I Need A Man

Yesterday’s little accident has preoccupied me all day. At work it wasn’t so bad because I could keep myself busy. Not so busy that I forgot to go to the loo today. LOL

This afternoon I was tempted to wet myself again to see what it was like but it didn’t seem quite the same. The thought of doing it on purpose made me uncomfortable and I think part of the turn-on yesterday was the nervousness and worry about getting back to the flat that turned to excitement when I shut the door and let it go.

This afternoon I indulged my cravings with some lube and two fingers but I could seriously do with a man right now.

Wet Knickers

I was such an idiot today. I was at work, I’m temping at the moment, and when I looked at the clock I realised that it was almost noon. I only work mornings at the moment. The office is quiet, orders for office supplies are down according to the firm I temp for. The household finances are suffering quite badly.

Where was I? Oh yeah, the time! It’s only a temping job so career advancement is not an option as far as I know. Maybe if I get full time I suppose I would give a fuck but not at the moment. On top of that I miss my bus if I leave late and that is really annoying because then the rest of the day is lost ‘cos I miss my connection on the second bus. I just got into a rhythm with the data entry sheets and didn’t realise the time.

So I rushed out of the office and managed to stop the bus as the driver was about to pull off. I made my connection and it was only when I was sitting on the second bus that I realised I needed to pee. I was sat at the front, about two metres from the doors and every time they opened a cold draft chilled me.

The journey is about twenty minutes and at the last-but-one stop from home I lost control, just for a moment. I felt a spurt of pee escape. Just enough to make my gusset moist and warm. I clenched as hard as I could and stopped it becoming a full-blown accident.

I hobbled off the bus at my stop and walked as quickly as my bursting bladder would allow. I fumbled the key into the outer door of the flats and got to my front door on the first floor. As I slid the key into the lock and felt the bolt draw back I lost control. I stepped inside and slammed the door. I could feel hot pee running down the inside of my left leg like a river.

I looked down to see the growing puddle forming around my shoes on the laminate floor. I thought I ought to feel embarrasses or upset, but I felt soooo turned on. I peeled off my jeans and left them in the pool of pee. I lay on my back on the rug between the bedroom and bathroom and lifted my knees so I could slip my hand inside my soaked knickers and rub my pussy.

I was tingling, my pubes haven’t been trimmed for a while so they held quite a bit of moisture too. My hand was covered in it, the cotton of my knickers clinging to it, it felt so dirty. Really dirty. I came in under a minute and could smell my pussy juices mixed with hot pee.

And do you know what? I don’t feel it was the slightest bit wrong. And I feel I should.

And that’s why I wrote this on the blog. Yep It’s been a while again. I mean I can hardly tell my friends can I – “Oh yeah I really enjoyed pissing myself today.” It’s making me wet again just thinking about it and it has reminded me why I started writing here in the first place.

Blonde’s Are More Fun

On of the girls I worked with over the summer was what I can only describe as pink. If she hadn’t been obliged to wear the bar uniform of red T Shirt and jeans when at work she would have been a mound of pink fluffiness tottering around behind the bar all evening.

I started feeling myself imagining what it would be like to have her on my second night. I would never have asked her out she was too obviously straight, it would never occur to her to even wonder about the pleasures of another woman. That made me feel even dirtier and hornier thinking about getting her in to bed.

That night I went to sleep with this fantasy.

. . .

Blondie wasn’t called Jane but I’ll cal her Jane for this story. After work I walked her home to her bedsit, helping her avoid the drunken tourists trying to remember which hotel they were staying at.

She let us in to the flat and I opened the bottle of vodka I had brought from the bar. We sat down and listened to a satellite music channel while getting drunk.

“I need a pee.” Slurred Jane. When she stood up she found her legs had stopped working and only avoided falling onto the floor by collapsing onto the bed.

I helped her into the bathroom and stood her with her back to the toilet. I knelt in front of her trying to unfasten her tight jeans when she moaned gently. I though she was going to topple over but instead noticed a dark patch growing from her crotch. It grew quickly, all attempt at control on Jane’s part gone. I managed to undo her jeans and pulled them down but it was too late, the last few drips were all that landed in the loo when I sat her down.

