Orgies, Threesomes and General Debauchery

Orgies, Threesomes and General Debauchery

Fuck me, I had a great weekend! Too much stuff transpired to go over now. Anyhow I’ll probably save the juicy bits for my book. But here is the short version:

Friday night M and I went to a Fever, an exclusive Swinger’s club. I’ve seen things there that I thought only existed in pornos. Can you imagine a 20-person orgy? It was fantastic and cringeworthy at the same time.

I was only a spectator, however. Not that I’m opposed to swinging, but 20 people on one (huge) bed is a little too much for me. I need a dark corner somewhere; somewhere where I’m not so much on display. It was fascinating watching others. I watched a guy fuck a girl from behind in a Jacuzzi. I saw women getting eaten out. I saw blowjobs and fucking. ‘Caligulia would have blushed.’

After Fever M and I had some pals waiting at an exclusive London nightclub. It’s one of these places where celebs hang out; and you see photos of them leaving the club late at night in the London Lite the next day. There was a famous singer/actress there with her brother in tow.

I got home at 4AM. Slept until 2PM. Walked the dogs. Ate lunch. Then went out on the trot with M again. We had a few drinks there. Some weird bald guys and their short friends were hitting on me. One of these short guys as I found out later works with the BFE. Jesus, it’s a small world! Can’t I fuck anyone in London with out them knowing a friend of a friend of a friend?

After midnight we headed to another posh bar. We found some cute guys to buy us drinks all night. We met this guy, Chris, who’s a guitarist. I was talking to him for most of the night. He seemed like a nice guy. He was cute, but had a ridiculous amount of bracelets on his arm. Can he play guitar with all that? Surely it must get in the way?

The club closed around 3AM (I think). M, Chris and I all headed back to Mitzi’s flat. We had more drinks, more laughs and good conversation. When I had to pee, M and I called an emergency conference in the loo. We both agreed that Chris seemed to be up for anything.

We went back into the lounge. M kissed Chris. Then Chris kissed me. Then he kissed M again while I was rubbing his cock.

Soon we headed into the bedroom. The three of us took off our clothes. M and I took turns fucking Chris. He was good at multi-tasking, as well. He could eat me out while simultaneously fucking M.

The thing I admire about Mis that in bed she’s a dirty bitch. She definitely knows how to work it with the fellas. I’ll have to pick up a pointer or two from her.

After hours of our three-some I was dead tired and I still had to drive home. I left at 8AM and got home just before 9. I slept until 2, went to Ikea, then had a date in Soho. The date was just OK. Nice guy, but he still lives with his parents and he’s 44. As M so eloquently said, “Next!”

In talking to i later in the day she said that after I left the threesome Chris admitted to having a girlfriend. Fake fucking singletons! They’ll get you every time!

Phil Petrol and His Massive Cock

“Oh my God, you’re naked!” I exclaim.

“Shhhhhhh!” Phil Petrol urges me to be quiet. I enter the board room and close the door behind me.
He gives me a big bear hug. He kisses me gently and sweetly. It doesn’t seem like the kiss of a desperate married man wanting to get laid; but rather the kiss of a smitten teenager.

Then he turns out the lights. It’s completely dark in this windowless boardroom.

“Nice thick cock!” I say to him.

He reaches for my shirt and raises it just above my left breasts. He moves my boob out of my bra and kisses it. He sucks on my nipple. He switches to my right boob, sucking on it ever so gently.

I return the favour to him. I gently bite his man-nipples. He winces. I can’t tell if it’s in pleasure or pain, but since he doesn’t say, “Stop,” I continue.

I take off my shirt, bra, trousers and panties. I press my naked body against his. It occurs to me that if the night janitor walked in, I would be in a fairly compromising position. I put that thought out of my head and tell Peter Petrol that I want to lay down.

I hadn’t realized how uncomfortable the carpet in the board room was until it was time to lay down on it. Phil lays next to me.
“Now I want you to lick my pussy,” I said to him, as if I were schooling a naughty kindergartener.

He positions his head between my leg and starts licking the area around my vulva. He’s obedient. I like that. He’s not exactly hitting my clit.

“Down, more, “I direct him. “Now to the left. Yes, right there.” He keeps licking me. “Now put a finger in me.” He sticks a finger in my pussy

I compare Phil Petrol’s pussy-eating style to the Shark’s. The Shark uses his whole mouth when he eats me out whereas Phil Petrol just uses his tongue which leads me believe that either he doesn’t know what he’s doing or he’s really not into it. And there’s absolutely no point in getting eaten-out by a guy who’s really not into it.

