Standing alone and blindfolded in the middle of the room, I sensed somebody moving towards me. Within a moment I felt a hand caress my cheek, fingers trailing towards my neck and then down onto my chest. Two hands were cupped around my breasts, feeling for my nipples which were stiffening rapidly under such a firm touch. A hand was placed on my thigh, running over the ridge of my suspenders. A hand on the back of my neck briefly lifted my hair to one side before starting to unzip my dress. I felt it being pulled slowly down my body and a hand was placed in mine as I lifted each foot and stepped from my dress. After a brief pause someone moved behind me and my lacy bra was unhooked and the straps slid from my shoulders.

My nipples were already hard and I couldn’t suppress the shiver of delight that travelled through my body as a warm, wet tongue began to lick each one in turn. A hand was placed on either side of my hips, thumbs hooked under the edge of my lacy panties which were slowly pulled down over my thighs, the hand placed in mine again as I stepped out of them. The room was completely silent, as if time were suspended. I jumped slightly as I felt something touch my neck and a voice whispered instructions to me. Obeying orders, I took a step backwards and felt something against the back of my legs. I sat down on what felt to be a large sofa, leaning back against the cushions as I prepared myself for the next stage of the evening’s entertainment.

Parting my legs, I ran my fingers up and down my inner thighs, each time getting closure to my smooth shaved pussy. The cushions behind me were moved and hands on my shoulders slowly but firmly pushed me down until I was lying almost flat. A hand was placed around each of my thighs, bringing my knees up and opening my legs wide, exposing my wet pussy for all to see. The voice at my ear began to whisper again. ‘Touch yourself,’ it ordered. ‘They want to see you make yourself come.’ I needed no further encouragement.

My hand moved straight down to between my parted thighs and I moved a finger over my clitoris and straight into my pussy. I was so wet and almost overwhelmed by the situation that I knew things would happen quickly. I ran my wet finger back and forth over my clitoris, then moving down to slide in and out of my pussy, coating my hand with my juices. All too soon I began to come and my fantasy merged with reality to become one. As an incredibly intense orgasm travelled through my body the blindfold was suddenly pulled from me. Watching the faces of the men watching me I had a feeling that this party had only just begun. Oh how I love entertaining …….

I know many of you have been wondering where I’ve been of late as I’ve not been posting anything here.
The answer is that my online life has been a bit neglected because I’ve been too busy getting on with my real life! So I thought I’d update you with what has been happening to the real me.

Life is good, but also very, very busy. Things have changed for me at work and in my private life too and, as sometimes comes with change, it’s taking me a while to adjust to things so that I can find time for all the things I need to do and all the things I want to do.

My role-playing is going so very well. In fact, I must say that it is the most fun I’ve ever had, apart from, of course, my racy sexual encounters! I’ve met such alot of wonderful people and found several with the same ’specialist interests!!’ I’ve introduced a few of them to this site too! My character, the fabulous Scarlet, is getting to be very well known and has been getting herself into all sorts of trouble. Oh, it’s just soooo much fun!

Back to the ‘real’ real world. I have been promoted at work and at the beginning of December I took over the running of my own team. This is something I’ve been interested in doing for a while, but had to wait for the right opportunity. The opportunity arose and I grabbed it with both hands and made it my own. Go get ‘em Racy! It’s still early days and I have alot to learn, but I love the challenge, even if they do drive me mad at times!!

So, what with work, trying to be a proper Mummy to my two wonderful children and chasing around the woods with lots of people in armour every weekend, my time is pretty much spoken for, which leaves me little time for my creative outlet. However, I will leave you with this little thought …..

I’ve just purchased a ‘bullet vibrator.’ For those of you not familiar with what that is, it’s a small, very powerful vibrator that can be placed on various parts of the body to excite and stimulate. It came in the post this morning … and I came very soon after it arrived. It is absolutely fantastic! Ladies, buy one NOW! Men, buy one for your lady NOW!

So later tonight, whilst you are reading this, I will be lying back on my bed, legs spread wide apart, slowly pushing my favourite dildo in and out of my sopping wet pussy whilst the powerful bullet throbs against my clit. I shall think of you and imagine that you are watching me, transfixed on this most intimate of sights in front of you as I moan and writhe with the intensity of my orgasm. As I come the powerful contractions force the dildo from my pussy and I let it fall from my fingers to land on the bed between my thighs. You want me, you need me right now and I am yours. You move towards me and your head bends lower and lower until you can taste me. You move up to my face and begin to kiss me, covering my lips with the taste of my juices. Whatever happens next is up to you. You’re in charge and I will do as I’m told. You break the kiss and I wait, breathless, for my next instruction ….

