongues dancing without a sound. Her hand cups my face, mine run through her hair. Getting closer, sinking into the kiss. Coming up for air; credits are rolling. How was the film?

P.S. Let me give you a clue to the black underwear. Sara thinks I look hot in them.

Yes, we are. No, you can't watch

As I left school today Sara caught up with me and we kissed at the top of the hill. Bad planning means this is where the chavs go.

"EURGH! They're KISSING!"

I honestly thought we'd travelled back to primary school. I turn around and see a group of disgusted faces. "yeah, so?" Shocked faces, no reply. I tell Sara I'll see her later and walk past the chavs. As I do they start to all whisper "they were kissing, kissing, like their tongues touched and everything..." I rolled my eyes, "life's tough, huh!"

One girl came up with the very witty reply of: "life's sick more like!" Followed by "who kissed? Her? "

"YES ME!" Follow up with angry mumbling about homophobic idiots. As one of the girls I was walking with pointed out, they'll probably be the girls to get off with each other when they're drunk. Life's funny.

My girlfriend has since told me that when she was walking back to school, a guy turned into her and accidentally bumped her. His friend turns and sincerely says, "dude, watch out, you nearly hit the lesbian!"

Reputation is everything.

Hunger Does Many Things To You

Yesterdays post made me realise something. I am always horny (I knew that) and whatever I'm feeling usually gets mixed into it. It just happens that on this occasion I'm hungry.

I want to drizzle syrup across her pale skin and swirl my fingers in sweet juices. Run my tongue along whipped cream and leave teethmarks in the hot melted chocolate on her hips. I want to taste her skin and I'll move everything out my way until I do. I want to watch her warm skin tighten and turn into an ocean of goosebumps when the sorbet touches her; my mouth warms her up soon enough. All those sweet sticky foods. Time to shower.

Hot water spraying out, hitting her skin, my soft mouth distracting her from the pressure. I push back her wet hair. I kiss her stomach and I can taste the hot water. My fingers trail down legs and my mouth finds her hips. My hands run over her shoulders and down her back, lathering her. I massage the soap into her skin. She shuts her eyes. My hands move down her waist and I cover her stomach in soap. Her lips part. I kiss her. Instantly she reacts her mouth moving with mine, her hands trailing along my body; in and out at every curve. Her skin has never felt so smooth.

So I'm sitting here, eating and apple. As Sara pointed out it'll be hard to lick that off, so where can I put it?

Strange Concoction

Feeling a little strange. A part of me is feeling really low. I get that sometimes. All the bad stuff bubbles to the surface. It's usually in the evening when I'm tired and I just sleep it off. It's not a big deal, it happens maybe once a fortnight. The reason it's bugging me today is because I'm horny. I realise I'm always horny. The difference being that usually when I feel low I a) loose my apetite, b) sleep alot more and c) momentarily stop being horny. It's kind of a clash. I don't intend to cry during climax (I think it's creepy). To ensure this doesn't happen I'm not helping myself like I normally do; I've been left very frustrated.

All that's running through my mind is a pair of hands on my hips, fingers moving up my stomach, cupping my boobs. Lips on my neck, teeth nipping at my skin. Hot breath. Everything slows down, blurs. Anticipation. Fairly standard stuff, but its tricky when I can't do anything about it. Life's tough.

Flashbacks

My internet has gone down, so even though I’m writing this at 13.54 (18th of April) it won’t say that. Sara came round last night, left this morning. My room smells of her perfume. I keep getting little flashbacks. I’ll write flashbacks in italic today. Her mouth gently kissing my nipple, her soft strands of hair bushing against my skin, making it tingle. I’m glad I didn’t mess this up, she’s amazing. Her fingers pulling my t-shirt over my head. We hung out and watched a bit of tv, settled on Fight Club in the end. Fantastic film. Fantastic sensations. We had an amazing night. Great morning too. My fingers brushing back her hair. It’s wet at the tips from the shower. My lips gently brush against hers and my tongue slips across her top lip. Damn she makes me happy. Her eyes glaze over and her body arches when I run my fingers down her spine. I’m pretty sure I make her happy too.

I still have piles of homework. I can’t get her out of my head. Not that I really want to. Her breath catches and she moans softly. I brush her hair back and look into her beautiful blue eyes. She’s gorgeous. Much as I’d like to sit fill the page with images, I have to do some work. Play nicely now.

