Wednesday, 30 June 2010

So I just finished masturbating. That feeling of temporary contentment is with me and my pussy is throbbing as my orgasm has subsided, it's a nice tingly feeling. If you were here, you'd lick my juice all up. Oh you wouldn't? I'd sit on your face. I wish you could see my boobs right now. They're no way asleep, they look like melons. My nipples are so hard and taut and I'm reminded of words, sucking, licking, biting, as even my arms rub against them and I just need them in your mouth so bad.

I tried taking a photo or video but there's an error and I couldn't press anything before as I came because I wasn't even going to masturbate as I thought I may call out your name but when I did, I tried my hardest not to and so I didn't record.

But I'm going to make a video where you see everything, I play and play and play with myself. I want to tease the fuck out of you, that's exactly it tease that fuck and just as you are about to come, I rub my pussy over your mouth. I think that makes you come and I get up but you slam me down and it hurts your face but you stick your tongue up my pussy and I'm coming, baby..I don't shout your name.

Maybe you'd have to spank it out of me. Oh I'm going to be so fucking wildly sexy and hot in my actions, YOU wait and see, boy.

Tuesday, 29 June 2010

Sold. Part three.

When he wrapped his lips around my nipple, my legs shaked, he got up, I don't know if to support my body but I just had to hold onto something otherwise I'd come just from his mouth sucking my breast. I messed his hair up with my fingers, it felt so different to mine. He moved to my other breast sucking my other nipple hard. He was so hard on both and when he went from one to the other, they made a popping sound from his mouth. He bit on this one and then licked it with his tongue.

"Kiss around my areola" I said. I had very little bumps on the brown mini expanses of skin. He didn't just kiss, he licked. I'm glad I tore my gaze away from his covered shoulder and saw his eyes. I was watching him watch me as he licked my areola. He went round and round and then suckled my nipple into his mouth.

"Uhhh oh yeah" I moaned harshly. I kissed his covered chest, well more like lick kissed it. He kissed the side of my breast and just as I wanted him to try and attempt foolishly to take both my aroused breasts into his mouth and suck both my nipples together and rub their saliva covered nubs with each other, he made an anguished sound and did just that.

"Please. Please. Please." I panted as he did so. I had NO support his hands and mouth were busy with my very, extremely aroused boobs.

If I could titty fuck him at this very moment, they'd feel like double d's from the plump c's they normally were, like mountains for him to stick his dick in between. God, if he could just wack his dick off on my nipples.

I fell down when he stuck his head between my boobs and now kissed my well sucked breasts, getting his own breath back...when I was less shocked, I fingered my pussy.."NO." He growled. Honest to shit this was the lowest most animal growl sound I'd ever heard. "But I'm horny" I whimpered into him.

He spanked my arse and I came hard.

"If you didn't want me to come," I moaned as the orgasm made my pussy convulse and I watched his eyes as if they were fingers getting soaked in my juice, "then you shouldn't have spanked me."

Monday, 28 June 2010

Second part of Sold.

Just a little note first - I'm as random in my writing as other things and I don't write morality tales or anything that makes any sense, this is all just random off the cuff stuff so if anything happens out of the blue, then tough shit because that's life.

Why am I here? I asked myself silently as "Master" pulled into a driveway. I was intimidated by the fact this was all so new. I hadn't seen his house before. At least it wasn't a big house and he wasn't some Lord of the Manor. As sexy as that was in fantasies, it would mean he was far too important in society and had some Grace Kelly type girlfriend or was gay and looked out for loner horny women like me. I didn't hear much about his private life at work because I wasn't in the right circle. From day one, the snooties made it clear they would just glare at me if I ate my lunch in front of them so I didn't bother sitting and listening to the office gossip. I was a loner in my own workplace too ..but it helped me to get the work done.

I was going to go to bed early tonight. I'm not sure why I thought this as he leaned over and opened my door for me.

As I got out, I just wanted to cry. Prick probably wanted to humilate me. I'd get what I could out of it, so what?


I walked behind him, following him to the main door. My mum had an eye for houses, I did not. It must be beautiful inside I thought. But I was more interested in his arse. It was spankable.

He made a motion for me to go in first. I walked into the dark and he turned on the light. He locked the door and then said to come into the sitting area.

As I sat on a couch, I heard the tap run. He came out with a tall glass of water for me.

"Thanks." I WAS thirsty.

I waited for him to say something but he just sat on a chair watching me. The room was dark and there was only the light from the hallway. Perfect setting for a strip tease. I looked away before I embarassed myself.

"What would you have done tonight?"

I looked at him. My boss. Sitting there. I guess he was more than concerned.

"You're angry."

"You acted like a whore."


"I wanted to be bought." I said.

When I looked him in the eye through the dark, I felt every part of me tingle because I imagined he was very angry and his eyes was bearing a hole through me.

"You don't mind if a random guy sucks your breasts?"

I was too aroused to say anything.

I just looked back at his face.

I loved getting my nipples sucked.

"What about if he took you back to his place, or a place, and took you from behind against the wall?"

Yes please.

I was breathing heavily then. I was sweating and I was blushing. Please fuck me tonight, I thought.

