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Wednesday, 30 May 2012

Rocking upto Wales with a swagger

Hey lovely people so how's your week been? So once again things have gone a bit tits up. As some of you know from my last post I was moving back to Wales...unfortunately it was not by choice, predominantly due to finances and my anxiety disorder rearing it's ugly head again, but I'm not going to lie the thought of never having to see Golden delicious again was actually a plus. I'm not going to give him a verbal bashing here as I've already said everything I needed too, I'm done with his selfish ass, ooh and if you are reading this you're a fake so shave your mo you're about as punk as My little pony. So Friday was my last night in Exeter(or so I thought at the time) and I spent the evening with Miss Banana eating dinner in the garden and chatting. After she left and we'd said our goodbyes, I went back outside to watch the sunset and the neighborhood bat taking its twilight flight, I do love balmy summer evenings...simple.pleasures and all that. Afterwards I did boring crap like all of my packing, come 1:30am I was lounging around on my bed in bra and pants, feeling lonely and despondent and trying not to cry over that knob head(golden delicious) when I decided that I didn't want to spend my last night moping around, so on the off chance I messaged an acquaintance of mine, who is no stranger to coming round to mine at silly o'clock in the morning. Admittedly it had happened only once before lol and it was well over a year ago and we just kissed but no harm in trying right. I'm going to call him Fucking Memorable simply because we fucked and my last night in Exeter was very memorable in a good way. OK ladies and gents, he is smoking hot, aesthetically he's the kind of guy your mother probably would've warned you about, you know heavily tattooed, nose piercing. However personality wise he is a gent and has nice manners which as you know I am a stickler for, although where mine went when I said "so are you going to kiss me or what" is beyond me but I'll get to that in a second. So yes he's tall, tattooed(heavily so) has gorgeous blue eyes, full lips and the kind of hands that...sorry folks I zoned out for a second there thinking about him in nothing but an oil streaked beater, and touching me all over with those sexy oil stained man hands of his. Phhhhew cold shower for cupcake please. Our hook up didn't start out brilliantly, as I'd locked myself out of my suitcase (which he found funny and it was you should've seen me straddling the thing trying to prize it open lol) and all of my sexy knickers were packed inside it. Then when he arrived I had to streak downstairs to let him in in nothing but my bra and granny huh, before leaving him standing in my pitch black hallway whilst I ran up the stairs to chuck on the only thing that wasn't being held hostage by my sodding suitcase and attempting to make myself look less "wanton hussy" and erm a bit more lady like haha, you know given that I wasn't certain that we were going to get naked(i knew I was up for it but call me naive I wasn't sure was) So coffee in our hands we went and sat in the garden and yes I know it sounds awfully romantic but that's sooo not why I suggested it, it's simply because it was still warm out and I love star gazing hence the two constellations I have tattooed on my arm. We slipped into easy conversation, I remember telling him why I was leaving, I also remember saying that maybe I needed a new city, you know a change, I meant it at the time but I think I really meant more so than anything was that I needed to change and get my act together, because I actually really love Exeter and felt like I belonged there. Anyway when it got cold we went up to my room and after jokingly chastising him for pikeying my only pillow(than you Miss Banana for introducing that awful word to my vocabulary) I laid down next to him and tested the water by rubbing my leg up against his, then he propped up and looked down at me, all I could think was kiss me...then my manners went out of the window and j said "are you going to kiss me or what" and then he He is an excellent kisser, passionate yet gentle and just the right amount of tongue none of that sloppy wet malarkey. I remember I was quite bossy/Dom as in get naked, more naked and squeezing his nips and biting them. Needless to say I wasn't so Dom when it came to getting it on he knew exactly what to do. It was hot as hell, I liked sucking his cock and having his fingers all tangled up in my hair, I liked the noises he made sexy and the way his skin tasted when I kissed his chest and licked his nips, and I definitely liked it when he made me come and then did so shortly afterwards himself...such a gent ladies first and all that. Which ever position we did it in it felt fanfuckingtastic(my legs on his winner g-spot all the way to orgasmville) afterwards I smoked a post sex cigarette, cliché I know. Exhausted I flopped back down onto the bed and he followed suit, resting his head on my arm and kissing me, I dropped my free arm over his and lazily stroked his, reveling in post orgasm rush. It's been a real long time since I've done that, hugging after sex I mean but I thought fuck it I'd never see him again as I was wales bound the next day and he felt good. I did suggest a shower because my hair was a sweaty mess and I highly suspected that I smelled like a rugby players jock strap, in response to my suggestion he kissed me and asked if I could manage round two, honestly I really didn't think I could...the mattress wasn't the only thing ruined lol, but I was horny, flipping Nora he's got stamina. I sat on his cock(condoms were used of course, you know my rule folks) and rode him, then he picked me and fucked me.standing up my legs wrapped around his waist riding him and then back down on the bed, fucking me doggy and pulling my hair and slapping my ass, god that was hot I was dripping. Orgasms are great aren't they. We went to bed after that, although I kept having to get up for lol due to all the water I drunk soz I'm a pain in the ass to share a bed with lol. I don't know what time it was, but I remember being half asleep and curling into him the next morning and him kissing me, it is a nice way to be woken up, then he left and I promptly passed out for a few more hours. I was walking like John Wayne for two days after lol and I most definitely rocked up into Wales with a swagger. I was supposed to be heading back there then but got picked up on Sunday instead and spent Saturday evening with Miss Banana spilling about the night before and eating chocolate cake. Now I'm in wales and well I'm miserable as all of my.close friends have moved on and now not only am miserable, I'm also bored, lonely and jobless and if it wasn't for my two besties a text or Skype away I'd have cracked you both so much! And on that note lovely ladies and gents I shall leave it there...on a relatively high note...don't think I'll be posting again for awhile. /> Stay kinky Kinky Cupcake XOXO

