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Technology is a wonderful thing sometimes. The internet provides me with unlimited opportunities for filth from online shopping for sex toys, erotica, porn and clips and of course, blogging here. I’m an enthusiastic adopter of that side of modern life trust me.

But sometimes technology drives me batshit. Today my phone decided that my Master wasn’t properly in my phone after three years dividing his name and his instant messages ┬áinto separate entities like we don’t actually know each other.

Yet at the same time Instagram has a unerring knack of linking me to men I fucked or flirted years ago. Sometimes I double take before I recognise the face or the name. I often raise an eyebrow at the fact they are showing off the domestic life and clearly long term relationship they lied about having before hoping I’d suck their cock.

So many men must think a version of ‘my wife/girlfriend doesn’t understand me’ is a turn on for women to keep trotting that old chestnut out without any self awareness. But as someone whose done some outrageous things to get laid in their lifetime, I try not to judge anyone too harshly for lines and excuses in the hunt for orgasms.

That’s not to say I don’t have some limits though. There are the men who when I see them crop up on my social media having studiously avoided any contact with them for years that make me want to drop my phone in the bin. There’s an ex boyfriend who took bullshit into a new league, the man who literally compared my cunt in detail to his ex wife’s and the common or garden lazy bastards.

These are the men who you meet online who obviously leap at the chance to get their cock sucked by a slutty woman who has approached them and offered to fulfil their fantasies. Just as long as they don’t have to make any effort at all to the point of passive dismissiveness.

They refuse to travel to meet you, not even attempting to come halfway because as one put it, that costs me money you know. No matter what time you arrange, they need to change it to suit them better even when you’ve made it clear it wasn’t up for negotiation. Or they manage their manners til you meet up and then the rudeness starts in small undermining ways like it’s a transaction they don’t even need to pay for.

Seeing those men cross paths with my life again leaves a very bad taste in my mouth. Why Instagram couldn’t have given me the clues about them before I had to learn for myself instead of afterwards huh? Most of my sluttiness took place before there were these online trails and evidence and it unsettles me slightly.

It removes much of the anonymity and detachment I liked about casual sex and I don’t like an intimate object deciding what level of connection I have with someone after sexual contact with them. Bumping into them in street or crossing paths at a party feels very different to be urged to friend them and engage with them in the non sexual aspects of my life.

That’s something I’ve chosen in my relationship with my Master (and Princess) eschewing casual sex along the way. But I want to know that no social media or instant messaging service makes decisions in my life over his orders…

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High And Dry

Just before you think my whole life is non stop sex and kinky excitement day to day, I’m here to remind you it’s actually much more every day than you think. In fact the only thing I’m particularly sharing with my Master and Princess right now is that my cunt has gone a bit weird.

And the downside of sex with another woman is that if one cunt goes weird, the other is likely to go weird too and you end up texting each other some very strange Google links about bodily functions you didn’t know you could do.

A quick trip to the the proper doctor rather than just Dr Google tells me I’ve probably got bacterial vaginosis which isn’t really an STI but is very easily passed from one cunt to another if you’re fucking another woman. It’s when the natural bacterial balance of your cunt goes a bit awry and you end up with a low level infection.

I’m not sure if I got it first or Princess did but we’ve ended up with matching symptoms and two different styles of antibiotics to sort it. She went for the oral version and I opted for the vaginal version in a gel. Both of us needed seven days treatment and hopefully problem solved.

Most of my symptoms are now gone except that the antibiotics have left their own annoyance. Basically they’ve killed off the good bacteria as well so suddenly I’ve got no sign of life going on and I’m completely dry no matter how much I get turned on. And it’s bizarre.

I’m so used to my body and mind working together to present a united front when I’m horny that it’s confusing and disappointing when my brain is turned on and I can feel the sexual sensations in my cunt such as my clit swelling and everything tingling and wanting to be touched, but I’m still completely dry.

I know different people’s levels of lubrication varies and illnesses, medications, hormones and stressors can affect it from one time to another but for me the only things that tend to impact me are too much booze or not really wanting to fuck. No matter how much my brain is telling me to be sexual, my cunt knows the truth and I’ve always relied on it as a sensible big sister to stop me fucking for the sake of it by listening to the evidence it’s giving me.