"I like sex. And what I do in my private life no matter how repulsive to you is my buisness, not yours." I spoke emotionally but I managed to get the words out. I thanked my mouth for cooperating with my brain.

"Some men are into rough sex. You understand what I am saying?"

I nodded my head yes.

"I see you come into work and that quiet intensity you have would have attracted a rough man like a moth to a flame."

I didn't even think when I said, "I like it rough."

"Rough sex?" he barked.

"Yeah. All manner of rough sex. And for the record I would have love getting my breasts sucked by a random man. I love it all. And that's why I was there because I love sex. And I don't want to wait for some guy to admit he has a crush on me, I want to do something about it. Tonight."

I teared up out of frustration.

I know, I know, desperate. But toys and fingers could only keep me satisfied for so long. I dreamt that I pussy fucked another woman today and the guy watching us, came but after coming, sucked both our breasts at the same time, mine more though, and we slept together in bliss.

"So, boss." I said shakily." Why don't you fuck me against the wall and spank me so I jiggle against your hands?"

He was shocked I was sure. I heard him gasp.

"Are you sober?"

"Oh yeah."

"Yeah I would have noticed if your breath in the car, I'm sure."

"Okay then." I replied to his logic, taking my top off. I was wearing my black plunge bra with pink lace on around it. But I didn't have time to take it off, because boss man ripped it off of me.

Friday, 25 June 2010

Sexy is as sexy does.

I don't know about you but I can never take something from someone's appearance. I'm not into reading body language. Because that too, like appearance, can be faked and if someone looks all natural, it doesn't make them have the best personality. In the world. Ever.

It takes more than a slab of beefcake muscle to get me hot and wet. I remember once seeing Lleyton Hewitt on court, this was on tv, in real life I would have fainted, the guy looks like your average student but taller and by the way I have nothing against average, to me it's a fact not a dismissal! And he just got so positively fired up and played the best fucking tennis out there that day, I was so in awe of the guy. To me the way he couldn't be stopped, that was sexy.

I get hot and bothered over someone's appearance after I get to know about them. For real I know people say that..but.. I can talk about their appearance as good as the next person but I have to have some bond with them. They can't just be a "pretty face." Two exceptions; women and the cover of Sweet Caroline. Sweat across that body and those veins, all that strength is the hottest picture. In the world. Ever.

I still maintain I fancy Ethan Hawke over his personality AND his looks, and he happens to get that depth across when also playing shit bags or murderers, and makes them human. If he was say a footballer, I'd have to watch him in action before any form of a crush took place.

Bye and have a spanking good weekend!

Thursday, 24 June 2010

So yeah I'm kind of a weirdo. I check out other women in magazines

You know lads mags, mens magazines, Playboy, my dream is Hustler, over here in the UK we have Loaded, I was a big fan of Ice magazine, GREAT big boobs. I'm not into Nuts or Zoo. But I have to say, that either the airbrushing has gone too far or the plastic surgery has in this photo. No big news, I mean come on Playboy, once you look at that the women, I'm gonna call them women and not girls, that's just creepy and I'll leave that to you know the real creeps out there, well once you look at a Playboy, Loaded girls seem wholesome and girls next door.

At least the women here have some shape to their boobs. But I'm pretty sure they are implants or have been made to look firmer. I just don't get how nature can work otherwise.

I think people have REALLY high beauty standards when they talk about girls next door. Most of them look preened and perfected, in reality too, but what do I know about beauty, I'm just a woman, not a man *sasses*

So, imagine taking one of these women in the photo to bed..I mean based on that image, to me it'd be like fucking a doll and I always preferred a flesh and blood human, I know the doll market is thriving but nothing beats flesh when it blushes, when it jiggles a little, when it's soft between your fingers and in your hands.

The women here are stunning, in the sense they get your attention. The smallness of the rest of their body in comparison to their boobs is what clinches the deal. However, I think the naturally beautiful can be stunning and I think there's a an awful lot of damage being done when it's clearly suggested a more doll like appearance is prefered over a human one. It's true some women do have more exaggerated proportions but as a woman with hips, boobs, weight loss, butt, and being around other women and specifically noticing as a woman the differences between me and her, not in a competitive way because I don't have model envy and I like myself (no delusions, I just like myself simple as that), this photo comes across as fake and whilst it's kind of sexy to me, it'd be even sexier to see the real deal, unfashionable flesh across the stomach it's flat or not, there's always flesh to a degree no one goes in like "pnuematically" unless they've had lipo and it's exaggerated because of airbrushing and implants.

I think the world is crazy with its looking a certain way but this is nothing new, it's no different to what I've read about women centuries ago powdering their faces looking white and pale and cinching their waists in. Oh trust me I love corsets, it's hot sexy arousing as fuck to me because I happen to be a pervert, but I also love reality. So what's wrong with having reality in a magazine? And if the answer is, men don't want to masturbate over that or unreality sells more, then that begs the question, what the fuck is wrong with these men?

By the way, the picture is called boob o clock. God love these magazines. It brings me back to the day when I was supposed to be revising but just masturbated over being one of these women and a little also being in contact with her boobs (yeah I love boobs and boob play), I had a whole list of websites I'd check everyday. Oh yeah, I learnt nothing. My sexuality actually built from Erotica. But it's all about the source; is sex just a buisness, or a lifestyle? To me, from the magazines, the former and from the books, the latter.

