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Holiday Sex – Embarrassing Sex?

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Holiday Sex Matters

Sometimes you just cannot account for things that make you laugh out loud but leave you embarrassed to your core. Such a thing happened to me last year while my partner and I were employed in a little holiday sex.

We were having a joyous period – good things continually raining down upon us- and a magical holiday on a Greek island was one of these happenings.


From our studio room you could view the sea, but the bed itself was over-looked (through the window) from the top of the building outside. When I say over-looked I mean that someone standing on the said roof could see straight into our bed room and indeed view the double bed in its entirety. But why would anyone be on the roof top in the middle of the day when it wasn’t used for anything except for satellite dishes and solar panels?

By midday the temperature on the beach was soaring. The only thing to do was go back to the room, have some lunch, a glass of wine, an afternoon siesta and some raunchy holiday sex.

My body was turning an attractive golden brown and under instruction I was stretched out taut on the bed. My man tied both feet to the corner posts at the bottom of the bed. He came up to the top and kissed me while tying my hands above my head onto the bed board.

I do appreciate that some people reading this may struggle to understand how and why I can put my body under the restraint and control of a man. It is not something I do lightly. It demands a high degree of trust and intensity that strengthens the bond and desire that flows between us. I do it for him, but it is also what I want -and need- from a relationship. It gives me the gift to be totally myself with my man; I wonder how many of you can own that? Continue reading Holiday Sex – Embarrassing Sex?

Living Matters – Appreciate Your Life

Living Matters – June 2016

living mattersMake it Matter

Well, I had a bit of misfortune recently that has left me laid up in bed or resting for at least the next few weeks, possibly more. When you are an agile, able bodied, independent woman like me and you find yourself reliant on someone else 24/7, you feel humbled and subservient and somewhat frustrated.  

My relationship with my man is bound up in many things: chemistry, desire, compatibility, engagement, spontaneity, attraction, captivation, need. We care about each other greatly and show this in the time we devote to each other, but not usually by having to physically take care of the other person on a day to day basis.

His total selflessness in the way he is looking after me has made me feel very meek and reflect on my good fortune of having him as my man.

I am not worthy.

When I first met him many years ago I knew that in some areas I was, as the phrase goes, batting above my weight. Such a situation could find me attempting to push the limits, needing to maintain a level of control. But at this time we had different lives to live. We parted amicably without knowing if we would ever meet again. However, it remained in my memory that It was not common for me to have met someone like him. I felt I slotted in with him so comfortably, while still maintaining high levels of adrenalin-fuelled feelings.

I certainly believed it was our destiny to find each other in another time, another place. Without him I would be a lesser person. Without him I would not challenge myself. Without him I would not experience immensely blissful times dotted with pure exasperation.

When I look at him, or the components of him, I am filled up inside with warmth and delight. When I listen to him I hear music. His scent fills my nostrils and desire rises in me. I touch him and I am often lost in another world where just the two of us exist.

These last few weeks have felt almost torturous for me at times. Not only am I captive but I am not allowed to feel his belt on my skin; his hand as it lands firmly on my face; his cock as it intrudes into my cunt before I am properly awake in the morning. At night I sniff the air and smell him, wanting to push my body against him and let him take control of me, in the way only he has been able to. I am not allowed.

Living Matters

I can now look back and see how lucky we have been. We have indulged ourselves in sexual hedonism tinged with deep desire and love. How many people are fortunate to get all that within their coupling?

Laying here I long for this illness to be over. I don’t think in general I took my life for granted, but once I am well and able I will be sure to savour every single moment. Living matters!

Read here what I got up to before this.

Belt your bitch on the beach - fun in the sun!
Belt your bitch on the beach – fun in the sun!

Belt Your Bitch – Fun in the Sun

Belt Your Bitch – Fun in the Sun

Mid May 2016

Spontaneity Matters

Today we ventured a bit further from the idyllic village where we are fortunate enough to be staying for the next few weeks. We  had been to this beach once before and were surprised to find it occupied, as a local man had informed us that it was almost always deserted and you could bathe naked there.

