Bathtime Bubbles

The day had been long and arduous. Clicking off from my work, I sighed and rubbed at the tension in my temples. 

The deep, hot, bubbly bath that my man had thoughtfully run for me awaited upstairs. Slipping him a grateful smile I moved from the lounge and made my way up, unbuttoning and unfastening my clothes as I went.

By the time I got to the bathroom I was standing in just my lace g-string and the rest of the clothes made an untidy pile in the doorway. Pulling my hair free. I shook my head and then eyed myself in the mirror. I looked tired. Running my hands over the classical cinch of my waist and enjoying the dramatic flare of my hips, I peeled off the string and dipped a toe into the comforting heat with a shiver of sudden corporeal need.

Relaxing into the luxurious depths with an audible moan, I lay back and closed my eyes. I love this time of day; a chance to separate from the manic and demanding world and stop all thoughts other than the immediate calming, soothing sensations washing over me, body and mind.

Thoughts of physical satiating remained in body and mind too. The heat spreading at my sex was definitely not merely due to the lapping water that teasingly licked against me there.

Reaching down, I playfully tugged at my sparkling clit piercing. All piercing related pains had long since passed and the time of enjoyment with this private and sexual little jewel had arrived. Pressing in, I could feel the jewelled bar rubbing against my slowly hardening clit. Small shudders washed over me as I reached up with my other hand to take a slippery, soapy nipple between fingers and squeeze... resulting in a demanding throb from my wanting, wanton pussy.

My fingers at my clit spread out to teasingly stroke over my smooth, half-submerged in the bath, pussy lips and probing deftly and greedily inside. The thumb of my right hand pressing the VCH bar against my whimpering clit, whilst my fingers curled around to toy with my pulsing, throbbing pussy walls, clenching around them with their demands for relief.

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My mind is slipping away to its fantasies now as quickly as my body is heading for that tumultuous fall over the edge into abandoned bliss.

Half soapy bubble covered naked breasts protrude from the bath as my arms encapsulate them in the moment, one arm curved around to attend to my pussy and the other tantalisingly tormenting the electrified nipples and the entire area of tingling shapely flesh.

Head laying back against the top edge of the bath, my hair half wet, half dry, thrown back in wild disarray as my eyes squeeze shut and I escape to that place of ultimate erotica in my mind.

Fingers thrust deeply inside myself as my thumb slowly moves across the surface of my pierced hood... the clit not only alert but straining, screaming in my mind for its attention. Hard and deep jolts connecting my clit and my g-spot which I am aiming to press against on the other side, on the inside.

Breaths coming shallow and ragged now, audible moans coming unbidden but unstoppable. A stark heat suffuses me, my throat catches with the height of the moment and the dark flashing heat strikes through my body like liquid lightning. Spreading and enclosing me, throat, breasts, the very depths of my stomach and capturing my sex entirely and with a thread deep inside my pussy feeling like it connects back at my throat all the way up my middle.

I am dancing so dangerously close to that edge now... I can see the start of that delicious journey, that tumble through pure pleasure. There is a code to begin it, a code only my fingers know. They dance inside me and fulfil my longing, my need. As my pussy pulsates around my fingers, I brush against my g-spot and the tremors begin.

Sparks of light inside my brain, dizzying, addictive, blindingly blissful.

I yelp out against it, trying to slow time to enjoy this journey for longer, as I tumble Alice style through the most pleasurable sensations known to a person.

All too soon the trembling and shuddering slows as my climax ebbs away, leaving my body soothed, relaxed and my mind contented and empty for at least a little while.

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I do so enjoy bathtimes!

The Journey to a Self Made Orgasm

I'm wondering today, how many orgasms per week one needs in order to feel fulfilled. Perhaps several each day, several an hour? Or are you a one-a-day man or woman? How do you choose to travel to this destination?

Even though I could orgasm daily, I choose not to. Why? I like to build up the anticipation.

My particular libido means that I require mental stimulation as well as physical. I feel that my orgasm is not merely a physical need but rather a release from erotic mental/emotional stimulation.

Oh sure, I get those times where I feel I simply have to cum, or else I'll explode. But for the most part, as long as I orgasm every three or four days, I am ticking along nicely.

I have had some comments from people not understanding my enjoyment of the week+ chastity while my new clit hood bar made my clitoris unavailable for stimulation. This delves into the fetish territory of chastity, which is the enjoyment (or not, I guess! but always consensual activity) of orgasm denial.

