I recently had a very interesting girls’ night out and thought I’d share the events of that evening with you.

Donna and I were long overdue a girls’ night out. We had worked together for a year or so - barmaids at a local pub whilst we were both at University - and discovered a shared sense of humour and taste for alcohol. Nights out with Donna were, I’m afraid to say, typical 21st century affairs - starting at her house with a bottle of wine, then a taxi into the city and a quick drink in each of the current crop of tacky bars, followed by some rather energetic dancing in which ever nightclub was playing the best music! Not exactly my usual sort of evening, but fun to do occasionally.

It had been about six months since we’d been on one of our mad nights out and as Donna had recently been promoted at work we were both in the mood for some fun. However, things sometimes don’t go as expected and a couple of hours before we were due to meet I had a text message from Donna telling me that another friend of hers, someone I didn’t know, would also be out with us tonight. This girl had recently split up with her boyfriend and was still getting over things. This was to be her first night out as a single woman for a while and she was somewhat daunted by her new found single status. Now I’m always willing to lend a supportive hand to any woman ( or man! ) in need, but the last thing I felt like doing tonight was easing a newly single - and possibly tearful - girl back into the dating scene. So as I made my way over to Donna’s house putting aside my hopes for an evening of fun and shameless behaviour I had a feeling that tonight may not go down as one of most memorable nights out. How wrong could I have been ….

I rang the doorbell and after a brief pause Donna opened the door, glass of wine in one hand and phone under her chin. Putting her wine down she put her hand over the receiver and whispered, ‘Glad you’re here - just pop up to my bedroom will you. Shelly needs a hand with something and I’m just trying to order our taxi.’ Putting my bag down in the hall, I went upstairs and walked across the landing towards Donna’s room getting ready to introduce myself and offer to help with whatever was required. As I paused in the doorway I could see the figure of a woman reflected in the full length, angled mirror standing in the corner of the room. This must be Shelly I thought and was just about to walk in when she suddenly reached behind her, unzipped her dress and slipped it from her shoulders, exposing a pair of very voluptuous breasts barely contained in a black, lacy bra. As I watched she seemed to be having some difficulty trying to adjust the straps on her bra. Well, I couldn’t let her struggle on her own could I, so I knocked on the door and walked into the bedroom.

We introduced ourselves and I explained that Donna had asked me to come upstairs to see if I could be of any help. ‘Well I could do with some help with my bra. I just can’t seem to get the straps right,’ Shelly said. ‘Oh I’m sure I can help you with that,’ I said with a smile as a million racy thoughts travelled through my mind. ‘Come here.’ I made her stand facing the mirror as I stood behind her and attempted to alter the straps. After a minute or so I sighed and casually said that it was a bit tricky, but if she’d take her bra off I could probably sort it out very easily. I looked over her shoulder, staring at our reflections. She looked up and our eyes met in the mirror. ‘Oh yes?’ she said, a small smile on her lips and I took my chance and unhooked her bra and pushed the straps from her shoulders. It slid down her arms and fell to the floor and she reached down to pick it up. She stood up and turned to face me, handing me her bra.

Shelly had the most fantastic breasts, round and full with large, dark nipples and as I looked at her I licked my lips and briefly wondered what those nipples would feel like in my mouth. I adjusted the straps and handed the bra back to her. She slipped it on and turned round again, lifting her long hair from her shoulders so that I could fasten the hooks at the back. She wriggled back into her tight dress and I slid the zip back up again for her. As I did so my fingers brushed against the smooth skin on her back and shoulders and I felt the familiar pleasurable sensations deep inside me. I was incredibly turned on and horny as hell! ‘Thanks honey,’ she said as she walked across the room towards the door to make her way downstairs. In the doorway she paused, looking back at me over her shoulder. ‘Let me know if there’s anything I can help you with,’ she said with a grin, smoothing her dress over her curvy hips. My evening was suddenly shaping up to be rather good after all ….

Warning. This post contains no scenes of a sexual nature!

