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A perfect-fucking-Friday!

October 25th, 2008

…On a Friday night, most people are out with their friends or lovers enjoying dinner, watching a movie, celebrating, drinking and/or dancing.

I, however, stayed in and chilled out on the sofa. Oh, and had phone sex with Ben. Now that is what I call a perfect-fucking-Friday!

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What accent/accents (if any) turn you on?

October 17th, 2008

For me, I have to say the different American accents drive me wild. I think I was constantly horny in the presence of a hot American guy whilst on vacation – and believe me, there are LOTS of them! The Australian accent also really does it for me!

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God bless America!

October 17th, 2008

So I landed back in the UK this morning. I couldn’t sleep on the plane and was in quite a mess driving from the airport back home. I’d been awake for 22 hours, I was shattered. All I can say is “God bless Starbucks!”

Both Orlando and Saint Pete Beach in Florida are amazing. Getting away was exactly what I needed, a fun first week in Orlando – mainly Disneyworld, then a second week relaxing by the pool and on the beach. It felt good.

I even switched my phone off for the duration of my holiday but admitedly I took advantage of the free wi-fi in the lobby at our first hotel, and by the pool of the second hotel – I guess I can’t completely cut off.

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The Dirty Angel, One Hundred Dollaroonie!

October 2nd, 2008

This morning I’m flying to Florida and will return in two weeks time!
I’m going on a girls holiday! Hehe! Catch up soon my darlings!

Dirty Angel
xxx

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Time to fess up

September 29th, 2008

There is something I should need to tell you about my relationship with Rich, it’s over. After all this time of searching for “the one”, the one who can give me great sex AND love me too, I’ve discovered it’s me who has commitment issues - Rich asked me to move in with him. He took me to see this amazing house in the country and I froze, when I saw the excitement in his face, I didn’t want to say “No”, but I couldn’t say “Yes”.

The history I have with Rich is like nothing I’ve had before and he’s an amazing guy but I’m 22, I’m too young to be settling down, again, just yet, I’ve done that before and it was been a huge mistake. As much as I thought I may have been falling in love with Rich, it’s just not for me right now. I’d like to think we’ll stay friends but sadly I think we’ve passed that point one too many times.

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God bless MSN

September 27th, 2008

So this weekend, I am back in Leeds and I am on my own for once. I logged on to MSN this afternoon and instantly my favourite man popped up. Here’s some of our MSN log:

Rich: I had a wank over your tits this morning. Just right, pert, nice nipples, would look great with my cum all over them right now. Every time I look at your picture, it makes me want to eat your pussy from behind, get really stuck in.

DA: Oh yes? Why’s that?

Rich: It’s the curves. Nice pert tits and a lovely round arse sticking out behind that just need sucking.

DA: Tell me what you’d do baby?

Rich: You know what I’d do to you, dine on your pussy and your ass till you exploded and then fuck you into next week.

He’s always such a tease when I’m away so what else can a hot young couple get up to? Phone sex? Oh hell yes!

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Smooth move

September 24th, 2008

Seems like I’ve been in London so much recently, I was here again this week for a conference which was thankfully as success. I stayed at Rich’s all week. In fact, it’s safe to say, I’m half moved in. Half my wardrobe is here, half of it back in my apartment in Leeds. Whether I’ll move for real is a different story but the passion we share is so amazing, I’d find it hard to say no if he asked.

When I arrived to his on Tuesday evening after the conference, I allowed myself in to the apartment, it was fairly late but he was still up. When I walked in to the kitchen he had the cheekiest grin on his face, he pushed me up against the wall and leaned in to kiss me. Pinning me by my shoulders against the wall.

He kissed my neck softly, gently nibbling. Digging his fingertips in to my back as his lips moved down my neck and on to my collarbone. He stopped there looking up in to my eyes. He came back up to my level and moved in to kiss me again. Pulling me closer in to him, holding our bodies close together as he slid his hands down on to my lower back, just slightly above my ass.