Wednesday, 23 June 2010

Sold to the highest bidder.

My idea came from an episode of Ally Macbeal.

"Oh no, it couldn't be." Beneath my excuse for a top, slashed, black, I didn't even own it , I had no edgy clothes, I had to borrow it, I could feel sweat trickle between my boobs out of total fear. Fear and excitement. My boss. My boss, was the highest bidder, the man who yelled out the cost that would sell me to him for the night. Oh fuck. My boss, the man whom I masturbated about once and it gave me the greatest clitoral orgasm of my life, was dressed in a suit, tie, dark hair dischevelled, his appearance at this event made me want to take my own life.

"Here's what happens. You don't speak till I let you." Holy..He said these words straight into my ear. I nearly toppled down the steps but he caught onto me. His body was large over mine, dominant. My panties must have been showing, because my short denim skirt got tugged on just as I went on the stage. This bitch of a woman decided to push me out, my sweet innocent bob messy and my face moist from the lights.

I was doing okay. I mean, I was petrified as hell. But, I wanted to be humiliated. A part of me did. I wanted to be put on a stage where a group of grown men could shout insults at me, tell me I had no right to think anyone would want to buy me, afterall this wasn't for a good cause, I had done this because I tracked down an event where women actually wanted to be sold for the sake of it, and I wanted to be one of those women.

"What were you doing here?" I couldn't help my question at the man now guiding me into his car.

"Don't." His lips were set grimly. I would have laughed was I not incredibly aroused. Visions of him tearing my panties off, spanking my butt and fucking me on his car whilst he was fully clothed except for his dick penetrating my anus..they were making me so horny that I wanted to touch my pussy for him and make me come over there so he could take me up the backside.

Tuesday, 22 June 2010

Kinky's Book Of The Week!

I haven't had this in quite some time.

I'm a big fan of Lissa Matthews, Tina Donahue's heroes and books. I'm also in love with Amarinda Jones and Penn Halligan books and her heroes are perfect for the women she creates who are real, by that I mean not written as a cariacture but are also sexy. As well as happening to be dimensional.

I've been reading Amarinda's books for more than five years now and another thing I love about them is attention to detail whilst somehow managing to still be very readable and never boring. This book goes further in its sexuality and exploration. The dialogue is second to none in its rawness and the hold it has over you, put it this way, your clit throbs. In the right moment, a few books can make you aroused but to make you react in a certain way is a different thing, it's a quality. And on top of that, it's the ones who have something more to them that stay with me and leave me aroused no matter what.

Books like Amarinda's, Penn's, Lissa's and Tina's to name my major heroes, are why I'm thankful I discovered Erotica ebooks. They actually changed my life and made me, me.

So, I read Penn's newest, Take Me Make Me. And yeah I feel the little intro above was necessary. I LOVE Erotica and sex and these books are the biggest part of that.

Take Me Make Me is tightly written but a deep story of a woman called Millicent, first of all love that name and have always had a fondness for the bad women of Disney whether this was coincidental or not! So, Millicent gets a new job where part of her work is to sexually please clients. I think if a woman loves sex and we all know at least passion in some way is so much part of our bodies, souls and minds, then why shouldn't she be doing what she loves? You can really put a whole lot of you into a job like this, be it phone sex or face to face or who knows escorting- though I don't know much about that yet- and you don't have to lose yourself and become an object.

The book starts off with a bang. It's an absolutely perfectly written, incredibly sexy first page. We see Millicent in her new job and after that we follow her as she is introduced to her new boss and starts work with her clients. Any Erotica worth its salt will take you on a journey where we see the character evolving. The great quality about this book and the Erotica I admire, is that the men aren't just used as part of the journey, they're not the token hero, they don't just change the heroines' minds or are the convinient inconviences, happy ever after, marriage kind of thing cos heaven forbid a woman should have as many partners as she wants.. These men are actually soul mates of the heroine. My definition of the term is someone who doesn't juct click with you, they get to you really bad.

The hero in Take Me Make Me is called The Captain. Of course that conjures an image of someone barbaric, kind of looking Fabio esque in those funny dreadful guilty pleasures of those books with covers of a woman with her bosom exposed looking as though she's almost being throttled by some really big chap. But this the author of this non Fabio cover book is Amarinda Jones and The Captain is as real as you can get as well as being the reason Erotica is something you want to invest in. He's inspiring, sexy as hell and into Millicent big time.

The book is short but it's amazing how much is in it. The ending is what makes the story romantic. It's an ending to an evening but it's also a start and that to me is the icing on the cake of a great book.

I've been very careful in not giving you details, I know. The book speaks for itself.

Before I leave you with an excerpt and a description, I have one thing to say; ENCORE!

And one more thing, I LOVED this book so much.

"Take Me, Make Me by Amarinda Jones Genre Extreme Kink Length Naughty Nibble. Millicent needs money fast. There is a certain house on Davenport Street where she can earn it catering to the sexual fetishes of the clients. The mysterious 'Captain' owns the house and there is no boundary he will not cross to please his guests.

