Tuesday, 17 January 2012


I recently wrote about a coming play date with Mr Good-Company and I know there are a few of you waiting for details. I promise, they are coming. Unfortunately Just two hours before Mr Good-Company arrived at my place I had a phone call from my boss. She had just found out from Head Office that our shop is to be shut down. All of us, including her, will be out of work in less than two weeks. To put it simply, I'm devastated.

Due to this I haven't really been in the mood for documenting the fun going ons of my recent play date. Not only am I still quite upset about the loss of my job, but I am also busy looking for a new one. I have been spending my most of spare time on this. Writing resumes, printing them and walking the streets looking for businesses I can hand them into.

All of us at the shop were a fantastic team. We really worked together so well it was amazing. I'm going to miss everybody a lot, though some I know I'll keep in contact with. I don't honestly think I will ever have a job I enjoyed as much as I did this one. 

Please be patient while I see this hurdle through. I'll do my best to have my play date blogged within the week. In the meantime, I can't help but secretly hope that Head Office will change their mind regarding our closure (not going to happen). I would give up so much in my life, if only I could have my job back. I love it so much. I will miss it even more.

Tuesday, 10 January 2012

Unlocking the Back Door

Clover clamps: Pull string to tighten.
In several days time I will be having a play date with Mr Good-Company. To say that I'm excited would be quite the understatement. Whilst I'm not bouncing of the walls as I was with Sexpo, I'm pretty close.

This time we will just be at my place. I had to buy a new bed for the occasion and my single bed just wasn't going to cut it. I'm still figuring out me new bed. Which side do I feel better sleeping on? What do I do with all the extra space? Though the extra space does have some benefit, I no longer accidentally kick the cat out of bed in the night.

I've taken some time to try and prepare a few things for this session. Last time we attempted anal it didn't go so well. Mr Good-Company had a lot of difficulty penetrating me and when he did it hurt a lot in a bad way. This time I wanted to be more prepared. As I've mentioned, I don't like being beaten but at the same time I can also respect my bodies limits. If I can't do anal then I can live with that but I wanted to have one last try.

I ordered a set of butt plugs to help me with this final attempt. They progress in size from small to large, the idea being to work your way up to the larger size.

I had no problems inserting the first plug though it felt so unbearably odd that I was only able to wear it for about five minutes, if that. I had to more tries with that plug, lasting first 10 minutes and then 20 minutes. 

I'd had no trouble at all with this plug so I decided to move forward to the second. To my surprise, I had no trouble inserting thins one either. When I had it inside of me I could feel that it was larger than the first but still no more difficult to wear. The first time I wore it I was able to last 40minutes, though I did need distractions to help me stop stressing over it. The second time I wore it I had less luck, lasting only 5 minutes. I assume this was because my sister was at home and as such I wasn't comfortable to enough to relax properly. Hopefully I'll have better luck next time.

I have both read and had people tell me that wearing a plug simply makes you feel 'full'. I don't believe that what it feels like is quite like that, not to me anyway. To insert the plug I curled myself up with my legs toward my chest, that is what felt most comfortable. In this position I can hardly feel the plug at all, a good thing as far as I'm concerned. But when I straighten myself out and stand, the feeling of the plug changes entirely. It feels as if I need to go to the toilet, but contradictory to how this would normaly feel, my muscles aren'tclenched shut, trying to hold things in. I believe this is where the 'odd' feeling I experience comes from. My body knows what it should be feeling but my head telling it something slightly different to the norm

I haven't progressed to the third and largest size yet. I'm not sure that I intend to. Hopefully the middle size should have helped me enough to make anal pain free though I'm still not expecting to receive any pleasure from the act.

I also bought something a bit more out of the ordinary, something nothing like anything currently in my toy box. Since I enjoy having my nipples bitten and teased, I wondered what else I might enjoy in regards to nipple play. As such, I bought myself some clover clamps. 

They arrived along with a few other things yesterday whilst I was work. My sister rang me asking if she could open the package (her having no idea what it contained. I of course denied her the pleasure of playing snoop. Later that eveing I escaped her watchful eye and opened up the package. Inside was some rope, some toy cleaner a couple of 'free gifts' and the clamps. 

I eagerly took my shirt and bra off, keen to see what they felt like... HOLY MOTHER F@#KER! 

To say that the clamps to what they say they do is an understatement. I tried to leave them on for more than a couple of seconds and I could feel the urge to swear rapidly building and the tears welling in my eyes. Those things hurt! I think I can safely say that I have no interest in that level of pain. I would nearly swear that my nipples were going to fall off and I didn't even begin to tighten the clamps. I think my preferred type of nipple pain will continue to be that of someone's teeth and fingers, gently tightening around my flesh. Much more enjoyable than the clasp of steel.

Even though anal isn't my favourite thing to do, I am still immensely excited about this coming play session. Mr Good-Company and I plan on tying each other up, perhaps  putting to use some of the instructions in a Shibari book I recently bought. Most important of all we're going to test out out my new bed. I know it's good for sleeping in, but is is good for other things too?

Wednesday, 4 January 2012

Better than Cake

Pussy Cake. Almost as tasty as the real thing.
The other day I celebrated my first kiss with vodka and some incredibly delicious grapes. Inspired to top that effort I decided I would make a cake for the next celebration of my sex life. The day I first received oral.

This day was the one immediately after that of my first kiss, the 03/01/11. It begin with some serious flirting online between myself and Mr Good-Company before he asked me over to his place to watch a movie. While still online he asked what movie I wanted to see, my response was 'But we're not really going to watch a movie are we?'