We continued kissing as we fell back in to the wall and it didn’t take long for his kisses to fall down my neck and collarbone. I’d been in the apartment less than two minutes and already I was incredibly worked up from the kissing. He began lifting my top up, running his fingers up my bare skin, lifting my top further. He lifted it to just above my breasts where I reached my arms up for him to pull it off.

I pushed him through the doorway of our bedroom and towards the bed, making him trip slightly so he landed on it. He grabbed my arm, pulling me in to him so I was on top.

We rolled around kissing one another in a fuelled-frenzy so one minute I was on top, next he was. With one hand gripping on to and squeezing my ass, he used his free hand to undo the clasp of my bra.

I giggled looking at him “Is this our way of talking after a hard day at work?”

“Yes. It’s a good way to communicate” he winked.

“Nice” I giggled, “We should talk more often”

I winked at him and he threw me aside to climb on top again. His lips pressing in to my neck once again, moving lower to my collarbone and down to my bare breasts, erect nipples where he gently teased and flicked his tongue around the outside of my nipples. He continued to tease me, pressing his lips in to my breasts, kissing my nipples one at a time as his hands ran up and down my back, gently digging his nails in to my skin.

His kisses led back up my body, gently nibbling on my ear lobe.

“I have a surprise baby” he grinned, “Get dressed, we’re going out…Oh and wear the green dress you know I love”

With that, he left the room. I had wondered why he was wearing his smart jeans and his Armani shirt. In a rush of excitement and giddy like a schoolgirl, I flicked through my wardrobe picking out the dress he adored wondering exactly what this surprise could be…

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Number three…

September 10th, 2008

With a few seminars and conferences happening in London this week, I decided to take the long drive to London early to check out the venue and make double sure I was happy with the set-up.

Afterwards I headed over to Rich’s apartment but when I arrived he was on the phone, business as usual. I put my bags down and waited in the kitchen, leaning over the counter smiling as I looked around at the spotless open plan living area. It was obvious that his cleaner had been the day before.

I picked up the newspaper and had a brief read through as I waited. As soon as he put the phone down he walked up behind me, wrapping his arms around me from behind. He started nuzzling my neck and earlobe. I smiled, leaning back in to his hug, bringing my arms out behind me to hold on to him.

His hands moved from wrapping all around me to resting on my hips. He smiled, told me how good it was to see me, how he’d missed me. Words a girl will always love to hear. His lips began kissing my neck again as his hands began rubbing my hips through the material of the checkered mini skirt I was wearing.

I began twisting my hips a little, pushing them back in to him. His hands slid down my thighs gently as he continued kissing my neck and the top of my shoulders.

The way he was kissing me was getting my attention. I was getting hornier and hornier. I was starting to writhe a little now, rubbing my ass back in to my groin. I could feel how hard he was and as he started to push himself against me I started grinding a little harder against him.

His hands slipped under my skirt and against my hips. His fingers tracing the outline of the white lace panties I knew were his favourites. As he discovered them I felt him smile against my neck

“Your attention to detail on the underwear side of things still really turns me on”

“What can I say sweetie, matching underwear and looking good is very important to me” I giggled.

With one hand on my hip the other slid along the front of my panties. Tracing the fingers along the line where they join my soft white skin. I moaned softly, still grinding my ass against his cock.

As his hand slipped over the front of me I let out a gasp. His finger traced a line down over the material and gently against brushing my clit. I tried to turn around to face him but he braced me against him with his spare hand. Continuing to kiss my neck.

Still over the material running a line up and down my pussy lips. He could tell I was starting to flush a little in the face. I reached a hand between me to touch his cock but he swiftly moved back.

“I want you, now…but I’m going to make you wait. I’m going to make you beg me…”

His finger began pressing a little harder against me and he could feel how wet he was making me. He continued to rub me like this moving his free hand up my thighs and under my skirt.

Using the mirror against the wall in the living room to watch me. I caught his eye in our reflection where he smiled and winked at me. I wonder how long he’d been watching my reaction in the mirror. The thought had biting my lip. We hadn’t even kissed each other but all this attention had me wanting him more than ever.