Sunday, 20 May 2012

"You're getting it in my mouth"

Hey lovely people so how's your week been? Mines not been great, but I'll spare you the details, well most of them. Instead I'm going to cut to the chase and get stuck right into this weeks piece. You know when you want something so bad but you accept that you're not going to get it, then out of the blue it looks like it's going to happen. I don't know about you but with me I always get a niggling doubt in my head, you know, like what if its not as good as I'd thought it'd be, what if it's like taking a big mouthful of lemonade to quench your thirst only to then see a bug floating in it. I'm pleased to say this was not the case, because sometimes, getting who or what we want is more delicious than we anticipated and doesn't just exceed our expectations but completely obliterates them. I'm talking about finally hooking up with the kinkiest man I know, the guy that makes my blood rush, the same guy that has been mentioned in my last two posts and one before(I'm not saying which) Now I know I promised him no nick names, that would give him away...he likes to be hidden as I said in my prior post. But I thought I'd make one up specifically for this post-Golden delicious(because he's into giving golden showers and duh he's delicious) One night this week I was on a bit of a hormone induced downer and spent a bit of time examining my life closely and you know where I was at. Then I turned to my sex life and delved into a few old blog posts including the last one that Golden delicious appeared in, I then did the one thing that I should never do when my body has turned into the hormone circus...i messaged him about it. I asked in reference to my last post, whether that was how he really saw me, you know easy, he said no and then the conversation quickly progressed to him inviting me over(after I'd told him I'd had a play earlier and thought about him kissing my birth mark and then bending me over and taking his belt to my ass) So after scribbling down his address, booking a taxi whilst I quickly got dressed, all I could think about is"holy fuck this is actually going to happen" After months of dirty texts,flirting and dirty pics and talking about all the things we wanted to do to each other it was going to happen for real and as I sat in the taxi heading to his place, I was nervous as hell. As I said earlier he makes my blood rush and I was shaking a bit too in a good way though. So after I arrived, it was only after I followed him through to the lounge that I felt awkward and shy. So after a cigarette and rubbing his rock hard cock with my foot all the while hoping he couldn't feel my legs shaking, I thought 'fuck it' and swung my leg over so I was sitting astride him. Ummm finally with in touching distance, close enough to I did and it was well worth the wait, I felt my pussy twitch and my nips turn to bullets, he is an excellent kisser. Soon I was stripping down to nothing but my La Senza and he was busy relieving me of my bra, and kissing and licking my nipples. But the second he took each one between his thumb and forefingers and I asked him to squeeze harder adding please of course, I knew that the next few hours were going to be just like we'd spoken about, he squeezed and slapped and twisted my nips and pinned my hands behind my back at one point which was so hot and when I lent in to kiss him and held me back just a fraction away from his lips teasing me then saying "my house my rules" when I told him to kiss me already that line was said a hell of a lot throughout the evening. Including when he told me he was going to film me pffft...then he flipped me over, half over his lap and the couch.... The first slap is always the most divine one out of the lot. As P.Jones says in his book adventures of a London spank daddy, its not just about the pain, its about the humiliation . The shame of being a grown woman having her pants pulled down and being bent over someones knee to be punished like a bad girl, and the second Golden delicious laid the first slap down on my ass cheek, I knew I was going to be on the receiving