Suzi's Sexy Blog

Happy Sexy Christmas and Antonio Banderas!

Today is my first day off for - it seems like for ever!  My agent got me signed up for so many Christmas promotions that in the end I didn't know whether I was a sexy fairy, cinderella, snow white (lol!), or a biker slut!

Yes, every big shop has something to use sex to promote at Christmas (but a last minute gift of a motorbike seems a bit much!).  And who am I to complain?  The money's not bad at all!

But now I am so tired.  and last night all I wanted to do was cuddle up to my boyfriend on the sofa, with my big hairy dog on the other side keeping me extra cosy.  We laid back and watched some rubbish on TV.  I was even too tired to want sex, and that's a first!

But I did see a really sexy ad on the telly, for perfume - men's I think, I was too interested in the commercial to notice, lol!  Antonio Banderas was in it and he is still so hot!

Maybe something's stirring after all.

Merry Christmas!

A new friend ...

I was talking yesterday about finding a friend for my Jack Rabbit. Well, I've found one. 'He' is quiet, he's waterproof ... and he's a duck!

He's called I RUB MY DUCKIE to be precise and he's a rezzer in disguise. I can take him with me in the shower, or play with him in the bedroom and introduce him to 'jack'. I've bought all the cleaning products to go with him, as he needs to be kept very clean, of course, but then all good ducks do!
And the best part is that no one will ever know he's a vibrator, so I don't even have to hide him away when my mum comes to stay.

I can't wait for him to arrive so I can give him a nice wet welcome!

What to do with used up sex toys

I should be in bed now - I've had a busy day modelling lingerie - but my boyfriend is out and I cannot get to sleep. I tried out my trusty Jack Rabbit, but I still feel wide awake! Rats! I have to be up at 6am! And my Rabbit, although still working very well, could do with a little friend, I think.

So I have been looking at some websites, and got side tracked and usual, and I found this: Sex Toy Cemetary (which I got to from Boinkology - great name!). I made sure my Rabbit was packed away well before I continued, lol!

Well, that link took me on to another site for (would you believe this?) Recycling Your Sex Toys!  I dunno. Not sure I like that idea, but I do see their point, especially if you are keen on saving the environment (or if you have a wacky sense of humour).

But I think that I would rather bury my Rabbit when his time comes. After all, just lately he is becoming quite a companion, just like this girl's clitoral pump was to her:

A load of Golden Balls - or not?

Just a quick note here as I'm incredibly busy with Xmas promotions and things .... but I just had to ask this...

(Picture from The Daily Mail)
Are those 'Golden Balls' real ...?

Evidently a spokesman from Giorgio Armani (for whom David Beckham is promoting these tight white briefs) is making 'no comment'....

Lucky Victoria if this is not air brushed!

Was it worth it?

This isn't a sexy post as such, but it is related to sex - in a very damaging way :)

I just found this image here
and I just had to post it!

A girl after my own heart!

Spanking Video - maybe

My agent has finally heard from the little porn company that offered me work.  As you know, they deal mainly in 'tease' stuff and fetishes (stockings, pantyhose, legs, feet, that type of thing).  But they are setting out on a new venture.  They are getting together a site dedicated to spanking.  And guess who they want to star in one of their first videos?!

I must admit that I am into spanking.  Not in a big way, but I do like the odd slap with a paddle from my boyfriend.  It really turns him on too.  I don't like pain though, and I definitely don't want to end up with whipping marks!  So I got my agent to assure me that the spanking that would take place would be light.

He said that this company is into real as opposed to fake porn and the spanking would therefore be very real. Which means I will end up with a very red bum!  I have worked for porn companies before who add blusher to the girl's backside to make it look red and sore and, to tell you the truth, I was hoping that would be the case with this company.  You know, a few slaps with a paddle or a light touch with a whip to start things off, then a quick cut for some blusher to be liberally rubbed into my bum cheeks and then on with the show!

This needs more consideration I think.

Creepy Guy!