He slipped his hand all the way up my side. Over my skirt and across my stomach. I smiled, arching my back and highlighting the shape of my breasts through the fitted blouse I was wearing. The padding of my bra thin enough to reveal the hard nipples underneath it.

He moved his hand up from my stomach over my shirt, brushing his hand against my breasts, freely over my front. All the while his other hand still applied pressure ever so slightly more and more, rubbing his finger up and down my pussy lips. He was driving me wild and he could tell how damp my panties were. My juices soaking through, wetting his finger tips.

His breathing started getting heavier. Every breath hard against my neck. Our eyes meeting in the mirror as he moves his hand firmly over one breast squeezing gently whilst his fingers slide up under the lace of my panties. The feeling of his skin against mine catches my attention like no other feeling.

I moan out loud as his fingers continue to run up and down my, creeping in between them to brush over my clit and pussy hole. Together we were breathing heavily and I knew how close to the edge I was.

He pushes his hand under my blouse, pulling my white lace bra down so my breasts spill over the top, rubbing my nipples in the palm of his hands in gentle circular motions, barely touching them. My moans getting more and more uncontrollable. His cock digging in to my back.

He focused his other hand more on my clit, gently moving in circles. I felt like I couldn’t hold on much longer, I mumbled, begging for him to be inside me. He moved his hand from under my blouse to joining his other hand between my legs. He started to penetrate me with just the very tip of one finger, holding it there as he continued to play with my clit.

He applied more pressure and I could feel my knees starting to give. I placed my hands on the counter to hold myself up. With my eyes closed, I bit my bottom lip, moaning, groaning, struggling to stand. Suddenly he pushed his finger deep inside me. I opened my eyes, a huge gasp over taking me as my pussy clenched against his finger.

I fell forward against the counter and he continued fucking my pussy with his finger. It felt like the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. He nibbled my earlobe, pushing his finger against my g-spot still. I was begging him to stop, my pussy barely able to take it.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore he pulled his finger out and instantly I was squirting. Gushing my juices over his hand, over my legs and on to the tiled floor in a puddle. He smiled looking at me in the mirror. I was breathless, my skin bright red, my entire body shaking as he held me up.

He picked me up and placed me gently on the sofa where he started to unbutton my blouse, climbing on top of me to kiss me lightly on the lips and along my neck line.

He pulled off my blouse, lowering his head to suck my nipples. His hands finding their way back between my legs. One finger gently rubbing my clit and one back inside my a little again, moving in slow lazy circles.

I was moaning loudly again and we both knew it wouldn’t take much time to get me off a second time so he sped up a little, pushing another finger inside me. He started slamming his fingers inside me, his palm hitting my clit and like fireworks I was coming again, sliding myself over his fingers all the way, fucking them as they fucked me.

I lay there for a moment as he slowed down with his fingers. My eye lids fluttering as I smiled, barely able to breath let alone speak a word. He licked his fingers looking down at me. I was covered in sweat, bright red and verging on an asthma attack but god I loved every moment.

Rich wasn’t finished just yet though. He moved his way down my body, kissing the tops of my thighs. I wanted his cock but he wanted to make me cum a third time first.

My clit is incredibly sensitive today and my skin tender but god every time I think about it I can’t help but see what a magic number, number three, is. Mmm…

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The chaser or the chased?

September 8th, 2008

When it comes to relationships (whether you’re in one, or what you’re having is just plain fun), are you the chaser, or are you the chased?

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Your best sexual experience?

September 4th, 2008

Mine was in a hotel room at something crazy like 4:00 am on a Tuesday morning. It was slow, sexy, highly intense. 69 was possibly my favourite moment, making him cum and hearing his sexy groans. Gets me worked up just thinking about it!

Tell me about your best sexual experience! When was it? Where was it? What position? What made it so great?

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A perfect-fucking-Friday!

What accent/accents (if any) turn you on?

God bless America!

The Dirty Angel, One Hundred Dollaroonie!

Time to fess up

God bless MSN

Smooth move

Number three…

The chaser or the chased?

Your best sexual experience?

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