When things don't go according to plan...
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Posted:Mar 25, 2016 11:46 am
Last Updated:Apr 4, 2016 3:53 am
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I asked my fans for some ideas for pictures before xmas and set about arranging some playdates for a dirty weekend in Dundee. For the most part the weekend was fun but on the Sunday something happened that made me question whether I would ever be able to use FriendFinder-x again.
Not wishing to shame the individual responsible or cause a witch hunt, it is suffice to say I began exchanging messages with one guy from Perth who claimed to be someone who I had met on a playdate before. I was sceptical, after all why would he open a new profile instead of using the one that he had previously contacted me on. His explanations about lost passwords and new phones were plausible but I was still suspicious. He proceeded to hand me information and details about myself and our previous playdate that made me less so. All of this information was exchanged through messages on FriendFinder-x but I didn't think that it would be available to someone else.
When the guy didn't appear on time I began trying to contact him by phone and eventually phoned the mobile number that I was given by the original person. He told me that he had no idea what I was talking about and that he hadn't been on FriendFinder-x in months. He also suggested that he could blow off work and meet me if I was horny and at a loose end (which I was and he did). So it wasn't all bad.
Despite this "positive" end to the weekend I was however still shocked and a little scared that someone could impersonate him so convincingly and have access to the messages that we had exchanged. We all accept that from time to time a playdate may not go according to plan. A person may have posted a false picture or misrepresented themselves in another way, by claiming to be dominant and aggressive and they are really shy and awkward, when this happens we are annoyed because these people have ruined our fun. This person, however, was bordering on invasion of privacy and that is different.
As a result of this person's actions I will be very sceptical of everyone who sends me messages and asks to meet. This will make it harder for them and for me to enjoy FriendFinder-x and get what we want out of it. We all accept that there are fake profiles, time wasters and scammers out there. We get frustrated and anooyed when they ruin a date that we've been looking forward to by cancelling last minute, by not turning up or by turning up and hoping that we won't mind that they've lied to us. Misrepresenting yourself is one thing but pretending to be another person entirely...
I apologise in advance to those people who genuinely wish to make arrangements to meet up and to those people who just want to exchange a few photos and dirty messages because I will be more guarded than I have been for a while. I hope that you can all appreciate why and give me a little patience and support., after all my sex drive isn't going to stop because of people like this and I'm not going to give up on something I love simply because of these people. I enjoy meeting people through FriendFinder-x because when it works.... boy is it worth it!
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Mrs. Claus asking what you'd like for xmas
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Posted:Dec 10, 2015 12:18 pm
Last Updated:May 8, 2018 4:03 am
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I have a faithful following of guys who are constantly making requests for pictures, some possible for me to take others requiring a camera crew and cast of ten or more people. I'm going to be a little perverse this year and reward one or maybe a couple of naughty boys who can come up with suggestions for pictures that they would like to see. If you keep it plausible and make it fun then I may even make it a little video clip.
Post your answers below or message me your ideas and maybe I'll give you something for xmas.
Good luck, can't wait to hear from you all.
kitty
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Halloween Party
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Posted:Nov 3, 2015 9:34 am
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Sir and I are never short of invites to Halloween parties but this year rather than attend one of our colleagues parties, Sir decided we should go to our friend Dave's party. I've been very busy with work and hadn't had much chance to let my hair down so I was really looking forward to it. Its always fun and sexy to decide what costumes we should wear so that Sir has easy access to me but still keep some of the mystery. Sir has never been one for dressing up but he always makes an effort at Halloween. I always wear something that shows of my cleavage and flimsy shorts or mini skirts. My excuses for my costume are usually equally flimsy and Sir usually takes great delight in pointing out all the men I'll end up teasing in my sexy "costume".
This year I decided to wear a black mini skirt with red thigh-high stockings and a black garter belt decorated with little red roses. I wore a long sleeved white blouse tied beneath my breasts so that it showed off my cleavage. I left my hair loose cascading down my back covering my cape. Bright ruby lipstick drew men's eyes away from the blue eyes peering through a black mask to my lips.
I'll admit that I was getting a heavy dose of competition this year. Usually Dave and his friends are single and can't keep their hands off me but a couple of the guys had girlfriends now. What was worse is that they were not only drawing attention away from me but making the other guys stay on their best behaviour. One was dressed as a slutty cop with a police shield precariously balanced on her nipple and looking like it would fall off when the last few buttons popped off her shirt. I liked the looks of her, other than that there was the usual mix of slutty red riding hoods and horny devils.
I haven't drunk much this year and it didn't take me long to get way too drunk. I was dancing with a guy dressed as Bugsy Malone, or at least that's what I remember. He was all over me groping my tits and I was encouraging him all the way. The song had barely ended and I was pulling his silk boxers down with my teeth and feasting on his cock. I climbed onto the arm of the sofa and spread my legs to reveal my red stockings and crotchless panties. I guided Bugsy's cock into my mouth and didn't have to wait too long for Han Solo to guide his cock into my dripping cunt. I writhed as his cock pounded into me, my moaning getting louder despite the hard cock muffling my mouth. I was delirious with pleasure from these two cocks. I heard Han saying he was about to cum and wriggled my hips to bring him off while keeping Bugsy wedged in my throat. When I felt Han tense, his ass tightened and his hot cum shot into me. I pulled Bugsy as hard into my throat as I could and came hard. It was all Bugsy needed to start unloading in my throat. Nothing beats being filled with hot cum at both ends.
