Heating Up

I am usually a pale Irish person wrapped up in layers like a human onion and having a passionate affair with my electric blanket and revelling in cold weather. But I am absolutely loving this hot weather in London at the moment.

Normally hot weather gets me super horny and ready to reach for the ice cubes but I’ve been a bit distracted by the ongoing life admin of the last month and the my bed still isn’t quite ready for human visitors again sadly so my libido hasn’t reached quite the heights of the thermometer yet.

But I’ve been rediscovering the simple joys of spending times lying in parks in hot weather with people you want to fuck. There are few more enjoyable things than this for me. Something about the heat, the fact you aren’t wearing that many clothes and being relaxed and lazy creating both intimacy and the thought of fucking later. It’s such a rare pleasure in a climate like ours and I love that I’ve been able to do it so often this summer.

My Master and Princess and I made the most of Pride a few weekends ago lying in the park together after they were on their floats. We got delightfully tipsy and took advantage of the fact Pride is not only the day you can be openly LBGTQ+ in the city but openly polyamorous too. We could laze around all afternoon obviously touching each other like partners can do to show affection and ‘coupledom’ which otherwise might cause people to react strangely.

We made even more of it by walking hand in hand across the as the three of us to Vauxhall for a night out before coming home to fuck on the sofa, made horny by public shows of affection, vodka and how relaxed London is at Pride.

Princess sat astride me while I put the Doxy between my legs and fucked herself against it like the biggest cock possible while my Master watched us cock in hand and we all tumbled into bed sleepy with alcohol, orgasms and the heat. He was even hornier next morning with his hangover and fucked me so hard and deep for long I could feel it in my cunt for the rest of the day each time I moved position lying in the park again all day.

It reminded me of long hot summers when I was younger when heat made me seek out cock even more than my usual slutty self. There was the summer of 1995 when I had finished my GCSEs and Northern Ireland found peace for the first time. My shifts at a diner that opened til the wee small hours gave me ample opportunity to meet men all summer.

There were countless nights coming home in the broad daylight of dawn, knickers stuffed in my handbag after staring off drinking on sunny evenings and dancing indoors in the dark forgetting it would be bright again when you stumbled out the club or house party.

Then there were long afternoons in the park with the guy who would become my boyfriend where I pretended to be a good girl who would only let him put his hand down my bikini bottoms when he’d rolled me one of his excellent joints. I’d suck his cock in his baking hot bedroom with the windows so wide open the neighbours could probably watch and then do the same at work in the walk in freezer with the door propped open so anyone could have caught us.

Those long hot summers that feel careful and endless are perfect for fucking and I was lucky enough to get another one just after I moved to London. I seemed to spend the whole summer in a bikini top and a denim skirt that barely covered my ass soaking up the company of men who looked good with low slung jeans and no shirts on.

I kept my cunt shaved so the only bush in town was the ones I’d lie behind so one particular guy who liked the great outdoors could lie on his back drinking a beer and chatting casually with his friends while subtly stroking my cunt and making me come silently and secretly as if nothing was going on.

I also had a semi regular thing going with a beautiful man from Australia who seemed to bar tend in all the best dive bars and clubs under a railway arch over the city. I’d get a text telling me where every so often and turn up to avail myself of the free drinks he’d pour me until I was tipsy enough to follow his orders to flirt and dance with other men knowing it turned him on.

I’d be pressed skin to skin to a strange man feeling that frisson of heat and sweat in a confined space knowing that if I looked over the bartender would be watching me and his cock would be hard. We’ll fall in cabs after his shift and behave in disgraceful ways that Uber ratings have rendered impossible in 2018 but that got him well and truly ready to fuck all night.

But the best nights of that summer were with another semi regular fuck buddy who happened to live in the OXO Tower. I never established if he was lucky enough to have the coveted social housing in there or the sub-let of all time but high above the South Bank looking out over the shimmering heat and sparkling lights as the river reflected both back up again, it created a London bubble of misbehaviour I revelled in.

Tucked a few floors below the posh restaurant, barely visible from the street and with balconies big enough to keep the neighbours away, I spent more than one night there kneeling down, sucking his cock and staring up at the London scene around me. Other evenings we both stripped naked, drinking chilled white wine on the balcony and fucking.

I seem to recall losing a pair of panties over the side of the balcony on on occasion and walking home with a breeze up my skirt failed to curb my horniness or sluttiness. In fact thinking about it makes me think I need to up my slutty game this summer while the heatwave lasts….