To reach the beach we had to cross the cliff top where the terrain was full of rocks and brambles. The journey proved worth the effort as the shoreline was completely vacant, not a body in sight.

Belt your bitch on the beach - fun in the sun!
Belt your bitch on the beach – fun in the sun!

We laid our towels beside a tree for shade and began our picnic. This consisted of bread, cheese, tomatoes and lemoncilla.  As the beach was still void of inhabitants we stripped bare and swam in the sea. It was glorious to feel how buoyant my large breasts became in the sea water. Weightless.

Warm and Relaxed

Laying out on the towels it was inevitable,  in such a relaxed, charmed atmosphere, that we began to fondle each other. I always get great pleasure in looking at his cock when we are in our usual habitat, but here as I reached out to place it in my hand the allure seemed amplified.

With my long slim fingers  I gently stroked its length and circled the tip with my thumb. As it began to swell he leaned over and caressed my nipples.

Spontaneously he jumped up, grabbed his shorts and suggested  I follow him. I ran after him to an indented, even more secluded part of the beach.

“Lean against that rock,” he instructed.

Belt your Bitch on the Beach

I placed my hands against the rock face, my naked  body still dripping from our swim. I could see him removing the belt from his shorts and knew what was coming next. The delicious warm leather struck my arse cheek with two or three blows in quick succession. Without deliberation he followed this with a strike to my shoulder. I took a sharp intake of breath. The sea crashed on the pebbled shore behind me, the sun beat down. I felt so alive.

He put the belt down and i turned to face him. I could see his cock stiff and ready.

“Suck it bitch,”  he ordered.

I crouched and started licking his penis. It wasn’t long until it was fully taken in by my lips and submerged in my mouth. The taste was delightfully salty from the ocean. He held my head and thrust for his pleasure. Then he stopped and looked down at me. We laughed at our venture and headed back to our towels where we spent an agreeable hour or more reading and sunbathing.

If you liked “belt your bitch” read here why I am writing this type of blog.



Date Night helps you to know each other better

Date Night can take your relationship to a more intense level.

Date Night Matters

So it’s date night. Or date day. We started date night accidentally right at the beginning of our partnership. We had known each other for years so were well aware of where we wanted to take the sexual side of our relationship. The chemistry between us and general compatibility were very high and so we were both inspired to take the sex, and consequently the relationship as a whole, to a more intense level. Date night grew out of this desire.

With this in mind, on one of the first occasions we got to spend time together alone, he had set up a whole scenario which involved cable ties, ropes, whips and other such paraphernalia. After the course of events had been taken through to its natural conclusion we were exhilarated and excited about what we had achieved. (Read about it here). We were also somewhat exhausted mentally and physically. We were always going to have a lot of sex, but knew these special nights would have to be limited to keep them that way. I have children who are just starting to make their way in the world – I’m not in the throes of youth anymore, and neither is he.

Giving Your Time Matters

Life can be busy but we value each other and our relationship highly enough to make the time and effort to indulge the sexual pleasures we enjoy. We never fail to feel closer after a date night and may savour that time by talking about what went on for days. The evenings are generally more distinctive than the date-days as added time and effort are put into them.

Once we have set aside a night – usually about every 3/4 weeks – I start to plan my makeup and what I am going to wear. This will depend on whether we are meeting out or staying in. Often he will tell me put e how he wishes me to dress. I enjoy adorning myself just for him more than if I was going out to a bar or restaurant to socialise.  This is reflected in the great deal of effort I put into my appearance – right down to plucking eyebrows and painting nails. I am not a plastic woman and am indeed fortunate for my age to have excellent breasts, very good skin and lips, good hands and nails and long legs.  I would never dream of subjecting my body to false boobs, nails or hair. Indeed if I did my man would run a mile!