Catch-up

Quite abit has happened over the last few days. I worked Wednesday and things got out of hand with the boss. Small misunderstanding, he went too far, but we sorted that. I told Sara, she's amazing. Not mad, not jealous. She's coming round tonight. Perfect.

That summary is pretty vague, but I think I'll keep the details to myself on this one. Not very like me. Call it an aura of mystery. I made it sound like nothing, but I thought about nothing else for over 24 hours (both the event, but mainly the potential consequences). The main thing I realised was how happy Sara makes me. I don't want to fuck up what I have with her. I really care. I'm growing up.

Tonight should be fun. My legs are newly waxed and I'm ready to play. Are you?

Word of Warning

World, I am multiplying.

That didn't sound so bad before. What I mean is I'm slowly creating another out-of-control horny, kinkier than you'd think monster. In a great way. Sara is becoming hornier and kinkier than I imagined. And I have quite an imagination.

The other day we got talking about body paint. She's only interested if we lick it off, but she would be willing to comprise if we showered to clean off. She's also asking about cuffing me, using blind folds and I think starting to dirty text. I am over-joyed.

Right now, she's horny, thinking about my fingers trailing down her hot, wet skin, my mouth on her shoulder, my short hair brushing against her bare skin. While with relatives. Fantastic.

Things I Dislike

(Told you this was coming)

1. Veg. It's green and.. Natural. Like weed. There's a reason we don't eat weed.
2. Things that stop/postpone/interupt my climax. Self explanatory.
3. People who moan. And then do nothing about it. It cancels your right to moan.
4. Vibrators. They're expensive and need fuckloads of batteries. And yet I keep buying them.
5. People who ask for an honest opinion and expect me to lie. I rarely lie, when iI do it's with good reason. They know this, but they still ask?
6. Sleeping in a really messy room. I will manically tidy until 3 in the morning before passing out on the floor. I'm a little neurotic like that.
7. Nagging. It's only ok when I do it.
8. Being wrong. I know nobody likes it, but I loathe it. I really do.
9. Not finishing what I start. Having something incompl

Couldn't resist.

Things I like

1. Lists. They're organized and mean that when you don't care what the point says, you can skip it.
2. Being single. You're free to roam the crowds of desperate people and play with them at your will.
3. Being in a relationship. There's someone to make you feel special and cheer you up on crappy days; it's especially good if they let you nap when you're tired.
4. Orgasms. Why this point didn't come sooner I don't know.
5. Giving others orgasms. There's that look of satisfaction. I could eat myself fat on that look (and I have a very fast metabolism).
6. Wet fun. Rain, shower, pool, sea and of course the special kind linking to point 4.
7. Nail polish. This isn't realy going with the theme, but it is alot of fun.
8. Free speech. Being able to say what you want, when you want. And being able to make out with who you want, where you want.
9. Friends. You need them. Even if it is just to make snicker brownies with.
10. Getting good surprises. I'm not a big fan of other peoples spontenaity because I can't plan and obsess over every last detail if i don't know it's coming, but sometimes it's worth it.
11. Giving good surprises. I can plan and obsess over every last detail and I get that nice, fuzzy feeling.
12. Places without old people and children. I'm not a fan of these extremes, they make alot of noise, fart alot and take my attention away from me.
13. Lingerie. Being able to feel girly and sexy in baggy jeans and an oversized t-shirt is amazing.
14. Bright stuff. Bright clothes and make-up, clever people, bulbs that work, reasons for sunglasses. All goood.
15. Lists that end on 0 or 5. It's just neater.

(There will be a things I dislike blog at some point)

Sara

I felt her hot lips brushing against mine, not quite letting me feel the electricity of our touch. Her finger brushes against my jaw, instintively my head tilts back. Her finger lightly touches my lips and her lips kiss my neck. I let out a soft moan from my throat. Goosebumps up my spine. I look at her, her beautiful blue eyes catch mine, but only for a second. Her finger trail up my skin pulling away my tshirt. Her mouth pressed against the soft skin on my hip. Kisses on stomach. Slips out her tongue and lets it glide across my skin. I sigh, shakily, trying to get a hold of myself. Her hair tickles my skin. my nails dig in and I let go, lie back and let the pleasure wash over me.
An afternoon well spent.