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!

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Piercing update: All healed!

See my other related piercing posts, first plans here, the completion here and the first update here.

I was asked this morning how my piercings are getting on, as I haven't mentioned them recently! Well it is true I have been rather distracted thanks to being quite busy lately, a few of you may have noticed.

Family life, parents possibly getting back together, my son having events at school, general life and chores.

More sexily, having much slippery tingly fun with my hoard of sex toys, candles, lubes and other kinky items!

My piercings are doing very well indeed. Seem to have healed nicely now, with some rather unnerving but at the same time nice sensations as the metal bars move through the holes.

Sometimes I forget, which can cause some discomfort. For instance, I must sleep on my stomach, so any wriggling in the night can pull on the navel bar. Also I have to be careful in tight jeans or the way I tend to quickly move in my chair sometimes so I don't tug the clit hood bar too much the wrong way... can be slightly ouchy.

All in all, they are gorgeous though and I love them.

The sexiest piercing is obviously the vertical clit hood one. This moves freely through the piercing now, so I can feel the metal there constantly as a reminder of my sex. Any urgent need to orgasm is only heightened by the metal touching and stroking on my erect clit as I walk or sit. Drives me deliciously insane... *smiles*

I have been able to play lately, which is a very good job seeing as I have a mountain of dildos! Ok not just dildos, but many other things. I just like the term Mountain of Dildos (new version of the MoD perhaps?)!

Cannot wait until I can shop and fit some new sparkly bits (jewellery, people! pay attention), I'm not exactly bored of these yet but a girl does like variety. I have seen a beautiful fairy navel piece (as shown in the picture above) and some very intriguing shapes & spirals for the clit.

Maybe I will take some pictures... if there is enough call in the comments below! Let me know what you want to see, why and when. I'll seriously consider all requests!


Until next time, stay sexy blog angels!



Cara

xxx

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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How I'm Feeling....

Tired, tender and tingling!

A busy week of blogging has kept me distracted somewhat but it is getting increasingly difficult to ignore the spreading heat and tingles of need in my sex, particularly around my poor denied, chaste, throbbing pierced clit.

The sparkling diamante end of the barbell rubs against my erect clit as I walk, as I sit, as I do anything. A constant reminder of my need and growing urgency to climax.

A week today since my last orgasm, I haven't been chaste this long in.... years.

My lovely friends have all enjoyed teasing me and to tell the truth, I have been rather enjoying it, in an entirely perverted, masochistic way! There is something to be said for anticipation rather than instant gratification. A teasing build up, time to enjoy the racing sensations, along with thoughts and fantasies, punctuated in a very real way by the titanium bar tugging and stimulating the tight bundle of nerve endings waiting rather impatiently to erupt.

I haven't been dissauading any teasing; rather, I have been actively encouraging it!

All this brings me to a crossroads: I feel that I could orgasm right now, if I lay my sweet vibrating bullet just under the bar and against my clit... soothing it to it's long awaited explosion. This however would mean that I break my orgasm training regime whereby I want to be able to have 'hand made' orgasms again, without the use of a vibrator. I can't very well rub my clit to orgasm right now, with the bar so new and tender...

I could use my anal toys and combine with a vibe in my pussy... but this will not necessarily lead to climax for me. I have always been very much a clit stimulation sort of girl.

Yes, I do regret not training for penetrative orgasms now! Perhaps I should give my Sqweel an outing, after all I do require a soothing licking all over my jewelled hood and fiercely plump clit.

For the moment, the enjoyment of tease and denial outweighs the need for orgasm. I am a woman after all, patient, used to suffering.

When the need for orgasm overtakes the enjoyment, I will reach for my vibe and Sqweel. For now....

The tenderness, teasing and tingles continue.

I have a clit complex... and a complex clit!

Until next time, stay teasingly sexy, blog angels


Cara

xxx

Piercing update: Healing Throbbingly

My navel piercing is healing fine... but my vertical clit hood piercing? Healing worse than ever.

Not that it is painful in any way... what I mean is that it is healing beautifully, throbbingly, sexually frustratingly well!

The bar moves through the hood now and as the end rubs against my clit whilst sat or walking. I'm left as a melted puddle of sexual despair.

