tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80218862040408084582012-02-18T05:16:01.141ZBecause being naughty is kinda nice.Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1011100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-80000121781271602822010-03-30T13:38:00.000+01:002010-04-30T13:48:13.377+01:00

I need to experience this and very soon. The Taffy episode is well and truly over. Ah well, plenty more fucks in the sea is the way I look at it, although I will miss him, or I thought it was him I was going to miss for like one day then realised that no, it would be the fucking I would miss. I do seem to have slowed down a little since I had started fucking him and that was not a good sign, plus

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-51547334540746967952010-01-21T18:30:00.001Z2010-04-30T14:46:37.941+01:00

I do still have this fantasy regarding twins. Twin men, not twin girls although I guess that could be appealing as well. I just think it would be really naughty if I met a guy who was a twin. What really appeals to me is that he could keep the twin brother a secret. Then after he has fucked me, he decides that the most charitable and brotherly thing to do would be to share me with his brother.

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-58129178273065854212010-01-01T13:30:00.001Z2010-04-30T14:45:24.744+01:00

Well happy new year. I feel like shit, drank way too much and now I have that horrid hangover horn that gnaws away at you until you think you are going to go crazy, so I make myself cum a few times in one go, wait a few minutes and do the same again, but the problem is, to me cumming is like a tube of Pringles, once I pop, I cant stop, so I was there for about an hour, cant remember how many

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-27367692973897561312009-06-30T13:26:00.000+01:002010-04-30T13:34:10.735+01:00

Recently Ihave had this fantasy about identical twins, I dont even know where it came from, anyway, I went out at weekend with Jayne and saw the most gorgeous bouncer. I am not really into door men, I kind of see them as thugs and maybe that is why he caught my eye, either way, I slipped him my number and I am now sat wondering ifhe has a big cock. He had a huge frame so hope that is a good sign.

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-86723204775496480842009-05-29T12:04:00.000+01:002009-06-07T12:07:57.706+01:00

The dogging wiped me out totally. I didn't know what to think of the naughty escapade I had taken part in. Mr X disappeared again, fine by me, I have Taffy to keep me company and he more than makes up for anything I might be missing off Mr X.I have Cadie and Jayne vying for my attentions as well. Jayne has a new fuck bud who she reckons we should all try out, I said I would let her know, I feel

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-17997648754276885752009-05-20T12:30:00.001+01:002010-04-30T15:01:43.368+01:00

I unbutton my coat and Mr X watches me, his eyes always have the power to dissolve the cool facade I always attempt and fail, being under his scrutiny is like attending a pressurised job interview. I undo my coat slowly and slip it off before tossing it onto the back seat, Mr X looks and appraises my body before flashing the car lights. Within seconds the car is surrounded by guys. One guy has

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-21763567688056079732009-05-20T10:47:00.002+01:002010-04-30T14:58:09.330+01:00

I got a text off Mr X this morning.Pick you up tonight at 8pm.That's it, just assuming I am free. I umm and ahh about saying I am busy but I have missed him and he will be pissed off that I haven't returned some of his texts, hence this particular one insisting that I am free, so I text back a 'Cool' and try and occupy myself to take my mind off the electric eels that are wriggling around in my

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-54850247917238300642009-05-17T11:30:00.000+01:002009-06-07T10:47:00.355+01:00

I started texting Taffy tonight, I was, as always feeling really horny. We weren't meant to have been seeing each other but he drove over anyway desperate to fuck me as my texts had made him hard and horny. I was staying at my friends but she said it was ok for him to stop over, this particular friend, I hasten to add is not into anything kinky sexually so there would be no repeat of what

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-28712364677983224912009-05-15T10:00:00.002+01:002009-06-07T10:06:31.301+01:00

How horny is it to know that a person wanks over you? That someone, somewhere in their private moments are thinking naughty thoughts, running naughty images through their minds in order to get themselves hard/wet?I have a whole army of naughty images and scenarios to make it easier for me to reach an orgasm, because as noted in previous posts on here, I need to cum at least six to eight times ,

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-75654428307909477912009-05-05T15:04:00.000+01:002009-06-04T15:11:23.476+01:00

I text Taffy to see if he has read the blog entry about our threesome. He texts me back that no he hasn't because he doesn't want to do anything too naughty or he will just end up shooting his load and then there will be less for him to pump down my throat or all over my face. Also he informed me, that once he gets hard he just can't seem to stop the tease. There is something horny about a guy

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-69706395057741319642009-04-20T11:47:00.002+01:002009-06-04T15:03:09.690+01:00

I have so much experience of love triangles i my life it's like a fucking kaleidoscope. First Mr X and his missus, although to be fair she is oblivious to the fact that she is in a triangle, now it's me, Cadie and Jayne. Both are vying for my attention and it's getting a bit wearing to be honest. I am almost getting over faced with the platter of pussy that is being thrust my way like a waiter

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-48905442381677097232009-04-14T12:30:00.000+01:002009-05-18T11:39:03.963+01:00

It's as if she has had a whiff of the joyous lesbianism I have been enjoying with Jayne. Last night I made Jayne gush like the Trevi Fountain, it splashed all over my face because I was licking her clit at the time. She looked amazing with her legs spread wide on my kitchen work top. We finished off with me bending her over and fucking her hard with my strap on, I admit I am grooming her to be