Sorry Folks but there’s something I need to tell you about and get out of my system before I can continue to excite, enthral and entertain you all with tales of my erotic exploits.

In my last post I told you that H and I have a new hobby - one that has been keeping me away from my blog for a while. Well I’ve decided to tell you a bit more about it. This was a difficult decision for me as it could have meant revealing a little too much of the real me - the woman behind Racy. But I was stuck on the horns of a dilemma. I had spent so much time recently on the new hobby that I just didn’t have enough time or creative energy for this blog and I knew that I couldn’t just carry on writing here without sharing this new development with you. So after a lot of thought I’ve decided to tell all and let you a little further into my world.

Many of you probably guessed what I’ve been up to, but H and now spend our weekends involved in Live Action Roleplaying (LARP) with a medieval/fantasy roleplaying society. LARP is not a very easy thing to describe to those of you who’ve never experienced it, so I’ve added a link to a site which may explain things a lot better than I. I’ll outline a few of the basics for you though.

You first have to design your character, choose a name and a bit of a back story. Then you decide upon a profession and guild - mercenary, physician, scout, priest, blacksmith, knight, alchemist or mage. When you go out on an adventure you have to become your character, act as your character would, speak as they would, so this is the serious part. For me this was when things became rather complicated as I already have one alter ego in the well defined shape of one Ms R Redhead. So I had to design a new character - one that is the fantasy creation of the real me meets Racy, with a bit of extra spice thrown in for good measure. Much research online was required as well as going out on a few adventures as a fairly basic character and talking to other players to gain an insight into the deepest, darker areas of LARP!

After weeks of this I was completely frazzled and needed a rest. I decided to take to my bed and after lying down in a darkened room for many hours to unscramble my brain, I had a blinding flash of inspiration and my new alter, alter ego was born! Keep reading and I’ll tell you all about her! Then came the really fun part of costuming my character ( bring on the leather ) and acquiring weapons. Now, I’ve always had a bit of a thing about armour. Call me kinky, ( oh please do!! ) - but a man wearing leather armour, chain mail, plate or scale armour will always attract my interest and get my erotic thoughts flowing! I must have been exposed to too many battle re-enactments and Arthurian histories at a formative age. So how much do I like my new hobby? Well, I get to be ( yet another ) different person, to wear fabulous clothes, carry weapons, a sword and a bow and run around the woods with lots of men ( and women!! ) who are also wearing armour and brandishing mighty swords. Perfect ….!

So, now is the time to reveal the latest interloper into my psyche. Meet Scarlet Oakdene, adventurer, apprentice in the Guild of Scouts, member of the infamous Raptor Company of Foot, Kindred of the Church of Tralda, serving wench at the Templars Arms and part time whore!! She comes from a family of country folk and has to support herself, her parents and sister, Amber, after her father became too ill to provide for them. She has an older brother, Rufus, who went adventuring sometime ago and has not been heard of since. She decided to go adventuring herself and was quickly recruited into the Raptor Legion - a notorious mercenary unit - also managing get herself a job working as a serving wench at the Templars Arms, the legion’s H.Q. This in turn lead to a further opportunity to supplement her income by providing companionship for adventurers and travellers looking for a welcoming bosom on which to lay their weary heads - and other things! Deciding that she needed a bit of religion in her life, Scarlet decided to join the Church of Tralda, Goddess of luck and fate and patron of prostitutes, thieves and the disenfranchised. She is still fairly new to the adventuring community and has a lot to learn but is becoming well known in certain areas and is certainly having the time of her life!

Well if any of you are still with me after all that, thanks for sticking around and hopefully you see that even though this blog has been quiet recently, I have not been idle. I don’t have any pictures yet to show you but I’m working on it and will add some when I can. I have a sword, bow and arrows and leather vambraces and lots of fun accessories to play with and am slowly building up my kit. And now I’ve got all that off my chest, if you notice references to armour, knights, wenches and mead in a few of my tales, you’ll know that it’s just my two fantasy worlds colliding in another erotic
adventure!