I met the adult film producer as arranged.  We had a drink and a bite to eat in a bar on the South Bank.  Although it was cold it was quite sunny, so we sat outside for a while.  This also meant we could smoke, which of course you can't do inside English pubs anymore.  I don't smoke much, but I like a cigarette with a drink, especially if I'm a bit tense, as I was today.

It was like I was treading a thin line between being polite and friendly and trying not to encourage the guy in any way.  But as it turned out, he either didn't notice my plan, or ignored it.  The guy is creepy!

Right from the start he was all 'touchy feely', 'guiding' me with his hands and lightly brushing my bum.  He was good too.  Just the odd 'accidental touch', in a way that wasn't enough for me to accuse him of meaning to touch me without having him reply, "opps sorry, it was an accident!"  You know the type.

So I sat there, squirming inside while he talked about his work, making lots of innuendos and staring at me very intently with the odd glance down at my boobs (well covered incidentally, it was cold!).  Now and again he brushed my hands and it was all I could do not to pull them away immediately.  I ended up sitting with my hands in my lap, occasionally quickly reaching for my drink and then hiding my hands again!

Of course this is a problem I find all the time.  Because I'm a model and a minor porn actress, fellas think I'm easy game.  They think that just cos I'm sexy and generous in front of the cameras I'm there for the taking.  Not so!  You don't usually get this with guys in the business.  They  know better. But there always has to be a few creeps.

Anyway, to cut a long (and horrible) story short, I managed to get through the lunchtime drink unscathed.  Luckily I truthfully had to hurry away straight afterwards as I did have a modelling appointment to keep.

Not a mention was made of any future work for me in the guy's company and to tell the truth I'm glad.  I never want to see the creep again!

The creep, however, seems to think he's on to a good thing and assumes I will meet up with him again soon, despite me giving him some very negative signals by the end of our meeting.

I think I'll just have to leave the phone on messages for the next few days.

Strange telephone call....

I had a call this afternoon from the director of the porn shoot I did a little while ago - you know, the one where I refused to swallow and nearly messed the shoot up (is that a pun? lol!).  Anyway, he had said he would be in touch to give me more work, but I hadn't been holding my breath.  Then out of the blue he rang.

The strange thing is, he didn't want to talk about me making another film for him.  He said it would be nice if we met up for a drink soon.

Now I'm no mug when it comes to fellas.  An invitation for a drink could be just his excuse to get into my panties.  But there again, I could do with some more film work.  It's difficult.  I didn't want to push too much by asking lots of questions and perhaps ruin my chances for work, but I did say I would have to check my diary, to find a day when I wasn't going out anywhere with my boyfriend, and I hope he took the hint from that.

But fellas don't always take the hint, do they?

So I've arranged to meet him for a lunchtime drink on Tuesday. I'm in London doing some modelling work that afternoon, so I won't be able to stay too long.  And I'll see what comes of that, so to speak!  But I'm still a little curious about what to expect.

Never mind, must get off the computer and go and cuddle my nice warm man now.  See ya!

Fantastic Sex!

After talking here about my first love and how a few old feelings for him have been stirred up, I felt really guilty.  I hope my boyfriend hasn't read that entry.  I don't want to hurt him.  I thought about deleting it, but this blog is supposed to be about me and my sex life, and my first love was definitely a large influence on that.  So I left it there, but the whole episode had left me feeling really confused.

I was feeling that way a couple of hours after posting that entry when my boyfriend came in.  He cuddled me straight away and things got going and we had the most amazing sex!

He laid me on the bed and covered me in a lovely smelling oil and rubbed it all over me, working down from my shoulders to my waist and up from my feet to the tops of my thighs.  It was so nice and warm.  It felt great!

And then he began to massage the oil into my buttocks, and as he did it he pushed harder, so that my pussy was rubbing hard on the bed.  And then he turned me over and gently and slowly massaged my boobs.  Was my pussy  throbbing!  And he slowly worked down to my waist and gently rubbed my tummy.  By that time I was desperate!