A good friend of mine had recently sent me a text asking if I fancied an evening of fun and adventure. Well of course I did, so I replied and asked him what he had in mind. His reply gave little away - just an address to go to at 8.00 pm the following evening. The only other instructions were to dress to impress! Intrigued, I asked for more information, but he wasn’t giving anything away.

The following evening I made my way by cab to the address and at just before 8pm I was standing on the door step of a anonymous looking building in the of the smartest parts of the city. A brass plaque to the side of the door gave the name of the building but told me nothing more. I rang the bell and after a moment my friend opened the door. He ushered me into a large and impressive hallway. I glanced around, taking in the black and white tiled floor, the beautifully carved wooden stair case and the elegant furniture carefully arranged around the room.

My friend helped me out of my coat and stood in front of me, looking me up and down and nodding his appreciation. I wore a black dress that fitted my curves perfectly, giving no hint at the lace bra, panties and suspenders underneath. My black stockings were sheer, my heels high and my make up and jewellery flattering and understated. I began to ask my friend what he had planned but he stopped me and placed a finger to my lips. ‘Do you trust me?’ he asked. ‘Of course,’ I replied. We had been friends for many years and I really did trust him. ‘And you know I would never let anything happen to you that you weren’t happy with?’ he continued. ‘Yes, of course,’ I replied. ‘But what is this all about?’ He didn’t answer but instead produced a black silk scarf from his pocket and held it up towards my face and began to blindfold me. I gasped quietly but decided to put my trust totally in my friend and with the blindfold securely in place he took my hand and began to lead me across the hallway.

We walked down what seemed to be a corridor, my heels clicking on the tiled floor. In the distance I could hear laughter and what sounded like a party. The noise became louder as we walked and I struggled to hear my friend telling me that we were about to stop and go through a doorway into a room. He explained that he would be with me the whole time and that I was to trust him, relax and enjoy myself. Thoroughly intrigued now and slightly apprehensive, I nodded that I understood and a moment later we paused and I heard him knock on a door. Instantly the noise of the party ceased and I heard the door open, the hinges creaking slightly. My friend took my hand and led me into the silent room.

I could see nothing through the blindfold but I sensed the presence of a large group of people and I knew they were all looking at me. We walked across the room, my heels now muffled by thick carpet and then my friend told me to stand still. He let go of my hand and I sensed that he had moved away, leaving me to stand on my own.

After a brief pause I heard my friend speak, his voice loud and clear.

‘Gentlemen, let me introduce you to your entertainment for this evening, Miss R.’

A loud cheer went up, glasses were clinked together and I realised what my naughty friend had planned for me. A thrill of sexual anticipation ran through my body, my nipples stiffened and a small smile played across my lips. My fantasy was about to become reality ……

Shelly put the wine bottle down on the dressing table and sat down on the bed. I poured the wine and handed her a glass as I slipped out of my high heels and sat next to her. We sipped the cool wine, watching each other and waiting to see who would make the next move. She had made her intentions clear to me in the cab earlier but I didn’t want to rush things and I didn’t know exactly how far she wanted to take things tonight. As if reading my mind she put her glass on the bedside table and leaned forward to take mine from me, placing it next to hers. Her hand reached around the back of my head and she pulled me towards her, our lips meeting in a long, lingering kiss. Her tongue snaked its way into my mouth as her fingers tangled themselves in my curls and our kisses grew more passionate.

Shelly suddenly broke the kiss, moving her head back to look at me. ‘Stand up and strip off. I want to see you standing naked and ready for me.’ I didn’t need telling twice. I stood up and began to take my clothes off. I slowly unbuttoned my tight blouse and let it slide onto the floor. Standing before her in my bra, as she had stood before me earlier, I reached around and undid the hooks, slipping the bra from my shoulders and letting it join my blouse on the floor. Shelly knelt up on the bed so that she was level with me. My nipples were already as hard as bullets and thrills shot through my body as she leaned forward and took each one in her mouth in turn, licking and gently biting them. As she continued to suck my nipples, I undid the zip on my skirt, sliding it over my hips and letting it too fall to the floor. She pulled back and moved her hands to my hips and slowly began to pull my panties down.

I stood before her, naked and tense with sexual anticipation. My nipples were still rock hard and my pussy was slick with my juices. Shelly stood up and turned around, lifting her hair to one side, indicating that I should unzip her dress. She slid it from her shoulders, pulling her bra off and then let her dress fall past her hips. Within seconds she had pulled her panties off and she turned to face me, naked and totally gorgeous. I stepped towards her and we began to kiss again. Her hands moved to my shoulders and she slowly pushed me backwards on to the bed until I was lying on my back. She knelt over me and pushed my legs apart, quickly climbing between them and as she looked deep into my eyes, she pushed two fingers deep into my slippery pussy. I gasped, shock and pleasure merging together as she quickly pumped her fingers in and out of me.

