24th November 2011 Fingers glide, slip and play But my orgasms are still a day away Waiting for his return Encouraging my body to ache and yearn Soon it will be his fingers not mine And on my body he will dine Consuming all that he desires Feeding lust and stoking fires And so I…
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16th July Dreams are powerful things sometimes, both the ones we have or our future hopes and desires and those that haunt our minds while we sleep. Last night I dreamt about a kiss; in the midst of a busy airport, his hands running through my hair, down my back and across my arse, and…
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16th July Day 5 of the task; masturbate for 32 minutes…..but it does not have to be all on one go. The day started off with me slipping back into bed once the house was empty and indulging in 15 minutes one on one time between my fingers and my slippery wet pussy. It was…
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14th July 2011 Last night as I lay in my bed waiting for sleep to take me away my mind drifted off to thoughts of him, his arms holding me at night, his hands stroking my back, our bodies curled round one another as sleep draws us both into the peaceful darkness. I must have…
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27th April 2011 Reaching down between my legs I find the smooth soft skin of my pussy and gently stroke. Slowly I explore, caressing my thighs and the outer folds of my pussy, taking my time, savouring the sensation of my touch. I close my eyes and try to forget that it is my hand…
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7th February 2011 Oh, how these pearls have travelled. They have been with me to Philadelphia, twice, Vegas and Paris but their journeys have not been restricted to international travel alone for they have travelled all over me too. They have been draped over much of my body and hung from my neck to rest…
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22nd November 2010 3.45am! That was the hideous hour we had to get up in order to catch the train from the town I live in, to London so that we could get the Euro Star. I am not good in the mornings at the best of times but this was just silly. Luckily, he…
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27th October 2010 I don’t have a bath very often if truth be told. I am more of a shower person, mainly because I am usually rushing, often on the verge of lateness and there just isn’t time for a bath. A bath to me is something you do on cold winter evenings, when you…
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19th October 2010 With one arm around my waist he draws me back onto my feet. Standing behind me his body is curved up against mine and I can feel his hard cock through his jeans grinding up against my sore arse. The sensation makes me gasp. “Ready for your present now Slutmine?” he whispers…
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