Lustrous Bits

I have always enjoyed having metal bits being shoved into or onto me, them either being dilldos, viberators, needles, piercings cuffs, collars. you name it I adore it. The idea of having me restrained by something that clinks when I move makes it so much more fulfilling. To look down and to see that metalic item on or in me makes me anxious and so very wet. I have several metalic bits that enjoy space upon my body, my nipples, one which I need to get re done, ears, deep hood, a christina. Still waanting more though wil wait for a bit. Have not decided if I want my inner lips done or not.
The rush of the endorphines and the feel of the needle going in is something that I look forward to. yes I am a bit of a pain slut. I so love having things in me I have gone about my day with my metal friend in my arse or cunt. Have not had any problems with security and having the metal dectors going off. Playing with them is one of the reasons why I have gotten the piercings and sex is so much more different with them. Have to slow down my over anxious lovers who tend to pull way too much on them which turns the nice sensations into uttter discomfort.
The idea of having them and no one else a lustful secret, me a sexual advantgardist, seeking new and better ways to enjoy sex.
Sorry for taking so long to get anoither update done here, things have been so hectic and I try to keep a few other blogs semi current. I will post soon on my experiences with a lover and my piercings.
Until next time my lovers, and always safe sex.

Curves of Body

The curves of a body
Now why is it that you can find great photos of women, the colouration, lighting, yet nothing of men.I enjoy the lines of a woman and a man. Is it that I am just not looking in the right web sites or what. What is it with people wearing shoes and socks in a photo, if done right yes but more than not is just draws away from the picture.
Just to see a well dressed body sends shives up and down my body, just to run my hands over those limbs, tongue, flail. yummmmmmmmmmm.. I can spend my time at the local café I enjoy going to, read a book and watch the people go by. Clothes make the body, you can hide so much or augment that part of your body that says touch me.
I adore wearing clothes that show off parts of my body, my small breasts, tight ass or thighs or not wear. So if any of you kind readers would send me some links for nude men well done. I would be greatly appreciated. Might even do something special for you.

Lust or Desire

Lust that is what makes the world go around, for if anything to go forth it needs the energy behind it. Thus desire, lust has to be that support in accordance to western mysticism, qabalah. So in my opinion lust is not wrong but necessary for ideas to be developed to allow the unmanifested become manifest.

It was his legs they were so well framed by the rubber that he wore. He was the proprietor for the shop that sold clothing and such made from recycled rubber which made him look even more scrumptious. His hair tied back in a thong just made the bow for the package that stood before me. My legs were quivering slightly; I needed to leave before I made a scene though never far to spy upon his luscious body.

I was at a weekend music fair so I had lots of time to reel in my eyeful catch. The heat of the day made my musk become more pronounced to my sensitive nose, wondering if he could smell my wanton desire as well.
The cool evening air brought with it, the smell of lilacs, my unencumbered breasts perked up to the welcomed smell and the anticipated liaison. It is my nose that has lead me to many enticing objects. Food, wine, sex, fine men, women all to be savoured with pleasure. This man that I found also had my nose enticed as so was my cunt, my panties already wet with desire.
The heat of the day that was stored inside the van rolled on over us which made us remove our clothing even faster. The bed being the only thing to sit on, so nicely laid out waiting for us. I took his face with my hands and lustfully kissed his luscious lips, tasting what he had to eat for dinner. With him settled beside me his shirt and the rest of his clothing off I ran my hands over his chest, not extremely developed pecks that stood out. Just nice and firm just like mine as his hands found them. I sighed, I wanted this all day. I smelled him with my nose, leading my lips to taste him more thoroughly, the salt of his sweat and the moisture lingering in the hidden creases. His hands were on my breasts, cupping them with practised hands, tweaking and pulling upon my nipples using the supplied appliances to great advantage. I straddled him with my thighs and pulled out his cock; lifting my skirt and guided him in. A huge breath came out and relaxed with him inside and plunged him deeper into my sopping cunt. His lips found their way to my breasts as his fingers continued to explore them. Not caring if his mouth could follow my bouncing breast as I continued to drive his cock. Just wanted to get off, and then have his cum on or in me taking my free hand and rubbed my clit furiously. As he got bigger, filling me nicely I came, and screamed into his chest his own bestial noises filled the air as well. We panted as we leaned against each other, I was not done with him and went for another round. I rolled off of him and laid on my back with my legs opened for him. Taking the cue he planted his face into my waiting grotto. I love a man who is willing to enjoy his own cum, and even share it with me. Without even asking he opened my mouth and slid his tongue in my mouth, tasting his cum with glee. As his tongue was in my mouth his cock also pierced me as well a nice ploy that I wonder if he was thinking of all day. So he fucked me with renewed enthusiasm, pistoning himself like he wanted to blow a connecting rod. He came a this time leaving his cock and his cum inside of me with us spooned against each other.