Therefore, I can't think much past my next orgasm.

I'm putting out a desperate plea to all sexy ladies out there: please, no torment! I don't think I could bear any teasing right now!

Not unless you want me bursting all over your face and down your throat.

*cries & leaks*

Damn, now I've started off my dacryphilia fetish!

Xxxx

Piercing Plans Completed!

Well as you will all remember, I blogged a few weeks ago about my Perverted Piercing Plans. Yesterday, on a lovely sunny day out with Mike, I had these done!

We travelled to the same lovely piercing and tattoo parlour that we used for Mike's nipples last time (I figured he never bled or had any pain, so I'd be fine) and I signed up for both the navel and the vertical clitoral hood piercings before I could change my mind.

True, a Monday morning after a late and hazy Sunday night may not have left me in the most rational, clear and sane frames of mind but nonetheless I'd wanted them done for a while. No time like the present.

And what a present they were! The lovely girl at Apus explained the procedures thoroughly to me and allowed me to choose the jewellery I wanted in each piercing. I chose a diamante titanium for my clit and a dark pink stone surrounded with gold coloured titanium for my belly-button. Pretty!

She took them through to the small clinical room and I was informed that the worst one would be done first, the clit. Reassuring! Removing my underwear, I laid on the bed. Nervously. Looking up, I saw a gap above the walls of the cubicle style room and knew that there was a crowd of people in the foyer, including Mike, waiting. I was determined not to make a screaming scene.

Showing me that the needles were sterile she warned I'd have to take a deep breath. Hang on don't they numb piercings- OUCH! - that hurt! She grabbed my clit hood firmly and stuck the needle straight through. The pain! Well that was the worst part over.

But then again... -OUCH!... - she had to attach the ball to the other side of the piercing and that absolutely killed. Right. All done there.

The navel one was wonderful, she was able to freeze and numb the area with a special spray. She explained (after the event, funnily enough) that they couldn't freeze genital ones and the spray would probably dissolve the skin. Lovely.

It was all in all quite a painful day yesterday. I was expecting the clit piercing to continue being the most painful but it was in fact the navel one that caused the most discomfort. Took hours to stop bleeding and even after three changes of clothes it still hurt when I moved. It's in just the right place to be disturbed when you bend in any way and the movement of the metal caused both fresh pain and bleeding.

By 7pm I was ready for bed. Mike took his leave from my house, after a full day of shopping, lunching, chatting... and I would have fallen into bed if it weren't for the metal and holes in various parts of me.

After bathing the clit with my rock salt wash and cleaning the navel one with the spray and cotton buds I was ready to turn in for the night. Trying to sleep on my back, unusually for me.

I do love my new piercings, I cannot wait to shop for more jewellery and of course take some pictures to show you lovely blog angels out there!

Day 2 of my new piercings today... wish me luck!

Perverted Piercing Plans

Last night I finally made the firm decision to get a couple of piercings done, which I had been mulling over for some time.

My friend Mike has recently had both his nipples pierced and I feel this has helped ease any fears I had regarding the piercing process. Also it helps that the piercing ladies are HOT. Grin.

So... where am I getting pierced, I hear you ask! Well my navel for starters. A nice little glistening jewel in my belly button. Red of course, my favourite colour.

Secondly I want to get my clit pierced. I sense winces from my female audience! I will expand.

There are three kinds of clit piercings, a fact I was not previously aware of:

• Through the clit piercing (ouch)
• Horizontal clitoral hood piercing
• Vertical clitoral hood piercing

The easiest and least painful of these, I have read, is the vertical clitoral hood piercing. This is the one I'm getting! Not just because of the pain of other options, but because where the bar will begin and end in me, will hopefully lead to tingling arousal whilst moving about.

Some fun times to be had in the future! Healing times are between 4-6 weeks so I'll be all pierced up ready for summer.

Also bearing in mind that I will be atttending Erotica in London in November, who knows which lucky lady will be offered the chance to get up close and personal with my new decorations!

Planning to get these piercings done within the next two weeks so I will keep you updated on my progress!

Until next time, stay sexy, blog angels

xxx