Sex is like breathing to Millicent. She loves it. She feels no guilt in what she does. The only problem is she has been warned to be out of there by midnight. But does the Captain have other plans for her?"

"Millicent Bradley would have cried out loud as the cock slammed into her ass but for the fact she was sucking on another dick. She held on tight to the muscular thighs in front of her as she sucked, swirling her tongue around the head of the cock between her lips. Millicent loved sucking dick. Size was not an issue. Any cock was a good cock to her. Having a man totally at her mercy, knowing for that one moment her mouth controlled him, was the most liberating feeling in the world. She groaned against the head of the man's dick as the grinding pain in her ass reached wicked. It was hot and brutally hard in an exquisite kind of way that made her ram her butt back against the man fucking her with no regard for anything but his own pleasure. Her knees shook. Her body trembled. It would take so little for her to fall into a heap and allow these two men to plow their dicks into her any way they wanted. After all, she was totally at the command of another.

"Don't you dare fall," ordered a harsh, monotone voice.

Millicent shook her head. Her eyes cut to the dark-haired man who spoke. He stood a few feet away, watching the action. He was in charge. She knew him only as Captain. He was the one she had sold herself to. Only he knew why she was there. Only he could give her what she needed.

"She has pretty breasts," murmured a feminine voice behind Millicent.

"Yes, she does, and you can taste them later."

The woman giggled. "And her pussy?"

"Will be yours when I say so."

Millicent gagged slightly. She had forgotten the woman was watching also. The Captain chuckled. He was aware Millicent had specifically requested no women and that she 'wasn't that way inclined.' Clearly, her wishes meant nothing. This was his game. Millicent had to go along. She belonged to him until midnight."

See what I mean!

Take Make Me is available from Noble Romance Publishing. I really recommend this to you all,



Monday, 21 June 2010

Oh I think I know how PETA and some organisations feel

When you see something that angers you, you want to bring that thing DOWN. I wouldn't throw blood at them, but I absolutely hate what they are saying and about. I think they are nazi's.

"Code d' Odalisque is a genre or style of non-violent consensual slave play engaged in by willing adult men and women. It is a modern revival of aspects of the historical institution of odalisque (female sexual servant) in a consensual form. Play is guided by a written code of rules, etiquette and protocols. The genre or style is an alternative sub-culture within the broader BDSM community; play includes aspects of bondage and discipline, dominance and submission but not sado-masochism. The use of pain and degradation is forbidden under the Code. The values of the Code are hedonistic and pleasure-oriented combining exotic elements from Turkish/Persian erotic culture with modern, Western hardcore tastes. The structure of play is based upon the relationship between a male Slavekeeper and a female slave. Play is essentially heterosexual in character."

"Although the Code is male dom/fem sub it is strongly pro-feminine.

5. The Odalisque

An odalisque is a sexual slave. She is kept by a Slavekeeper for the purposes of providing sexual service. She is often referred to as a “cockslave” because she is dedicated to serving the sexual needs of males and because the hedonism of this style of slave play is phallocentric. Odalisque slavery is a mode of phallic worship. The Code defines the cockslave's role and provides a full account of her rights and responsibilities.

Importantly, she is not to be treated as a work slave or as a domestic servant. This is one of the things that distinguishes an odalisque from an ordinary slave as often found in BDSM Master/slave play. An odalisque is not to be used for labour. She is protected from toil. Her only duties are erotic. In this respect she is often called a “luxury slave” because she is kept in a state of leisure and is not required to cook or clean for her Master. The Code refers to work slaves by the word “memlook”. An odalisque is not a memlook. She is also referred to as a “pleasure slave” because her one task is to provide pleasure to her Master, and she is protected from pain and harm and all forms of sado-masochism.

The Code draws careful boundaries between an odalisque, a whore and a slut. An odalisque is not a whore who sells her sex nor a slut who sleeps around as a free agent. Many aspects of the Code are constructed upon these distinctions. A Slavekeeper cannot treat his odalisque as a whore or a slut.

Interesting you should say pro feminine when you say, "An odalisque is a precious thing. It is a travesty to see her working in a factory or in meaningless jobs where her beauty and eroticism is wasted. A Slavekeeper protects an odalisque from the savageries of the labour market. She is neither maid nor cook. And neither is she expected to go out to work. She is kept. Kept for sex." "There is plenty of scope to make suitable arrangements between time in "occlusion" and time in "sojourn". The modern world necessitates it. But an odalisque should not be exposed to hard work or work that can detract from or damage her beauty and her primary role as sexual servant. So factory work, dirty ... See Morework is out. The important thing is to protect her skin. So no work where she might sustain burns or scars. Within that framework, you can accomplish your dreams.
A personal anecdote - in southern India last year I saw lovely young local girls working in roadworks carrying heavy baskets of cement rubble. All day. They age very quickly. The Code wants to prevent things like that, not prevent women such as yourself accomplishing your dreams."

The modern world necessitates it?!

Well, those girls in India also have dark skin, I wonder if you have a problem with that also?