Shelly pulled her fingers from my pussy and pushed them into my mouth. ‘Lick your juices, see how good you taste.’ I wrapped my hand around her wrist and, trying to take control, pulled my fingers from my mouth. As I tried to sit up on the bed I said, ‘I’d rather taste you,’ but she pushed me back, pulling my legs wider apart. Her head dipped down and I felt her soft hair brush against the inside of my thigh as her firm tongue flicked across my hard clitoris. I gasped again as she licked and sucked at me, swirling her tongue around, exploring my pussy. Two fingers plunged inside me as she moved her tongue back to concentrate on my clitoris again. The sensation was unbearably exquisite and I could hold back no longer. With a scream of ecstasy I came, my muscles tightening around her fingers and my juices coating her hand.

As I lay on the bed, catching my breath, my orgasm subsiding, Shelly moved from between my legs and slid up the bed until she was lying next to me. I looked at her and she flashed me a grin, licking my come from her lips. I wanted her and there was no way I was taking no for an answer this time. I quickly moved so that I was on top of her, using my knee to push her thighs apart, my hands pinning her arms to the bed. Suddenly submissive, she didn’t resist and closed her eyes as we began to kiss. I slowly slid my mouth over her body, kissing her throat and down towards her breasts. Her nipples were hard and as I took one in my mouth and the other between my fingers and thumb, she sighed with pleasure. My other hand slid across her hips and over the smooth mound of her pussy. She sighed again and opened her thighs wider as I traced the outline of her lips with a finger, slowly teasing as I reached the entrance to her pussy. She was so wet I would have been able to slide straight into her but instead of fucking her with my fingers as she had done to me I ran my juice covered finger across her clitoris, feeling it grow firm under my touch. She moved her hips, trying to make me finger her but I resisted the temptation to slide my fingers into that warm, inviting place, as I had something else planned for her.

I reached across with my other hand and opened the draw of my bedside cabinet. My fingers quickly found what I was looking for - my favourite dildo, beautifully shaped, with ridges and a slight curve to the shaft. As I continued to tease her clitoris I picked up the dildo and placed it next to me on the bed. Shelly was getting more impatient, grinding her pussy onto my fingers, wanting me to fuck her with them, so I picked the dildo up and placed the cool, firm head at the entrance of her pussy. She stopped moving and her eyes flicked open and as I looked down at her I slid the full length of the dildo into her wet pussy. She gasped with shock but soon began to moan with pleasure as I pushed the dildo in and out of her tight pussy, angling it slightly so she felt the full benefit of the ridges and curved tip. Moving to her side I fucked her with the dildo, smooth quick strokes into her willing pussy as I knelt across her body and took her clitoris between my lips, sucking and flicking my tongue over it. Her hips bucked up and down and she cried out as she began to come. Pulling the dildo from her pussy, I pushed my tongue into her, lapping at her juices as she came.

It was nearly dawn as Shelly and I finished the bottle of wine and prepared for some much needed sleep, but we had to laugh as we read text messages that Donna had sent to each of us a few hours earlier. She told us that if we ever saw Simon again on one of our girls’ nights out, we were to remind her of this night, so that however drunk she was and however much she may fancy him, she wouldn’t make the same mistake again. Apparently Simon hadn’t been quite as skilful as she had hoped he would be and her evening had been rather disappointing. She hoped I hadn’t minded Shelly staying at mine for the night and that we’d had a fun time getting to know each other. With a sexy giggle, Shelly picked up the discarded dildo. ‘If only she knew how much fun we’d had,’ she said. ‘And how much more we‘re going to have,’ I replied as we collapsed back onto the bed, lips locked together, all thoughts of sleep abandoned.

Several hours later we were on our way back to Donna’s after a rather wild evening. We had spent the first part of our night travelling from bar to bar, drinking, chatting, laughing and flirting with any good looking men. We’d then moved on to a club and spent a couple of hours dancing, with some more drinking, chatting laughing and flirting thrown in. Far from Shelly feeling daunted by the prospect of going out as single woman again, she seemed to relish it, showing a remarkable ability to effortlessly wrap any man she wished around her little finger. In the club Donna had met up with Simon, an ex-colleague of hers, with whom she had shared a rather intimate kiss with at an office party several months earlier. At the time Donna had wanted to take it further but decided against it as she didn’t want any office scandal to effect her promotion chances. However, he’d since left the company so there was now nothing to stop her and as we had left the club he came with us and they were now in the back of our cab getting re-acquainted.