Yes, I know.
I am a bad, bad girl.
I’ve been very neglectful towards my blog and towards you my dear readers.
I can only apologise and attempt to offer an explanation …… Yes, I know that won’t make up for my absence, but ….. well, here goes.

H and I have a new hobby - and this is what has been keeping me away from you all. It’s taken up most of free time. Weekends have be spent doing the aforementioned hobby and evenings have been spent researching various bits of vital information.

So, you’re all probably dying to know what H and I have been up to …. But I’m not going to tell you, because it’s much more fun to keep you all guessing!

All I will say is that it involves dressing up and spending a lot of time outside with other like minded individuals. There’s also a lot of leather, a fair distribution of armour and some rather fabulous weapons! Which is quite handy as H is an international weapons manufacturer - have I not mentioned that before? It’s also added a very new and unexpected kink to our already outrageously erotic sex life! And for those of you who may have an idea what I’m talking about, there’s a clue to my new hobby in the category for this post!!

So that’s what I’ve been up to for the last few weeks. But as the summer has arrived and my workload lightens I’m hoping to find the time to pursue all of my favourite pastimes. So, don’t go too far away, come back and take another look soon and I might just give you something really naughty to think about.

H stands at the foot of the bed, looking down at me as I lie back against the pillows, arms at my sides and thighs spread wide. For a while he does not speak, just watches me as I lie perfectly still. Then quietly he says, ‘Put one finger back into your pussy again.’ As before, I move my hand across my hips and part my pussy lips before pushing a finger inside. He moves to sit on the edge of the bed and leans forward to get a closer view of my nakedness. ‘Move your finger slowly in and out,’ he instructs me. ‘I want to see how wet you are.’ As I slide my middle finger smoothly in and out of my wet pussy, he leans in even closer, his face inches away from me. I feel desire build up inside me but I continue to follow my instructions, resisting the urge to speed up or add another finger, desperately wanting to please my Master.

H positions himself between my open thighs and continues to watch me as I finger my pussy. ‘Stop now,’ he says and holding my wrist he moves my hand up to his mouth. ‘I want to taste you,’ as he pushes my pussy juice coated finger between his lips, licking it clean. ‘You taste gorgeous,’ he says, pulling my finger from his mouth. ‘I’m very pleased with you. You may now touch your clitoris.’ Thanking my Master, I place my index finger on my hard clitoris and begin to lightly tease it. H leans forward again and I can feel his breath on the inside of my thighs as he watches my finger flicking across the hard nub. ‘Very good. Open yourself up completely now. I want to inspect you and see just how wet your pussy is.’ ‘Yes Master,’ I say as I put my fingers on either side of my pussy lips and hold myself wide open just as instructed.

As I lie on my bed, my thighs spread wide, pussy totally exposed, wildly excited by this intimate inspection, I feel a finger slowly tease the entrance to my hole. H moves his finger deeper into me, exploring my wetness and I instinctively move my hips, encouraging him to probe further inside. ‘Behave yourself,’ he says sharply. ‘Did I give you permission to move?’ ‘No Master,’ I reply. ‘Please forgive me.’ H pulls his finger from my pussy, reaches across my body and picks up the vibrator. Handing it to me he says, ‘Fuck yourself with this and if I like what I see then I may just forgive your disobedience.’

I take the vibrator from him and position the tip of it at the entrance to my pussy. Slowly I begin to push it inside, feeling my flesh stretch to accommodate the girth. I push the vibrator in and out, hearing the wetness in my pussy and feeling my orgasm starting to build up. I know that I’m not allowed to come too soon so I slow down, still pushing the vibrator in deep, but not so quickly. I’m desperate to come but I know that I need permission from my Master and I’m trying so hard to hold back my orgasm but my body betrays me. My breath quickens and my nipples stiffen until they are as hard as bullets. H however, knows me too well and shakes his head, denying me the final moment of exquisite pleasure. Too late, I’m just too close to orgasm to be able to stop now and I work the vibrator faster and deeper in and out of my pussy as my muscles contract and I come with a long, loud scream.