Chastity can involve teasing or not. You may wish to be fitted with (or fit to your parter) a female, or male, chastity device.

Personally I always like to remain in control, but I do have masochistic tendencies that run synonymous to my sadistic side. I'm particularly kinky!

This means that I will abstain from orgasms until the need is just touching intolerable, to really glean the most enjoyment from making the anticipation last. Building that sexual tension into a frenzy, either alone or by being teased by various lovely friends. You know who you are!

In the past, I have refrained from an orgasm for two years. This was with an ex who did not 'allow' me to have sex toys, plus I did not orgasm through sex with him. After months of denial, my libido all but died anyway, so the torturous agony wasn't there.

The trick is getting that balance between orgasming too much (in this context, as I can hear shouts of, 'you can't orgasm too much!') so that it becomes instant gratification, merely flicking a button (!), and not orgasming often enough so that your libido disappears and any chastity enjoyment along with it.

My lovely man is purely vanilla and does not participate in anything beyond mildly kinky. I feel that I would only be able to lightly touch upon chastity play with a woman anyway, one that I trust and who I could give myself over to sexually, in the bedroom only, for fun.

For the most part, I tease myself to a point of needing to climax. Whether wearing butt plugs for a while, a love egg along with it or simply edging almost to climax then stopping, with a bullet, or just some lube and fingers... I enjoy the long drawn out journey to orgasm more than simply a race to the finish line.

This delicate weaving journey, alongside erotic mental stimulation (filthy talk, role play etc) and romantic tangible accoutrements mean that the final release is so much more fulfilling. Your entire soul is caught up in the pure delights of the moment, rather than simply ending the frustration of the nerve endings.

How do my readers feel about this, I wonder? Do you masturbate simply to end that need, as often as possible? Or do you enjoy the tease along the way?

What is the most fulfilling route to orgasm for you? Think about it, then comment below!


Have fun & stay sexy, blog angels!


Cara

xxx




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Feeling the Heat on a Monday Morning

What a fabulously sunny Monday morning! Kids are back at school, there's a smile on my face and a twinkle on various parts of my body.

Despite the sunshine it's not quite warm enough yet to use my Durex Massage Melts, although they are in the freezer ready to be popped out and melted as I... well... melt heatedly and hopefully pop.

Speaking of explosive relief, I finally couldn't wait any longer. I had made the decision yesterday (in a calm and controlled manner of course, not frenzied and desperate at all) to wait until this morning to renege on my 'hand made' orgasms awhile and revert to my bullet for a soothing and much needed climax.

During the early morning walk in the surprising April sunshine, my titanium, diamante ended barbell teased me as I paced and mulled the plan over. I returned home and with nervous anticipation, shut and locked the front door behind me with a determined, decided click.

Foccussed now, I removed my jacket and hung it over the banister at the bottom of the stairs before going up to my bedroom. My 'bag of bullets' lay half unzipped on my dresser, a visible sparkling gleam or two of metal already teasing me with promises of relief.

Following mental instructions as though I were in some Beautiful South song, I removed my clothes and lay on the bed. Bullet in one hand, the other fondling the half familiar, half new to my fingers pierced hood.

I groaned in need. This was so required, right now. I needed to cum, then and there. Sunlight blindingly streaming through the gap in the curtains, spotlighting me for heaven's morning show.

The moment that bullet hit the combination of the metal sparkling bauble and my humming with tingling desperation hard little clit, I knew I had only moments before I tipped over that waterfall of light and sexual energy. A week of pent up surging, pulsing need and constant teasing, physical and mental, brought me to that, quite literal, point.

I didn't even need any of my lube.

I lay stretched out on the bed, naked, clothes strewn about me, and writhed, moaned, mewled and screamed affirmatives to God for the enormous, devastating, spine chilling, clit numbing, pussy melting, brain emptying orgasm I had.

Yes, I thought. That's the way to start the week!

Of course, now I need to somehow deal with my clit bar rubbing over a newly exhausted, hyper sensitive and entirely exposed clit...

Damn. Back to the teasing board.


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I Touch Myself

The morning begins the same as every other day. The radiant beaming sunshine is halted in its path to my eyes by the heavy curtains pulled to. I wake at the same time every day, just before 7am. I don't even have to look at the clock anymore, but I do, out of habit. 6.58am. Wonderful. For once, just once, I'm able to have a lie in and yet my body seems unable to extricate itself from the routine it is used to.