I enjoy sleeping with a cock inside of me every so often, so that was nice of him. I woke up with him sliding his cock slowly back and forth still nicely enveloped. With me awake he picked up speed and renewed his assault. He came more quickly than before, more awake now I took him into my mouth and tasted both of us upon his lollypop. Another thing that I enjoy, this man could read my mind. I wanted him hard again so I could slowly fuck myself. He obediently obeyed like a good pet so I shoved him back in.
Agonizingly slowly I slid his cock back and forth, doing everything that I loved. Just leaving the tip of his prick in then drawing him back in, rubbing my clit as he went past. He begged me to do something more than just tease him. So I scratched him with my nails, short as they are, so much more a person can do with short nails than with long ones.
I came about five times before I allowed him to cum. As usual he rammed his cock bruising my cervix. Trying as I could to open that as well. He came graciously, bemoaning me that his cock and balls were sore. I did not tell him that I was as well.
I then left making plans for the evening. Being sore is appreciated after a good fuck if that is what one wants.
We saw each other for the rest of the weekend; by the time it was all said and done I was so sore, I think I waddled for most of Sunday. I do know that driving home was a bitch. We did everything even a few new ones only thing he did not have was my ass. His cum eventually covered me head to toe. He gave me his number and I think I gave him mine.

I never do like meeting up again with the people I screw, feel it as a one of. Something to be remembered softly when I think back on past experiences not with them trying to remind me what we did or to have their cum in or on me again.

Vanilla people taste bland

Vanilla people can do their best to accomdate your desires,but it never quite works- they just don't get it. I have explored this world and it always fasinates me in the items people come up with. How to incorperate different aspects of their desires into play, heightening the experience for all. So why do I seek such depravity, is the ability to stretch the known borders, of what I think I can handel. I want to make my own toys, floggers, whips, shackles. save some money that way and make them unique to the individual.
I do so enjoy getting whipped along my bare thighs, between my legs, arse and where ever else the flail lands, all depends how fast I want to get off or how long they want to torture me. Just the smell of the leather, sweat makes me all wet, wanting to wrap myself in it. Just to have a noncontact olfactory orgasm is sublime, I wear light perfume just to give a light hint of what might be had. To be over whemled by another person's strong colone, perfume is revolting, it just dose not set the mood. I adore going up to people and smelling them, sniffing their body, like a cat. I could rub my whole body against them just to get thie smell on me if it was pleasing enough. I need to stop before I get to far gone into my head space, too many other things to do today.
I currently do not own a digital camera or even a scanner. I still enjoy my f-2, fully manual slr, some day I will upgrade so until them you will have to expand the use of your mind, the largest sex organ. The more to exercise the other senses and know that there is more to life than to feast your eyes upon a lovely sight.

Wet feet

Well this is going to be a plung into cold water, though to enjoy the opportuity to share and explore the depravity of minds here in. When the opportuity arrises a better fit and feel will be established, so sit patiently and await the unveiling. For people who are visually stimulated you will be sadly dissapointed, a chance to strengthen the other parts of your mind, for that is where it all happens. The brain is the biggest sex organ, we all know that you are addict and will keep on coming back for more..