Then suddenly he gets a rhythm going. I feel hornier and hornier. I can tell when a guy is doing a good job eating me out, because I crave his cock inside me.

I push his head away from me.

“I want you to put the tip of your cock in me. Don’t go in all the way. Just the tip.”

“I can’t do that or I’m gonna cum,” he says.

“You won’t cum. Just the tip.”

“Are you on the pill?”

“Yes,” I lie Oh my god, why did I just lie? “You won’t cum, just the tip,” I urge.

He obediently purses the tip of his cock on my pussy. He pulls away after a few seconds. He sits back. He takes a few breaths.

I place my hand on his cock. I move my hand up and down. He moans and sighs in pleasure.

“Don’t cum,” I say to him, “Now I want you to eat me out again.”

He moves his head between my legs and furiously licks my pussy. It feels amazing. His slow rhythms build up faster and faster. I’m screaming at him, “I want your cock. Fuck me now. I want you to stick it in me.” But he keeps licking. I cum loudly. He covers my mouth. He keeps licking even after I’ve cum, but I push him away.

“That was very nice,” I tell him

“Now, I want to give you a blowjob that you won’t forget. Don’t cum in my mouth.”

“OK,” he says.

“I mean it.”

I put my mouth on his cock. I flick my tongue against the tip of his cock then I take as much of his cock into my mouth as I can. I bob my head up and down. I use my full lips to provide the ultimate suction. He moans, which indicates to me that he’s enjoying it.

I stick a finger up his asshole. He moans even louder. I keep sucking,

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God!” he yells.

Then I pull away.

“Wait, where are you going?” He questions.

“That’s just a taste of what’s in store.”

“Baby, you gotta stay. At least watch me cum.”

“Next time,” I say casually.

I quickly put on my clothes. I turn on the light. He’s standing there with a enormous hard on.

“See you tomorrow at work,” I smile and wave goodbye.

Date #13 Shark Bite

Date #13 Shark Bite

I kept thinking about how badly I wanted the Shark’s cock inside me. Why do I keep thinking about his cock? I had been thinking about it all day at work. While sitting at my desk, I kept thinking, “I can’t wait until he pounds me.”

He came over to my place after work. We went straight to the bedroom. We had about an hour of foreplay, during which he spent most of the time eating me out. His cunnilingus skills are excellent. I can’t really explain what makes someone OK and someone else excellent except that the Shark takes his time to get the job done right.

He would go down on me for ten minutes or so. Then I would cum really hard. Then we’d take a break, or kiss, or I’d suck his cock for a while. Then he went back down on me. We repeated this cycle over and over. By the time he had stuck his cock in me I had already cum 6 times.

When I did get his cock, it felt great. He came on my stomach and his cum dribbled down between my legs. Somehow, I really enjoyed that.

Date #9 The Fish Returns

Date #9 The Fish Returns

I don’t know if you could call it a date? It was uber casual. Or even an outing? We stayed in. But I had a second meeting (if that’s the mot juste) with the guy from work hereafter known as the Shark. See Fishing from the Company Pier

After grabbing some Indian Take-away we headed back to my flat. Even though I was starving I was happy to put my hunger on hold so I could feel his tongue on my clit again.

I sent the dog packing. I closed the door to the lounge, turned-off the TV, sat on the sofa and spread my legs.

The Shark unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down just below my knees. He pressed his nose against my pink-laced panties. I felt the warmth of his breath on my clit. He took a breath and then exhaled on panties. He slid my panties over to the side and began licking my pussy.

I had spend the weekend wondering why he’s come into my life. Ultimately, I believe that everyone we meet in a significant and/or emotional way is meant to teach us something. I kept wondering what his place was in all this? What will I learn from him? What is he going to teach me? What is the purpose of meeting him?

Maybe there is no higher purpose? Maybe it’s just fucking? Maybe as a woman I feel the need to arbitrarily justify wanting to have sex with someone I’m attracted to? Maybe I’m trying to put some cause or meaning to it because I’m tired of having sex that has no meaning? I don’t know. These are just things I’ve been pondering.

I came three times before we ate and once more afterwards. Whilst eating dinner we sat on the sofa and watched The Secret Millionaire. He cried at the end and it really touched me.