I looked up at her face. She had gone bright red and the previously cloudy stare was sharper. Embarrassment had sobered her up.

She didn’t have to say anything. “Don’t worry about it.” I said, “I’ll clean you up. Don’t try to get up.”

I ran a bowl of water and soaped up a flannel. I threw her soaked jeans and knickers into the corner and manoeuvred her against the sink where she clung on for support. I felt a bit sisterly cleaning her up.

I asked her to turn around so I could wipe the back of her legs. When I reached the top of her legs and slid the wet cloth over her tight ass cheeks she did something unexpected. Jane thrust out her ass and bent forward opening her cheeks. Her arse and pussy were framed between the two halves of her round backside.

I drew the cloth across her pussy slowly and deliberately, then rinsed it out. Next I soaped it up again and washed her light brown puckered opening. Finally I rinsed it clean and with her still bent over the basin I patted her dry.

Jane didn’t stand up but said “That was nice.”

I knelt behind her and probed her lips with my tongue. “Ahh. That’s nicer.” With that encouragement I licked her outer lips for a while she was relaxed and maybe open to suggestion. I flicked my tongue quickly around her asshole. The ring twitched and tightened in surprise but as I continued to lick her bottom she relaxed and moaned.

I stopped for a moment and Jane stood up and turned around. We walked out of the bathroom and lay on the bed. She kissed me gently for a while and I rubbed her clit gently. She ground her shaven pussy into my hand obviously wanting more. I pushed a finger inside her, then two and fucked her with them until she came.

The Muscles From Bradford

The Muscles From Bradford

Muscle man rolled into the bar with his girlfriend on the first night I was behind the bar. He wasn’t what I think of as my type, looked like he took too much care of himself. His girlfriend was platinum blonde and thought she was lady GaGa. She looked utterly ridiculous.

He stationed her at one of the tables at the most prominent part of the upper level of the club. All front I thought to myself. When he came to the bar I groaned when I realised I was going to have to serve him, I had hoped the other girls or Chris the bar manager would be doing it. It’s not that I had taken a total dislike to him, just that I’d seen his type before and they make me think “Whatever!”.

That changed when he ordered and while doing so gave me a long, lecherous look up and down. Normally that would have been unwelcome but for some reason it excited me.

So that’s how I started fantasising about muscle man. I decided to call him Mark and what follows is what I frigged myself off to in bed that evening.

. . .

Mark came back to the bar for another round of drinks. He asked for a bottle of Sol but we where out and I explained I’d have to go down to the cellar to get a crate. Chris was nowhere to be seen and Mark offered to help. It was obvious why, he was looking at me in that way that had made my pussy tingle earlier.

He followed me down the stairs and into the cellar. I turned to face him, wanting him to kiss me, He didn’t. His hands grabbed my boobs through my T Shirt. My tits aren’t huge, B cup, and I thought that Mark would have ignored them after the bigger pair on his girlfriend.

I closed my eyes, wondering what he’s do next. I felt his fingers unbuckle my belt and unzip my jeans. Fuck he wasn’t messing about!.

I wiggled my hips to help him push the jeans down and felt his big, strong hand slip inside my panties. I was soaking wet and had a full bush of pubic hair as I wasn’t expecting to pull on my first night. His fingers pushed through my curly forest and into my pussy. He didn’t bother to rub my clit, he ploughed straight in with two fingers and hooked them round inside me.

Cheeky bastard I thought! And aren’t I a lucky girl.

I grabbed his cock through his trousers. It wasn’t huge, even though it was hard but it was nice to feel it and know it would be dribbling precum down his leg.

He found my G Spot straight away. His fingers rubbed me immediately making me weak at the knees. In thirty seconds I felt myself cumming and my crotch becoming wet. I came and drenched his hand and my panties that were only half way down my thighs.

Mark kept going squeezing and massaging until I could hardly speak and lost count of how many times I came. Perhaps it was just one big orgasm.

We left the cellar. Me wearing a big smile and Mark with my panties in his pocket.

My Holiday

I’ve been away from the blog for a bit ‘cos I got out of the habit and I’ve been away from home over the summer because I’ve been working at a bar on the coast. If you came in you’d have recognised me. I was the one never getting any sex and feeling pretty shit about it all summer.