Leave sexism, forget racism for the moment, this is just inhumane. An odalisque is clearly not loveable or of any use should she get a scar and will be replaced by a younger model because clearly that's what this is about, when she turns 60 and starts looking 60. So is this Code pro plastic surgery? A bit nip tuck? Get rid of that stomach? Pump up the boobs? Hmm, is this Hugh Hefner or some other nazi in society?

And talking of Hef, any guy who can sit back and say oh yah well Kelly Osbourne not enough airbrushing in the world for her to appear in my magazine when she expressed an interest, whilst surrounded by his herd of sheep, is a dubious character no doubt. Shrewd buisness man or whatever and all this it's human nature to choose the fittest, hold that shit, clearly some women should put bags over their heads and cover their bodies and never do what they want and never go as far sexually and otherwise as they want to. They should be limited, isn't it. Why not kill them? Why not just get rid of them? That way you'd only have to look at silicon, tans and extensions. You can have your own little race!

So a beautiful woman to you is worth it all. Otherwise, not, isn't it Code and other nazi's?

Women, know your place!

Well, I tell you I'm interested in submission but I'm more interested in being a human being. I'd hate to be oppressed. I'll leave that attitude to the barbies and to the 50 year old dicks that appear in women's stores gawping at females young enough to be their grand daughters, whilst with their wives. Cos' that beauty they're so taken with, it's all out there in the make up products and the self tanning lotions and clip ons, it's everywhere but my respect, my sense of self, me, the ounce of respect I hung onto at school whilst dealing with the intolerance, there's no price I'm willing to pay for that.

Sunday, 20 June 2010

The writing style FANTASTIC, the content, not.

So a woman that fucks as many men as she wants, is a prostitute, a slut, a slag. Of course she is.

I really hope the sarcasm translates. You see,this morning I wanted to read something bitchy so I read this article. And the beginning definetely amused the bitch in me, but I still couldn't bring myself to jump on the let's mock Sex and The City bandwagon.

I'm no fashionista. Who has time for clothes when you're busy being a prostitute?

So Samantha Jones is one according to the author. Oh yeah I'm sure the author's not on her own there. I've read all the insults, almost ready to be an argument, but just never quite making it there. Hmm. Wonder why. Live and let live? Nope. Let's make easy, dramatic statements.

I've commented on what I had the patience to comment on in between paragraphs. Because the rest whilst mildly amusing was written by someone not quite evolved yet.

"We've been thinking it for two long years. All of us. Gnawing our cheeks at night, clutching at sweaty sheets, our faces hollow and gray, our once-bright eyes dimmed by the pain of too many questions. Sometimes we cry out, en masse, to a faceless god and a cold, indifferent universe that holds its secrets close. What... rasps the death rattle of our collective sanity. What is the lubrication level of Samantha Jones's 52-year-old vagina? Has the change of life dulled its sparkle? Do its aged and withered depths finally chafe from the endless pounding, pounding, pounding—cruel phallic penance demanded by the emotionally barren sexual compulsive from which it hangs? If I do not receive an update on the deep, gray caverns of Jones, I shall surely die!

Please don't die. The answer is... fine. Samantha's vagina is doing fine. She rubs yams on it, okay? She takes 48 vagina vitamins a day. It accepts unlimited male penises with the greatest of ease. Now let us never speak of it again."

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englishtraveller: Men seeking Women Sex and the City 2 makes Phyllis Schlafly look like Andrea Dworkin. Or that super-masculine version of Cynthia Nixon that Cynthia Nixon dates. Or, like, Ralph Nader (wait, bad example—Schlafly totally does look like Ralph Nader in a granny wig). SATC2 takes everything that I hold dear as a woman and as a human—working hard, contributing to society, not being an entitled cunt like it's my job—and rapes it to death with a stiletto that costs more than my car. It is 146 minutes long, which means that I entered the theater in the bloom of youth and emerged with a family of field mice living in my long, white mustache. This is an entirely inappropriate length for what is essentially a home video of gay men playing with giant Barbie dolls. But I digress. Let us start with the "plot."

Carrie Bradshaw: At the end of the first SATC movie (2008)—after eleventy decades of chasing his emotionally abusive jowls through the streets of Manhattan—Carrie finally marries Mr. Big, the man of her shallow, self-obsessed dreams. It has now been two years since their nuptials. Carrie already hates it. She hates that he sits on the couch. She hates that he eats noodles out of a take-out box. She hates that he wants to spend quality time with her in their incredibly expensive and gaudy apartment. She hates that he bought her an enormous television. When Big suggests that they spend a couple of days a week in separate apartments (they own TWO apartments, because life is hard!), Carrie screeches, "Is this because I'm a bitch wife who nags you?" Congratulations. You have answered your own question."

Big's okay. I mean it takes a strong woman to hold his interest and captivate him. Carrie's a strong woman ..who dares to show her emotions which is unfashionable as hell and whiny to some.. well, that's how emotions come out sometimes.

Big's intimidating but "emotional abuse" aside, he's a kind person. And I appreciated his relationship with Carrie in the series, he changed, he evolved and you could see him in love with her but fucking up along the way. No man deserved Carrie like Big did.

Well, yeah they're hardly suffering from an economic recession, Big and Carrie, but the producers of the movie wanted something like a fairytale and extravagant.