The vibrator slips from my come covered fingers and I let it fall on to the bed. H stands up and looks down at me, shaking his head again. ‘What a bad girl you are Racy,’ he says. ‘How dare you have an orgasm without your Master’s permission.’ I begin to speak, to apologise and ask for forgiveness, but he silences me with a look. He reaches under the bed and picks up the cane, flexing it between his hands. ‘You know what your punishment is for disobeying your Master.’ I nod and whisper ‘Yes Master,’ as I turn over and present my bare bottom to him. With every stinging blow I allow myself a small, secret smile and reflect on how bad I am at following instructions!

I lay on my bed waiting for H to arrive. He had sent me my instructions the previous evening and I had spent that night in bed sleepless and twitching with pent up desire. But his instructions were very clear and I dare not disobey him. I was not allowed to touch myself until I received permission from him. I was to be waiting for him on my bed, naked, with my pink vibrator at my side.

After a restless night, I spent the day preparing myself for Master. He expects nothing less than perfection. At last I was ready, my hair washed and dried, tousled curls loose around my shoulders, my make up applied carefully. I ached with sexual tension and the temptation to touch myself was almost overwhelming. As I shaved my pussy smooth I ran my hand over my mound and further down between my lips. The folds of skin felt like satin under my fingers and I moaned with frustration. But I knew that my Master would ask me if I had disobeyed him and he always can tell if I’m not telling the truth.

Walking into my bedroom, I opened a draw at the side of the bed and took out the pink vibrator, placing it next to my pillows. I slipped my robe from my body and lay naked on the bed. A few moments later, my mobile phone beeped and I picked it up to read the text message. ‘You may now touch your nipples.’ Moving my hands across my full breasts I ran my fingers lightly over my nipples, feeling them harden as I pinched them firmly. Another text arrived - ‘Put a finger into your pussy and coat it with your juices. Lick your finger, taste yourself.’ I slid my hand down over my stomach and hips, opened my thighs and pushed my middle finger deep inside myself. It felt so good and I was desperate to carry on, but being a good submissive I withdrew my finger and licked my juices from it. After a moment I received the next text. ‘Your Master will arrive in 5 minutes. You are to lie perfectly still in the bed, with your legs spread wide apart, ready to be inspected.’

I lay perfectly still, thighs parted, arms by my sides, desire pulsing through my body. Footsteps on the stairs, the bedroom door opens. My Master is here ….

Now that the weather seems to be a bit warmer H and I have decided that is time to break free from the bedroom and take our naughty exploits into the big wide open. We’re lucky enough to live in an area where we are surrounded by beautiful countryside, ideal for going for long, rambling walks on summer afternoons. One sunny day we decided to take ourselves off up into the hills for an afternoon stroll. Map in hand, we made our way along narrow footpaths, over stiles into fields of wild flowers and past old tumble down stone farm buildings. The sun was warm on our pale winter skins and we wandered along enjoying each others company on such a beautiful day. Pausing for a moment to check the map and get our bearings, we even joked that today wouldn’t give me anything to write about in my blog and that most readers would probably be a bit disappointed to hear that Racy and H did something as normal as this in their spare time!

As we looked at the map however, it became clear that we had a bit of a problem. The footpath printed so clearly on the paper did not seem to exist in real life and our way now seemed to be blocked by dark woodland spreading out around us. We climbed over a stile into a muddy lane undecided which way to go for the best and after much debate I suggested that we should go straight on across a field that led into the woods and try to pick up the path from there. As we walked through the trees, picking our way between fallen branches, I could tell that the normally cucumber cool H was getting rather irritated with me. It was now quite late in the day and we still hadn’t found the path. It wasn’t entirely my fault - but I was supposed to be the one reading the map! Eventually, as we slid down a muddy bank we could see something between the trees in front of us and within a minute we were standing on the elusive path, H checking the map to make sure we went in the right direction this time.