Han remained buried balls deep inside me until I pulled Bugsy from my mouth and offered to suck his cock clean. Bugsy's dick was getting hard watching me suck Han's cum and my juices from Han's cock. I knew he wanted another shot at me and by the time I'd finished cleaning Han's cock, Bugsy was rock solid and ready to go. He sat on the sofa and I straddled him slowly lowering myself onto his manhood. He was larger than I thought and it was a bit tight at first but I soon got used to his size. In a few minutes I was bouncing up and down on his cock with his head buried in my chest. He flicked his tongue across my nipples and when he did I would whimper and grind my pussy harder against his crotch. I came hard but just kept riding him, his tongue on my nipples was driving me crazy and my dripping cunt was driving his cock wild. Soon I could feel the tell tale signs and I knew he was moments away from blowing his load inside me. The thought tipped me over the edge and we both climaxed together. I collapsed on his chest and thanked him for a great fuck.
Han was thanking me and pulling up his trousers when I felt a familiar feeling. Dave had grabbed my hips and was pressing his small fat cock against my slimy cunt. Dave is a big man and fucked me roughly, I reached out for someone behind the sofa and was gratified to feel a lonely cock. I rapidly freed it from its costume and engulfed it with my mouth. A minute later hot cum was trickling down my face and Dave was still fucking me hard. I was unprepared for what followed. Dave hefted me up and flipped me so I was straddling him on the sofa whilst his friend Ian approached me from the front and pushed his cock into my pussy as well. I was screaming in minutes and soon enough could feel them both stiffening as they blew two huge loads into me.
I barely had strength to move anymore, sliding into a puddle on the floor. Three cocks presented themselves before me and I plunged them into my mouth and drained them of cum. Licking my lips and switching from cock to cock. I wrapped my tits around some of them and watched with glee as they shot their cum all over my breasts and face. Another guy lifted me back onto the sofa and fed me his cock, this group of guys fucked me through two intense orgasms each one pulling out and unloading over my stomach and pussy with a heavy groan.
That's when I heard Sir. He told me to take off my dress. I stripped slowly and dropped each item on the floor until I was naked except for my red stockings, high heels and my little black mask. He slowly unzipped his trousers and ordered me down on my knees. I wrapped both hands around it and teased the head of his cock with my tongue. I knew what was coming. He picked me up and flipped me over. He called over Dave and Dave got busy licking my ass while Sir fed me his cock. Dave loves eating my ass. He buries his face in it and only comes up when he can't actually breath any more. The sensation of Sir's dick choking me and Dave eating my ass was too much and I began begging Sir to fuck me with his big cock. When he started feeding his fat cock into me he did it so slowly that I came hard before his balls reached my clit. Then I was begging him to fuck me harder, I was lost in the sensation and he continued slamming his cock into me. He pulled his cock out of me and pushed me on my hands and knees, wasting no time before stuffing his cock back inside me. I gave as good as I got meeting each stroke and thrust with my own. He knew what I was doing. he reached round and grabbed my breast, squeezing the nipples and I came as hard as I ever cum. I was begging him to cum by the time he tensed his ass and filled my cunt with an endless stream of cum. As he withdrew his massive cock from me I could feel my pussy gaping and cum leaking out onto my thighs and the floor. Dave wasn't done yet though so I climbed shakily on top of him. I could barely move slowly circling my waist was all I could manage, Dave knew what to do. He picked me up and put me on my back, feeding me his cock while on his knees. He grabbed my tits and pushed his cock deep into my body for about ten minutes before unloading all his pent up lust from watching me with Sir. When he withdrew for me I was limp and exhausted. Sir put a blanket over me and left me to sleep it off on the sofa.
Halloween is my favourite season, I hope you all enjoyed it too.
kitty
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What is it about Cum?
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Posted:Feb 11, 2015 4:01 am
Last Updated:Dec 4, 2017 5:31 am
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I get emails quite a lot from guys asking the same question: "What is it about cum?" These emails are usually accompanied by stories or complaints about women who wouldn't let them facialise them or jerk off over them, and you guys genuinely seem to want to understand why some women do and some women don't.
I can only tell you what I've heard. For some women the act of being on your knees in front of a man is too submissive, you must know the old adage about sex and power. Well how submissive do you have to be, as a woman, to let a guy mark his territory by cumming all over you? Women who like it will really like it but some women simply won't. If you want me to tell you how to make your wife/partner enjoy it then I can't.
For me this started accidentally. My first boyfriend was a large guy with a heavy load. I couldn't always swallow it all so I'd pull my head back and get it plastered on my face instead. He always said how hot I looked when I did so I started doing it deliberately getting more of his load on my face and less in my stomach. I would get off staring at his eye waiting for the huge load to jet out and spatter my face. Eventually he would pull out and jerk himself off to ensure he, and I, got maximum coverage. If I was turned on enough the cum on my skin was enough to get me off.