So not being able to get wet at all for my Master last night with the John Holmes toy even with lube or spending the day with Princess after my birthday and feeling like my cunt is hibernating while the rest of me is so ready for sex is actually quite distressing. Logically I know it’s the effects of the antibiotics but I associate lack of wetness with not fancying someone and I hate even briefly having that link with my Master and Princess in my mind.

Like anything else you take for granted, you don’t fully appreciate it until you don’t have it anymore and I hadn’t realised how much I associated the mental thoughts of sexual arousal with the feeling of getting wet until now. I can still come from lots of stimulation on my clit but the orgasms aren’t as good. It’s like eating when you have the cold and you still enjoy your dinner but without your sense of smell and taste together it’s not the same. I’m like Samson with a short back and sides.

I’m trying to see it as a chance to try other things, almost like a prolonged feeling of those ruined orgasms my Master used to train me with to hone my submissiveness and stop me gorging myself on coming and then being too lazy for orders. It’s also teaching me to appreciate different types of touch without my cunt clamouring for all the attention.

If it takes a while to resolve it might be a good time for Sir to start spanking me again or playing with those beeswax candles or some hardcore wax play before I suck his cock. The thought of my own cunt ruining orgasms into submissiveness for me is almost hot but I’m still greedy essentially and would rather have the option to let my cunt be fully used too…

High And Dry

Looking In

My Master and I were texting back and forth today as the toy he bought me has been putting ideas of submission in my head. I was imagining kneeling down for him as he bent that monster toy round to give me a clenched fist and five fingers at the same time and I couldn’t help but distract him with my thoughts at work.

I can’t take the credit completely for turning him on tonight when Princess was clearly horny at home with him too but I was delighted to get a text telling me that since she was sucking his cock, I needed to see how many times I could come before he did.

I was to get straight on my knees and ride the John Holmes toy for my first orgasm before working up to the Doxy for the second and sliding as many fingers in alongside the toy for the third. Sir was certainly in the mood to set me quite a challenge tonight.

Sadly my cunt was working quite as fast as his filthy mind and I couldn’t take the toy so he told me to be quick and move straight to the Doxy. Hearing that he had Princess on her back on the kitchen table right by the open window with the lights on for the neighbours to see them made me extremely horny.

I was glad I had chosen to fuck myself on the living room floor tonight so I could really picture them as if I was looking out my window and straight into theirs. Like I was watching them fuck half hoping for an audience, half completely engrossed in how horny they are for each other.

It didn’t take me long to come with the Doxy full speed on my cunt and texting my Master to thank him. He’d switched Princess for her back to her knees and was fucking her throat, coming just as his phone buzzed with my message. The timing was so perfect it definitely made me feel like a voyeur looking in on them but in a good way….

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Door to Door

Princess and I waited in for a parcel the other day marvelling at the modern joys of being able to track your Amazon deliveries on your phone. I was an early adopter of online shopping but even a few years ago, you just had to be in to get the package or you spent weeks tracking it down from some netherworld it went to past your front door.

I was blissfully unaware of this fact as I was spending a lot of time in the house unwell and rarely out and about. My (very nice) neighbour took advantage of this fact to get all her parcels delivered to my house and then she’d pop round for them while I got to flirt with the courier.

Because she ordered from the same catalogue or company a lot it was always the same courier from the same place and he often dropped four or five parcels off a week so at one point I think I saw him more frequently than anyone else and it definitely built from casual flirting into that more directed going somewhere comments.

He was not my type per se in that he was quite short and slight of build but in that way that you know is actually pure sinewy muscle and suppleness underneath that men build casually from life rather than deliberately in a gym. I find this much more appealing that the bulkiness of a gym bunny and combined with being cheekily arrogant, it definitely caught my eye.

I’m not sure if I was the outrageous flirt or he was or we brought it out in each other but as he passed the parcels over to me we’d manage to casually reference his cock in a way that most likely would cause him to get fired in most workplace assessments. My mind was as well acquainted with how I pictured him naked as him in his work clothes actually doing his job.