I know boyfriends come and go but they are too quick to go at the moment so I decided to just have fun and not try for a relationship this summer. Plus drunken fumblings with total strangers seem less and less appealing now.

Because of the lack of sex I started fantasising, especially after a couple of nights of watching two of the other girls land some of the out of town talent. The “fresh meat” as they call it was interesting but usually not able to speak without dribbling by the end of the night. Add to that the girls’ recounting how they had to work hard to get an erection out of their conquests and it put me off the idea of pulling.

So I spent a lot of time in my pokey little room with my new laptop and vibrator and wrote up some of my fantasies for you.

I’m re-reading them to make sure they make sense and will publish them here when I have corrected them.

Well Out Of It

Like I said yesterday Evan and I were an item for a while. It was great for a couple of weeks. Regular sex, regular great sex. Going out, shopping, we even talked about going to Greece this summer for a holiday. It was almost like being married. LOL

I think that’s what scared him off in the end. He pretty much moved in and I got used to waking up with him in the morning. Until one morning he wasn’t there. He’d left early for work. I rang him and he said he’d told me he had to be in early for a meeting. He probably had, but I’d forgotten. He took it as me being clingy and before long things got uncomfortable and he moved out for nearly a week. Then he moved back in, and that nearly fixed it because the sex we had that night was the best we had.

He’d come round to talk things over and it was obvious that neither of us wanted to do much talking. Dinner was left half eaten and while I was in the kitchen getting us another bottle of wine I felt his hands slip around me and cup my boobs. I felt myself get wet while his hands massaged them and he kissed my neck.

I lifted my short dress up so I could feel the bulge in his crotch press against my bare ass cheeks. If the worksurfaces in my pokey little kitchen were wider I’d have demanded he fuck me there and then. Instead I dragged him to the bedroom where I threw off my clothes like a complete whore.

I orgasmed almost as soon as he pushed himself into me, I was sooooo ready for him. His cock had a really pronounced head and he enjoyed popping it in and out of me. I was wet, squelchy wet, the crack of my arse was running with my juices and I just lay back being fucked harder and harder. I occasionally opened my eyes to see his face but mainly kept them shut and enjoyed his cock filling me and feeling him slam against my buttocks.

I wrapped my legs around his back when he came and pulled him to me with my arms, clinging on. I didn’t want to let him go and squoze his cock with my pussy.

I was so wet and full of his cum that after laying in his arms for a while I decide that it would be best if I had a quick shower. I left him lounging in bed and cleaned off my pussy and wet ass crack with the shower head. When I had almost finished I looked up and saw him standing watching me from the end of the bath, stroking his cock. He was obviously up for some more fun.

I switch off the shower and stepped out, still dripping wet. We kissed, his hard cock now pressing against my tummy. I grabbed it and feeling its thick veined length I had an idea. “Turn around” I said. He raised an eyebrow, but complied. I reached in to the bathroom cupboard and pulled out a tiny jar of Vaseline that I’ve had in there for ages. I’d almost forgotten about it.

“OK” I said, “Turn around again.”

When he did turn around I dropped to my knees. “I thought you had a surprise for me”. I took his cock into my mouth and started to suck it. I could taste him and me, gorgeous.

Then I gave him his real surprise. I slipped the ring finger of my left hand into his ass. I used that one because I’d broken the nail a few days before when I was cleaning the flat and with the Vaseline smeared on it I was able to work it easily inside him. Evan yelped in surprise. He quickly recovered and pushed his cock into my mouth, grabbing my head with both hands. I slid my finger in and out of his ass and slurped on his cock for all I was worth.

When he came, almost choking me in his excitement I felt his ass clench my finger like a vice. I let him take me to bed after that and lick my throbbing clit to orgasm before we dozed off together.





A few days later things started to go wrong again. Looking back it wasn’t anything in particular. He had moved in too quickly, even though he still had his own place, we let the enthusiasm we had for each other get hold of us. Bad idea, very bad idea.

So now there’s one toothbrush in the bathroom.

I’m a free agent.

We Were Then We Weren’t

Since I last posted a lot has happened. Evan and me became an item, then we weren’t, then we were again. Now it’s done with and for the silliest of reasons.