end of someone who actually knew what they were was hot as fuck! My ass cheeks were glowing and by the end of it I was rubbing my ass cheeks furiously and swearing like a sailor. I remember him at some point making a quip about the hand print Handsome Statham had left on my ass....hand prints are not cool as it means a cold spank...i like bruised ass cheeks(they are still, yellow, purple black and blue). Shortly after receiving my first spanking he got naked...hooorah! Ummmm fantastic set of legs, and his cock fucking hell its a damn sight wider than the pics would've suggest. I've been fantasizing about sucking his cock for almost a year, whether its with my hands behind my back and on my knees or the way I sucked it that night, knelt between his legs, one hand wrapped around his shaft and looking up at him as I licked the end with my tongue with his hands firmly tangled in my hair. I also liked that he was vocal e.g made the kind of noises that say fuck that feels good. The only thing that did irritate me was that he kept whipping his phone out to film stuff, so to prove a point I refused point blank to tell him how much I loved sucking his cock until he put it away, then promptly told him before taking his cock deep in my mouth to underline my point. Looking back at the night and deciding which bits to write about it was a pretty fun night and in between bouts of debauchery I remember laughing a lot. My favourite part of the night was when we went to the bathroom and no you cheeky sod my watch isn't showerproof. We were stood in his bath, I remember stroking his chest and licking his nips and him pissing on my feet. Phone of course in his hand, he kept telling me to get on my knees and I was steadfastly refusing until he'd put the camera away so anyway he eventually does and I drop to my knees and told him not to piss in my mouth. So he starts pissing all over me its hot as fuck, then he gets it in my.mouth. We're laughing, ism trying to find a piss free patch of skin to wipe my mouth on, he's laughing harder so its spurting out everywhere, then he tries blaming it on me because apparently I was moving everywhere....duh because I knew you'd try and get it in my mouth you fucker. It was horny as fuck but hell. I'm just going to give a brief overview of the rest as a lot of hot stuff happened that night. Like for example having a cigarette whilst he stroked my clit. And when I was kind of.sitting in between his legs and he was kissing and blowing lightly on my birthmark(under my hair line if anyone is interested) and stroking my.clit until I came. And when I was wanking him off and licking his nips, him repeatedly calling me a good girl...that got my pussy twitching too. He is a pretty hardcore Dom, no messing around. Because when he said he could fit the whole in one of his hands to demonstrate he made me bend over his coffee table and gave me a spanking and when I so much as lifted a finger off the table to rub my scorching ass he told me I'd better not...then he slapped my pussy I swear to god by the end of it all everything hurt including the.sole of my left foot. We did attempt to fuck but he had an issue with the condom and well I sure as hell wasn't going to fuck him bareback, he did make me come though with his intense that I had to get him to take them out straight after. Also seeing his face when he came.... sexy as hell. The next morning when I woke up(in my own bed of course) i.did ask myself if it'd actually finally happened, then rolled over on to my back and felt my arse and arse was still sore 3 days afterwards it is still bruised and my nips were so painful that I didn't wear a bra for.over 24 hours afterwards. I guess this will probably be my last post in Exeter as I'm off back to wales again in a couple of weeks. Maybe I'll hook up with some hottie between now and then but I'm not really bothered, because if Golden delicious is the last guy I hooked up with for awhile I'm glad it was him, because now I know what it feels like to kiss the guy that makes my blood rush. Stay kinky Kinky Cupcake XOXO

Sunday, 13 May 2012

Kinky is as kinky does...