"Miranda Redhairlawyerface: Miranda is a lawyer who has red hair. She also has a child. As a working woman, Miranda is forced to miss every single one of her child's incessant science fairs (as though children know anything of science!). Also, her lawyer boss is a cartoon dick. Miranda quits her job, and everyone is much happier. This is because women should not work. It is terrible for the children."

Well, it has always been a struggle for her to choose between her career and her personal life. When she was first going out with her husband, Steve, we saw her going through a similar dilemma.

"Charlotte Goldsteinjewyjewsomethingsomethingblatt: Life for Charlotte is unbelievably difficult. As a wealthy stay-at-home mom with two children and a live-in, full-time nanny, she sometimes has to bake cupcakes! Also, one time her little child got finger paint on a piece of vintage cloth. Therefore, Charlotte cannot stop crying. "How do the women without help do it?" Charlotte (crying) asks Miranda. "I have no fucking idea," Miranda replies. Then they toast their disgusting glasses of pink syrup. To "them." To the "women without help." "If I wasn't rich, I'd definitely just kill myself right away with a knife!" says everyone in this movie without having to actually say it. Clink!"

Actually what I got from the conversation was, that Charlotte was exhausted and lets it all out as it tends to happen with one of her close friends over a drink. It was great to see her let herself loose and have a break. Earlier in the movie, we saw her crying from exhaustion and I never felt that her money was an issue in either way, so I don't get what those comments are about.

"Samantha Jones: I told you we are never to speak of this."


"In order to escape their various imaginary problems, our intrepid foursome traipses off to dark, exotic Abu Dhabi ("I've always been fascinated by the Middle East—desert moons, Scheherazade, magic carpets!"). When they arrive, Carrie, because she is a professional writer, announces, "Oh, Toto—I don't think we're in Kansas anymore!" Each woman is immediately assigned an extra from Disney's Aladdin to spoon-feed her warm cinnamon milk in their $22,000-per-night hotel suite. Things seem to be going great. But very quickly, the SATC brain trust notices that it's not all swarthy man-slaves and flying carpets in Abu Dhabi! In fact, Abu Dhabi is crawling with Muslim women—and not one of them is dressed like a super-liberated diamond-encrusted fucking clown!!! Oppression! OPPRESSION!!!

This will not stand. Samantha, being the prostitute -crossed out and replaced with -sexual revolutionary (eye roll) that she is, rages against the machine by publicly grabbing the engorged penis of a man she dubs "Lawrence of My-Labia." When the locals complain (having repeatedly asked Samantha to cover her nipples and mons pubis in the way of local custom), Samantha removes most of her clothes in the middle of the spice bazaar, throws condoms in the faces of the angry and bewildered crowd, and screams, "I AM A WOMAN! I HAVE SEX!" Thus, traditional Middle Eastern sexual mores are upended and sexism is stoned to death in the town square.

At sexism's funeral (which takes place in a mysterious, incense-shrouded chamber of international sisterhood), the women of Abu Dhabi remove their black robes and veils to reveal—this is not a joke—the same hideous, disposable, criminally expensive shreds of cloth and feathers that hang from Carrie et al.'s emaciated goblin shoulders. Muslim women: Under those craaaaaaay-zy robes, they're just as vapid and obsessed with physical beauty and meaningless material concerns as us! Feminism! Fuck yeah!"

I didn't like the scene but hideous cloth or no, it was just showing the women Carrie and co judged have more to them than meets the eye. Judging is not an uncommon atttitude, it's crap and nonsense but it happens and when're inquisitive you''ll wonder and amongst close friends, you tend to talk about anything.

"If this is what modern womanhood means, then just fucking veil me and sew up all my holes. Good night."

So, you'd rather be oppressed? Are you five years old?

Thursday, 17 June 2010

I won't hang up.

So those of you who've been reading my blog will know about phone sex. I've written down a few things that will help me as well as the customer.

I had a real good scrummage in the brain area about this so I decided to print it on here. I don't want to give away too much but you all know about the phone sex thing anyway. I've posted snippets as you can see, they're all part of introductions which will lead to different conversations.

Thanks for dialling, I’d love to talk to you. I have big brown eyes, dark hair that frames my face and a pair of juicy lips that love to smile. I’m slim built with big breasts and a curvy arse. I want to know what you’re up to right now, talk to me.

Hi, my pert, curvacious arse is tight and there’s nothing I love more than having you give me anal. Give it to me. Right Now. Please call me. I have dark features and a small waist for you to grab hold off.

Hello. I’ve been told I have nice juicy lips but what I love is to wrap them around your dick and love it. Talk to me, honey. I have big boobs and a pert bottom. I want to please you.

Sometimes, me and my friend put on a nice good show for a male. Want to be that man? I could tell you all the things we’d do for you and to each other, just for you. Talk to me, baby. I have brown eyes and black hair and my friend is the same age as me. She has green eyes and blonde hair. I’m waiting to tell you all about us for your benefit.

BAD BOY. Talk to mummy straight away, tell me what’s in that filthy mind of yours, Mistress DEMANDS to know and I'll tell you how you’re going to get spanked HARD and teased with my big boobs.