This led to experimentation with showers, oils and food. I have very sensitive skin, something I am sure contributes immensely to my fetish. The sensation of hot fluid spattering me, slipperiness and oozing on my skin all seemed to get me hot but not as much as cum. Its because the cum by itself its only part of my fetish. I like hearing a guy make that deep groan when he knows he's losing it and about to cum and I like seeing (or at least feeling) his cock spasm as his cum pumps out all over me. Its that whole experience that gets me off. I need the multi-sensory experience.
A toy can get me aroused but it can't make the noise or cum on me (I do have one ejaculating dildo though which I love), only a man can give me what I need. I once made a woman cum and it was fun but it wasn't the same. I told Sir about it and he pumped his cock over my face while I told him what I'd done and I came hard. Its not really a choice for me, its what gets me off.
I can explain that its flattering, I need male approval and cum is the best sign of that and how hearing men calling me names and groaning as they get off using me is important. I can tell you that the sensation of hot cum spattering my skin makes my toes curl and the feeling of it oozing over my skin makes me hot and horny. I can tell you how happy and content I feel lying on a bed with cum all over me. I can even give you some idea of how I got to this point with a boyfriend who got so turned on by it and another who had severe problems and couldn't climax at all. At the end of the day though, the truth of the matter is that cum on my body is the thing that gets me off. Its no more complicated than that.
Could you explain why what gets you off gets you off?
kitty
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The more the better...
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Posted:Feb 10, 2015 3:59 am
Last Updated:Feb 11, 2015 3:18 am
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I had an email or two over the weekend from a few women asking about my desire for group sexual experiences and the danger involved. I thought I'd talk a bit about group sex from the point of someone who has some experience.
Firstly, for any woman, group sex is dangerous. You are putting yourself at risk of assault or worse so please please ensure that you know the people you are meeting and have a back-up.
When I was single I never had a back-up and was frequently drunk when I had these group sessions. This was because I had immense trouble admitting to myself that is what I wanted. Sir still notices that, when we talk about group sex and my fantasies, I giggle, avoid eye contact and cover my face. This is how deeply rooted my guilt and shame response to my sexuality is. I can't admit that what I want or discuss it with a man I've been with for nearly 10 years and who has seen me indulging my fantasy on numerous occasions. My inability to admit it doesn't alter the fact that I get flashes of images where men stand around and jerk off over me, of being double or triple penetrated and of being used as a fuck toy in front of Sir. Its what makes me blush, get turned on when my mind wanders during a bus ride and its what makes me masturbate hard when I'm alone. Its all I think about when I think about sex.
I appreciate that until now I have been very lucky. Before I met Sir I did place myself in dangerous situations because I needed alcohol to allow myself to become sexual and once I was sexual I was drunk and my reason was impaired. I think most women my age have some idea of the problem that this relationship represents for us. Sir helped me to understand that I could be sexual without alcohol. He gave me that permission and after much discussion and research we had a 3-some. I was sober and it felt like the most natural thing for me to do. I was sandwiched between 2 guys getting fucked in my pussy and ass while sucking cock, and receiving 2 huge facials. It didn't feel in any way like I was doing anything wrong. I had permission to be myself, I was encouraged to be myself.
Permission and understanding are powerful things for women who are brought up in a climate of negativity. Sir was the first person to actually take the time to sit down and share my sexuality with me without judging me. He makes it possible for me to do what I do by watching over me when I do it. Afterwards we can have immensely hot sex, sometimes its intimate sometimes its more frenzied. They both work for me.
This is the how and the why? This is what I am. A Cumwhore. I love being what I am but that means being safe and responsible. To the young lady who messaged me asking about her own interest in being a Cumwhore. I understand what you are going through. Not everyone is going to understand what you are going through and why you want what you want. The key to happiness is finding someone who really does understand what you want and is willing to take the time to help you explore and understand it.
kitty
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Choosing a life of BDSM
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Posted:Feb 6, 2015 4:44 am
Last Updated:Feb 7, 2015 9:09 am
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So it seems like my post yesterday encouraged a few emails. One or two of these emails asked why I am on FriendFinder-x and not on ALT.com because we are obviously an alternative lifestyle couple. The answer to that is simple, we are. We have a profile on both sites but the adverts on each site are different. When I want a playdate with several playmates I am not looking to invite a bunch of Dominants or submissives. I am looking to meet a few normal guys and gals who want to get freaky. I have a Dominant, I don't need another.
I also received a handful of questions about BDSM. Most of those questions mentioned the infamous book about to be released as a film. I would like to say that I personally think that you would do better reading Story of O, watching The Secretary or Nine and a half Weeks. The depiction of the relationship in Shades is very stylised and, much like pornography, is not an accurate depiction of sex. That said I will try to answer these questions to the best of my knowledge.
How did I know I was into BDSM?