After about a year of this almost daily sexually charged catching up I didn’t see him for about a month and I was slightly disappointed. Perhaps my neighbour had gone bankrupt and stopped rinsing the Littlewoods catalogue dry five times a week. Maybe he’d left his job. Or I was getting a bit creepy and he’d changed his route. There were still other couriers but it wasn’t quite the same.

Then one late afternoon the doorbell rang and there he was, no corporate polo shirt and cap but a t-shirt showing that lithe muscly body. He explained he’d moved job but was passing by before moving to the other side of town and then paused on the doorstep. I stepped back and let him in. I knew he hadn’t come to chit chat about the gig economy in London. He’d come to fuck.

As soon as he was in my living room with the door closed so the neighbours couldn’t see this home delivery, he kissed me hard and I gave thanks that I rarely wear many clothes in the house. He sank down on my sofa while I stood between his knees and pulled his jeans down just far enough that the tip of his cock was visible reaching out of his underwear .

And it was exactly how I imagined. Against the shape and sleekness of his body his cock looked huge and incredibly appealing. It took willpower to walk away from it to get some condoms from my bedroom but when I came back he was completely naked, lying back on the sofa cock in hand.

He pulled me down onto his lap, carefully stopping my greedy cunt from trying to grind against that gorgeous cock and pulled my top off so I was naked except for a tiny pair of panties. He ran his hands over my body as I squirmed toward him more and tried to get the chance to suck the tip of his cock.

He teased me just long enough before slipping my knickers off and rolling the condom on and pulling me down hard onto him. With my knees up on the sofa I was slightly off balance and all I could do was let his cock slide right inside me so deep I had to just let him basically hold me in place and use his hips to just fuck me as I leaned forward pressed into his chest and right by his face.

The intensity of his cock and the intimacy of how close together we were as we fucked was incredibly hot and we only pulled back slightly for him to lift himself up off the sofa so I tipped back with my tits right in his eye line as he came ridiculously hard into me and I pushed down onto him and came too.

We paused like that for long enough to get our breath back and then we flirted and joked as we got dressed again. He gave me the kind of kiss on the doorstep that only come from having fucked someone you’ll never see again and hints that both his cock and mind will replay the scenario plenty of times in future.

And that’s the only problem with those hot but fleeting fucks, they feel fantastic but leave you so horny all you can do is masturbate to them again immediately afterwards and in my case leave you with a slight sense of longing every time you see a different courier at the door…

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Many Happy Returns

It’s my birthday this week and my Master bought me a present. I’m very impressed that he picked out something that works for all three of us. Something so slutty it requires very specific and precise orders for me to be able to manage it but also something Princess and I can use together.

I mean you could say I’m predictable but I prefer to think that he knows my tastes so well

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Out Of Mind

My Master and Princess have been away for the weekend and because of that I haven’t spoken to them very much. I assumed they’d be pre-occupied and let them get on with it while I plotted a small surprise here for both of them. In fact that was so uppermost in mind that until I spoke to Sir about something else while they were in an airport, I sort of forgot they were still connected to the world as usual.

And it suddenly occurred to me that not only could they still, thanks to the wonders of smartphones, read my blog if they were killing time in an airport lounge but that it hadn’t even entered my head how either of them might feel about reading posts I’ve started writing about other people I’ve fucked.

I’m pretty sure both of them were aware that I’d had some experience beforehand (although if you believe in the concept of virginity, technically Princess took mine with women) but I hadn’t thought before I published if they’d mind reading actual details in the way it’s seen as inappropriate to discuss exes that way usually.

Such a tiny number of the men I’ve ever fucked could be described as an actual ex that I suppose in my head I’d drawn some kind of arbitrary line that it becomes more like describing a night out or a meal I once had. Plus our relationship has always been about sharing sexual things so I didn’t stop to think. Maybe if I’d done more ‘proper’ dating than fucking I’d be more used to automatically considering my partners in that way?

