Just Another Sapphic Dream

A Sizzling Summer Sapphic Dream

Lately I have been reading some very hot, very saucy blogs by my delicious friends. Take a look at the 'Blogs I Follow list on the right hand side to see what I mean...

This has not helped the insatiable lesbian slut part of me at all. In fact I can now barely go 10 minutes without having another filthy thought...

For instance, take glass toys. These are so popular, and for good reason. Made of toughened unbreakable glass, moulded into a sensual curved, shaped for orgasmic precision shape, these toys feel addictively delicious when used to probe a wanton pussy or even used anally...

Add to this the fact you can warm them in hot water or cool in the fridge (or freezer) first... delicious temperature extremes for sensation fanatics like me.

Seems I am not the only one to love glass....

She lay back on the bed after selecting her favourite. She had been wanting this all day, but hectic times and busyness had kept her from this pleasure, physically if not mentally. Her pussy felt almost aflame with the hidden passion, the insane surge of need coursing through her, neck to clit.

Her knickers were saturated. She lay on the bed just stroking a fingertip over the wetness, through the flimsy material and her other hand reached up to pinch a straining with protest pink nipple.  Her nerve endings seemed to be just one mass of jingling, sex shuddering, urgent need.

The icy glass dildo lay next to her. She had already stripped down to basics, the trail of clothes strewn across the bedroom showing a clear line of rushed anticipation for this moment. Oh yes, the stresses of today were going to be literally melted away...

I wander in the door to find her lying there, lazily enjoying these thoughts and feelings. I pad over to her, silently, our eyes meeting as I enjoy just the pure atmosphere of electrically charged lust.

Sitting on the end of the bed I take in her body, shirt still caught around her but unbuttoned, her breasts spilling forth and nipples hard, hard like the iced glass but blushing now a deep rosy pink from the constant pinches between her thumb and fingers.... her knickers showing the spreading juices that I know taste so delicious.

I reach over and slide one finger up the inside of her spread thighs. Her head falls back at the same time as her eyes slide shut, sighing out her need, her want. I crawl further up the bed and just enjoy her like this a moment, teasing her.

Picking up the icy glass, I place it to her neck. She jumps, gasps and mutters some profanity. I chuckle softly and hush her. I know she loves it really.

The goosebumps spreading over her, from neck, down to her chest, the curve out of her breasts and over her now diamond nipples show me how on edge she is... it also makes my pussy ache with need and my clit insists on moaning fiercely for her.

I run the iced toy down her chest, between her breasts and she jolts physically. I place a finger underneath her pussy, over her now slippery saturated knickers, and draw it upwards, so slowly, dragging it over and between her spread lips and up to circle around her hard clit...

Fingers moving upwards as the iced toy I move either side to circle around the nipples... I lean in to kiss her lips softly but she is lost now, lost on that sea of sensations. I love holding her like this, on the very edge, so close to that blazing light but her journey will be in my own time, she will reach the destination only when I say so and I will carry her there myself.

I'm close to her now. Between her legs I kneel as she lays not almost horizontal on the bed, just spread back against the soft headboard. Sat half up on the mass of pillows I can play her and over her like my very own toy.

The heat emanating from her is immense. I can feel my own pearls of need leaking out from under me and I slip out of my top so I am just in the boyshorts I wear round the house. My breasts echo her sentiments with achingly tingling nipples and I am covered in goosebumps. Not from the cold, from the want.

The glass toy plays over her stomach, my fingers switch ends of her body and as I teasingly blow across her face between butterfly kisses, my fingers flick her nipples softly as the glass toy slides and melts, slides and melts. The watery trail just makes her radiate her beauty even more, the glistening soft skin calling to every part of me.

After some time teasing like this, over her waist, hips and the feminine soft curve of her stomach, I reach the waist band of her knickers. My knee is positioned against her at this point, feeling the heat and wetness directly against me and moving every so often to give a consistent friction and stimulation, forcing those moans out of her that she knows I love hearing.

This will never do. I want flesh to glass. Glass in flesh. I set down the toy a second to remove her sodden underwear and reveal her perfectly formed, pretty and plump smooth pussy, smouldering hot and glistening, seeping with her desire. That.. is much better.

I place the still cold glass over her bare mound, making her shudder for the god knows how many times. She bites her bottom lip, hard, and looks straight at me for a second, that contradictory mix of accusatory and demanding that can only come during a passionate frenzied attack on her body.

I smile, and shush her back ...

I move the toy downwards and it rests over her clit, which I know for a fact is screaming for this attention. I lean in and place my mouth over her nipple, just resting over it, no teeth or tongue on it for the moment. Just the sensation of the O of my mouth around it, as the ice glass is against her button.

She moans and claws, grabs for me. I growl.

With a sudden flicking lick over her nipple I move the toy down, slowly, determinedly. It slides so, so easily between her slick, silky lips and rests at her entrance. She moans, begging me. She wants me to take her with it. The cold refreshes her, the feeling of the icy unrelenting but so perfectly crafted ice pulling the demands from her mouth almost without her realising. I need to take her. Now.