Members of the BDSM community often say that there are signs in your childhood that you'll see when you look back. Some people like wrapping themselves in bandages or toilet roll, others used to use string to tie up their stuffed toys and animals. My fetish isn't really something that you can experience in childhood but I have always craved male attention and positive feedback from them. I didn't really realise that something was different about me until guys started asking me what they could do for me and, in all honesty, all I wanted was to make them cum hard. A lot of guys think you're holding back when you say something like that, some even take it as an indication that you think they aren't capable of meeting your fantasy. Sometimes when I attend meets I think I'm a bit of a fraud because there are more "extreme" submissives than me present. I get to thinking that it may not be my scene but then I realise that without the support of these people I wouldn't have been able to become who I am. BDSM is less about the nature of the fetish and more about the community. Some submissives come into the scene and only ever dabble in light bondage, others burst onto the scene wanting spanking and waxplay. Sex isn't a competition its about finding what's right for you. BDSM is right for me.
How did I know Sir was safe to play with?
Trust. Plain and simple. I was very fortunate that Sir and I were friends for almost two years before we started dating. I knew about him being into the scene and it was something that I toyed with the idea of experimenting with. When we started dating I asked about the scene and he would reverse the question onto me. He would ask me why I was interested in the scene. I didn't have a strong enough answer for him so he discouraged me from pursuing it until I did. We would play with light bondage and he would occasionally give me a playful spank but we didn't start with BDSM. Then came a number of very drunk sexual encounters with other men which really strained our relationship. Sir had effectively stopped playing in the scene when we started dating and was committed to our relationship, I repaid this by getting drunk and cheating on him. He didn't scream and shout or criticise me. His concern was whether I was safe and unharmed. He took me for STD tests and forgave me when I couldn't forgive myself. I trusted him implicitly from that point forward. I enjoyed the way he looked after me even though I didn't feel like I deserved it. I surrendered myself to him so that he could help look after me and it was an immense relief. After that Sir started to help me explore the reasons I did what I did, I talked to several submissives in the scene who helped me understand about BDSM and control. I've never looked back.
How can I find a Dominant?
This is a very difficult issue. In my last community there were several Dominants who were forced out because they weren't safe to play with. One was overly aggressive and hurt a submissive, one ignored a submissive safe-wording and one was passing around an STD. I'm not going to gift wrap this. BDSM does attract some people who aren't safe to play with. If you aren't sure then don't.
A few guidelines to help:
Try to find a Dominant who has a good reputation with other submissives. This is one of the safest ways to find a Dominant, by becoming part of your local scene. Some Dominants may also help you find a Dominant if you ask them nicely. If a Dominant has a pet or owned submissive then the submissive should be able to tell you all about their Dominant's needs and play style.
Once you find a Dominant ensure that he offers you a safe word. One Dominant I knew of, would say "I'll give you a safe word but if you ever use it then we'll never play again", this is not safe. A Dominant should respect your use of your safe word. This Dominant was effectively saying that he wanted to take and keep your power, it is an expression of extreme disrespect.
When you have a safe word ensure that he discusses what you want from the play. If a Dominant doesn't ask what you want then he's probably only thinking about what he wants. This could mean he will push you to do things that you don't want to or aren't ready for. BDSM, like all sex, is about reciprocity. I do for you and you do for me. It can take time for you to get to a stage where you can meet a specific Dominant's need. It takes time to get were you want to go. A Dominant should be willing to invest that time. I didn't start having sex with multiple partners, I worked up to it.
When you first play with a Dominant ensure that you aren't given excessive alcohol or drugs. Its a controversial debate in BDSM about drinking and drugs with BDSM but we generally agree that new players, especially submissives, should abstain. This prevents accidents, injuries and ensures your ability to safe word. If your Dominant tries to get you excessively drunk then he may be trying to compromise your ability to safe word, or attempt to push you into something you aren't prepared for. Again, this is not safe.
Finally, as I said yesterday, be assertive about what you want. You have all the time in the world to be submissive when you agree to play. Don't let them compromise your fantasy. If you want rope instead of chains then say so. If you want a spanking instead of a flogging then that's good. Don't play with a Dominant because they are a Dominant. Find one that wants to play with you the same way.
Have I ever had a sister submissive?
I'm assuming that the person who asked this has some experience of the scene. For the rest of you, she is asking if Sir has ever had more than one submissive at a time. The answer is yes. Sir generally has two submissives. He currently has three because a dear friend of his was recently diagnosed with a severe illness and Sir was asked to look after his submissive. He also exchanges emails with my sister submissive in Dundee, who we left behind when we moved.
We all have different needs and express our submission in different ways. Dominants need to be very competent to take on multiple submissives and Sir has had nearly ten years experience.
How do I feel about Sir having multiple submissives?
If you've read my profile you know that I regularly have sex with other men. It would be hypocritical of me to criticise Sir for doing the same. I suspect however that you are asking about jealousy and competition between submissives. This is not something that happens because Sir chooses his submissives for the different needs. He doesn't take on multiple cumwhores because it would foster conflict as we compete for the same need. Only one of us could be satisfied without other men present and believe me there is a big difference between some guy cumming on me and Sir doing it.
We have different needs which means we want different play, this means I am not jealous of a submissive who wants to be chained and paddled because I don't want to be chained and paddled. Do I get turned on watching Sir do it? Yes but I'd not want him to do it to me.