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-54246813324073955022009-04-02T11:18:00.000+01:002009-05-18T11:24:14.209+01:00

Since our evening with Taffy, Jayne and I have been indulging in girly fun on a regular basis. I even invited River Island Boy round for a laugh, knowing that we would be quite capable of blowing his inexperienced mind and we did. I fucked him first while Jayne licked my pussy and used her fingers to make me squirt,(She is a quick learner I will give her that) then we swapped over and she had a

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-85299035616184839922009-03-07T23:00:00.001Z2009-05-18T11:17:53.994+01:00

Our evening of debauchery with Taffy was cut short as he received a phone call and had to dash off on family business, leaving Jayne and I sat naked on the settee. Jayne shrugs her shoulders and leans forward to finish her vodka, 'Ahh well, great whilst it lasted.' And we both burst out laughing.'Fancy having to fuck off on family business, wouldn't you think he would turn his phone off, what

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-2357026620761833722009-03-07T21:00:00.000Z2009-05-16T13:08:22.818+01:00

I felt slightly sorry for Taffy. He walked into the apartment to fine myself and Jayne dressed up in school girls uniforms, sucking lollipops. Double Trouble,. We relaxed him nicely, well Jayne did, she took off his top revealing his perfectly toned torso before standing on her tip toes to kiss him, he returned her kisses and his hands slid to her waist. I walked over and stood behind him, my

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-36700335057258970982009-03-06T14:15:00.000Z2009-05-08T14:29:17.022+01:00

Jayne is happy with the result because she isnt too keen on the idea of rough sex and Taffy is a better alternative in that respect although I do keep thiking of Mr X and wonder if maybe I should take Jayne to the sex club, it would be a semi controlled environment and Mr X isnt likely to get too out of control I make a mental note to run it by her later. In the mean time Jayne has come over to

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-91208263442421249932009-03-01T14:11:00.001Z2009-05-08T14:14:52.192+01:00

Taffy. In relation to Jayne's three some request and the dilemma on who to choose, we decided to put their names in a wine glass and give it a jiggle and Jayne pulled out Taffy's name. I am pleased with the result because Taffy hasn't done this kind of thing before and I feel like I am giving him a really special treat proving that I am a girl who keeps her promises. I pour some wine in the

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-6612797878830284602009-02-24T13:46:00.001Z2009-05-08T13:49:58.565+01:00

Jayne wants a three-some . At first I thought she was referring to her current fuck buddies but it seems after receiving the text from Mr X of me sucking his cock, it seems to have whet her appetite. So she wants a three some with either me and Mr X or Taffy.Being indecisive, decisions are not my strongest point.I haven't seen Mr X since Valentines Day but he is regularly texting me for some

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-65036096389573309762009-02-15T13:50:00.000Z2009-05-08T14:10:04.443+01:00

Taffy came round today. I am still sore from my hammering off Mr X but I can never turn a cock down, plus I like the pain after sex, it makes it all come alive in your mind again whenever your pussy feels the aftermath of a good banging.Taffy has some very extreme fantasies that are too hard core for me to share with you but they definitely add a certain something to our fucking. The things I

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-64203947663014414822009-02-14T21:00:00.002Z2009-05-08T13:45:35.108+01:00

After the phone sex with Jayne, I am left feeling ultra horny and at a loose end. Valentines Day all alone is a bit shit but I am used to it by now, no doubt Mr X is wining and dining his missus somewhere in some posh hotel, four poster beds, champagne,.....I stop my mind from wondering down this avenue, there really is no point in me torturing myself with such notions. I surf the net for a while

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-43061523934446498472009-02-14T20:00:00.001Z2009-05-08T11:33:17.043+01:00

Jayne is moaning at the otherend of the line, I obviously still have the phone sex skills and the naughtiness of it all is driving me mad, I was going to relay the things me and Mr X have got up to but his lack of contact means I don't want him to be a part of my naughties, instead I share one of my fantasies, I pretend to Jayne it is true.'I once went to a friends barbecue and it had been a bit

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-10157594588024199532009-02-14T18:30:00.000Z2009-05-07T15:35:35.957+01:00

Jayne rang me today and wanted to know the naughtiest thing I had ever done. She told me she was feeling mega horny waiting for her new fuck, a guy called Max, who she hoped would fuck her to the maximum, she laughed uproariously at her 'joke'. 'I cant think of anything off the top of my head.' I told her as I checked my phone for the hundredth time wondering why Mr X hasn't replied to my text

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-44958345715421899362009-02-07T14:07:00.000Z2009-05-07T14:12:36.213+01:00

I met Jayne for lunch and she is positively glowing with all the no strings attached sex she is getting. She has frequented the site where I met Taffy and on the football pitch f dating she has taken up the position as Mid Fielder. She has fucked at least three guys this week. I listen to her regaling her sexual exploits and I feel myself becoming turned on by it all, I even find myself looking

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-88697772510403770692009-02-03T23:00:00.000Z2009-05-05T20:49:24.304+01:00

I want Taffy to look like he is struggling or something. I like to be the one who is dominated but I fancied doing a bit of role reversal and it's doing absolutely nothing for me. It reminds me of when I did the chat sex lines and I had to listen to guys asking me what I was going to do o them for being naughty boys. Like a film showing flash backs, images of me and Mr X in the sex club keep