With a firm grip, and my mouth exploring her nipples and neck... I plunge the glass deep into her. She reaches up and her arms come to be about my neck. I'm making love to her now, she is holding onto me, clinging while I take her through this journey of pleasure. Yes, I want you like that, needing me, feeling the sensations, sensing your own release. 

The glass curves into her, and upwards. seeking out the raised bump there. The cool end rubs firmly across this surface of nerve endings and she utters such gutteral sounds of longing, no words, just the sound of pleasure. 

When my fingers travel over her slick hard clit, expertly circling... I know she is there. She will orgasm for me... and she does. Body jolting, shuddering, the high pitched wail she emits causing matching shudders through my own... my pussy clenching and pulsating in empathetic ecstasy as I watch her fall over that edge, tipping, gloriously into the golden light of bliss.

Finally she comes to rest and I do not immediately remove the toy, I know it feels a wrench to have that delicious piece removed so suddenly. Instead I leave it in a while, not stopping movements immediately but just slowing down... slow, slow movements of the toy within her until I feel she has come to a complete stop of the nerve ending carousel. I let my hand rest with the toy still in her and some pressure still to her clit. 

She sighs and opens her eyes, looking at me appreciatively, without words. No words are required, we both know it's what she wants and deserves.

Slowly, I remove the toy. Bringing it to my lips while Im still looking into the depths of her eyes, I can't help but sate my hunger for her taste. My tongue darts out to connect with the now hot, messy, moulded form of the glass, slick and dripping with her juices. She tastes, as ever, exquisite. 

I lick and suck the toy until it's clean once more. Laying it to rest, I straddle her and we kiss, our mouths exploring one anothers, she tastes herself on my lips and tongue and I enjoy being within her once more. 

Once we have embraced for long enough I know I will resume her relaxation by using my tongue directly on and in her.. where she still leaks her post orgasmic juices. But for now, we lay, both happy and contented, in each others arms, enjoying the warm, sticky embrace of two naked lovers bodies, all curves and flesh and glistening wet after the peak of gloriously icy glass.


Just a dream I spill out, to share with you. Just a dream...

For now...


Cara
xxx





PS Find two of my favourite pervacious glass pieces here and here, and a little something I regularly enjoy from the freezer with some special freezable massage oil... I get hot! So hot...
xxx

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.

**** **** ****

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.

**** **** ****

I do so enjoy bathtimes!

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

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.

... ... ... ...

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

Introducing SexToys.co.uk!

I was recently lucky enough to be introduced to this wonderful uk based sex toys company, and sent three items to test and review.

First of all, the RO-80 'Ammunition' bullet. This is one extremely powerful, sleek and discreet clitoral bullet vibrator. The precision crafted, smooth tapered tip delivers extremely strong stimulation exactly where you want it most.

The side is attractively embossed with the RO-80 logo, proudly displaying its high quality heritage, and the waterproofing rubber sealing ring means you can have naughty orgasmic fun in the bath or shower too!

This is a one speed toy with easy click on/click off touch button control.


I highly recommend investing in a strip pack of N size batteries from eBay, which is the cheapest place I have found. Nothing worse than reaching for your favourite bullet and realising you're out of batteries!


Simply put: all women should own this bullet. Buy yours today... click here now!

Next, the Mini Mates Fever. This is the sex toys connossieur's upgrade to the RO-80! An absolute beast of a machine with 5 vibration settings and still entirely waterproof.

The Mini Mates Fever vibrator integrates the large and power packed RO-120 bullet with an easy clean velvet touch silicone sleeve for your choice of either clitoral or penetrative play.

Perfect for either solo fun or play with a partner, this versatile toy feels fantastic. With a bit of spicy imagination you will enjoy this toy for a long time to come. I would note however that I would not recommend this toy for anal play, as there is nothing to stop it getting lost! Stick to vaginal or clitoral action, or use as a body massager for you or your partner.

Covered with a removeable medical grade silicone sleeve, this toy is kept especially clean and hygienic. Additionally, you should of course use a safe toy cleaner such as this one, also available from Sex Toys Uk.

We move on to something for the bunny lovers! Rampant rabbits are probably the most commonly known sex toy in the uk, thanks to high street adult merchant, Ann Summers.

At this juncture, I must confess that I am not a huge fan of rabbit toys, as I find the phallus part, the rotating beads and the clitoral vibrating ears all too close together to be of any useful stimulation.

I much prefer to use a separate dildo or vibrator with a clitoral bullet, such as the RO-80 above, so that both parts of the action are entirely in my control.

That said, if you are a fan of rabbits, then this Jessica Rabbit Ultimate will certainly fulfil your needs.

Easy separate vibrating action for the ears and the beads/dildo, a variety of settings and being waterproof all combine to make this a good all round rabbit toy.

As I have often found with rabbit toys, it is heavy on the batteries, taking 4 AA type. Quite power hungry but on the plus side, the batteries are easier to acquire than N or watch batteries than some smaller toys take!



Visit Sex Toys Uk today and have a browse through their vast range of bullets, vibrators, rabbits, butt plugs and more. Or click through to specific items on the banners to the side of this page!


Have fun in your sexy sex toys quest!