We arrived at Donna’s house and she and Simon got out of the cab, followed by Shelly, who asked the driver to wait for a moment. A minute later she was back, carrying an overnight bag. ‘I’m not listening to those two at it all night,’ she said as she got back into the cab. Remembering that she was supposed to be staying at Donna’s tonight an idea came into my head. Throughout the evening I had been watching her, thinking about what had happened earlier and if I would get the chance to see more of her fabulous body again. This was too good an opportunity to turn down and without any hesitation I suggested that she stay the night with me instead. ‘I hoped you’d say that,’ she replied with a smile as she moved across the back seat of the cab to sit next to me.

As the cab pulled away Shelly put her hand on my thigh and told me how much she’d enjoyed the evening and that she’d like to get to know me better. Was she just being friendly or was there something more to this situation? This was my chance to find out and taking a deep breath I looked into her eyes and admitted to her how turned on I’d been to see her semi-naked body in front of me earlier. She smiled and her hand slid further up my thigh and under my skirt as she leaned forward and brushed her lips against mine. A hot surge of desire raced through my body and I put a hand up to her neck, pulling her closer to me as our kiss became deeper. As our tongues intertwined Shelly slowly moved her hand across the top of my legs and began to slide her fingers between my thighs. Her lips moved to my ear as she whispered ‘Pull your skirt up.’ Glancing towards the cab driver whose eyes were still firmly fixed on the road ahead, I leaned further back in my seat and slightly lifted my hips to pull my skirt up to just above my knees.

I opened my thighs slightly as Shelly slid a finger over the soft skin of my inner thigh, moving upwards. ’Open your legs for me honey,’ she whispered. Aware that we had nearly reached my house, I glanced forward at the driver again - and caught him looking at us in his rear-view mirror. I parted my thighs just wide enough to allow her finger tips to brush against the front of my panties as the cab pulled up at my house, the driver still watching us through his mirror. Laughing, I moved Shelly’s hand away and looked at her and then towards the driver. As we handed him his fare and got out of the cab Shelly gave me a playful slap on the bottom, winked at the driver and told him she hoped he enjoyed the rest of his evening as much as we were going to enjoy ours! Laughing, we made our way up to my front door. I found my keys and we went inside the house.

Shelly kicked her high heels off and put her bag in the hall, then followed me as I went into the kitchen. Getting a bottle of wine from the fridge, I asked her if she’d like some. ‘Only if we can drink it in bed,’ came her cheeky reply. She picked up the bottle, I picked up two glasses and followed her upstairs and into my bedroom ……

Some time ago you may remember that I told you about the people who had influenced and helped me when setting up my blog. One of these is Jackie Adshead, a very talented artist who can turn her hand, and brush, to many subjects. An area that Jackie has been very prolific in recently is that of Erotic Art. Beautiful nudes in sensuous poses and embracing couples hidden within dramatic landscapes.

About a year ago she began a project which has raised many an eyebrow and been the subject of much discussion. To quote Jackie, ” A celebration of womanhood as bright and colourful abstracts of their innermost secret places.” Yep - you guessed it - paintings of Pussies! So she asked for participants via her blog and, of course, the idea appealed to me and I willingly posed for a photo from which Jackie could work.

I’m now delighted to reveal that Jackie has completed a series of seven pictures and you can see them here

Oh, and just in case you’re wondering - I’m the fourth one down!

Enjoy!

Yes, I know, it’s been ages since my last post and I’m sure most of you have given up on me and gone off to read blogs which are updated more frequently than mine. It’s this role play I told you about - it’s taking up so much of my time. That Scarlet is one demanding girl!

Anyway, for those of you still with me, here’s a little present for you to apologise for my absence and say Thank you for sticking around.

Befor I show you the pictures, I’ll tell you a bit about how they came to be taken.

H and I had gone to a trade fair ( lots of like-minded people in a large field eager to part with their cash and improve on their role playing costumes ). I had been looking for some leather body armour and spotted a rather fabulous leather corset on a stand. I made a casual enquiry of the trader selling it as to the price and within five minutes, my ribs and internal organs were being rearranged as he enthusiastically tied me into it.

So, picture the scene. I’m standing inside an open fronted marquee, whilst a complete stranger fits me into a leather corset, watched by several interested men ( and women ) with H standing protectively at my side. My dresser is very experienced in this sort of thing and knows exactly what he’s doing. Every few minutes he pauses just long enough for me to re-learn how to breathe, before lacing the corset even more tightly. So, as an exhibitionist, submissive, bondage addict you can see that this was my sort of day.

After about thirty minutes of being admired from every angle and coming to the conclusion that the ability to expand my lungs was not really that essential, the blood finally stopped flowing to my brain and I could do no more than hand over my credit card!

So now Scarlet has a new addition to her costume, as she can wear it over her blouse and it counts as leather armour - and Racy has a new outfit in which to pose for pictures.

Money well spent I think!

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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 ….