I’ll post more later today. Hopefully.

Girls Night In

The last post got posted late but I worked out how to back-date it so it appears when I wrote it. I just got busy and never got round to doing it. I’m such a slack blogger.

Life’s moved on a bit since then and although Evan keeps threatening to see me this was another weekend with all female company. A couple of the girls came round and we spent a credit crunch night in.

All last week I felt I ought to be going off him, you know taking it too slow, and him not seeming to be that bothered that he could never find the time to see me. I realised I am still soooo keen to see him again when my girls friends pointed out that I didn’t stop talking about him after my third glass of wine.

Here’s one to anyone who’s reading. Is it good blogger etiquette to mention friends names in the real world who also don’t know about your blog? I know people get into all sorts of trouble for talking about work stuff.

The Evan Event

So, Evan did ring me last week and we went out for lunch at the weekend. Very romantic, very gentlemanly, perhaps a little boring.

I was hoping that he would take me out in the evening but he had some family event and I had to make do with Sunday lunch at a café near where I live. I’ve never had anyone treat me like that before. I don’t mean that they’ve all just jumped in the sack with me just that it felt grown up and different somehow.

He says all the right things, so maybe it was just the time of day that meant things didn’t click. He had to get back for the family thing too so it probably wasn’t the best of circumstances. I felt like he left me wanting more and I suppose a bit cheated. I got a bit of a snog in the car when he dropped me off and that was it. He didn’t even come up for a coffee. Yes I mean a coffee, that wasn’t code for a quick shag.

At the time I felt alright about that but since then it’s been getting at me. I might ring him tonight, or should I wait until tomorrow night before going after him? I don’t know.

Where Did Sunday Go?

Today at work I couldn’t help but wondering where the weekend went, particularly Sunday. Saturday was a getting better sort of day after drinking far too much on Friday.

I hoped to get things done on Sunday. The flat needs a good spring clean and although I had the best of intentions I did nothing towards tidying up.

I lazed in bed most of the day, got a sore thumb from texting the girls at the office about Evan and amused myself if you know what I mean. I couldn’t help it. I was laying there watching a documentary one minute then his face popped up in my head and I was back there, dancing against the lump in his crotch and I couldn’t help myself. I even drifted off to sleep again after that.

In case you were wondering I was replying to the girls, not showing off to them. They kept asking if we’d gone to his when we left the club. Yes, we shared a taxi, but he was the perfect gentleman and just made sure I got in safely. In one way I wish he hadn’t because he is really cute, the other half of me is glad he didn’t try it on.

I wouldn’t have remembered most of it as I was wasted and that doesn’t make for the greatest sex. Especially for a first time. He rang me about half an hour ago and that’s what prompted me to write. I asked him to ring me later in the week so we could arrange something for the weekend. Should be fun.

Hung Over

Last night was great. Some bits are a bit blurry though.

I’ve had about three hours sleep and had to get up to answer the door to a salesman of all people. He kept me talking in the freezing cold with my toes feeling like they’d fall off. Eventually I got rid of him and thought I’d have a cup of coffee.

My head is pounding and I fill a little sick.

It’s not all bad, because I met a guy called Evan. Seems nice, good kisser and from his trouser bulge I think he likes me. More later but for now I think a darkened room and lots of water to drink is what I need.

TFI Friday

Ok, so this may be the way the rest of the world is feeling right now and nothing that you couldn’t have guessed, but thank goodness it’s Friday.

It’s been a hard week, but I’m off out tonight and assuming I don’t flake-out half way through the evening I should be in for a treat. It is Valentines Day tomorrow after all so I’ve got to pull. Right?

The weather’s a bit grotty but a few drinks should stop me thinking about that. That made me sound like a real lush didn’t it. Maybe I am LOL.

See y’all soon.

Shopping

I’m trying to find time to blog a little more frequently than I have been doing. Some bloggers out there put up posts every day or even more frequently. It makes me feel a little inadequate , LOL.

However today’s a day for shopping. Hey, even that’s made a post!

See you all around later.

Rachael

This is something that I used to fantasize about when I was at Uni. Rachael wasn’t bi, but I know she was bi-curious. We never quite got it on, even though I have to say I tried a couple of times. Of course her name isn’t Rachael in case she’s reading *giggle*.