Even in my inexperience I knew what I wanted, though not to what level. I would never have imagined as I walked over to Mr Good-Company's place that I would end up receiving oral that night. At that stage in my life I still actually thought the idea of a woman receiving oral, of having her pussy eaten and her clit sucked, as a bit of a myth. Did guys really do that? Why would they put their faces in the midst of someone's genitals? On that note I also believed that women didn't enjoy sucking cock. Well I proved myself wrong on that one...

We did watch a movie, though the distraction of Mr Good-Company sitting next to me meant I wasn't really paying that much attention. When the movie ended, he turned to me and began to kiss me. Running his hands along my body, under my shirt, removing his shirt, unzipping my jeans.

I thought for the smallest possible of amount of time of stopping him as I had the night before. But I didn't. He pulled my jeans off and began to rub me through my knickers. He slipped a finger underneath the fabric, finding my clit and making me gasp. He continued to kiss me, fingering me and making me moan.

Eventually he stopped, Mr Good-Company moved to the floor and asked 'can I?' and I nodded. I believe I was in a slight state of shock at the time. I'm not even sure I could have formed a coherent sentence.

Mr Good-Company removed my knickers, positioned himself between my legs and began to eat me. I can remember just sitting there, lying back against the couch and holding his head in my hands. I remember letting out the occasional gasp as I was shocked and delighted by the pleasant sensations his mouth was causing.

He paused at one stage and looked up at me. I looked at him 'To think last night I was only having my first kiss'.

'Who wouldn't want to kiss you?' He reached up and kissed me hard on the mouth, gripping my thighs as he did so before moving back to kiss my pussy.

I don't believe I will ever forget that night. It was one of the first times I ever felt desirable and I absolutely loved it. I think this feeling, that and having someone between my legs for the first time are worth celebrating. Feeling desirable is a wonderful sensation and so is that of having a tongue lapping up and down your pussy, a     mouth sucking on your clit and making you moan. It's even better than cake,

Monday, 2 January 2012

One Kiss, Two Kiss, Three kiss, More!

Somehow this guys face reminds me of GC...
Twelve months ago, at this time, on this day, I was sitting in a pub with a pineapple cruiser with the man who was to become Mr Good-Company. We didn't know each other very well then having only just met 45 minutes earlier at the bottom of my driveway. Later that night we would wander down to the carnival, he would win me a giant monkey coming out of a banana and we would spend several hours walking around in the dark just talking.

We eventually made our way back to my place, we stood awkwardly in my kitchen for a while, just talking before we ran out of things to say and Mr Good-Company said his goodbyes. Then he kissed me. My first kiss. On the second of January 2011 at approximately 11.45pm. I nearly gagged.

The gagging wasn't Mr Good-Company's fault of course. He didn't know he was my first kiss so showed no hesitation about shoving his tongue into my mouth. My mouth however, disagreed with this course of events. At least at first. It soon got over this invasion of space and Mr Good-Company and I moved over to my couch.

He continued to kiss me. Removing his shirt and somewhere along the line undoing my bra. He removed my shirt and began to kiss my breasts. No one had seen me topless since I was a child. I think I was in a slight state of shock.

At one point he asked me if I 'wanted his finger' as he rubbed his hand against the crutch of my jeans. I said no. I may have been rather out of it, but I knew I was in no way ready for that! Let me enjoy the kissing first!

Enjoy it I did. Mr Good-Company continued to kiss me and I him, rubbing my groin and sucking my nipples until early in the morning.

Near to 2am I believe, he had to leave. We put our clothes back on and stood up. Once standing he said 'Fuck it' and pushed me back onto the couch, furiously kissing me once more. Then it really was time for him to leave.

When he was gone I just stood there for a few seconds. What the hell had just happened? I had just had my first kiss, that's what! Then another and another and another! I hadn't even thought to tell him he was my first!

I never thought until then that he would  end up having my virginity as well, though a few days later I did go to the Doctor and get myself a prescription for the pill 'just in case'. Always better to be safe than sorry.

I had also never thought until then that I might be attractive enough for anyone to want to kiss me. Sure, I had wondered when we were walking around, when we were standing in my kitchen, how the night would end. I had hoped he might kiss me, or at least ask to see me again. In the end, t he way things happened exceeded even my hopes for a good night. He kissed me more than once, wanted to take my clothes off and said he wanted to see me again. I certainly went to bed with the most ridiculous grin on my face that night.

Here's to 2012! May you somehow exceed the delights of 2011!

Body Knows Best

I think I shall soon have to concede defeat. I wish this were not the case as I prefer to be the one celebrating in triumph. I have to admit though, that my body probably knows what is best for me.

I have documented my anal explorations here and I continue with them today. Despite my attempts, and my one successful try at anal sex, anything but my slimmest toy continues to cause me large amounts of pain.

My slimmest toy doesn't hurt me, though it does feel unsettling. When I try to move up from this however, I can barely insert the tip before tears begin to well in my eyes. It hurts, and it isn't a good hurt.

Before you start saying 'lube' I will have you know that I make sure to lose plenty of lube. Today in fact I used way to mush, accidentally squeezing half the tube out. I'm rather glad I had thought to lay a towel down because it really made quite the mess!

I recently ordered a set of butt plugs in three sizes. I plan to trial these when they arrive, I am not going to back down without one last fight. But failing success there, I will leave my ass alone. Perhaps it's not my ass creating the barrier, perhaps it's my mind. I don't know. But I do believe that on the topic of what feels wrong or right my body does know best and I should trust it to make this decision for me.