Heating Up

Bugging Out

So I’ve been a bit quiet recently because life has just been throwing all kind of sex blocking stuff at me. Between exams, family crises, new jobs, old jobs that get busier, travel and deadlines, kink and fucking have had to step back slightly.

But nothing has fucked up my fucking habits quite like getting bed bugs. I defy even the horniest person on earth to feel frisky when you’ve got unwanted bedfellows. It is not the kind of action I want on my mattress trust me.

Poor Princess got bitten badly and put me on notice til I could get it sorted. We managed to fuck a few times on the sofa but even that wasn’t ideal. I might have a big sofa but it’s definitely a struggle to fit three people on it and move around too much.

People often talk about fucking in bed as if it’s boring and vanilla and interesting people fuck all over the land in increasingly wild and crazy places instead. Now we all know I like a changing room or two and there’s definitely fun in the exhibitionism and secrecy of an illicit fuck in a strange place on the odd occasion.

But having had a mis-spent and slutty youth, I mainly associate sex in strange places with bad sex. Being young and horny like many teenagers I had nowhere comfortable to fuck most of the time. The only beds I encountered were in student houses often bedrooms barely conducive to spending time in and heaped with coats with parties dodging getting caught by people looking for the lighter they’d mislaid.

And that was if you weren’t fucking in even stranger and more awkward places than that. Desperation and lack of opportunity drove me to have sex in more alleyways than I’d care to admit. There’s not much room for finesse when you are banging beside a wheelie bin. Nor do toilet cubicles lend atmosphere to the proceedings.

I’ve also fucked in the grounds of a church (in fact I think I’ve been non sectarian and managed to orgasm in the grounds of both a Protestant church and a Catholic chapel.) Being non religious the trappings of that never bothered me much. I just thought of them as fairly secluded places you didn’t always have to have sex standing up.

I felt more guilty about the time I fucked a guy in the grounds of an old folks home in case I accidentally gave someone’s granny the fright of her life. Keeping an eye on lights going on and genuinely getting splinters in my arse off the pine tree I was leaning against made that moment memorable for all the wrong reasons.

Teenage fumblings are fine when you’re drunk and horny but once you switch to have time and space for sex it’s revolutionary. Even a one night stand is improved by skin on skin contact rather than only being able to expose the bare minimum of flesh needed. Only being able to fuck standing up or bent over from behind gets restricting and often awkward if like me you are considerably shorter than most men.

Being able to sprawl out on a bed gives so many more opportunities and angles it becomes easy to take that for granted and think it’s being boring. But there’s such a joy in being able to fuck at a different pace each time and use your space to stretch out and get to know your partner’s body to give them the most pleasure possible and receive as much pleasure back as possible. It’s extremely tricky to lick cunt any other way.

Plus a bed you use frequently gives you scope for the use of toys. We have duplicates of our favourite sex toys at both our flats. But you can’t really carry a dildo in your clutch bag and get someone to use it on you when you climb over the fence into a park late at night. The same goes for lube which is of course essentially for things like anal or even giving a decent hand job.

You learn so much more about sex from spending time in bed and you also get to spend that post sex time too. I think you learn as much after fucking as during fucking. You can debrief, decide what to do next or not and simply get to know each other better so that there’s more understanding sexually or emotionally. Pulling your skirt down and your knickers up while looking for a bin for the used condom doesn’t have quite the same bonding experience.

So having my bed off limits and being terrified to infest my Master and Princess’s bed either really did a number on my libido. I found it hard to get quite as horny knowing the sofa wasn’t a fun choice but a necessity. Plus having bed bugs definitely made me feel more dirty than any STI I’ve ever had which crimps your style somewhat.

It was with utter joy this week that I handed over an eye popping amount of money to get my house professionally treated and get my sex life back. Because the best treatment for bed bugs is extreme heat I had to remove anything that might melt from my bedroom. The man on the phone instructing me specified candles and anything ‘hand held or battery operated’ in fact.

In between the sheer bizarreness of spending a good hour taking all my dildos and sex toys out of their box and wrapping them up in plastic bags to hide outside in my garden, my interest was piqued to revisit these old friends. I buffed my latex catsuit and stockings before hiding them too and then pictured wearing them again soon.

Putting the toys back in place, I found myself lining them up in size order and then switching them round to order of favourites before back to size order so I could ask Sir if I could start my stretching training again. It’s never a bad idea to keep your hand in. Especially when that means Sir can get his hand in again soon.

I’m delighted to have my bedroom back with nothing else in there except who I invite. Although funnily enough in all that time off I still didn’t christen my new carpet. Looks like my Master and Princess and I will just have to reacquaint ourselves with every room going…

Bugging Out