I decided to go shopping in the January sales with a few friends from University. Had a fast food lunch, then most of the gang decided to move on to a bar. Rachael and I were not shopped-out so we headed off to a nearby department store.

After about half an hour we had made our way to the lingerie department. Rachael picked up a couple of bras and we both went to find a changing room. The queues were huge, so we enquired of a member of staff where the quietest changing rooms were. She suggested the new bridal section, that was not yet open to the public, had a perfectly usable changing room. She led us to a dimly lit corridor, flicked a switch and a room at the far end of the corridor lit up. “There you go girls”, she said, “just switch off the light when you’re done”.

The changing room was meant for wedding dress fittings and therefore large. The walls to the left and right of the door were mirrored, so we could see images of ourselves stretching out in either direction. On the wall opposite the door was a leather sofa deep, soft and red, the carpet was a deep pile also a rich red. “This is better than my flat, I’m moving in!” Rachael giggled.

At this point I left Rachael to try on the underwear. While standing in the corridor I suddenly heard Rachael let out a little squeal followed by, “Damn!”. “What’s up?”, I asked. “Help!”, said Rachael in mock panic, “I’ve caught my earring in my sweater, I need a hand”.

I opened the door a crack and slipped inside. Rachael was sat on the sofa with her head to one-side, gingerly trying to untangle herself. “Here, let me”, I said. Kneeling on the floor next to Rachael I removed the sweater I laid it on the floor next to the sofa.

Rachael was now sat on the sofa wearing only a short skirt and a thin bra covering her firm breasts. I couldn’t help but stare at them. I realised what I was doing, looked up and blushed as my eyes met Rachael’s. “I’m sorry I … “, I began. “It’s OK”, said Rachael, “Do you like them?”. I felt a rush of excitement, Rachael had only ever hinted she was interested in other women.

“Well I think you have very nice breasts”. “No”, said Rachael, “Do you like them? Would you like to touch them?”. I looked at her nipples, they seemed to suddenly swell and push through the material of her bra.

I raised my hands and pressed one on to each of her breasts. She leant over, placing her mouth next to my ear, “Well?”. “Yes”, I said, suddenly breathless, “I do”.

I slowly massaged Rachael’s breasts in a circular motion. Rachael began to moan. A familiar warm sensation began to grow inside me, rubbing her breasts was really doing it for me. My panties were becoming moist.

Rachael unhooked her bra. I released her breasts to allow her to throw it into one corner of the changing room. Then she stood up, I looked up at her, disappointed, thinking she’d had second thoughts. “We don’t need these”, smiled Rachael, removing her panties.

Only the material of her short skirt now separated me from her waiting slit. I lifted the skirt like a veil, to find it neatly trimmed, with an inviting odour. My tongue began probing, then found, her clitoris. “Yes”, breathed Rachael. I began flicking her clitoris with my tongue as I would use my finger on myself. Rachael began to sway, so I grasped her smooth buttocks pressing her bush into my face. I found myself digging my nails cruelly into her butt cheeks. The taste of her juices was heaven.

I began to lick her slit from top to bottom, faster, harder. Rachael’s juices began to run down her legs and my face, I felt her begin to shake. Rachel collapsed onto the sofa, leaving me knelt on the thick read carpet my crotch soaked with my own fluids. I watched as the Rachael rubbed her tits in her post-orgasmic glow. Looking up I saw the horniest tableau I had ever seen. It was the wanton image of Rachael, bare breasted with unashamedly exposed pussy and me breathless and face glistening, reflected endlessly in the mirrored walls.

I licked and slurped at her labia, sucking and nibbling her. The bucking her hips became so powerful that I had to hold her down. This seemed to excite her more, until she came over my face with a husky, “Yes, oh yes!”.

As I stood up, my swollen pussy lips rubbed against the crotch of my tight jeans, making me gasp with sudden pleasure.

“We ought to be going before someone comes”, said Rachael. “I thought you already did”, I giggled.

“Oh yes”, grinned Rachael, “Let’s go home. Yours or mine?”