I hope these answers help in some way. If you want to ask me anything else then please message me or leave a comment and I'll do my best to answer any questions.
kitty
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Slut shaming
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Posted:Feb 4, 2015 1:31 am
Last Updated:Dec 16, 2015 10:03 am
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Yesterday I was open about my sexuality and shared it with anyone who cared to read my blog. I received a lot of positive emails from all around the world, some from men applauding my attitude, some from men telling me that they are looking for a woman like me and some from women who were happy to find someone who was willing to share an experience similar to their own. To all of you I have to say thank you. To the other people who emailed me abuse and attempted to make me feel shame, I address the rest of this blog.
If you are offended by overt sexuality and find other people's sexuality morally or socially threatening then why are you even on this site? Did you mistakenly think this was a dating site or are you just here to engage in slut shaming?
I have always had to deal with slut shaming. I am no stranger to it. I grew up in the South of England, I had friends who had slept with 2 men by their mid twenties and talked about women who had slept with more than 5 men as if they were deviant whores. I'm not even talking about the sex they had just having slept with 5 men was enough. I kept my mouth shut and didn't engage with their shaming for years, often trying to change the subject.
Then I met a woman, who is still a very good friend of mine, she talked to me about how she had once been a feminist. She had marched for equal rights for women, attended rallies and organised protests against the "male dominated society". She had become disillusioned when her best friend confided in her that the real reason she found pornography so awful was because it pressured her into being something she couldn't be. My friend, responding to such honesty, confided in her friend about her own need and desire to be more sexually free and that she too felt confined and pressurised by society. The next day she was treated to an intervention because her friends felt that she was allowing herself to be dictated to by men. According to them she wasn't in control of her sexuality. She walked away that day, and is now a sex positive feminist. She found a branch of feminism that believes that any sexuality that comes from within you, gay or straight, monogamous or polygamous, vanilla or fetish, is normal provided that all participants are consenting.
I am not a sex positive feminist, there are other aspects of what they believe that I disagree with, but I share this one view. It does not matter what your sexuality is, provided that it isn't hurting others. I know Christians will argue that my sexuality is hurting my immortal soul. I know some feminists will argue that my sexuality is damaging the cause of female equality. I know that some women will argue that my behaviour is setting an unfair standard that they can't compete with. I know some men who will see my desires as a licence to mistreat me. I know some people will question why I have given myself to be owned by one man, and believe that he has "programmed" me to meet his sexual needs.
You are wrong! I was displaying the behaviour, my cum fetish and sexual promiscuity, before I ever met Sir. I was putting myself at great risk often while drunk in order to be able to express my need and satisfy it. I felt guilty and shameful for being who I am and wanting what I want. I felt ashamed of my sexuality but it didn't stop me drowning your voices in alcohol and seeking it anyway. Sir helped me get control of my desires by acknowledging them and accepting them as part of who I am. Sir helped me to learn what it is about my desires that I really wanted. Sir helped me to understand what it was to be me. Sir deprogrammed me so that I wouldn't engage in risky and dangerous sexual behaviour. Sir deprogrammed me so that I didn't feel a need to conform to what people like you feel I should be.
Every time I read one of your emails, every time one of you tries to make me feel guilt and shame over who I am, I remember what Sir has done for me. I recognise that you don't agree with me. I don't expect you too but your emails remind me of the love Sir showed me as a damaged and broken woman. It was you that did that to me and it was Sir that fixed me.
Our sexuality is informed by a myriad of life experiences. Our relationships with our parents, the relationship paradigms we view as . Our first tentative explorations of sex and intimacy with other people. Our fears, our hopes and our regrets. No one chooses their sexuality it is the product of who they are. Remember that next time you send an email to someone condemning them that you could be insulting someone who was a victim of physical, emotional or sexual abuse. They may have spent their whole life being insulted and demeaned by people like you. They may even want your abuse because it is part of a self-loathing cycle in their sexuality.
For me personally, my sexuality began with being an early bloomer. I was the subject of ridicule for going through puberty a full six months before anyone else in my class. To protect me, my parents sent me to an all girls school. I was deprived of male attention till my late teens but made friends with several girls who came out as gay. I went to gay clubs with my female friends, and later made a large group of male friends at college. I didn't have the experience to deal with boys because I hadn't known any for years but I knew I wanted to hang around with them. I was, I acknowledge in hindsight, inadvertently sexual with them because it was a way I knew how to be with them. They enjoyed the attention but I didn't sleep with them. Here are the seeds of my need for male sexual approval, my need for men to find me sexy.
I eventually dated one of them, an arrogant who used me to experiment with his sexual desires. He hurt me on more than one occasion because of over-eagerness and lack of experience. He would talk dirty to me and was more concerned with his own orgasm than mine. After that relationship ended I sought out males who would be nicer to me. I found a guy who was all about me and my sexual needs. I later discovered that he had a phobia of climaxing. I could get him close but if he felt like he was going to cum, he would freak out. He never really got how much I needed him too. I don't think I understood why I needed him to. Here are the seeds of my need for cum. It fed my need for male sexual approval. I mean can there be any stronger indication of male sexual approval than him climaxing?