Date nights make me feel valued and appreciated. He always makes the effort to cook an excellent meal and plans the setting and the equipment to be used. He indulges me with compliments and champagne. Date days can be even more exciting as they are often spontaneous and the experience can be far more urgent and explicit. These encounters reaffirm in my mind why we are together. For him I submit because in my mind he deserves me to.

Date Night can go wrong

What happens when a date night goes wrong – or not as you had anticipated? It can happen. It is quite possible for a situation to escalate way out of control and an evening to end in tears and emotional confusion, instead of the more desired scenario. Continue reading Date Night helps you to know each other better

How Do I Tell My Partner About My Fantasies?

How do i tell my partner about my fantasies?

Communication is key…

How Do I Tell My Partner About My Fantasies?

Talk about your fantasies

Fantasy Matters

How do I tell my partner about my fantasies? This question is one that I am sure has passed across every adult’s mind at some time in a relationship. I feel it is extremely important to be able to express yourself sexually and fulfil your fantasies with your partner, but you can’t just expect them to know what you yearn for unless you have discussed it.  How do I tell my partner about my fantasies? Well communication is paramount in any sexual relationship but particularly so when “kinkier” events are played out.


The following scenario occurred on a regular afternoon in my life. The incidents that happened were highly charged and pleasurable to us both. I trusted him to deliver what I desired and he trusted me to take it. This trust was not blind, it existed because we spend much time talking about our fantasies and what we both require within our sexual relationship.
If we can do that, you can too. So how do I tell my partner about my fantasies? A good place to start is to ask them first exactly what they want sexually and what occurs within their fantasies. Then you are free to explain what you long for in return. Remember they may be pondering the same question in regards to you. Such a conversation can be difficult to initiate but so rewarding in the long term. It shouldn’t be just a one off dialog either. It’s a topic a couple should return to often if they are going to keep their relationship satisfying. Don’t be afraid to ask, after all it is far more frightening to be in a relationship that is just not stimulating  you, than to ask a question that momentarily may make you blush.


“Do you want me to wear lipstick?” I ask him.


“Yes that’s an idea”, he replies, removing his t shirt.
We had just come in from the garden where we had been enjoying lamb/pepper kebabs and wine for lunch. Now both hot and a little bit sweaty we had moved into the bedroom to indulge ourselves.

Continue reading How Do I Tell My Partner About My Fantasies?

Exploring Bondage – Hay-Loft Is Perfect Setting.

Wine, Whips and Whispers in the Hay-loft

Exploring Bondage

Many thoughts  cross my mind regarding the prospect of exploring bondage, would this be the day I ask myself?

The sun is warm on my back as we sit out on the patio and unwind. I am so thrilled to see him. We have been separated due to work and are spending a few days together away from home. Our relationship, in its present incarnation, is somewhat new and I am feeling so horny towards him!

“Want to see the hay loft?” He enquires.


I follow him up the wooden ladder inside the barn. It smells musty, dry and warm. Out of the corner of my eye I watch him open a bottle of Cava and fill two glasses. My main focus is taken by some ropes strategically placed hanging from one of the rafters and a horse whip lying nearby on the hay.

I take the glass he is offering and sip the sparkling wine. My mind is racing with expectation. We have talked about exploring bondage and all its trappings and because we have known each other intimately over many years there aren’t many things we won’t discuss. At this moment he is taking me at my word – have I been bluffing? I look in his eyes and realise in a short while we will both know the answer to this question.

I had a casual relationship many years before which involved spanking and some other kinky activities. With that experience under my belt I am certain I like pain and also I know that I don’t want to be the dominant one where sex is concerned, but whips and ropes?

He hasn’t been my man long. We have wanted each other for ages but circumstances haven’t been kind to us. Perhaps this fact contributed to the electric intensity that often sparked between us. We don’t have to wait anymore, we aren’t young, I think to myself. 

Continue reading Exploring Bondage – Hay-Loft Is Perfect Setting.