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-30792309700432922072009-02-03T22:00:00.000Z2009-05-05T20:36:05.950+01:00

Once in my bedroom I pull Taffy to me and feel his chest press into mine, his hands slide over my arse, moving my dressing gown up, his fingers hook into the side of y suspenders that are holding up my fishnet stockings before moving up and sliding them into my knickers he roughly pulls my pussy open holding it for a minute as his tongue teases my mouth I frantically tug at the buttons on his

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-45045791530940844472009-02-03T20:30:00.001Z2009-05-05T20:10:15.370+01:00

Taffy arrives and he is impressed by my look although I have my dressing gown on to hide my underwear, no good giving him his cake all at once. I open a bottle of wine, pour a glass ad join Taffy who is sat on the chair in the lounge and he looks so hot. I can see he is already hard, the bulge evident in his black jeans and all we have done is briefly kiss, the thought starts to rev up my horn

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-7270050207773617142009-02-03T20:00:00.000Z2009-05-05T19:51:02.325+01:00

I have lit the tealights in my bedroom, dug out my handcuffs, blindfold, a variety of sex toys which include double dildo, rabbit, love beads, baby oil and some clit gel Jayne told me about.Then I headed off for a nice soak in a bath full of bubbles, the aroma pemeated the air it felt like I was lying in a field of strawberries. I avoided touching myself because I didnt want to get carried away,

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-17217471245080367362009-02-03T19:33:00.000Z2009-05-05T19:36:41.340+01:00

Taffy is coming over tonight. We have enjoyed a couple more trips in his car, shagged in a farmers field, that kind of thing and now I know he isn't a weirdo and is actually a decent guy, I have decided to allow him into my apartment, I think it's time we fucked in comfort, plus I am fed up of my knees being bruised from banging them on the gear stick and his car interior in general.

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-83932208932803343652009-01-26T11:30:00.000Z2009-03-28T11:35:28.904Z

I came six times this morning. I lay in bed and all I could think about was the taboo of inter racial sex and it made me cum quicker than any other fantasy I have ever had. I get up eventually and have a shower but thoughts of Taffy and his lovely cock pounding me from behind precipitates me bending over and rubbing the shower head over my sore pussy. I move my fingers over the hood of my clit

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-86540281893907048542009-01-25T15:30:00.000Z2009-03-28T11:32:48.112Z

So little time!So I’m back home, lay in bed, trying to make sense of my feelings. Mr X has texted me, Jude has texted me, I even have a text off River Island Boy who obviously has no pride at all. I slip my hand into pyjama bottoms and idly stroke my I stayed at Taffy’s last night, well I arrived at his on Friday and it is now Sunday. My pussy feels like someone has rubbed it with sand paper, no

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-39089957555158270322009-01-24T14:15:00.001Z2009-03-28T11:26:53.448Z

I stayed at Taffy’s last night, well I arrived at his on Friday and it is now Sunday. My pussy feels like it has been shredded by a grater, no one, not even Mr X the supreme shag of the century can beat Taffy for stamina, the guy is insatiable, so rapacious I almost, almost asked him to give me a rest but my sexual pride wouldn’t allow me to utter those words so I steer his cock away from my sore

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-39835373345015837972009-01-17T10:30:00.000Z2009-03-28T11:25:16.673Z

So, now I know what I want, I am all set up to go and get it. I am lay in my bed, lap top on my knee, a Friends DVD playing, with a glass of wine, some cheese and crackers and my room is twinkling with a dozen tea lights, heaven. I log onto a popular dating site and put in the relevant parameters in a bid to find someone who fits my criteria and who also lives in my area or pretty close. Some of

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-55267543180829909312009-01-16T11:14:00.000Z2009-03-28T11:21:35.073Z

I know that on reading my blog some people will be appalled, others with hopefully be excited, for e I see what I do as sexual liberation. I like harsh fucking but I like nice fucking too, it all depends on who you are fucking at the end of the day. I like to fuck people I know I can’t have because it adds excitement but also it keeps me distanced from them emotionally; I guess I am what

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-78404576533234101472009-01-14T15:39:00.000Z2009-02-06T15:56:45.882Z

I had forgotten how dreamy it is to be fucked by Mr X. The fireworks I had seen on New Years Eve after Jude had fucked me were nothing compared to the sparks that are flying off my body, my sexual appetite was on fire and Mr X has obviously missed fucking me. He wasted no time in dropping his pants to display a raging hard on, he walks over to me and grabs my hair and pulls my mouth onto his cock

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-83813338579814030512009-01-14T15:20:00.000Z2009-02-06T15:38:49.735Z

Despite my silent new years resolution to myself not to let this year be ruled be ruled by Mr X, I cant help but think about him on a regular basis although our contact has been to a bare minimum to say the very least. A text here and a text there and I am starting to wonder if the spark has been dampened like a squib left out in the rain after the new year celebrations. I tried to keep myself

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-2221392729259740012009-01-01T13:57:00.000Z2009-02-06T15:17:40.833Z

So another year over and I don't understand what the fuss is about, I mean? what exactly are we celebrating? That we survived an extra year? If so, we can safely say that we are also one year closer to death and if so, is this really something to celebrate? The fact that none of us are immortal?Well, I 'celebrated' my New Years Eve by meeting up with some random guy off the net, what better way