At university I bounced around. My early friends were often cruel about my promiscuity and so I found new friends. We would go out get drunk and go home with guys, we'd wake up the next day hung over and not really knowing what we'd done. Often I'd leave before they woke up. I ended up in a tail spin of drinking to have sex to feel better about myself. Eventually I'd start to feel the guilt and shame so I'd drink and have sex to feel better about myself. It was a vicious circle.
Then I met Sir, Sir calmed me down. Sir helped me really explore and understand what sex was. Sir helped me to understand what I wanted from it. For that reason I requested Sir to collar me. It was the happiest day of my life (after my wedding) when Sir did. I belong to Sir now. I can think of no other person I would want to belong too. Sir showed me love when others, including myself, did not.
The BDSM community have a saying: It's your kink, it's not my kink, but that's ok. It is an expression of something more powerful than the hate the shamers spew, it is an expression of acceptance. No human being has the right to dictate the sexuality of another, unless that persons sexuality is causing harm to others. No one has the right to tell anyone that their sexuality is wrong.
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Being a Cumwhore
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Posted:Feb 3, 2015 1:36 am
Last Updated:Feb 4, 2015 12:32 am
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I received a few emails yesterday from people, some men and some women, asking about my blog yesterday. It appears that people are interested in understanding why I am a cumwhore and why cum gets me off so much. I though I'd do my best to explain it for the curious.
In so far as any of us are aware of why we have the kinks we have I guess I always had it. In my first relationship I was focused on what got my boyfriend off. I did whatever it took to make him cum. Sometimes the results where better than others. Over time that relationship ended and new ones began. I popped a lot of cherries my first year at university. My friends didn't know why I kept doing it but I enjoyed it. In longer relationships my lovers would ask me what they can do to get me off and I'd always feel torn. I felt like I should be able to say something "normal" but in my heart all I've ever wanted to say is "shut up, fuck me and cum hard!"
It wasn't until I met Sir that I really began to understand my sexuality. He would withhold his orgasm or his cum. It would frustrate me to the point that I wanted to cry. In doing this he helped me to see what I wanted from sex. He demonstrated what the vital ingredient for my sexual satisfaction was. It was cum.
Cum in me or on my skin is quite simply what gets me off. Its about the splash of heat, the way it oozes on my skin and its about the way I feel when I hear the guy groaning and it spurts out. I like watching him cum almost as much as feeling it. There is an intense feeling of pride and vanity attached to it. It starts when I'm presented with that big, hard cock. It builds up when I thrust it down my throat and when it thrusts into me. It climbs each time I'm called a slut or , not because of the degradation but because it's said as a compliment. Its his way of saying that I'm getting him off. As he grunts and groans my pussy gets wetter. Then he releases, spurting a flood of hot, sticky cum into or over me. That cum is mine. I made him make that cum and it belongs to me.
Its the ultimate compliment. I'm sexy. My body and my actions brought him (or her, but mostly him) to climax. I got him off. Its a heady rush of pride and vanity. Its the most "womanly" I feel. I have a grin on my face for days afterwards. This sentiment is only exaggerated by having multiple men at the same time. Watching a cock grow (or regrow) hard watching me with someone else. Seeing the anticipation in a guys eyes as he can barely wait to get hold of me. More cum in me, more cum on me. Revelling in the pure ecstasy of being used for sex and knowing that Sir is there to keep me safe. There is no joy quite like it.
All the time Sir watches me. His cock bulging in his trousers, straining against the fabric of his underwear. I know I'm pleasing him. After its all over, Sir kisses my forehead and pulls a blanket over me. I know that he is pleased and proud. His compliment is more important to me than the cum oozing from my pussy and ass or drying on my skin. I can't be what I am without him. I can't be who I am without his love. This is what being a cumwhore means to me.
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kitty is back and on the prowl
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Posted:Feb 2, 2015 3:02 am
Last Updated:Dec 16, 2015 10:03 am
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It was a sad day when we had to leave Dundee and head for the Highlands but work has to come first. We (especially me) miss all the friends I made there and really miss the students who loved to send me pictures of their cocks and jerk shots, and those guys who gave me some great orgasms. I've been in the Highlands for a while now and we've had no luck in the bars and clubs, seems that the Highlander's aren't as freaky as Dundonians are but I'm willing to be proved wrong.
I'm making three dates available for some hot kinky hotel fun. The 28th of Feb and March in Inverness (and likely the 28th of April), and the 12th of April I'll be staying in a hotel in Belfast with Sir (that's my hubby). I'm interested in chatting to anyone who wants to help make these nights memorable.
I'm getting a few messages asking what I'm into so I thought I'd clarify that I'm a cumwhore. That means that you cumming on and in me is what gets me off. That means that I want to do whatever I can to push you to have the biggest orgasm you can. The harder you cum the more you unload for me and the better my orgasm will be. Its circular so don't be shy with me guys. If you think that me drinking your cum out of a condom will get you hard and ready to go again then tell me! You want to fuck my tight ass while I'm on all fours then I'm listening. You want me to wrap my creamy tits around you cock and pump you all over my face then I'm game.
