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Eliza1234

Danger!!!
Posted:Oct 16, 2015 3:31 pm
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2022 2:52 am
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Years ago, when I first started using the Internet to find lovers, I spoke to a couple of close friends to let them know what I was up to.

The female friend was very supportive and frequently quizzed me about my antics saying she wished she was in a position to be doing similar things. She caught up eventually.

The male friend reacted in a very different way. Whilst he said he would understand me pulling a guy in a bar and taking him home to fuck, he could not get his head around me doing broadly the equivalent on line.

His biggest objection was around safety. Which seemed odd to me. It would be ok if I took some random stranger home whilst drunk after 30 minutes of shouting at each other over loud music and a bit of a grope on the dance floor. But chatting to someone over email then text and possibly on the phone, meeting them in a public place while stone cold sober, then only going further if both of us felt comfortable with doing so was not, and remains not, ok.

Yes there are risks with meeting anyone new but I know which option seems the more sensible to me.

How did your friends react when you told them you were seeking lovers on line? Or have you kept it secret?
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T is for....
Posted:Oct 16, 2015 1:30 am
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 2:02 pm
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...thighs with a bonus bit of tummy.

Taken as I waited for a lover to arrive after he'd requested that I wore nothing but thigh high boots.

Enjoy or not.
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Tales of the unexpected #3
Posted:Oct 15, 2015 9:46 pm
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 2:02 pm
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The last thing he expected to happen was to be tied up naked, teased by three women and fucked with a strap on all whilst his male friend looked on and smiled.

But happen it did.

When was the last time an evening took an unexpected turn for you?
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Silent surprise
Posted:Oct 15, 2015 9:38 am
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 2:02 pm
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I met my lover and valued friend one evening recently.

After an initial cuddle and a bit of tonsil tennis, we cracked open the booze and sat down to catch up on the developments in each other's lives, of which there have been many.

The wine finished, we turned to the vodka and then the gin and when they were empty we switched to baileys with an added splash of whiskey. Not a wise combination on a school night believe me!

It was fabulous to spend the time talking. I enjoy discussing a seemingly unlimited and uncensored range of topics with him and getting insights and alternative views from someone that knows me inside out. However, all this chit chat and drink made us forget to actually have sex. Oops.

I saw him again last night and as we were texting throughout the day I said that we were not talking at all until after we'd fucked. I'm not sure he had taken this as literally as I intended when I said it.

The look of surprise on his face when he opened up his front door to find me standing there wearing nothing but the items in the picture, which include a stainless steel ball gag, was a classic.

Needless to say that we didn't get past the hall before he reduced me to mush.

What was the last thing you did to surprise a lover?
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S is for...
Posted:Oct 13, 2015 11:26 am
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 2:02 pm
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...shins.

Blindfolded and tied up again. This time to a low chair. My hands above my head with the rope passed around the back of the chair. Ropes binding each leg as if I were kneeling, biting into my thighs and shins.

And I was fucked. Fucked by his perfect cock. Fucked with his fingers. Fucked with a dildo. Fucked with cock and strap on. First with both in my pussy. stretching my already sore sex wide. Then with his cock filling my arse and the strap on moving in time with him inside my pussy. Fucked until the orgasms just rolled together into one.
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Tales of the unexpected #2
Posted:Oct 3, 2015 2:01 pm
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 2:01 pm
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My lover had sent me clear instructions. I was to move the sideboard from the kitchen into the middle of the living room. I was to randomly chose 6 playing cards and write a different body part on each. I was to choose 6 implements and place them on the coffee table. I was to leave the door open and be bent over the sideboard when he arrived wearing nothing but thick stockings, a suspender belt and a blindfold.

I prepped carefully, checking his instructions several times to make sure I'd followed them to the letter. Despite my efforts, my naughty streak came out as I chose 7 implements and 7 playing cards, writing 'your arse' on the extra card.

I waited in position. Wet and hungry for him. The anticipation of the game to be played making my head spin.

He arrived to find me in position and proceeded to tie my hands so I couldn't stand back up. Then, in turn, he tied each ankle to a corner, stopping his work occasionally to slide a finger or two inside of me. Teasing me knowing it would drive me wild.

He left me there waiting a few moments that felt like a lot longer. The anticipation of the sweet pain to follow making me wiggle my legs in excitement.

I heard him rummaging in the bag of goodies he always brings with him. I heard condoms being unwrapped and lube being squirted. Then I felt something hard and round being inserted inside me. The handle of the big whip I correctly guessed. This was not what I had expected.

He fucked me with it until I had come several times. Then something else was added. The handle of the paddle. I had correctly guessed again. Both were thrust in unison until I was squirming with pleasure.

On this continued until 6 implements were inside me and I was so full it was getting wonderfully uncomfortable. I was wondering whether the 7th and unrequested item of nipple clamps with chain would follow. Fortunately not as the 6 items were removed and his cock thrust inside of my deliciously sore body.

He fucked me long and hard. My thighs slamming repeatedly against the metal drawer handles and the edges of the sideboard digging into my hips and my arms as he did so.

The cards were never part of the game. He just wanted me to believe that they were.