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-12029043673855015302008-12-26T22:30:00.000Z2009-02-06T13:57:24.065Z

The plus side to being at my fathers is that I have access to his horses. It isn't practical for me to keep a horse any more, especially with Tegan being so small and all the work you have to put in to maintain them properly. As a child we had a stable hand so I was saved from the real work, like mucking out and getting up at some ungodly hour to feed them, I much preferred to stay in bed as long

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-2358176861821877572008-12-26T12:16:00.000Z2009-02-06T13:11:36.586Z

I have hangover horn. Despite my reservations about Christmas, I did have a good time after all and I only thought about Mr X a couple of times a day, instead of every hour as I anticipated, but this was helped along I suppose by the copious amounts of alcohol I consumed, but Mr X amnesia has done me a world of good, its like I have given my brain a mini break at a mental spa, being horny and

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-43677137225423991252008-12-14T12:46:00.000Z2008-12-28T15:36:13.250Z

Xmas is looming like an ugly spectre ready to pounce and grab me and push me into that shitty depression that hits me at this time of year. Dad has invited me down to his and I feel a tad guilty because I have neglected him this year, but going to his will also bring back memories of Joe and as if that isn't upsetting enough this year I have the added pain of zero contact with Mr X.It didn't take

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-64465675703790999012008-12-07T13:51:00.001Z2008-12-28T14:20:54.850Z

As suggested before, playing with myself in public is now an obsession, damn River Island guy who incidentally has been texting me ever since despite the fact that I have ignored every single one of them. Every text annoys me to death, he is so needy it is really pathetic. I texted him today, I had to put and end to his tortuous messages that piss me off whenever I see his name pop up.My text: It

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-70923409911177175242008-12-03T11:05:00.000Z2008-12-28T13:48:46.340Z

I met my friend Joel today. Joel is the epitome of gorgeousness and when we walk into the country pub, the female patrons take a double look at the sight of him. I have never fucked Joel, we both agreed that it would only complicate matters and compromise our friendship but that doesn't mean that I haven't fantasised about him fucking me hard, my nails digging into his broad shoulders, my legs

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-44383958564660227412008-11-30T17:00:00.001Z2008-12-28T12:42:58.217Z

After my night at the club Mr X isn't really impressed with me to be honest. He fucked me hard and harsh until I nearly did throw up all over his cock Rob fucked off and shagged Cat Woman and I had been set up big time. My face, pussy and arse was hurting for days afterwards and to top it all off, Mr X tied me up and made me watch him fuck Cat Woman. It transpires, Cat Woman owns the club and is

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-34762248736014080182008-11-29T23:30:00.000Z2008-12-10T16:55:43.627Z

The man in the gimp mask fucks my face with a violent passion that makes me feel like I am going to vomit all over his cock but I manage to keep it under control, practising your gagging techniques on a dildo is definitely the way forward in exercising your gag reflex. Rob is alternating between fucking my pussy and my arse and the door opens again signalling the arrival of someone else, but then

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-55135130778113522202008-11-29T22:00:00.002Z2008-12-06T15:54:23.696Z

After my River Island debacle I am in a constant state of horniness. Cadie has found herself a new guy to fuck so she isn't around as much as she used to be and Mr X is still awol the fucking bastard. Just when I was becoming despondent I receive a text off Mr X's friend from the sex club asking me if I wanted to meet up for a drink. I mull it over in my mind for half an hour. Should I? Shouldn't

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-2584288150519222842008-11-12T17:30:00.001Z2008-11-30T17:32:55.173Z

I woke up this morning horny as hell. I had a dream about Mr X and I was gushing violently all over his face. What else could I do but bring myself to orgasm six times on the trot? I make myself a cup of tea and wander into my bedroom and contemplate what I am going to wear today for my little jaunt. I rummage through my knicker drawer and pull out a pair of fish net stockings, check there are no

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-72500059318468414312008-11-11T23:15:00.000Z2008-11-30T15:52:18.450Z

I have missed Mr X recently, since the night at the sex club he has been conspicuous by his absence and I confess that I can't get the image of Cat Woman sucking his cock out of my head. I decided today to embark upon some retail therapy. Cadie offered to accompany me but I just wanted to be on my own. I wandered from shop to shop, my heart really wasn't in it to be honest, plus I was feeling

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-77915309814990328652008-11-06T09:48:00.002Z2008-11-20T14:51:40.407Z

The following things are guaranteed to make me horny and wet:1) Men's aftershave: This is of course a dangerous thing, it means I can get horny sometimes in totally unsuitable circumstances, business meetings, standing in the queue in the supermarket, just a brief whiff can set me off and inevitably does.2) Men in pyjamas: Baggy checked pyjama bottoms and a white, tight ribbed t shirt, yum yum.