My body shifts from its sleeping position on my front, to lay on my back. I enjoy the warmth of the thick duvet and the quiet house before everyone wakes up and the day's madness begins. I yawn and rub sleep from my eyes as I get used to vision once again.

The night was spent shifting in steamy, torrid dreams of debauchery and sex. As I lay and ponder on nothing much at all, I realise the sensations of my body. My clit feels like its been expertly strummed for hours, aching, throbbing and pulsing so hard. In reality it hasn't been touched at all. Yet. Remnants of dreams filter through my consciousness, bodies entwined, the feeling of dreamed orgasms, the taste of my lover on my lips and the feel of them pervading and invading me all at once.

I feel my juices pooling underneath my morning pussy and I feel dirty. I want to be taken then and there. I stretch out, lithe as a cat, arching my back and luxuriating in the carnal physical feelings. The desire. I want to be touched. I want to touch.

I lick my lips. I have time to enjoy a little... just a little taste of self satisfaction.

I run my fingertips lightly over the fronts of my soft thighs, trailing patterns over them, moving slowly upwards but missing my scorching heat, where the juices act as lure for my fingers. I softly tease the sides of my v, soft thin flesh where my leg joints meet my smooth, hairless sex. Still denying myself the soft supple wetness and warmth of plunging into my lips.

Further up, I enjoy the flatness of my stomach as I lay on my back. Concave as I suck in my breath, fingers feeling my sensuous curves, the corset waist above generous flared hips. The contrast pleases me. I feel womanly, feminine, sexual. Predatory.

My pussy aches, yearns to be touched. Fondled, rubbed, probed. Soon, my darling, soon.

I can count my ribs as I bring my hands up to fondle over my flesh, the shape of my body, indulging in the delight of my shape without the depression of gravity. An escape from reality. I can dream, fantasise.

I breathe out as my hands meet the fleshy mounds of my breasts, natural and soft, a handful each and no more. The nipples pucker up and thrill as my fingerpads lightly, so lightly, brush over them and tease the responsive petal-pink points there. With a sudden low growl and insistent impatience I scoop up each breast in a whole clutching handful and maul them... ending with a decidedly firm pinch to the nipple to top off the nerve tingling experience.

My throat and pussy contract in unison as my need approaches boiling point. I must sate her, sate my pussy, before I surely explode with wanton lust.

One hand reaches up to fondle over my neck, my collarbone, sweeping downwards over both breasts. The other seeks out those soft silky folds, dripping with anticipation. I'm writhing, twisting, losing myself and getting tangled, enjoying smearing my juices over the bed and my shining inner thighs. I rub my fingers between this new wetness, to enjoy the slipperiness of it, hot flesh rubbing together, my trapped hand clamped between desperate thighs and sopping gushing pussy lips. Engorged lips that want to swallow my fingers, my hand. I relish the sensations of my lips rubbing over the thumb knuckle on my left hand, as my right enflames my lust further through nipple teases & squeezes.

I stretch out flat again and let my now thoroughly wet hand travel over my sex. Fingerpads lightly strumming over the spreading, eager lips and delving lightly into the space between. I feel the clear slippery wetness coating the length of my fingers and quickly, hungrily, bring it up to my mouth to taste the sweetness before dipping down, once again, to the honey pot of my desire.

Delicately I circle my now straining, erect clit with my middle fingers. I alternate this movement with deeper and deeper probes into my pussy, desperate to be fucked senseless, focussing on fragmented shards of memories, some real, some dream; hot, erotic encounters and steamy, raunchy taboo fantasies. I'm so hot now, perspiration dawns on my back and between my pink mauled breasts.

I can feel the pin pricks of light beginning, the semblance of an orgasm, teasing. So touchable, visible on the horizon of my consciousness. I just need more... more circling, more pressure, not directly, to the side. No, not to the side, directly on my clit. A finger dipped inside. A harder pinch of the nipple. My back arched tightly, tight like the string of a bow ready to fire. My whole hand comes into play and I fuck myself mercilessly, no longer just one finger inside, but two... then three.

My nipples graze roughly over the duvet now only half covering me, one leg out to the open, naked body wild with abandonment and climactic need. The sheet cast between my legs only serving to drive the frenzy up further. I let the fabric attend to my nipples as I bring my right hand down to take care of my slick wet clit as my right fingers are fucking me, feeling my sugar walls clench and pulsate, beating a rhthym in tune with the want in my soul. Hard, hard clit like diamond, surely it will soon explode. Fingers slipping over it, faster, faster... pussy clenching and swallowing my thrusting fingers..