How do you mess with your lover's head? How do they mess with yours?
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Markings
Posted:Oct 3, 2015 12:49 am
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2022 2:52 am
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I've mentioned before that I enjoy seeing the reminders of my escapades on my body.

Last weekend I was chatting to a lover about a video I'd seen called 100 stroke challenge. In this, a girl takes 100 strokes in batches of 10 with various different implements. I said I had enjoyed watching it and commented that the first place targeted was her calves.

So up he jumped, went to his little cupboard of tricks, pulled out a bunch of canes and told me to pick one. Within seconds my bottom half was naked and I was bent over his dining table.

Ten hard whacks on my calves followed. I'm not sure whether the intention was to deliver another 90 but we were distracted by my wetness and ended up fucking like people possessed.

Needless to say, I have been wearing trousers all week and still, 6 days later, have massive purple bruises on my lower legs. Not so small reminders.

The pic above is of some other markings that, alas, faded to nothing within a matter of hours.

How do you feel about markings that last a long time?
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Tales of the unexpected #1
Posted:Oct 2, 2015 1:25 pm
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 2:01 pm
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My lover had asked me whether I had any special requests for the evening ahead. I was dealing with some work crisis as I read his text. So I sent him a quick, rather unimaginative, response saying 'something that will make me think of you every time I sit down' (I had 6 hours of driving and 8 hours of meetings to look forward to the next day).

As the day progressed, I found myself more and more distracted by the thought of him fucking me and of having my bum and possibly thighs smacked. This is what I'd assumed he would take as my request.

Time slowly ticked by and eventually he was stood in my hall giving me an instruction to grab the throw off the sofa and take it up to a spare bedroom where there is a bolt fixed into the ceiling. I quickly did as I was told (through sheer horniness rather than obedience) and he followed after me.

Before long, I found myself naked, blindfolded and laying on my back on the throw, my hands bound together and tied to the bolt in my ceiling. He then proceeded to bind each ankle and tie them to the same hook so that my arse was raised a couple of inches off of the floor.

I commented that I knew what was coming. All he did was giggle. That's when I knew that something devilish was about to happen.

He parted my legs slightly. And finger fucked me hard, his arm working like a piston until I was writhing around and howling with pleasure. Then he smacked my swollen lips over and over again until I came so hard I almost passed out. I squirted as I came, and his smacks sent my juices flying, covering both of our bodies and both of our faces. On and on he went. Smacking me, making me groan so loudly as I came over and over again, the both of us wet and the throw soaked.

The next day I felt reminded of the evening's events every single moment I was seated. And most of the standing ones too. My request fully met.

Has a lover ever added a twist to one of your requests?
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Tunnels
Posted:Sep 28, 2015 11:48 am
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2022 3:11 am
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My lover and I have been chatting recently about the idea of going potholing together (clearly with expert guidance). Whilst neither of us would say we are particularly claustrophobic, we both admitted to feeling more than a little uneasy about the prospect of having to squeeze through small holes whilst in a dark cave many feet below the earth's surface. Which is exactly why we agreed we would go for it and face those fears.

So, at the weekend we tested ourselves a little by going to an indoor climbing centre that also has a maze of fibreglass tunnels that give a small taster of what it might be like. I suspect the reality will be way worse.

After donning our hard hats with head torches attached we entered the labyrinth. I sent him first. My thinking being that at 8 inches taller than me and a tad wider at the shoulders and hips if he made it through a gap then so would I.

After lots of crawling, multiple bruise forming collisions, a few swear words and lots of deep breaths we made it into a fibreglass cavern that was knee deep in small plastic balls. I assume they were there to emulate having to submerge yourself in water to reach the exit route out of the space.

So, it was there that we stood, head torches on full beam and trousers around our ankles, fucking like true adventurers. It just seemed like the right thing to do at the time.

Definitely the strangest place I've ever done the deed. Where was yours?
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Petals
Posted:Sep 23, 2015 3:31 pm
Last Updated:Aug 17, 2019 2:01 pm
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My blog posts tend to be about my naughty escapades and there is nothing wrong with that. Not in my opinion anyway (which is clearly always right as I'm sure you'll agree!). But this one has a slightly different focus.

I'm not generally a fan of big or traditional romantic gestures. To me, romance is not about 14 dozen red roses on Valentine's Day, a swanky meal out (which normally result in me feeling ashamed for using the wrong fork, dribbling jus down my front then getting tipsy and annoying other more sophisticated diners) or being serenaded with a love song penned just for me as I stand gazing down from a balcony.

For me, true romance is about the small things that show someone has thought about me. Things like having the chewing gum I like (and they hate) in the car when we are going on a road trip, sending me a package at work addressed to Lady Eliza (how the post room laughed) containing raspberries dipped in dark chocolate as they are my favourite combination of flavours or simply telling me they love me when they know I'm having a hard day.

The single most romantic gesture ever made happened to me yesterday. I was off to bed and I pulled back my sheets to find that my wonderful lover had left red silk rose petals scattered in my bed. Such a simple gesture but one that made me feel like the most special girl in the world.

What's the most romantic thing you've done or that someone has done for you?

p.s. I am slightly ashamed of my crinkled sheets but life is too short for ironing in my view!
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