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-6456319054424706492008-11-01T23:56:00.000Z2008-11-20T14:59:56.610Z

A girl gets onto the bed, she is pretty, petite and I realise it is the dark haired girl from the pool. Beside me sits Mr X and I feel someone sit down next to him, I lean forward to take a peek and its the girl in the PVC suit, she smiles at me and then at Mr X. The other chairs start to fill up and then the show begins. The dark haired girl lies on the bed and starts to ;play with herself, a

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-3684472380810827892008-11-01T23:50:00.001Z2008-11-20T15:07:07.805Z

We go through to another room and in the middle is a huge, round purple bed. The lighting is dim and the room is decadently decorated, it reminds me of the film Moulin Rouge and to confirm this notion, in the corner is a swing, the chains hang down from the ceiling and the seat is leather and bendy, it is unoccupied and eerily swings all by itself, suggesting that action of some sort has only

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We walk through the door and I am hit with an intense heat that emanates from a swimming pool, I walk around the pool side, my stilettos are screeching on the tiled floor and it's taking me all my time to focus on walking when I am so blatantly surrounded by unadulterated sex. In the pool are three couples although it is impossible to tell who is with whom, they are all kissing and swapping

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Over my outfit, I slide on my white, full length leather coat so Mr X hasn't got a clue what I am wearing, well he did say surprise him. I had so many different outfits to choose from I was in a real quandary and would have been there all night trying to make a decision if Mr X hadn't banged on the bedroom door and told me to hurry the fuck up.Mr X is on his mobile when I go through to the living

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-2656742873853376602008-10-30T21:00:00.000Z2008-11-11T18:50:56.643Z

'You missed a damn good party Mr X.' Cadie drawls, as she retouches her lipstick in the mirror that hangs above my fireplace. She ruffles her hair and turns round and beams at him , her eyes twinkling with absolute mischief and he doesn't look happy at all. He looks particularly sexy today, but that could be because I haven't seen him in a while. His combats make him look masculine and

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-63978525223856862942008-10-30T18:31:00.000Z2008-11-11T19:51:42.904Z

Cadie and Jayne on the night out that I missed because Mr X returned, more on that later! x

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-10017644718620011812008-10-19T09:23:00.002+01:002008-10-31T19:04:33.356Z

I know that I kinda implied in my previous post that I haven't had sex with random strangers before but that actually was a little white lie.I lived in Manhattan. This was when I had a serious job as a columnist for a magazine in England and was given the opportunity to help out with the launch of a sister magazine in America. However, a guy who I was madly keen on at the time lived in Boston. I

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-8301472307417966022008-10-18T18:32:00.000+01:002008-10-31T18:31:13.527Z

Jayne again!!

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-4074281241087644312008-10-18T18:29:00.000+01:002008-10-31T18:30:06.005Z

Pic that Shaun took of Jayne, she looks hawt

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-25551987255036094172008-10-17T21:00:00.000+01:002008-10-27T02:41:11.220Z

It's totally shit, but I miss Mr X.Cadie and Jayne had such an ace time but I can't get over this shit, wanting, feeling, it really makes me look like a bore and he would laugh if he knew, call me shit, laugh and tug at my tits, fuck me harsh, make me gush...NOBODY rocks me like Mr X and as I idly play with my pussy, I count down the days when he will fuck me again

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-44235269633705123572008-10-16T08:30:00.000+01:002008-10-26T01:04:11.896Z

My fuck fest ended with Guy being the one to suck his own cum out of my pussy.Oh the irony of it all. After I had fucked Shaun I became bored. The fuck fest was in full swing but I felt empty, like there was something missing.I left them all to it at 5am and went to bed. My horniness of earlier had vanished as quickly as it had arrived. I lay in bed, randomly playing with my pussy in a bid to

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-73975143073176440942008-10-15T21:30:00.001+01:002008-10-22T19:30:28.530+01:00

So now I have a cock deep in my mouth, his hands are pulling at my hair and whoever it is behind me has cottoned onto the fact that I like it rough and he grips my arse cheeks tight as he rams his cock into me, his fingers grip me harshly until they feel like they are pinching me and the pain as always is replaced with that exquisite, warm feeling that always arises after being roughly manhandled

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-30915764078576794542008-10-15T21:00:00.001+01:002008-10-22T19:02:51.812+01:00

So the first guy arrives and he is called Guy which makes me snigger a little, a guy called Guy? It appeals to my childish sense of humour. I give a nervous laugh because Guy, although quite attractive, he isn't my type but I try and remember what Jayne said earlier that a cock is just a cock at the end of the day and Cadie and Jayne, compared to me are much more relaxed and flirty. I, horny and

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-30250809754046764362008-10-15T13:30:00.000+01:002008-10-22T18:02:46.936+01:00

My friend Jayne reckons I need a new fuck buddy. She has just returned up North after moving down South to be with the love of her life who was everything, she and any other girl could ever want. He was tall, handsome, funny and rich. The thing is, he was rich because he robbed banks for a living and is now facing a fifteen year stretch in a high security prison somewhere. Life's a true bitch

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-42645369863285276692008-10-14T23:00:00.001+01:002008-10-22T17:43:25.954+01:00

'No fucking way and I having three guys in my apartment who I don't even know.' I protest as I wrestle the wine bottle off Cadie and drain it of its very last drop.Cadie laughs 'Oh don't be a prude, you soft bitch.'We are both pretty pissed and Cadie is in some chat room, chatting to three local guys who have all agreed to a fivesome, you know, like you do when you are totally normal.I wish Mr X

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-88634382343864104782008-10-14T17:15:00.001+01:002008-10-22T17:29:56.987+01:00