Hey lovely people so hows your week been? Well I'm certainly glad last week is over and done with. As some of you maybe aware things were a bit heated around here. And I am now pleased to say that the noise war of 2012 is finally over and that calm and tranquility has once again returned. Also I found out who.was responsible for writing that literary masterpiece of insults and it actually wasn't the guy who I'd been arguing with, it was actually two of the other housemates not involved in the argument, two people that thought stirring up a shit storm would be conducive to achieving a peaceful house. I promised Miss banana that I wouldn't have a crack that culprits for the sake of peace. However being that they both apparently think its acceptable to bitch about.someone online behind their backs and via my blog no less I figured I'd write about it instead. Also considering they think so little of my blog and me they sure do spend a lot of time reading it. So here's what I think about their appalling behaviour.....nothing. Your shocking abuse of the English language however is something I do care about because if you insist on insulting me at least use the correct words suited to the context e.g slag and whore. Dictionary definition of Slag- The vitreous mass left as a residue by smelting of metallic ore also called cinder....last I checked I'm a human. 2. A mass of of rough fragments of pyroclastic rock and cinders derived from a volcanic eruption. Whore- A prostitute(i haven't once taken money for sex you swine!) 2. Someone considered sexually promiscuous....hardly an insult boys when I don't make any bones about being so. Dictionary definition of not giving a fuck(as in not giving a fuck about what you think) meaning to not care about something or a certain situation. Admittedly when I first read the comment left by those two I went ballistic, not because they had called me a slag or a whore but due to them saying I needed my head tested for liking kinky sex. I can't believe I let one comment make me feel even remotely bad for liking what I like that soon after reading it I texted the kinkiest man I know(the guy that appeared in my last post) but not for a dirty sext fest but because as much as I hate to admit it I was upset. It wasn't a case of needing a knight in shining armour to make me feel better because(a) I'm a big girl and can handle my shit and (b) he is just not that guy. I just needed some friendly advice on how to get them to stop harassing me at home and online. For a split second I even considered doing CBT to get rid of my kinks, however it didn't work for Marquis de Sade and it sure as shit wouldn't work for me...simply because I like my fucking kinks thank you very much you closed minded bigots I'd rather have some hot guy piss all over me, take a cane to my ass and put clamps on my nips than have boring missionary position judge all you want. There is a bit more I'd like to say about the guy that appeared in my last post. After a quick catch up. He told me that I should stop comparing other men to him. I simply retorted that I didn't compare other men to him and that I merely have an acquired taste and know what I like. Him being super cocky and all thought I'd said good taste...haha more like bad taste. I then pointed out how arrogance was such a turn off. Then the next thing he said, which made me do the whole pfffft bloody cheek was this and I quote " if I turned round and said lets go do all those things I said I'd do to you like you would say no" clearly implying that he could have me anytime he wanted me. :-P rereading that back it sounds like we were having a total bitch fest. On the contrary it was quite the opposite and said with good humor. However I will say this if you are reading this I suggest you go back and read what I wrote carefully. The general gist of it is, yes I do find you attractive however it is your kinks that I find most appealing e.g what I meant by "i could spend hours trawling through fetlife and not find anyone quite like him" was that I don't think I'd find anyone I was attracted to that shares the same specific set of kinks like my own. And what I meant by "He would only so much to have to crook his finger" was that I simply don't submit to anyone in the bedroom, e.g there are a lot of factors involved for me, predominantly personality, build, trust and of course given that we have spoken extensively about the subject they have to be a 100% dominant in the bedroom, I'm really sorry but I do find it hard to submit to a switch. I do have one last thing to say I on the subject. I am not a toy that you can pick up and put down, nor am I a dog that will come running the second you click your fingers, the fact dear friend that you think you can have me so easily is the opposite of Viagra, in other words it makes my girl boner disappear. In order to so much as get a foot over the threshold of my boudoir you would have to work a lot harder by seeing me less as a commodity and more as a lady. I am officially off the menu to you, that is not a challenge it is merely a fact that you will never see me naked again. So to the man goss. A friend of a friend added me on Facebook, I'll call him Taurus simply because he is a Taurus and because of his lovely tattoo. After a quick nose at a couple of his pics I thought he was hot....dark hair, dark eyes smoking hot bod....riiiipped and a fantastic arse. After he messaged me and said he'd read my blog suffice to say he is a fellow kinkster. One night last week(the same night the comment was posted to my blog) he swung by work to see our mutual friend, he's even better looking in person. After I'd finished work at stupid o'clock in the morning I gave him directions to come and meet me. He did make me laugh when he walked into my room and said he was expecting bondage gear to be adorning the walls. The conversation flowed fluidly and quickly turned to kink, we discussed our love of the psychology behind it and briefly touched upon Freud's theories, and how its fascinating how our minds work and why we like what we like and both of us said that we could pin-point the experiences that lead us both to the kinks we had. Whilst he shared his story I wasn't forth coming with mine as I can recall only ever having told two people. As you all know I don't as rule practice kink with someone I don't know so I set the boundaries pretty quickly. Taurus is a switch and as I said earlier I find it hard submitting to a switch simply due to the fact most males switches tend to be predominantly sub and given that I too am sub in the long run someones needs are eventually going to feel like they are not being met. And I'm not sure I can imagine him domming me. However we did have a lot of fun, his nips are so sensitive, and he likes having them licked and squeezed so hard my knuckles turned white, he also liked my talons to the point where I made him bleed twice the second time being when he made me come with his fingers. Whilst we didn't fuck we had a great time and both came, I'm saving that until next time. I still don't know if I can imagine him domming me though, but then again I don't know him therefore can't make that decision yet. And on that note I'll leave it there Stay kinky Kinky Cupcake XOXO