Even though the Shark and I have only been acquainted quite recently it seemed that our relationship has blossomed into part friend, part mentor, part lover and part father figure. It’s all very cosy. Very nice.

Still there’s something about him that scares me, but I really, really like it. And I’ve never been one to run from danger.

Date #7 Fishing from the Company Peer

Date #7 Fishing from the Company Peer

Yeah I know it’s morally questionable to sleep with someone from work; especially when he’s already involved with someone else. But it was the come hither stare on his MySpace profile picture that got me interested.

There was a dichotomy in the hard and raw essence of his photo compared to the tenderness and sweetness of meeting him in person. I was intrigued.

The sex was fab. Clearly, It was the best oral I’ve had since 2006. I think he went down on me for the better part of an hour. Of course, I had multiple orgasms. I had one super-intense orgasm. It was so intense that I felt quite satiated. It was strong enough of an orgasm that I could go another few weeks without sex. The only thing I can compare it to is having a really nice meal where you feel totally full and you think, “I can’t eat for days.” That’s sort of how I feel. I can’t fuck for days…

He’s a great guy and fantastic in bed, but ultimately he belongs to someone else. And I’ll be damned If I go through another BFE thing again!

Another shag could be a lot of fun, though.

I Fucked Him Up the Ass (Part 2)

Mr.MusicBiz hikes up my skirt as he flicks his tongue against mine. His mouth is all over my face. He’s passionate, yet controlled. He smells great. His cologne is so sensual. His mouth tastes vaguely like mints. He grabs the back of my head with one hand and pushes my mouth deeper into his

We spend a few more minutes kissing then we move on to the waterbed. He sits on the edge of the bed and takes off his shirt, then his trousers, followed by his black Y-fonts. He folds his clothes neatly and stacks then on top of a small chest of drawers.

I take off my shirt, exposing my large breasts. He immediately cups them, then begins kissing, sucking and nibbling on them. Mmmmmm. I leave my black lace skirt on for no particular reason.

I sit on the edge of the waterbed. He stands up, his hard cock right there in my face. What’s a girl to do when there’s a throbbing cock in her face? Suck it, of course!

I take his cock into my mouth and cup his balls with my hand. He reaches down, lifts my skirt and starts fingering my pussy.

We both lay down on the waterbed. It feels ultra wavy. My red satin sheets add a dimension of slipperiness to the occasion.

As I lay back on the bed, he lifts my skirt again and dives head-first into my pussy. His tongue is incredible! He’s a voracious pussy-eater. I have a mini-orgasm as he flicks my clit. He plunges his tongue into my cunt. He lifts me up ever so gently and starts rimming me.

Mr.MusicBiz soon lunges forward. His throbbing cock slides into my pussy. I love it when a guy gets me wet enough that his cock slides inside me with ease. I wanted his cock so badly. When he thrusts it in to me it feels SO GOOD!

We start pumping each other and kissing. My legs are in the air resting on his shoulders. He grinds his cock deeper and deeper into me. His smooth balls brush against my clit – an amazing feeling. I have another mini-orgasm. We pump each other for a good twenty minutes or more. Our bodies are tightly entertained. He starts breathing heavier and heavier the suddenly then he cums inside me.

He lays on top of me for a few minutes with his cock still firmly in place. He then dismounts and lays on the waterbed next to me. We have some post-coital chat about LA, the music business and the Video Music Awards.

I ask him for the time. He reaches over to the nightstand and picks up his watch. The time is 5:25.

“We better get ready for dinner,” I say as I point to the strap-on which is on the floor in a small pile with the other sex toys. “Well save that bad boy for round 2!”

Part 3 coming tomorrow.

7 Minutes to Come

"If a guy doesn't make me cum in 7 minutes he's horrible."

Wanda and Anjelika chat about:

Sex in the Noughties,
7 minutes to cum,
Dear Deidre,
George Galloway,
Wanda falls in love,
Facebook Sucks!
Prudish People


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Oral Sex and Menstruation

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I'll Drink to That...

I'll Drink to That...

I only drink when there’s at least a 20 percent chance that I’m going to get laid that night. Otherwise what’s the point? I don’t really like alcohol. And if alcohol didn’t facilitate getting laid I would give it up all together. Alternatively, if there’s a 100 percent chance I’m going to get laid there’s no point in drinking either.