The Gardener

This is a fantasy I keep having:

As I stood in the kitchen with our neighbour’s gardener behind me, I couldn’t help but smile to myself.

He had been working hard all morning and nobody was around to make him a drink, how fortuitous for me.

His body was well toned but not over developed, his hair dark brown and shortly cropped, his skin olive and glistening from his exertions. This guy was hot and I felt my pants were becoming increasingly moist … I had to turn my thoughts back to making him a cup of tea as the kettle had just boiled.

I could feel his breath on the back of my neck as he came closer to pick up his cup. My nipples were now erect and pressing hard against the lace cups of my bra and I was sure he could see my excitement unfolding. I was now trying very hard not to give away my desire to have this guy fuck me from behind, as my breathing became louder and deeper.

I turned to ask him how long he was going to take to complete the work next door and noticed that he was erect within his trousers and a damp patch had appeared at the end of his swollen glans. The faded, almost threadbare jeans he wore did nothing to hide the size of his prick or the fluids oozing from it.

“A couple of days” he replied. I couldn’t help myself, I was now staring down at his crotch and his eyes followed mine to the damp patch at the front of his jeans.

He gave me a smile then grabbed both of my breasts firmly in his hands and squeezed the nipples hard, which caused me to let out a moan of pleasure.

Kneeling down in front of him I ran my fingernails along the length of his hard shaft through the denim of his jeans. He responded by saying in a wanton tone “Yes”. I opened my mouth and bit gently through the denim and felt his cock swell with the sensation. With this he fell back against the kitchen units, letting the work surface take his weight.

Still on my knees I unzipped his jeans and reached inside for his prick. It was as hard as stone with his juices dripping from the end, I gently licked him clean and took the tip in to my mouth. He let out a sigh as I began to flick my tongue around the head of his tool. I moved my lips down his cock until he was fully in my mouth and hitting the back of my throat and then I began to move my head backwards and forwards whilst sucking hard on that wonderful prick.

“Careful, you’ll make me cum if you carry on and I want to shoot my load inside you” he exclaimed.

I loosened my grip on his glans and got to my feet to lead him in to the living room. He removed his jeans and boxers and I slipped out of my white cotton dress and led him to the settee.

As he sat on the edge of the settee his erect penis stood to attention between his legs beckoning me to touch it. I moved in closer and tried to kneel in front of him whilst removing my bra but the sight of my full and firm breasts caused him to lick his lips. It was too much for him. He pulled me to him and ravenously took each nipple in turn and sucked hard.

I eventually slid down and reached between his legs placing his cock between my breasts, which were glistening with his saliva. Pressing both breasts together I moved slowly up and down his throbbing cock. Each thrust rubbing his bell end and stimulating him to ooze juices once again. I was now moving up and down in a frenzied way as I watched his face contorting with pleasure and his groans getting deeper.

“Fuck. I want to fuck you hard” he said as he stood up and bent me over the settee, causing my cunt to stick out towards his groin. He moved my panties aside and parted my wet swollen lips with his fingers then inserted his hot, hard cock. I moaned with the sensation of his cock hitting the back of my pussy.

He was now ripping in and out of me and I was becoming intoxicated with sexual arousal. My cunt was so swollen that each time he thrust in to me I could feel the hood of his cock stimulating my g-spot and making my hips snake.

I found myself shouting out “fuck me, fuck me deep and hard” and had to bury my face in to a pillow to stifle my enjoyment. I felt his balls slapping my buttocks as he rammed himself deeper in to me.

Then the sweet moment arrived and with a loud “Oh yes!”, I came on that thrusting, hard cock. “Do you want some more?” I nodded, breathless and unable to speak, and he doubled the speed with which he was pumping in and out of me. I could feel another orgasm building as my insides went in to spasm once again.

He moaned, “I’m gonna come” and I felt his cock pulse and swell as he shot his load deep inside my welcoming pussy. He couldn’t contain his excitement as he thrust so deep and hard that it felt like he was trying to climb inside my wet pussy.

We both collapsed to the floor and he put his arm around my quivering body. We lay in each other’s arms for some time, caressing each other. After a few minutes he got dressed and returned to his day job.

This was not the last time I would fuck like crazy with a stranger; I got turned on at the thought of luring my next victim home for a fuck.