miss scarlett in the kitchen

Did you ever play that game? Cluedo I think it was called;) Well I did when I was a kid. Now, my use of the kitchen this weekend was not quite as child friendly;)

I'm lucky because I have what people call an 'eat in' kitchen with a nice old pine table...so this weekend's little game, organised by one of my regular fb was dinner for four guys with me as the serving dish.

He's quite a good cook. Inventive and creative.

Here's what we did.

I stripped and bathed. First I took a bath and scrubbed down with a salt scrub and oil so my skin was nice and soft. Then I showered - No soap or body oil this time - just lots of clean water. Once I was out of the bath, he massaged me all over with almond oil. It's quite scented and very very good for the skin. I'm afraid we kind of nearly spoilt things as I could see him getting more and more turned on as he rubbed oil into my cunt, over my breasts and thighs and onto my arse. In the end I relieved the agony for him and gave him a quick BJ:)

He'd been in the kitchen making up all sorts of delights for our guests

I climbed onto the table and he masked me. Then I could feel him laying out a variety of textures on my body. Some things which were obviously soft and semi-liquid, others quite cold, still soft and damp. He started to tell me what he was doing;)

'That's smoked salmon strips I'm covering your nipples with - and I'm making them look real again with a cherry tomato. This is a special dip made from yoghurt and cucumber...feel this - these are peeled prawns'

I could tell there were gaps - and I could smell food in the oven so I knew more was to come.

Then the doorbell rang and he went to greet his guests.

I heard the popping of a champagne cork and glasses being filled. But no one was allowed into the kitchen.

Then he returned and took the warmed foods from the oven. He was sweet - they were warm but not so hot they might burn me.

'these are chicken fillets marinaded in soy and ginger and warmed through...these a kind of mushroom that I've coated in oil and baked...and so on'

The idea was a variation on the Japanese tradition called Nyotaimori, body sushi. But because we are liberated, it was intended that I would enjoy the experience and ultimately participate too. So, the guests were invited in to enjoy their canapes...and me:)

I could feel four pairs of hands picking up the finger food - and using what I was later told was crudite and breadsticks to taste the dips that my FB friend had used various concaves in my body to hold. My FB invited them to dine a little more closely and I felt one guy bend to take the salmon and tomato from my left breast, then suck gently on the nipple. Then another tongue licked some of the dip that had slipped into my navel.

And then the fun really started.

I felt something (celery?) being pushed into my cunt till I was aching. It was pushed in and out a few times, then I could hear someone licking my juices off it before pushing it back again. Each of my nipples was being sucked gently and someone was pouring just a little champagne over my lips. I'd been told to lie very still and at this point it was getting increasingly hard to do so.

'Well guys - I think we've cleared away the first course...how about dessert?'

I did know what was next. One guy held my arms while another climbed onto me and fucked me. He was VERY excited and came really quickly. I wanted to be taken again...I needed more for me. And, of course that was easy - the next guy was in me slipping against his predecessor's cum and my own wetness. This time I came myself and the guy holding me struggled to keep me on the table.

'My god, she's like an animal'

'Well, perhaps we should take her that way'

Still masked I was pulled off the table and led into the living room. I was laid over the sofa, my arse up in the air and my head down, to be taken doggy style. One guy put his cock in my mouth and I sucked greatfully on his hardness. I was so desperate for cock.

How long did all this last? I have no idea - I think I probably passed out. When I woke, my FB took me gently to the bathroom and bathed me himself before putting me to bed where I slept like a baby.

After the Storm

It's about time I started writing my blog again. Thing is, I had this boyfriend. Steady stuff, almost serious. And, while I was seeing him, I didn't think it was fair to divulge all about us. For a little while I thought it might be the big L word.

But it didn't last. Now I am single and fancy free again - and ready to really play naughty.

This weekend was my first taste of freedom...and I decided to ease myself gently into it using nothing less than Playnaughty to find myself a date. You know who you are!

We met up in a bar for drinks and nibbles. Straight away I could tell we would be nibbling a lot more later. He's a business executive and was staying in London over the weekend rather than going home.

So we started off kind of testing each other out discretely and not so discretely. You remember when you were a kid and your ‘boyfriend’ wanted to touch your tit. And you slapped him, then let him…And then he moved downward…and you slapped him then let him. It was like that…in public and in rather a classy winebar. We WERE tucked away in the corner, which was just as well;)

I’d dressed for the occasion, as I always do. Short but classy skirt, stockings and suspenders, louboutins with the f*&k me red soles and a top that showed enough of my cleavage to invite further exploration. He was wearing that sort of smart business casual that you pack on the basis you might be out with clients. Luckily for him, that wasn’t a pair of tight jeans, but some chinos;) He did seem to be getting a bit hot under the collar though.

We went back to his suite and literally pulled the clothes off each other. He couldn’t wait to get inside me and I was dripping. It’s funny but after a few months of regular sex with someone, a new encounter ALWAYS has a special significance. His cock was beautiful. Very smooth, cut, and of course very very hard. And, about the right size for me…big enough for me to feel it thrusting into me, but not so big that I gagged when I sucked him off later. Yes guys, size DOES matter, but it’s not always bigger is better.

The nice thing about fucking in a hotel room is that you can be as messy as you like. This one came with two queensized beds, so we had room to play! I was dripping wet and I enjoyed him fucking me hard, then wanking over me and rubbing his gorgeous cock over my arse and finally taking me there. We showered afterwards and curled up in the clean bed and slept for a few hours. When I woke, I could feel him stiff against me and he took me again hard and quickly. I ached! I love that soreness that comes from fucking too much (when is it EVER too much really). We’d ordered room service breakfast and both of us WERE hungry. The cooked breakfast part was just what I needed and after coffee, bucks fizz and sausage and bacon I started to really wake up! Most of the raspberry yoghurt seemed to end up first smeared all over me – over my cunt and tummy – and then being licked off. VERY erotic.

ANOTHER shower and we both decided to dress and make a hasty exit before room service turned up to clear our chaos.

I’ll tell you more about what happened next in the next blog!