We walked along the path in silence, H striding out ahead, not even looking back to check if I was ok. This now called for drastic action and I began to think of a suitable plan. We were still deep in the woods and as I looked up and down the long straight path I could see no one else about. Listening carefully, all I could hear was the sound of bird song. It was time to put my plan into action. Giving a loud yelp of pain, I crouched down rubbing my ankle. H turned around and walked back towards me, asking if I was ok. Looking up at him through my long eyelashes, I muttered that I had twisted my ankle but would probably be fine. As he stood in front of me, I reached up and quickly undid his jeans, sliding my hand inside the waistband of his shorts. His gasp of surprise came at the same second as I felt his cock begin to stiffen under my fingers. Murmuring that I was very sorry that we’d got lost and that I’d like to make it up to him, I slid his jeans and shorts down over his hips and took his rapidly hardening cock in my hand.

Kneeling in front of him and cupping his balls in one hand, I began to slowly run my fingers along the length of his cock. Looking up I saw him turn his head from side to side, checking to see if anyone was around. The risk of discovery heightened the sexual thrill and within a moment he was completely hard, his shaft long and smooth in my hand. Sticking out my tongue, I traced around his balls and then upwards along the shaft to the tip. I licked my lips and placed them round the head of his cock before drawing him completely into my wet mouth. He gasped again and placed his hands either side of my head, holding me close to him, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around him, putting my hands onto his buttocks to hold onto him as I pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. ‘Oh Racy, yes……’ he shouted as I felt his cock begin to twitch and as I sucked at him he came, his come filling my mouth and sliding down my throat.

I pulled away from him, licking the last drops of his come from my lips and looked up to meet his eyes. He pulled me up towards him and held me tightly as he recovered from the fast and frantic blow job. Just then we heard the sound of voices and realised that someone was walking towards us from further along the path. As I shielded him, H buttoned up his jeans and we resumed our walk - hand in hand. Passing the group of walkers who nearly caught us behaving so badly, we smiled and nodded hello to them and I softly said, ‘See, there are some things I can find very well without a map….!’

I’m writing this blog post on my laptop whilst I sit naked in bed waiting for H to arrive. I have left the front door unlocked so that he can let himself in and come straight upstairs to me. In a moment I shall look up from the screen and see him standing silently at the bottom of my bed, watching me as I type, my fingers with their dark red painted nails moving quickly over the keyboard. I hear the front door open and close, footsteps on the stairs and then he is here, just as I knew he would be. I save my work and close the laptop, putting it carefully away in the cupboard by the bed.

Standing up, I walk across the room and pause in front of him, shamelessly letting him admire my voluptuous curves. He reaches out and pulls me towards him. Putting one hand around the back of my neck, he tangles his fingers in my long, red hair and kisses his way down over my throat and towards my breasts. He takes one bullet hard nipple between his lips and sucks at it, grazing his teeth over the tender flesh. Moving back up, he takes my face in his hands and kisses me on the lips. Pulling away, he looks deep into my eyes and says, ‘Lie on the bed and open your legs.’

Within a minute he is between my eagerly parted thighs, running a hand over my smooth pussy and down to my rapidly hardening clitoris. A finger is pushed into me, testing how wet I am, quickly followed by another, probing, exploring me. I gasp with pleasure, moving my hips back and forth, wanting him deep inside me. Hot breath on my thigh and then the delicious sensation of a wet tongue slowly lapping at my clitoris. His fingers are still knuckle deep inside my pussy, slick with my juices and moving smoothly in and out as he builds up speed.

His tongue circles my clitoris, moving faster and faster as I moan with ecstasy. Sensing that I’m about to come, he reaches up to my breasts, taking each nipple in turn between his finger and thumb. I give myself up to the exquisite feelings travelling through my body and I come, my muscles gripping him tightly inside my hot, wet pussy. H moves back up the bed and kisses me again, his mouth and chin wet with my come. As I lick my lips, relishing the taste of my juices on them, he whispers in my ear, ‘Happy Birthday Racy!’

