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!