Suzi's Sexy Blog

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.

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.

An Erotic story about me!

Yesterday I told you that we are taking photos of me this weekend, and we will be.  I told my fella I had mentioned this in my blog and he came up with part of a little sexy story he had written some time ago.  It's actually about the first time he photographed me.  We were on our first holiday together on the Mediterranean and it was at a time when he was toying with the idea of writing stories to go with his photographs.  He never told me he had written this one.  It's really sexy, but very long, but I thought I would post the part here that is about the photo shoot.  It made me feel horny so you never know, it may have the same effect on you!

He trashed the idea of writing stories for photos, partly because it takes up a great deal of time, and also because, soon after he thought of the idea, he got a shed load of photography work.  But he still has the stories, so I may post a few of them here now and again. I'll put them all on pages of this blog, so you can have a look if you like. That is, after I've read them first!

But anyway, the first one is here.  It's just a little excerpt, but a very sexy one.  Oh yes, and the names have been changed, of course. Anyway, just click on the link or look for the page.

I hope you enjoy it.  I did!

Tags: erotica, writing, photos, sex

Clubbing and thoughts on sex

I'm in London at the moment doing some glamour work and I'm staying here tonight, with a girlfriend. 

We'll probably go clubbing.  she wants to try a new club off Oxford Street, in a basement. She says it's all dark and retro.  My mum would probably love it - it's supposed to be like the clubs they had in the 60s (whoops!  Come to think of it, my mum was too young to go clubbing in the 60s - sorry Mum!  Ok, maybe my Gran).  I'm not sure if it'll be my type of place.  I hope it's not a jazz club.  I just can't get into jazz, it hurts my head!  But I love blues and lots of the small London clubs have blues singers, so I'll keep my fingers crossed.

My boyfriend doesn't mind me clubbing with my friends that much.  He says he trusts me!  I suppose he's right.  He's my man and apart from the odd work assignment, while we're together I won't have sex with any other man.  Women are another thing of course, but he knows that!

He keeps on hinting about doing some filming of me with another guy or two.  Says we ought to set up a little business to sell pics and videos of me with other guys and girls.  I suppose girls would be okay, as long as he didn't get off with one of them.  But I really don't know how I would feel having him film me having sex with another guy.  As it is, I insist that he doiesn't work for the same companies I do for that very reason.  I don't think I could get into it if he was watching.

And in any case, if it was the other way around I would be really jealous and upset.  Call me possessive if you like, but if I thought he was having sex with another woman, it would hurt me a lot.  He says he doesn't and I believe him, I think.

But I'm getting a bit too thoughtful here and that does me no good at all!

I'm all dressed up ready to go out.  All I need to do is add the odd bit of bling and I'm ready to hit the town.

Cross your fingers for me that I don't end up in a jazz club.

Thanks!

A sexy welcome home

I'm back home in the UK.  I have a couple of days off now until my next job, which is a photo shoot in London.

I can't say I was that pleased to be back in the UK.  The weather is cold and miserable and the train from the airport was packed, and then I had to wait ages for a taxi at the other end.

But as soon as I staggered in the front door I got a huge welcome!  My lovely afghan leaped at me and nearly pushed me off my feet, he was so pleased to see me.  Even my cat came and rubbed her fur against my legs.  And as for my boyfriend,  just one look at the bulge in his jeans told me how pleased he was!

So I had a warm, relaxing shower and this time I was joined by my lovely man.  His cock felt even bigger and harder than I remember, and I was only away for a few days.

Talk about being rubbed raw!  But it was great.  I'm sat here typing this and my pussy is swollen, but I still feel horny.

Maybe I'll come back and write some more later :)

Tags: sex, shower, horny

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