Don't be shy. If you ask the worst I can say is no, but I may say yes.
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My Fantasy Meet
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Posted:Jan 24, 2014 2:47 am
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2015 1:50 am
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I've had a lot of emails since saying on my blog that my favourite fantasy is for a group of guys to jerk off over me while I masturbate. Some are asking me if they can be part of it, while others are asking me for more details about how I imagine the meet to go. Work is a bit slow and I'm eager to get to the weekend's fun. I have, therefore, taken a little time this morning to think about it. I can feel my underwear getting soaked as I think about it. Hopefully it will turn you on as much as me and get some of you to send me a message 
My Fantasy Meet:
I tell all the guys to line up along the wall saying that I want to inspect them. Then I sit on the bed and eye up each one separately. Finally I point at one and beckon him over to me. He walks over to me nervously; his hard-on clearly wobbling around under his robe. I stand up, untie his robe and dropped it to the floor leaving him completely exposed in front of everyone. He gasps with pleasure as I began to run the tips of my fingers along the shaft of his cock. I pull him in gently and began to rub his cock against my panties. He suddenly gasps again and pulls away, he begins to ejaculate, shooting thick streams of spunk across my panties. I continue to stroke him until he has finished cumming, scooping the last dribbles of cum from his cock and massaging them into my sodden silk-clad crotch. I smile as a very embarrassed guy begins to cover himself up and beckon another with my finger. I sit on the bed and make him stand before me, teasing him with my fingers, stroking and massaging his cock and balls. Then I pull him in closer so that his cock is close to my face and began to run my tongue up and down his shaft. He begins to moan with pleasure as I began to suck and lick and gently wank him in and out of my mouth, using my tongue, my lips and my fingers all at the same time. Just as he is about to reach the point of no return, I stop and call another guy over. I begin to alternate between them, taking turns on their throbbing erections with my eager mouth. I stop to push my bra down over my breasts and begin massaging one cock against my nipple as I suck the other. I bring the cock in my mouth off beautifully. His cock popping out from my mouth as he cums, squirting his semen between my slightly parted lips and across my face. I take him back into my mouth to suck him dry. I smile and turn to finish the other cock which I am still massaging with my other hand. He begins to cum as my lips close around his cock. I swallow some of it and then allow the rest to dribble from my open mouth, down over my chin. I scoop up globs of spunk from my chin and suck them off my fingers.
I stand up and slip my panties down, pulling them off over my shoes. I gesture to two more guys. I get on all fours on the bed and instructed them to fuck me from behind. The first one sinks his thick cock into me. I moan with pleasure as he fucks me. The other guy rubs his erection against my ass as I'm fucked slowly, he's not wanting to cum to quickly. When the guy inside me begins to speed up to a climax, I tell him to stop and allow the other guy to take his turn. They take turns to fuck me for a while as I call a third guy over and take his cock into my mouth as the other two guys continue to fuck me. One of them cums, gasping with pleasure as he shoots his spunk inside me. As soon as he has finished, the other guy takes his position. I can tell he is just about to blow as he lines his cock up for entry. He slips himself into my sloppy cunt easily. As he begins to cum, his cock pops out of me and he empties himself all over my pussy lips. I stay in position as they cover themselves up. I continue to suck off the guy in my mouth until I bring him off on my face. When I am finished, I lie on my back on the bed licking my fingers and smearing the excess spunk all over my breasts. My hand moves down to my crotch and I begin to masturbate, rubbing the semen leaking out of me into my pussy and thighs. I sink my fingers deep into myself, moaning as I do so and then pull them out, glistening with spunk and pussy juice. I slowly raise my hand to my mouth and lick the gooey mixture from my finger. Then I get up put my panties back on and sit down again. I pour a small glass for each of my guests and one for myself. Then we sit about the room chatting and joking. A few of the guys go out to the balcony for a smoke.
After about an hour, the sexual tension is so high that I ask if anyone is ready for more. I drop my robe and lie on the bed, reaching my hand down into my cummy panties and begin massaging myself. This time I allow all the guys to gather round me. One guy doesn’t wait for my permission. He is naked from the waist down in seconds. I let them take turns to fuck me while I use my mouth on others. The two guys I can't get into my mouth I massage against my breasts. One of them cums hard, splashing his very impressive load across my breasts. I change position several times, whispering instructions to the guys as I go. At one point I straddle one guy who quickly cums inside me, while sucking two cocks in turn. I just get hornier and hornier as I suck and fuck and bring them off all over me. I begin to take turns sucking them and then I get one to fuck me while I suck another. I time it well to make them cum around the same time. As one pumps his spunk into me, I am taking another load in my mouth. Every one of the guys has cum twice by now and one or two had even managed a third time. The last to finish, splashes cum over me, shooting his final load over my sloppy pussy lips before I lick the remaining dribbles from his knob. I lie on the bed wearing my bra and panties. My underwear is soiled and stained from spunk. There are wet stains on my stockings and spunk on the side of my face and in my hair. There are globs of semen dribbling out from between my thighs. My whole body glistens with semen and sex juice. I lie on the bed caressing herself, and smearing spunk all over my body, as the guys get dressed and begin to leave. I masturbate and moan and tease my husband for ages before I beckon him over to her. We make love for hours and it is the best night I’ve ever had.
kitty
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Cuckoldry
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Posted:Jan 20, 2014 3:23 am
Last Updated:Feb 2, 2015 2:47 am
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I've had a few messages from people querying why I've stated in my profile that we aren't a cuckold couple when clearly we are so I thought I would expand on this for people who are interested.