Monday, 7 May 2012

I'm baaaaack!

Hey lovely ladies and gents, so how have you been? I'm doing pretty well compared to how I was in my last post. I arrived back in Exeter on Tuesday night. It was a bit of a mad rush and happened kind of fast. As in decided on Tuesday afternoon, called my previous landlord and boss, sent out two important "I'm coming back" texts, packed a suitcase and was off to Bristol train station a few hours later. It's crazy the things I packed as essentials to last me until my.stuff arrives, like four pairs of shoes plus the ones I was wearing and i?m sorry I don't care what anyone say's sex toys do count as essentials but in all fairness I did only pack five of them and my.nurses uniform(I'm just relieved my suitcase didn't open on the train, that might have been a bit embarrassing lol) So why am I back to soon, well as some of you may know I got worse in Wales, it got so bad where I wouldn't leave the house for days and plus I had a panic attack in A+E. Plus I have missed everyone in here, not just my friends either, I missed my job, work colleagues and faces i've gotten to know just from living here. Don't get me wrong I did ask myself if moving might be a bit too much too soon and would I be able to handle it after how bad it was. So i've made a pact with myself that if at any point I have a panic attack then I'm going for.the medication option, until I complete my therapy. So far i've fared pretty well it does have me slightly worried that perhaps I'll start having them again though. So from my previous blog it's safe to I wasn't getting any action whilst I was in Wales, you know other than getting frisky with the contents of my toy draw right? Well actually I did get.lucky and spent a substantial amount of time shagging my arse off, giving head and getting up to all sorts of deliciously perverted kinky things...all thanks to modern technology. Sure I do have mixed feelings about technology changing the way we meet people, as I personally prefer the more organic method e.g stepping away from the computer screen and going and meeting people that way, like coffee shops, being out and about, the supermarket,and even Victoria train station(hot spanish coffee barista, Ola guapo). However I have dabbled, in the online dating sites. And met a couple of people that I met online, but it was solely for sex, in fact I met the Wanderer and Colchester that way and I'm sure they will both agree that meeting was solely about the sex. The only reason I use dating sites such as Pof and fetlife. Not once has it been about finding a date. There is a serious perk cybering though well in my opinion there is, as my regular readers will know I have a taste for kinky sex, and whilst I dabbled in some kink experiences with Handsome Statham and of course a bit of spanking with some of the others, but I had know Handsome Statham for awhile both in and out of the bedroom before indulging he was the nipple torture and CBT and of course the infamous hand print. But for the most part I dont do kinky sex, the reason being is that involves a lot of trust, so hooking up with some random and letting him tie me up well that's just insanity and because I now no longer date I'm never with someone for long enough to feel safe enough t practice it with. So thanks to the sites I mentioned before I at least get to indulge a A bit even if it is just via my phone. So who is the gent who I spent a few hours sexting the arse off? Well all you need to know is that he's appeared in my blog before, but he's not a fan of having his kinks aired here so I'm not saying the nick name I wrote about him under as I promised I wouldn't. All you lovely lot need to know is that he's so hot he still makes my blood rush and the thought of him with his belt in his hand ready to take it to my ass and pussy, makes me quiver and my stomach knot and my.pussy wet. I'll admit I was a bit shocked to hear from him, when I moved I figured out of site out of mind. So his