He moved in and nuzzled my pubes and slowly licked inside my thighs, flicking his tongue on my pussy, but only now and again.  I tried to push my pussy forward so that he had to give it all his attention, but he kept me waiting.

I was cumming already and he hadn't even put his tongue inside me.  I was so wet!

Then he stood up and removed his pants.  His dick was huge already!  I begged him to put it inside me.  He didn't say a word.  He just pulled me towards him, wrapped my legs around his hips and, very very slowly, pushed his dick into my pussy.  I came there and then!

He stayed still until I had recovered and then he began to move backwards and forwards inside me.  He got faster and faster and my pussy began to throb again and grip his dick tight.  I was completely out of it.  I was seeing stars!

And when he came he exploded inside me for ages and that made me cum all over again.  I thought my pussy would never stop vibrating!

He collapsed on top of me and moved so we lay together sideways, with his dick still inside me.  We lay there for ages, completely shagged out!

I woke up a couple of hours later and he was still inside me.  I love that!  But I pulled off and went and had a shower.  After that I got us both a glass of wine and climbed back into bed and cuddled up to my lovely man.

Thinking about it, maybe he did read that entry and wanted to show me that he's still my man and my best lover.  If that's the case it definitely worked!

My First Real Sex

I haven't blogged for a couple of days as I haven't been feeling that great.  I've had my first cold of the winter.  I still did a modelling assignment yesterday, but all I wanted to do after getting home from working in a cold, drafty studio was curl up by the fire and feel sorry for myself!

Catching lots of colds is one of the hazards of travelling regularly on London tubes.  Packed in like sardines and breathing in everyone's germs (and garlic breath) is a sure way to pick something up!

That reminds me of something I had to tell you.  I was in a tube station yesterday when I saw a guy I hadn't seen for some time.  He was my first boyfriend at university.  I'd had boyfriends before, but he was special as he was the one who showed me that sex doesn't have to be a quick bang behind the cycle sheds or in the back of some boy's clapped out car.  And he showed me that some men (like him) think it's important that girls cum as well as them.  And that was a first!

We got together in the first week of term.  We had loads in common.  We liked the same sort of music, we had the same stupid sense of humour, and we both loved clubbing, which meant that by the end of the first few weeks we also had something else in common.  We were both broke!

But that was good in a way because we had to stay in a lot and then we really got to know each other.  And that meant having lots of sex!

He taught me loads of new things.  I had never done the '69' position until then and I was a bit shy about him licking out my pussy, but it made me feel so good!  And he had a lovely big dick too.  He showed me the right way to give him a handjob; how to grip just tightly enough so that I could rub up and down his dick; how to tease the sensitive tip.... I can give a great handjob now!  And he was so caring.  Looking back, it may have been because he thought that was the best way to get me to have mind blowing sex with him, but I don't care.  He taught me so much, and at the time he loved me too and that, I guess, is what made the sex so fantastic.

We had a fairly long love affair.  It lasted for a couple of years with only one short break up.  But then he had to go abroad for a year as part of his course and it all fell apart.  He had his life and I had mine.  We e-mailed each other when we could and sometimes we even wrote.  Phoning cost too much money so that was out of the question.  So we just lost touch.

By the time he came back I had graduated and moved on.  We lived quite far apart from each other, so there was no point in meeting up again.  So we just didn't bother. 

And now I've seen him again and all those old feelings are starting to come back.  He's still really fit.  Lovely silky black hair and big brown eyes.  I love his voice too.  I wasn't really looking my best (being ill with my cold), so I was a bit embarassed for him to see me, but he seemed really pleased. 

We had a quck chat, but we were both in a rush and had different tubes to catch, so it didn't take long.  We swopped phone numbers though.

It's probably because I'm still feeling a bit low after my cold, but I am thinking about him a lot right now.  I love my boyfriend to bits so I don't know quite what this is all about. And I guess the feelings will wear off in a day or two.

That is, if he doesn't get in touch.