Hi honey, I’m just smoking a cigarette, and I’m sitting here, relaxed and all ready for you to join me. I have big brown eyes and cupid bow lips. I’d love to talk to you. Oh do you want my name? (sound uber breathy)

Umm, I love nature and watersports. You know what I mean don’t you. Let it go. And if you want, I will too. Anything for you. I’m here. I have a flexible body with juicy boobs. Look forward to your call.

Hi. I’m short and slim and I want you to come between my feet. Or maybe you’d like to suck on my toes first, mm I love to have them sucked. Call me babe.

Hello. I’m quite shy but I just need the right person to protect and care for that. I’m all alone, horny (whisper) and waiting for your call. I’m short and have big brown eyes. Well, I also have big breasts. I’d love for you to call me.

Mm, so have you worn lipgloss before? I love it when you get in touch with your feminine side. Do you like the feel of my small, lace knickers against your arse? I would love to hear from you, sweet heart. I’ve big brown eyes and nice breasts. Waiting for your call, sweet.

What I wouldn’t do to piss all over you right now, you bad boy. I’ll show you who’s boss. Know your place, boy. You better call me. Oh so you want to know my name?! I have big brown eyes and wet lips. You BETTER remember that when you call. I’m waiting, ready to piss all over your body.

I know you like a hairy pussy. You want to lick my hair pussy don’t you? ......Mm, I’m so ready for your call, darling.

I’m all woman. Can you handle all I’ve got? My big boobs and voluptuous arse are ready for you. Sit down and I’ll tell you how I’ll jiggle my body in your face, I’ll make it all worthwhile for you. Hmm, call me. Ooh I could use a one good spank right now.

Hello, boy. I have my sweet little body all wrapped in latex for you, big boobs pressing against the material. Want to feel my latex arse against your face? Call me.

Hey. Thank you for dialling. Sometimes I get really bored when my son is at school. I just don’t know what to do with my aroused body. I’d love to talk to you, sweetie. I am a young mummy and I have nice big breasts. Talk to me.

So do you want to talk to someone with a warm body? Are you feeling lonely? Want me to kiss it all better? Call me, I have big brown eyes, dark hair and juicy lips and I'm here for you.

Hello, baby. I’m a busty young woman it’s safe to say. My boobs are round and I have sensitive nipples and brown, pink areola. It contrasts nicely with the skin of my smooth boobs. I love having attention on them. Tell me what you’d to each one. I would love to please you with them. Mm, suck on them. Call me, baby.

I love sex everywhere. And I want to tell you al about it. And tell you how I’d like to please you. Get ready to listen how I’m free in cars too. My body is always ready and accessible. I'm a busty, responsive woman.

Hi. So I just celebrated my birthday with my mates. The thing is I couldn’t stop thinking about an older man. I have big brown eyes and a fun personality. I want to know what you’re thinking about me, call me please.

Hello darling. Don’t be fooled by my voice, I’m a mature woman with years of experience but I want to please YOU. I would love to hear from you, love.

Monday, 14 June 2010


Well, I'm hearing shit everywhere. I see it all around me. And I just have to say,that I agree with the following wholeheartedly. When there's no inspiration, you get it from the screen.

"Be Good To You

Be Yourself ~ Truthfully
Accept Yourself ~ Gracefully
Value Yourself ~ Joyfully
Forgive Yourself ~ Completely
Treat Yourself ~ Generously
Balance Yourself ~ Harmoniously
Bless Yourself ~ Abundantly
Trust Yourself ~ Confidently
Love Yourself ~ Wholeheartedly
Empower Yourself ~ Prayerfully
Give Of Yourself ~ Enthusiastically
Express Yourself ~ Radiantly"

Yeah, exactly be you, 100 percent, give it all. Only for you. Fuck everyone else. Those who are worth it will think you are. And you can mock that and say it's delusional optimism, I'll say BYE BYE.

Thursday, 10 June 2010


Expert In: Flirty talk, dirty words, listening and encouraging you and gently challenging you, if you want gentle, I want to do what you want.

Fantasy: I have many. I can be prim and proper and underneath so different. Or I can turn it on and be obvious and animal. I'd love to tell you about being with another woman to please you.

Loves: Do you want to be the first guy who takes care of my arse? Tell me how you're going to spank me, why, and when, and how hard it gets you.

Status: Phillipa is is single at the moment. I want to explore sex as much as I can and turn you on so much, sex is even more prominent on your mind and you feel it everywhere.

Description: I'm 28, short, petite, slim build but busty and have a rounded arse. I have a blog and have uploaded some sexy photos You are more than welcome to take a look and comment.

Wednesday, 9 June 2010

I'm a little disturbed.

So I just read Ruin Me. It's available from Ellora's Cave. I know that Erotica always gets to me emotionally as well as physically, sexually but this one, the ending, disturbed me. Because you see, I'm used to neat, tidy, little endings. But life is so fucking different. I feel cheated a little when I read Erotica sometimes, by the cliches, the same men I'm reading about over again, I mean strength doesn't just come from a hairless muscley chest. I want to bang on someone's door and say that actually they should write about some fucking normality and how life really is and stop fucking around with images of Fabio in their head.

