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. . . .

As I lay in bed I could hear the remaining guests making their way to bed. Good nights were said, doors opened and closed and before long the house was silent. I lay naked under the sheets, alert to even the quietest of sounds. The room was in complete darkness, the heavy drapes at the window shutting out any light from the moon and outside my door the lights of the corridor had also been switched off. Dismissing the note as just a joke, I was just starting to drift into sleep when I heard a noise. Someone had turned the handle of my door and had began to slowly open it. The door closed with a quiet click and I heard the floorboards creak as someone made their way across the room towards my bed. My body tensed with a mixture of fear and excitement. A squeak of bedsprings and a slight movement was enough to tell me that there was someone sitting at the bottom of my bed. For a moment nothing happened I began to think I was perhaps imagining things but just as I began to relax, I felt the sheets being lifted from my legs and a hand on the smooth skin of my inner thigh.

I gasped, resisting the urge to reach for the light as the hand moved slowly up my thigh. A thrill of pure sexuality ran through me and instinctively I opened my legs. The fingers continued to travel up, teasing their way further and further up the inside of my thighs until they were caressing the smooth outer lips of my pussy. By this time I was feeling very excited and could sense that my pussy was growing increasingly wet. My unseen lover continued to explore me, slowly working their way down over my clitoris before quickly pushing two fingers inside me and out again, as if to test how wet I was. I felt the sheets being lifted off me and two hands pushed my thighs further apart. Warm breath on my hot pussy was followed by the firm, wet tip of a tongue slowly flicking over my clitoris. I sighed with pleasure as the fingers slid back into my pussy and began to move rapidly in and out.

I could feel my orgasm start to build up as my pussy was expertly licked and fingered. Suddenly I became aware of a noise at the side of me, as if there was someone standing there and I turned my head, even though it was too dark to see anything. Strong hands reached down to hold my head still and as I opened my mouth to protest I felt something smooth and firm against my lips. Despite the darkness, a light came on in my head and I remembered a conversation from earlier that evening. Two of James’s friends had been talking about a very enjoyable threesome that they’d had a few years ago and were keen to repeat - if they could find a willing girl. It seemed that they had found her. Opening my mouth, I began to suck the cock of the man standing at the side of my bed. As I licked up and down his long, smooth shaft, the two fingers were sliding faster and faster in and out of my pussy and the tongue licking my clitoris increased its speed and pressure. I could hold back no longer and I began to come, my juices flooding out of my pussy, my moans muffled by the cock pumping into my mouth.

At that moment the cock was pulled out of my mouth and the fingers quickly withdrawn from my pussy. I heard footsteps as if someone were walking round the bed and felt a rush of cool air over my naked body as the rest of the sheets were lifted away. My legs were forced further apart as someone climbed between them and I gasped again as a hard cock was pushed deep inside my wet pussy. I was being fucked very slowly, almost teased as the cock drew out then plunged deep inside me again. I felt the bed move and then I realised that someone had climbed on to it and across my chest, straddling me and was moving up my body. I opened my mouth, anticipating another cock to lick. But instead my waiting tongue made contact with the smooth wet pussy that was being slowly lowered onto my lips.

I had a very interesting experience recently so I thought I’d tell you all about it. I had been invited to stay with some friends of mine who have a large house in the countryside and are famous for their weekend parties. Sarah and I had been at university together and had shared a succession of flats and men amongst other things. Of course we’re now both respectable, professional women, but we both still have our naughty side I’m pleased to say. Her husband James had inherited their house from his father a few years ago and with its many bedrooms and long, dark corridors, it made the ideal venue for getting up to all sorts of naughty goings on.

I was the first guest to arrive on that Saturday afternoon. Sarah had asked me to come early so that she and I could have a chat and catch up with each others news before the rest of the guests arrived. She greeted me in the large hallway with a kiss and hug and showed me to my room, telling me about some of my fellow guests as she helped me to unpack. As usual they had invited a good mixture of people, both couples and single people, most of whom I hadn’t met before. Sarah was already dressed for dinner and stayed with me in my room so that we could carry on chatting whilst I changed. She produced a bottle of wine and two glasses and as I put on my make up, tied up my red hair and slipped into my long, slinky dress, we drank our wine and gossiped. We were just giggling over a rather racy novel that I had brought for her to borrow when James interrupted us to announce that the other guests had started to arrive.

By 7pm everyone had arrived and had settled in and we were all getting acquainted over cocktails. After a while we moved through to the dining room for what proved to be a very lively dinner. As usual the food was excellent and the wine flowed freely. Sarah was entertaining everyone with tales of some of the more salacious exploits from our shared past much to her husband’s amusement and my occasional embarrassment. Fortunately everyone seemed to be fairly broad minded and we were soon swapping tales, with some serious competition as to who had the naughtiest story to tell. Dinner over, we moved to the large, squashy sofas in the drawing room, chatting and having a very relaxing evening.

Just before midnight the party began to wind down and I decided to make my way upstairs to my room. Sarah walked up the wide staircase with me and we kissed good night at my door, agreeing that it had been a very enjoyable evening. I opened the door and walked into my bedroom, made my way towards the bed and switched on the bedside lamp. As I walked back across the room to shut the door I noticed a piece of paper on the floor. Bending down to pick it up, I discovered that it was a note addressed to me. Assuming that it must have been pushed under the door earlier that night, I unfolded the piece of paper. ‘If you fancy some fun later, leave your door unlocked,’ read the unsigned note. Very interesting……. Now I had a dilemma - just how much fun was on offer - and with whom? There was only one way to find out, so, leaving my door unlocked, I undressed and slid under the cotton sheets, turned off the lamp and waited.