'I'm bored of Mr X.' Cadie announces as she sits on the settee, her legs crossed, my lap top, well, on her lap. 'The internet is a fantastic place to meet loads of people for fuck fests and fun, I don't like how you are limiting yourself to this one guy, you are pretty, independent and horny and most guys would give their left bollock to fuck you.''I like Mr X though, if you are bored of him then

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-32064360830808699172008-10-13T21:00:00.001+01:002008-10-21T04:02:34.469+01:00

'If there was one song that summed Mr X up for ya''Fuck no song has been written babes.'She snuggles up to me and we kiss and I'm glad she is here.'There must be a song.' She says lazily.'Ok, there is, Dolly Parton Lucille.'We laugh and laugh, I hug her to me, she smells of strawberries.'No come on Nic, one fucking song, one song that is sooo this Mr X''Ok this is Mr X'http://uk.youtube.com/watch

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-38170057101616590242008-10-12T16:27:00.001+01:002008-10-19T16:29:33.447+01:00

I decided to watch some porn today. I have been so horny all day, it's almost painful but I dont want to sort myself out, I like the intense feelings of horniness that sweep over me.We are both having a lie in Cadie and I. I sit up in bed and decide what porn I want to watch and this is the closest film that I can honestly say reminds me of Mr X fucking me.http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-60630349410728252932008-10-11T23:05:00.001+01:002008-10-19T15:32:40.485+01:00

So I sip my wine and idly play with my pussy, I am absolutely dying to cum and feel that intense wave of an orgasm, followed by another and then another, the ability to have multiple orgasms has to be right up there as being a gift from the Gods along with the ability to gush and I am incredibly desperate to do both and briefly consider doing it and then pretending to Mr X I haven't but I cant

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-91212663076886223292008-10-11T22:35:00.001+01:002008-10-19T13:42:23.981+01:00

So I sit here, frustrated to fuck waiting for Mr X to sign back into msn. After half an hour Mr X's little square pings up and I am overcome with excitement and relief.Mr X says: Shit connection, shit lap top, sorry.Nichola says: That's ok as long as you are back that's cool.Mr X says: Aww, sweet Nichola. Now where were we? Oh yes you were in the middle of playing with your cunt and making sure

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-25070088589020237242008-10-11T22:25:00.000+01:002008-10-19T15:49:10.317+01:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HHhhcKxflMY&feature=relatedHorniest song I have heard in a while

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-84543116310467429112008-10-11T22:20:00.000+01:002008-10-19T12:38:02.099+01:00

I have to admit, I have been incredibly restless since Mr X set off on his business trip. I think it's because prior to him leaving he had been spending more and more time at my apartment, so much so, that I almost forgot that he is married with children. In fact, I could feel myself becoming increasingly closer to him, because despite his harsh treatment of me, he does actually make me laugh, I

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-71973424256369915382008-10-06T23:25:00.000+01:002008-10-10T23:28:01.504+01:00

As well as my cam, Mr X has set me up with msn and email, he emailed me today:Click this gushingmilf@msn.comAdd me Mrx@msn.comWe can chat.I have missed him in the last seven days more than I like to admit, it was nice having his cock on tap, even Cadie is looking a bit depressed. We both enjoyed being fucked by him, we have satiated each other but deep down I know she is thinking of him, like I

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-65636050374588006812008-10-05T20:54:00.000+01:002008-10-10T20:56:57.533+01:00

Mr X's pic of Cadie, she had got a bit carried away with the slutting up thing and went overboard with tats, but I love her xxx

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-58666740708966749332008-10-05T19:39:00.002+01:002008-10-10T19:45:13.603+01:00

After our stint with Cadie, Mr X became a regular visitor to my apartment, in fact he was here on such a regular basis, if he had brought a bag with him I would have thought he was trying to move in. As it happened he was spending so much time with us for two reasons, 1. He loved to play games with us, fuck me while Cadie was tied up in her room so she could hear me and vice versa. He also liked

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-76581573465665052272008-09-04T21:09:00.000+01:002008-10-10T21:10:56.894+01:00

My dildo xxxx

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-26739371669586025842008-09-03T17:30:00.003+01:002008-09-28T16:19:46.107+01:00

Once in the bedroom, I remember the handcuffs that will still be in Cadies room so I nip out to get them. When I get back Mr X is in the bedroom, sat on a chair at the side of the bed where Cadie is lay, looking nonchalant and casual, they look like a couple that have just had a domestic row and the atmosphere is heavy with tension.I throw the handcuffs to Mr X who catches them with ease and puts

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-23426083987491765242008-09-03T08:00:00.000+01:002008-09-15T23:21:29.262+01:00

I awoke first thing this morning, still lay om Mr Xs chest as he snores quietly and contentedly. I open my eyes and find that Cadie has shifted position, her back is faced away from me.My fingers trace her shoulder blades which are haphazardly scattered with freckles due to too much Californian sun. Her skin feels soft beneath my fingers and she moves beneath my fingers, an awakening precipitated

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-46282036266709687142008-09-02T23:30:00.000+01:002008-09-15T20:15:46.189+01:00