Still gut instinct tells me that despite being owned by my Master he’s not the possessive type in that way and that Princess is more likely to shake her head teasingly about my cunt first think later twenties since she’s always been the opposite to me and combined sex and emotions together.

So I’m pretty sure neither of them read it and felt jealous. But I wondered what else, if anything, it brought up? Are either of them reading it and thinking ‘for fuck’s sake, what were you thinking?’ as I recount a filthy anecdote that is also dripping in risk taking, bad decision making and not even stopping to think about self respect if there was cock to be chased.

It wouldn’t surprise me if it flashed across their mind as it’s certainly crossed mine a few times when I’ve been writing about my past and I want to ask the twenty three old me if she had any fucking sense whatsoever and would she like the number of my excellent therapist instead of a dating app.

I don’t regret my slutty past but I can’t help feel some embarrassment about some of my choices (and a profound sense of relief it was pre internet and pre camera phone.) But I hadn’t realised that it would bother me if my Master or Princess thought less of me for being an idiot rather than being slutty per se.

But then they both tease me affectionately about the married man I was fucking when I met my Master and the fact it took me nearly six months of sex to notice he didn’t have all his front teeth. And if they don’t necessarily judge me for that, then we could assume they aren’t going to start raising eyebrows now.

So what if there’s another possibility? And they find the stories hot? That in some ways it isn’t that different to fantasising about me in a scenario they might want to enact or watching me masturbate in a clip that they can put their own interpretation and kinks on? Maybe it gives them ideas of filth that it wouldn’t have occurred to me to tell them about but enjoyed?

Now that’s an incentive to blog more….

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Go Global

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I am not a traveller. I like to be close to home and near to my things like a proper home bird. My cunt however is much more cosmopolitan and enjoys the attention from all over the world that the blog and the clips afford it.

I’ve been loving seeing how that guest post for Girl On The Net changed my blog traffic (more readers for sure) and also from much further afield. I love that filth is a global language and I see hits from Fiji or Nigeria or China quite frequently.

When I was growing up the world was not as easily connected by air or online and things like stamps or pen pals from another country were still notable and I’m not even that old. So seeing these hits from places that are still so far away and different to my day to day world intrigues me.

I particularly wonder how someone in Sri Lanka or Saudi Arabia or Serbia comes across my cunt and my kinks. It’s like a bigger picture of my eternal interest in how kinks develop. Are you born with the predisposition and things throughout life trigger them off or do you actively seek them out because the interest is there?

Lots of people see the internet’s connection with porn and kink and sex as a bad thing and while I’m not a fan of the mainstream porn industry, I think the way the net brings consensual sexual interests together is a great thing.

I imagine someone in a country where sex expression is even less common than the UK stumbling across a photo of my cunt and discovering that stretching is a real thing it’s ok to like or realising that actually cunt turns them on when they never knew before. Or that they discover that poly relationships are a legitimate way to live from how I describe my Master and Princess.

I don’t for one minute think I have unlimited reach online but there is that awareness that in putting anything out there you can influence other people. Sharing stories and experiences is a way humans have bonded and developed for years and no matter how self aware we are we absorb stigma if we only ever hear things portrayed negatively or one way as ‘normal.’

I am sure I’d have made some dubious decisions along my sexual path anyway but I know I made more than needed because I didn’t have any access to the role model of kinkiness or queerness or non monogamy when I was younger and finding my feet. I wonder how different it would have been if that interest could have been validated instead of made to feel freakish or abnormal?

So I love that there’s even a tiny part that sex blogging about a niche kink plays in reminding people that their tastes might not be mainstream but they are valid. Because no one ever felt better about themselves or more turned on for being shamed for being themselves. Not even the people who like a humiliation kink thrive under that circumstance because it’s not the right context.

Here’s to spreading the word that there’s no one way to be sexually and that it’s a constant learning experience that virtual contact and validation can play a huge part in. I hope people reading sex blogs around the world, including this one, feel better about themselves and have better sexual experiences because of it.

I know I rather enjoy living in London and wondering if that person in Argentina is turned on by my cunt thousands of miles away or if someone in Poland will discover fisting this way. That’s a power dynamic I can’t help but get wet for…

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