My start of surprise matched the thrill that yet again ran through my body. Without a moments doubt or hesitation I reached up to hold the hips of the woman poised over me and slowly began to kiss her soft pussy. Exploring her, I ran my tongue across her clitoris and down between her lips. I pushed my tongue into her, pulling her further down, licking her juices from deep inside her. She began to move her hips back and forth, grinding her pussy into my face as I licked my way back up to her clitoris. I moved my hands to hold the cheeks of her bottom to keep her still and began to run my tongue rapidly over the hard nub of her clitoris. The expert pussy licker was now having her pussy licked - and judging by the juices that dripped out of her and ran down my chin, she was enjoying every minute of it.

Throughout this, the man between my thighs had continued to fuck me, slowly pushing his cock in and out of my receptive pussy. Just as I was building up to my second orgasm, he pulled his cock from me and in one fluid movement, the woman straddling my face lifted herself up as a pair of strong hands held my hips, pulled me down the bed and started to turn me over. I moved onto my knees and leaned forward, lifting my bottom up. The woman had moved and I could sense that she was now lying on the bed in front of me. Supporting myself with one hand, I reached forward and ran my fingers up the inside of her thighs until I reached her wet pussy. Behind me, hands moved back to my hips and within a moment my pussy had been filled with hard, thrusting cock.

The woman opened her thighs wider and moved further down the bed towards me. Pushing two fingers into her pussy, I lowered my head until my tongue made contact with her clitoris and as I licked and gently sucked her, I slowly pumped my fingers in and out of her soft wetness. She moved her hips back and forth and I increased the speed, finger fucking her faster and deeper, swirling my tongue over her hard clitoris. She began to come, her juices squelching out of her pussy and coating my fingers. Her hand clamped itself around my wrist, pulling my fingers from inside her and she guided my hand to her mouth. I felt her lips part and her tongue lapped at my hand, licking my fingers clean.

Enjoying myself far too much, I had been trying to hold back my orgasm, but this final act was just so erotic that I couldn’t help myself and began to come. My muscles clenched around the hard cock that was fucking my dripping wet pussy and I moved my hips back to meet his thrusts, pushing him even deeper into me. He began to come too, giving one final thrust into me before we both collapsed onto the bed. After a moment to recover, I sat up and began to speak - I had so many questions to ask. But I was silenced as I was kissed softly on the lips by each of them and given a quick hug. I felt the bed move again as they both stood up and heard the door click shut as they let themselves out of my room. I lay back on my bed, exhausted and, despite my mind racing with all those questions, I soon fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up wondering if it had all been a delicious, erotic dream, but I knew that the sensations I had felt were all too real. As I kicked the sheet off, ran my hands down my body and relived the previous night’s events, I knew that I wanted more. I had to find out who they were - and if we could do it again! I got out of bed and made my way to the adjoining bathroom for a shower, thinking about the rest of the guests. I had an idea that my midnight visitors were Julia and her husband Alex, both of whom I’d found very attractive and had chatted to after dinner. Alex had recently met James through his work and Sarah had told me that this was the first time they had come to one of her parties. I couldn’t be sure though and had no idea how I could find out without potentially embarrassing myself.

Wrapping a towel around myself, I wandered back into my bedroom and noticed another note that must have just been pushed under the door. Opening it, I read, ‘Thank you for a wonderfully erotic experience. We both enjoyed it very much and think you did so too! Don’t tell anyone else about this - we want to keep you to ourselves. Here’s our number so that you can ring us when you’re ready to experience even more of what we have to offer.’ As I had hoped, it was signed Julia and Alex. Smiling, I slipped the note into my bag and began to get dressed and ready for breakfast. Downstairs, as James poured coffee for me, Sarah asked if I’d slept well. Lowering my eyes, pretending to be busy unfolding my napkin, I replied that I’d had the best nights sleep in years and as I looked up from across the table Julia gave me a naughty grin and licked her lips. . . .