Light bursts into my brain and I'm flooded... nerve endings hyper sensitive and I ride over that waterfall of emotion, sensation, carried away, lost to the orgasm for as long as I can ride it out for. Never wanting it to end, this molten gold feeling, suffused with warmth and light all at once, breaths coming ragged and fast. Clenched tight muscles and nerves, brain, to throat, to nipples, to the pit of my stomach down to my clit and some core of my sex deep inside my pussy.

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Hazy vision returns as I realise I had my eyes squeezed shut for the final tantalising few moments, that climactic ride. I'm returning back to a calmness, with ebbing throbs and twitches. My pussy gulps with the aftershocks and my clit feels white numb after the explosion.

I let my hands lie where they are, one between my legs, enjoying the post-orgasmic ripples of my pussy and clit together, the other on my hip, exposed to the growing sunlight peeking around the curtains and into my day.

I yawn once more and when I've decided my pussy has stopped throbbing enough to move, I half crawl, half fall out of bed to go run a much needed bath.

Another day begins.

To Catch an Orgasm

Well I am enjoying a lovely holiday weekend. Eaten far too much chocolate but never mind. Monday morning and yes, it is still a holiday but a fresh start. Summer beckons as do scary body revealing garments (ahoy bikini!) therefore I really must desist this habit of emptying the entire contents of the kitchen into my stomach every weekend! *sigh*

I had a lovely surprise on Saturday night. To give you some background, I have suffered with a terrible affliction for about 7 or 8 years now. I'm addicted to sex toys. In particular, my Tracey Cox Supersex bullet and whichever butt plug and vibrator happen to be around at the time.

An orgasm has been simply impossible without the vibrations of these addictive little novelties. Whenever I would be at a certain point either during self stimulation or sex, there would come an interruption of, "Oh I'm sorry darling would you pass me my bag of tricks, I simply must have my bullet". Hardly normal or complimentary. I'm sure my man felt slightly useless, not being able to complete my pleasure by himself.

It's my own fault though. It all started with purchasing a rabbit vibe at Ann Summers all those years ago and ever since, I've been hooked on sex toys.

Now sex toys are wonderful, but I would love them to merely be an addition to a full sex sex and functioning body parts, not a replacement or a need.

Back to Saturday. I had been teased all day (you know who you are, meanie) and was feeling tingly and excited as it was. I simply had to orgasm, but wanted to hold off as long as possible. My underwear had been soaking since lunchtime and they were the third pair that day.

Off to bed I went and feeling slightly naughty, I wanted to be filled. I inserted a dildo plug into my arse and a large dildo up my sopping wet, hungry pussy and wore some tight knickers over the top. Writhing in bed, I was just getting wetter and wetter, as my filled holes were crying out for an orgasm.

My clit was engorged, throbbing, screaming at me to be touched, rubbed, flicked.

My pussy was contracting around the dildo and I was feeling such a filled, fucked whore. Filthy slut, sleeping filled like this.

Squeezing some lube onto my fingers, I could take no more. They made their way into my knickers and brushed the wetness over my already slippery smooth folds and sensitive clit.. it howled.

Bringing my fingers to and fro across it, with light strokes, I could feel my legs trembling as I spread them like an eager, wanton harlot. I needed this. I could sense my orgasm building.

Trying not to get ahead of myself I concentrated on the feelings, the sensations. Which speeds felt good and where to press, where to lightly brush over and where to mash my sodden fingers into.

With a piercing explosion of light, the orgasm shattered my world. My hips rose off the bed and my muscles contracted around both dildos, feeling them intensely penetrating me, fucking me like the needy vixen I am.

My clit leaped and danced under my pressed in, happy little fingers.

I'd done it! I'd finally cum without my bullet or any vibrations! So, so happy.

I'll be continuing my training this week... to help with this I've obviously had to buy a couple of dildos to celebrate with *blush* You can see them here and here.

Last night during sex with my gorgeous man I tried again but it just didn't work, perhaps I felt rushed or shy. I didn't resort to reaching for my bullet as I usually would have, I simply enjoyed the sex with him and was content to try again at a later time.

If I need to be thoroughly wound up and teased in order to have a natural orgasm, then I will simply have to get to that point again.

Watch this space for updates on my clit & pussy training! Once I've mastered (Mistress-ed?) the art of a natural clit orgasm I'll be working on penetrative orgasms.

I'm sure this little treat during the day will help to get me nice and excited!

My sex life can only get better and better!

Until next time, stay sexy, blog angels

xxx