Mr X leads me out of my bedroom and pushed open Cadies door. The room smells a feminine mixture of Chanel number 5, baby oil and the aroma of strawberries that is wafting around the room from the scented candles that Cadie has developed a passion for.Mr X pushes me down to the floor at the edge of Cadies bed. He turns me round so my back is resting against the wrought iron bars and he pulls up my

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-1782895161194364292008-09-02T23:15:00.001+01:002008-09-05T14:36:17.973+01:00

I took Cadie to Alton Towers today with Tegan. We had a great time and it helped to take my mind off Mr X who is conspicuous by his absence. I drop Tegan at my mothers, and we arrive back at my apartment, my head is banging with the rushes of adrenaline I have experienced onthe rides today. I take two paracetomol and flick on the kettle as Cadie settles down in the lounge, as ever in front of the

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-58274442309899179522008-08-20T23:45:00.002+01:002008-09-03T11:37:25.778+01:00

I awoke this morning with my head banging and my mouth drier than Ghandis flip flop and I am so pissed off I cant be arsed getting up. I lie in bed and stew for two hours over what I am going to do about Mr X. I don't mind his harsh sexual treatment but the Cheryl incident has moved him into a domain of bastardness that I didn't even think he was capable of.Cadie has arranged to meet up with

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-90609618320078497522008-08-19T19:39:00.003+01:002008-09-01T21:30:02.331+01:00

After our strap on fun I shared many nights with Cadie. we were both permanently horny and she helped me to divert my attentions away from Mr X. Mr X has not answered my emails and I am royally pissed off. But the nature of our relationship, if you can call it that, means that I would rather drink cat piss then text him. But I find myself wondering where he is, my pride wont allow me to get in

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-49115667787349870842008-08-17T23:00:00.000+01:002008-08-18T15:46:51.166+01:00

Mr X gets his email, I get his text.dirty bitch, I want u alone.'I text him back'tough.'He doesnt reply. It drives me mad. I thought he would be driving round like a muppet on speed to have a threesome. He didnt answer me, for three days. He was punishing me and I didnt know why.There are a number of pluses to having a fuck buddy, sex as and when it suits you both, no emotonal ties, no chatting

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-54246329558087661512008-08-14T21:00:00.002+01:002008-09-02T19:15:01.567+01:00

Cadie moves her finger into my knickers and starts to lick my pussy, her perfect, toned arse is in the air and I revel at how beautiful she looks as she pleasures me. I lie back and let the glorious feeling of orgasm wash over me. She makes me come so quickly, the horny tales of Ian and the memories it has evoked has made me an easy target. Cadie finishes me off by making me gush, her fingers

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-64923838597830014402008-08-13T15:41:00.000+01:002008-08-18T15:44:15.970+01:00

Cadie looked as adorable as ever, she was wearing tiny white satin shorts, high heels and a white tshirt that was slashed instrategic places, showcasing her soft, golden tan. It was also obvious that she wasnt wearing a bra as the warm August breeze caressed her causing her nipples to stand up displaying how pert they are, anyone would be forgiven for assuming they were false.Cadie gave me a

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-22897853645478897172008-08-12T21:13:00.000+01:002008-10-10T21:15:52.670+01:00

Cadie brought this pic of me, taken when we went to a barbecue on the beach when I was in America. She tells me this shot was the one that made her wet and she knew she wanted me. xxx Happy Days.

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-61835092831252820702008-08-11T16:13:00.001+01:002008-08-11T16:15:12.099+01:00

Cadies text came from out of the blue, apparently she and James went through a rough patch and he has moved back to England and she cant live without him and I zone out as she tells me the story over a transatlantic link. She wants to stay with me and the last thing I need is a heartbroken friend who has turned into a stalker staying, but she was good to me when I was in America so I find myself

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-22361333918236002552008-07-21T12:30:00.000+01:002008-08-11T14:25:51.528+01:00

I wake up and my head is hurting so much I think it is going to explode, Mr X is beside me and Cheryl is on the other and we are in Patsy's spare bedroom and the realisation of what happened last night dawns, and I want to get up, get dressed and run off to my apartment before anyone else wakes up but I can't. Mr X being here without me will look suspect and Patsy and her cronies dining out and

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-73789361124101855002008-07-20T23:00:00.000+01:002008-08-11T14:22:09.272+01:00

Patsy's barbecue was in full swing by the time me and Mr X arrived. I introduced him to everyone and Patsy made some comment about being privileged to know his real name as opposed to the Mr X thing. He informed her he likes the Mr X reference, it was intriguing. Despite herself, I could see that Patsy was trying very hard to dislike him but despite herself, I could also see that in fact she

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-5867508018984931762008-07-20T14:10:00.000+01:002008-08-11T14:14:05.317+01:00

Waking up the next morning with Mr X in my bed is novel to say the least. I am used to him rushing off back to his life, of which I know nothing about, instead he is still asleep at the side of me and I get out of bed and decide to go and make us coffee. I pull my white satin dressing gown from the peg on the back of the door, the satin feels cool against my skin as I tie the belt before padding

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-75699044779069007272008-07-19T22:00:00.000+01:002008-08-11T14:10:10.844+01:00

I lead Mr X into my room , he pushes the door shut with his foot and takes off his top, I put the baby oil on the beside table and bend down and take out the rubber mat from under my bed and throw it over my pink covers. Mr X looks slightly confused'What the fuck is that? Looks like something we should be doing somersaults on, oh baby are you going to rock my world? Do the crab as I fuck you?'I