Before joining FriendFinder-x, my husband and I were on a different contact site and we stated that we were interested in exploring the cuckold side of our relationship. This led to us getting a lot of interesting messages and having one or two meets that, quite frankly, didn't go the way we expected them. So while we have nothing against cuckolds or bulls, I would like to state that we aren't interested in any of the following:
1: Sissy play where my husband dresses up in womens clothes
2: Humiliation or degradation - especially a guy shouting insults at my husband while having sex with me
3: Breeding - just no. I do have bareback with people I trust but pregnancy is a non-starter so don't ask
4: Swordfighting - My husband's cock is sufficiently above average that any man hoping to engage in play where comparing cock size is a factor may get suprised. One man was very suprised when he attempted to intimidate my husband with his cock and my husband's cock put him in his place. It ended a very promising meet 
My husband does help me prepare for my meets and does like watching me have sex with other men. Once I am comfortable with meeting someone then I may meet them without my husband present. When I do I will want to take pictures and/or video to send back to my husband because I am a performer who gets off on getting men off. I am also very interested in meeting some well-hung black guys for sex and am always hot for big phat cocks. So yes there is some overlap between our sexuality as a couple and cuckoldry.
The reason that I decided not to advertise the fact that we are "into" cuckoldry is simply because we aren't into some of the more fetishistic aspects of the scene. Not ruling out the possibility that we may develop an interest in the future though.
kitty
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Contacting me
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Posted:Jan 18, 2014 5:37 am
Last Updated:Feb 2, 2015 2:46 am
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While a girl loves getting emails from guys telling her how sexy she is or how much they'd like to meet her, I thought it may be interesting to tell you a little about what I like to see on your profile or in your emails because sometimes its hard to know what a guys expecting if all he says is "hey, ur sexy. can I cum on ur tits now".
Firstly guys, I love cock and I do want to see pictures of what you're packing. I appreciate that some of the guys who are contacting me are under no illusions that they don't meet my size requirements, but some of you are just chancing your luck. My profile is very specific about what I'm looking for in a cock. If you have a really thick cock then I will be willing to consider the length requirements but if you aren't please realise that I am not likely to consider you.
Secondly, a girl needs more than a cock. I am a cum and I love a guy who can cover my face in his man juice but, and this is a big but, I need to be comfortable meeting you. If you send me a message about fucking my ass relentlessly for hours then I'm pretty sure what you are into. While I don't want you to send me detailed erotic fantasy stories I do need to know what type of things get you hot and bothered. For a cum like me, getting a guy off is very important. I get off on you cumming on me and you'll cum hard on me if I can really get you off, so be open and honest about what you want from me.
Thirdly, and this issue keeps coming up. I spent a long time dealing with issues about fidelity in my own relationship and I don't have time or any interest in getting involved in the drama of yours. If you are married and your partner is in the dark then please don't contact me. I'm not interested in meeting married men.
Finally, and perhaps the most obvious, I am a very confident woman in my day to day life and that does come across, hopefully, in my profile but in the bedroom I like a man who will take charge. I have had some experience of dominating men and I do, on occassion, enjoy being in control of a man but I prefer men who are confident and want to take charge. There is not much in it for me if a guy asks permission to pull out of my pussy and cum on my face. I want a guy who'll just do it. If we've talked and met and I've agreed to a playdate then you can guarantee that I don't mind
So in short, send me pictures of you cock AND your body. Give me some information about what you are into, if you're an anal fiend or could eat my pussy for hours then tell me thats what you're into, and give me some information about when, where and how it would be possible for us to meet and your relationship status. If you do this then I guarantee that you'll get more in return.
Most importantly, don't pressurize me. I work, hard, and though I check my profile almost daily I don't devote much time to answering emails until the weekend. I do try to answer all my emails.
kitty
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Dreams cum true
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Posted:Jan 16, 2014 1:49 am
Last Updated:Feb 2, 2015 2:46 am
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For as long as I can remember my favourite fantasy has been one in which I am lying on a bed masturbating while a group of guys surround the bed and jerk off covering me in huge wads of hot, sticky cum. Yesterday whilst discussing the videos and pictures from Saturday I brought up my fantasy again and my husband agreed to me trying to find a group of men who'd be interested in making my dreams cum true.
So here it is. No sex just a live sex show and a chance to see a total cum writhing on the bed as she is spattered with cum. Sound appealling? Then get in touch I'm wanting repeaters and heavy cummers who aren't afraid to pump their wads over me in front of other guys while I play with myself.
Before you ask, no I'm not kidding. No time wasters please.
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