So in this book, she's torn between two men. Right, I've read this stuff before. But what throws me is the fact she chooses one over the other. It's not some threesome novel. Not that I have anything against those, but it's like a person's going to get hurt in this.

The sex scenes were GORGEOUS. Because it's so kinky when her boyfriend sends to her the man she can't get out of her system. And I wanted to liken it to my own story Those Two where I WANT my heroine to have both men, she WANTS both. But, this book is different.

And this book is about two cautious hearts and a very, inner, deep, sexy, primal the most primal longing over romantic love. It's not that kills me, it's not the fact that the heroine and hero wouldn't kill someone for each other, I mean really that wasn't just some line, it's the ending like I half explained earlier.

And if I really dig deep, it's the fact it's so far from conventional I mean even taboo is conventional nowadays, things explained, love there's always love or there's just plan lust, but this book, these characters are animal. It's not love or lust. Animal. Primal. Raw. It gets to me, it disturbs me.

The dialogue is beautiful, absolutely right down to earth, flows brillantly, inspirational.

Sunday, 6 June 2010


Alright I'm a bit tired, so all I can say is if you're into sex, then this is a good website.

Toodley *sticks out tongue* *I'm an immature idiot* *who **'s too much*

No, that's not what I meant ..there's never too much of that.

Saturday, 5 June 2010

Librarians want it harder.

I really, really, really want to read a good spanking novel. Any recommendations please. Something new because the ones I have I've read over so many times, I need a new jolt, something that sends that thrill everywhere.

Today, I found this pearl necklace. Yes, I LOVE innuendos about that, it's why I keep mine in pristine condition, I love what it represents. Pure, prim..but my God, do you have to be perverted to find it hot.

My fantasy at the moment is to wear prim little flats, no panties, my pearl necklace, I like wearing bras which push my tits out, they're hardly any support, more fun, and get taken over a man's knee and spanked and my cunt fucked. I'm literally wanting to sign up for this. And today, me, my need, didn't care about fuckers. In fact, they can cum all. over. me. I'm only after what makes me happy now.

This takes over my ever present "girl on girl" fantasy. The one where a guy watches.

Suggestions for everything please.

pearl necklace "the glorious culmination of tit-fucking, in which you blow your nuts out all over a girl's tits, shoulders, neck, and, with any luck, chin."

Thursday, 3 June 2010


I don't know why I bother reading bullshit stories, I just read one now about Twlight stars having their faces on sex toys. Big whoop. It's funny, it's hardly shocking and the world needs to get over the whole omg sex toy sex toy! SEX! OMG! stuff. After all like I've said countless times if you can have butts and tits flaunted in your face, which I happen to like by the way, but more cocks please, you need to know sex is happening somewhere in the world the minute you open your mouth and it's not just to create children. There should be nothing shameful in having a good fuck. Making love; lovely, soulful, beautiful, life affirming but to get in touch with your inner animal AND all the stuff that makes us human, the unfashionable stuff, is part of life and without that you're a pitiful, pathetic dead person. I can't stand it when people say yeah but I don't need to see them having sex. Get over yourself.

So clearly I feel very strongly about this. Wow. sarc.

I can't give too much away but I am truly getting in touch with my internet and phone slut. And it's great. The one weekend where I started it properly, after encountering some extreme vulnerability, it's not like it stopped my slut. I literally go to sleep thinking and craving it about sex even if I've masturbated and I wake up thinking and craving it, it's always there and I'm no longer idealistic about it. Not that I ever was in the way some women are. Just a fact. Yesterday I watched Training Day, a movie that gets me hot in my panties, I'm still so into being spanked by Hoyt but I no longer think of white knights. Not that I ever was in fairy tales, far from it. Sorry but I always thought Prince Charming was smarmy. We all have a white knight quality in us and I don't need to have the term hero defined to me by someone else especially so-fucking-ciety.

On a different note, wow Glee. It's a tv show, but in something you like sometimes there's a part that appeals to you because of a deep reason. Glee for me is watching the non fashionable people rise. That doesn't mean popularity, it means respect for themselves. Watching them grow as people; GREAT and that to me is so important. So fucking ciety isn't interested in that. So looks like Jesse, a character I thought had that switch in him, he could go either way in his personality, switched. Now his reasons could be any, I'm open to that. But what I hate is the importance of looks to people. So what, bastards can't look good? It's that kind of shit that leads to fascination with people like Amanda Knox. My God, the bullshit about her looks. Man, I don't get swayed. She does have nice features but she could also be a murderer, why do the two have to link? And yes I am aware I'm being blase, it's unintentional and no disrespect at all intended to the late Meredith Kercher and all victims of visciousness.

The only mind games, the only playing I'm interested in isn't sofuckingciety, is sex. Role play, sex toys. MMMMM. I don't care about a picture of anyone on mine, though that would be a novelty factor, I just want a nice juicy cock resemblance.

Which brings me onto this woman I miss, no she didn't have a cock..her first name was Venus. And she has REALLY inspired me, she gave very open and sexy and thoughtgful posts, but she's no longer around on a social site and I miss her.

Tuesday, 1 June 2010

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