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-65575565824566548162008-07-19T21:00:00.000+01:002008-08-11T14:15:10.764+01:00

I have been ignoring Mr X's texts for over a week now. I have been having some moderate fun with a guy called Mark, but the sex is shit compared to Mr X. Mark is from the school of making love and he classes fucking me from behind as rough sex, he is appalled if I ask him to pull my hair, but he is excellent at massages so there's a plus. He can massage all the knots of sexual tension that is

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-87042784875216145172008-06-13T23:15:00.001+01:002008-07-17T20:20:54.419+01:00

Mr X showed a rare display of remorse for the last time we had fucked. He had over stepped the mark with his seedy hotel room, so I spent a huge part of my time ignoring him, caustic texts, just random stuff that I knew would play with his head, he didn't disappoint, he fell right into my trap and started being nice, that just made me want to abuse him even more.For once he was actually in my

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-26982199104242923222008-05-17T21:00:00.008+01:002008-07-22T18:43:03.373+01:00

Mr X has booked us into the seediest bed and breakfast known to man. As I follow him up the stairs I notice that the walls are covered with velvet flocked wallpaper, covered in mock bamboo shoots in deep burgundy. The carpet is a pink shag pile with beer stains and God knows what else. We reach our room and he turns the key in the lock, the stench of the room hits me full force, it's a mixture of

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-11818903626680769822008-05-16T20:59:00.001+01:002008-07-12T21:09:46.409+01:00

Mr X returned from Barbados and texted me to arrange a meet. I should have played hard to get and although I haven't been sat twiddling my thumbs while he has been away, I am still gagging for him. Fucking him has dominated my thoughts for weeks. Scenario after scenario has ensured that I have knocked one out over him on a daily basis.We meet in The Feathers, probably the dingiest pub you can

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-38293078717758442802008-04-05T20:44:00.000+01:002008-07-12T20:58:55.533+01:00

I shared many nights with Cadie and James, but it quickly became apparent, Cadie was happy with the bi thing, but I wasn't going to share James. We never discussed it, she didn't have to, actions speak louder than words and all that. I found it really frustrating, there were times when I was sucking on her pussy and James was wanking, that all I wanted was for him to fuck me. Up the arse, up the

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-52257520631089063102008-04-04T22:37:00.000+01:002008-07-11T22:56:03.401+01:00

Mr X has taken off to Barbados for three weeks, so my plans of seducing him into roleplay and outdoor sex has to be put back a bit. I don't mind, three weeks away means he will be gagging for me when he gets back from his 'family' holiday. Unfortunately not every my slant. Take my friend Patsy for example, she has been married for what seems like forever, she and her husband have the kind of sex

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-91727805541411415392008-03-29T22:00:00.002Z2008-07-10T14:13:14.458+01:00

The morning we are meant to leave, we wake up late, we should have vacated the hotel room by ten o clock, I awoke at ten fifteen, the hangover from all the beer I had necked the night before kicked in and I would have sold my own mother to stay where I was. I lean up and my head pounded as if I had extreme pressure being applied to my brain from an internal force. I turned to look at Mr X beside

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-25959900011135095162008-03-27T15:00:00.000Z2008-07-08T11:36:27.212+01:00

Since I last saw Mr X I have kept myself busy writing and submitting stories to lad mags and to various online publishers. The 27th March has been circled on my calendar and I have had to refrain from crossing off the days leading up to it like a prisoner waiting for release, because that would just be so uncool and bordering on desperation. However, Mr X has never been far from my mind an today

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-47255232335098965582008-02-17T23:30:00.000Z2008-07-06T21:18:43.697+01:00

Sorry, but I didn't get much chance to keep you all informed, I packed my bag at 2pm this afternoon, my pussy aching with the action I endured at the magical hands of Mr X.He agreed to meet me again, that weekends away won't be that easy to arrange, but he will try his best.I arrived home, my apartment was in a distinct need of tidying, instead I sat on my leather settee, keeping my head straight

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-22937485104862900512008-02-14T22:00:00.000Z2008-07-06T20:47:32.275+01:00

I am a writer of erotic fiction, my lap top follows me wherever I go. Hence how I can keep you updated as and when it happens. Obviously, any post I do, is written and submitted whilst Mr X is out of the equation. Right now, he is outside on the telephone to home, making excuses, probably saying how great his 'lads weekend away' is.After our preliminary fuck, I shared a shower with Mr X, soap

Lucky Abbottnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021886204040808458.post-77656600559646096422008-02-14T18:00:00.000Z2008-07-06T20:57:52.249+01:00

On returning to our room we cracked open the cans and the conversation flowed as easily as the beer did down our throats. Mr X has a captivating personality, he had me in stitches within minutes and every girl knows that a guy who makes them laugh is a plus.'Turns me on to think that you wank over me.' Mr X announced as he lay back on the bed, his head resting on the pillows as I sat perched at

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I suppose I never expected us to meet up, I had participated in this msn sport for far too long to believe a word anyone said but sure enough Mr X was true to his word about meeting me and we arranged a weekend away in a halfway destination between North and South, in a hotel of dubious class and in a grubby city. I was hoping the grubbiness and the dubious was going to follow us into the hotel

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