Thursday, for example. No alcohol, 100% orgasm. Stan came over at 7:30. I was still in my work clothes but luckily I wore a low-cut top to work.

After a quick drink of water we headed to the bedroom. I took off my tank top and trousers. I stood before Stan in my matching pink Victoria’s secret bra and panties. He looked up and down my body. He was fully clothed. I climbed on top of him, rubbing my naked pussy against his jean. I could feel his cock bulging from underneath. We continued our dry humping for a bit.

“I think you should move that,” he said pointing to my pussy, “up here.” He pointed to his mouth.

“No,” I demanded. I want to be on my back.

I rolled on back. He rolled on his stomach. He lowered his head down to my nether regions and began licking my clit. The licking felt good, but it felt even better when he inserted a finger. He had very good fingering skills.

After a small orgasm, he rolled over on his back, I rolled on top of him. I pulled down his trousers, then pants and rubbed my bare pussy against his cock. Felt so good. I came again just from that.

I gave him a hand job, but my hand got tired so he had to finish himself off.

I went to bed feeling somewhat satiated, but wanting more

I Don’t Fuck Scientologists

I Don’t Fuck Scientologists

I’d been feeling like shit all week. I don’t want to get into it, but if you heard my last podcast you’d know the situation. Not one my of my better moments, for sure. I’ve been taking everyone’s comments on board, and believe me, I know I did a shitty thing.

I spoke with Mr. TV Presenter this afternoon. He mentioned that he was going to dinner with a few Hollywood A-listers. I’m not one to name names but think Scientology!

“Dude, don’t convert!” I warned him.

“Why not?’ He asked. Although I suspected that he was playing devils advocate.

“I don’t fuck Scientologists.”

“Don’t worry. Wanna, come down to the studio tomorrow?”

“Yeah, okay”

So I’m sorted to get laid tomorrow. But I was horny tonight.

I was in a 6 month of a dry spell. I needed to put an end to my overwhelming horniness so I placed an ad on Craigslist. Surprisingly I only got 20 responses. This must be proof that Mercury is in retro grade. Last time I got like 300 responses. What’s up with that?

S. came over at 10:30. He was cuter than his picture. I love when that happens. We started talking in the lounge. I offered him a drink but he said he was fine. I was actually quite nervous. I don’t know why. I’ve done it a few times before. It should have been as easy as shooting fish in a barrel.

I send the dog to Coventry and nervously led S to the bedroom. We kissed for a bit. I put my hand under his shirt and lightly scratched his back.

We laid down on the waterbed, sliding across my brand new red satin sheets. I was wearing a black lace camisole and light blue ruffled panties.

S kissed my belly button, then my inner thigh. He began breathing heavily on top of my panties. I could feel the heat of his breath on my clit. He then pushed the crotch of my panties to the side and buried his tongue deep into my pussy lips. The tip of his tongue brushed against my clit.

He ate me out so well. 5 orgasms. 3 small ones and 2 big ones. When couldn’t take anymore he asked me if I wanted him to continue. It was twenty minutes of fantastic pussy-eating. I definitely needed a break.

He ordered him to take off all his clothes. I took off my camisole and was laying in the bed only wearing the blue ruffled panties which were now soaked in my own juice. Eventually I took the panties off and flung them across the room.

S and I lay naked on the reed satin sheets. I licked his neck. I sucked on his right nipple. I tickled his balls.

I asked him if he had a condom. He reached over the bedside and pulled a Durex out of his pocket. He put the condom on them slowly moved on top of me.

His cock was larger than average. It was rock hard. We were in the missionary position. Instead of immediately thrusting me immediately I asked him to take it easy, because I’m very tight. He was obident. His cock slowly entered my pussy. He gave me three small thrusts and asked if I was okay. I said yes and he quicked his pace. When he went for the really big thrusts, god my insides hurt! Simultaneous, it felt so good.

We fucked in missionary for twenty minutes then changed over to doggie style. He fingered my clit as he fucked me. Now that takes talent.

He asked me if it were alright for him to cum. I said yes. Then after he came he asked if could eat me out again.

Now I’m never one to decline cunnilingus, but I felt fulfilled. I didn’t need anything else. I came really hard. I got fucked well. I was happy.

We spent a half hour talking about life, work and shit, then he went home.

He was a very nice guy. He was very cute. He had a nice cock and was great at pussy-eating.

Could you really ask for more?