Friday evening brought new experiences

How silly of me to fear the paddle when it is the cane that is the master of pain...

When in need, smash a window

Today I've been busy hanging out with my family (wich included work but also lots of food and cake!) but yet the horny thoughts kept hitting me. I was feeling a bit weird because of it until I finally realised what I had to do - masturbate!

Thankfully the perfect opportunity occured after the gardening my mum had me do. Naturally I wanted to take a shower before the cake happened and so I got a chance to use the faitful bidé. I spent quit some moments on that thing growing up and I've had some of my most perverted thoughts on it. It would clearly place as top 1 on the list of my favourite sex toys. Orgasm isen't minutes away, we're talking seconds here. My guess is that it has something to do with how I'm able to tense my inner muscles when "riding" it. So in honor of old traditions I took a quick ride today and came twice. After that I felt very much relieved and were able to function normally.

When I got home in the evening I got a phone call and now I'm back to constant hornyness...

Puzzlement

Last week I called the STD-clinic to book an appointment. As I were talking to the woman on the phone and she started asking her relationships questions I could hear she got a bit confused when I wanted to get tested seeing as I was in a 6 year old steady relationship. She got even more confused when I told her I have had a active sex life with more than one partner during the course of a year. I wonder what kind of thoughts that wandered through her mind as she tried to grasp the fact of me not being the faithful bitch I'm supposed to be. It gave me a giggle in all my fear.

Tail

I've often fantasized about having a butt plugg that looks like this but now I'm not certain I could bear the shame of feeling the tail stroke my thighs.

The Musician

Here's the background:
As I wrote yesterday a guy contacted me asking if I wanted a play pal for the summer. I said yes, we chatted for a while and then, rather quickly to be me, decided to meet and see if it could lead somewhere. So Monday morning I took the bus to him, I had butterflies in my stomach and a well hidden thought that maybe, just maybe, I would get my ass spanked. But of course, my sensible side told me I shouldn't/wouldn't have sex on the first meeting. Therefore I did not bring any condoms, nor did I shave at all. Anything from stopping my weak morale to get the better of me...

It all started out rather innocent, there were eating, conversations about normal stuff and generally a get-to-know-each-other time. As the day passed we got closer and closer to the question "Do you want to play with me?". As I recall it he was the one who asked first but also the one who answered it first. Positively. I agreed with him.

Eventually we ended up at his house, his empty house with no one to disturb us...
Still I was vaguely determined to not do anything, but also very excited at the thought of something maybe happening. It wasen't until he locked the door that I understood that something really was going to happen. The amount of emotions running through me as he took the few steps from the door to me is probably more than what occurs during vanilla sex for other people. My nervousness, all the excitment and all the joy gathered at a southern point in my body. It made my eyes flicker from side to side, my body tense and my breathing shallow, honestly I think I am a bit addicted to that specific mixture.Soon thereafter I found myself in his bed, jeans pulled down halfway and with his hand raised above my ass, just about to cane me. A few thoughts about my sanity crossed my mind but mostly I just floated around on the waves of pain and pleasure.

One of the things I like to think about the most is when he caned me on the sole of my feet. I've always felt repelled or turned off when seeing it in pictures or movies and so I thought I would never like it for myself, I was not even interested in trying. Well, turns out I didn't have much choice with him and it also turns out I like it. Hurts as hell of course but that's the beauty of it.

Something else that keeps me occupied is the promises he has made for the next time we meet. This Monday were only a "test run", I did not get bruised nor did my body hurt afterwards but that will change he says. I can't stop myself from getting wet by the mere thought of more pain! I think he has some really evil tricks up his sleeve and I'm eager to experience them!

In the end I'm very happy I took this chance as it's payed off already, I think I've met the master I was longing for - at least for the summer.

Still frustrated, but happy

My mind just wont leave what happened yesterday. I'm constantly feeling horny. And longing for the pain that was, and the pain that will come.

Never being hit by a cane* before yesterday was a discovery worth every cent I payed for the bus. I do not own one myself but I think I might just have to get one before the weekend. Blushing a bit here at the thought of aqcuiring something that will hurt me...

Edit: *Cane-like thingie

Porrtrollet makes another notch in her bedpost...

I haven't mentioned anything but a man contacted me a while back, asking me if I was interested in having a play pal for the sumer - frustrated as I am I actually said yes and we mailed and chatted for a while, not very long though, a week perhaps, and then decided we should meet and see if this could lead anywhere. So today we met. And lead somewhere it did.

Details at a later time...

Blesch

I felt like reading a porn novel with bdsm-theme but I couldn't find a good one.

I felt like watching a porn movie with bdsm-theme but I couldnt find a good one.

I felt like surfing for bdsm-porn but realised I would only find McDonalds porn.

I felt like fucking my boyfriend but my period is an inconvenience.

I'll have to settle with Dodgeball and a headache...

Hair

For the last six months I've been waiting for my hair to grow long again just for the joy of being able to wear it in a pony tail (no, no sexual reasons why). I've waited and waited and still it stays at shoulder length. But tonight I got another reason to wait for it.

Go to Twisted Monk and find out why!

Weekend

Frustration has fond me again,

This time with a hint of sadness. So much I want to experience but no one in sight to experience it with. I am restless and lacking my usual patience for long term relationship that usually foregoes a bdsm-relationship in my world.

Went to a medieval fair this weekend, really nice. There were a woman there, long, curvy and with brown frisky hair. She played a home-made violin and sang peculiar songs. She was awesome. After eyeing her for some minutes my mind started making pick up lines in a old fashioned way.

Oh my fair lady. What beautiful songs you bestow upon us this the most radiant of days. My heart weakens at the sound of your voice as it carries the words higher and higher up into the sapphire blue sky. Yet I fear both your voice and admirable violinplay pales in the vicinity of a even greater beauty... You, my fair lady. Your eyes are like the color of honey while your voice lends the smoothness of said thing. Your hair is that from a nymph, newly awaken in the, with dew covered, rose. Your hands could soothe a baby stolen from its mother or drive a cold blooded man or woman insane with lust.

Yes, something is definitely different with me.

No sex whatsoever this weekend, had a friend staying over and we spent every waking minut with her. Listened to good music, missed a opportunity to meet a potential sex partner, drooled at well-trained, half-naked young men and ate unhealthy. Overall a rather good weekend.