message was a nice surprise and a welcomed distraction. The thing about sexting with this guy is that it's never vanilla, there's only so.many ways one can describe giving a blow job and sex positions before it gets bland and I'm craving a kink fix, which with him I always got. Plus there are numerous ways to describe a kinky blow job like "i think about you fucking my mouth" or"ism on my knees with my hands tied behind my back, your fingers tangled up in my hair, sliding your cock in and out of my mouth before coming all over my face" that's a wank time regular. Most of sexting revolves around our mutual kinks.I had another kink that I hadn't mentioned, but that I had no intention of divulging what it was, despite him attempting to get it out of me by by doing the whole ill tell you mine if you tell me yours...turns out he was fresh out of unrevealed kinks...glad I didn't spill it haha. When it comes to being dominated though I am very choosey in the respect that with some guys I automatically think yes I can imagine them domming me. Like with this guy, I reckon he'd only so much as to crook his finger. I must admit I am pretty rubbish at saying no to him and its not just because he's hot, it is simply due to the fact that I spend too much time thinking with my clit. So anyway whilst we were messaging filth he asked me what id let him whip my pussy with, I said anything he saw fit too, his following reply really got my juices flowing, his belt, cane and my hair brush. Ummmmm yes please to all of the above lol. I must admit I could do with a serious bout of sexting right now, actually sod that the real deal would be preferable. I'm talking hot, rampant, up against the wall, bend me over my desk, take your belt to my ass and pussy, pull my hair, fuck me so hard, break furniture type sex. I'm trying to work out why he gets me wetter than anyone else and why he's such a constant regular when I'm having a play. Of course he is incredibly hot, but I think it's the fact that he's so kinky. I think I could spend hours trawling through fetlife and not find anyone quite like him in the respect of the mutual kinks we share. I'm very much so into degradation play and to hell with it if anyone wants to judge me or throw up after this next revelation, one of our mutual kinks is piss play, well golden showers to be more specific, it's the degradation aspect more so than anything. Admittedly after one of the videos I'd sent him I felt a bit awkward, like I needed some reassurance that he didn't see me differently, because I don't get up to this sort of thing with any old Tom, Dick or Harry. It's a trust thing, And who I am in the bedroom is not who I am outside of it. Don't misinterpret the golden showers thing, it's not like I get off on rolling around in piss, it's the degradation aspect that gets me off. I will admit after a brief conversation about Shibari(Japanese bondage it means "to tie" or "to bind" it is also known as Kinbaku-bi which translates as "the beauty of tight binding") I did make a confession about a scenario that got me off. I'm not spilling it here but despite my embarrassment, from his response he thought it was hot. It's funny the amount of new kinks i've developed a curiosity for since we began sexting. Whether its the cane, golden showers or having my pussy spanked with the business end of my hairbrush so hard till I cry well actually not cry(it is one thing to let a man piss on you, it is quite another to let him see you cry...i don't trust you that much hahah)scream. I think I'll leave it there. Things I'm loving right now Being back in Exeter My job Catching up in person with my bestie's. Martin Millar....his books are awesome. Things I'm hating right now Two faced people People who revert to behaving like apes when they are loosing an argument by flinging shit e.g saying I'm tired all the time because I don't about go suck a dick princess and whilst we're at learn how to strap on a pair. Stay kinky Kinky Cupcake XOXO