Happy new year!

And here we are, 2009! I have no idea how that happened, frankly! I had the most amazing NYE. I honestly don't think I could ever have a better time. It wasn't anything fancy - a houseparty with my better half and his friends, who seem to have fairly well adopted me into their social circle :) It was a civilized bash, all red wine and soft lighting... (well, no wine for me but less said about my begrudging sobriety the better!) My new years kiss was with the man I love. Life is sweet. Life became even sweeter when we headed back to the flat for the first sexings of 2009... And my god, did the first session go with a bang.. There are worse places to be than handcuffed, legs spread and a certain someone's tongue working hard... I am also rather proud that I got over my toy issue and got intimate with my glass dildo for my man. That was very good.

NK  x

Just a quickie today...

For I feel there isn't a lot to say! The LoveHoney mammoth sale has started today and I've been very restrained - I've only bought one item, the mini magnetic vibe which is done from £14.99 to £1.99!!! Something not too phenomenal I should imagine, but a laugh at £2! There are also interesting whispers coming from Ruth LH about christmas day and a couple of luxury things at bargain prices... I shall have to log on christmas day I think! I'm probably the least sex obsessed I have ever been at the moment.. Just really stressed by Christmas, college and everything. I also haven't seen himself since a week and a half ago. :( I hope to update you in a far more positive fashion soon.

NK x

An Independent Mind...?

I've had a programme sat waiting for me on my Sky+ for over a week - a feature length documentary made by Rex Bloomstein called An Independent Mind, which I finally got round to watching last night. It features 8 characters from across the globe, all with very different lives but each with their own story to tell in relation to freedom (or lack thereof) of speech. The one that is most relevant in the context of this blog has to be that of Chinese sex blogger, Mu Zimei. At it's height of popularity, her blog received 10m+ hits a day. It's no great surprise then, that she was approached to turn her blog into a book to be published (especially in the context of other notable sex bloggers who have had similar deals - "Abby Lee" etc). The difference there, of course, is that Abby (as she chose to be known) was in a country where censorship laws are actually far more relaxed than I'd say we give them credit for. Don't get me wrong; there are times when I feel various bodies overstep the line here too, but nothing NEAR what they did to Mu. The book was effectively banned, then she lost her job in journalism, hasn't been able to publish anything in mainland China since 2003, and was pressured to shut down her blog. There is still considerable moral outrage directed at Mu in China - people allegedly calling her the "town bike" and a "willing slut". Lets not forget, though, that historically speaking, China doesn't have the greatest track record in respect for human rights. In context, it's hardly a surprise that they took such issue with Mu. There are times when you realise how lucky you are to live here. It's easy to say the UK is a bad place to live, to point out it's failings and flaws... But all things considered it might not be such a terrible place. Vibrators and dildos are legal, for example (Unlike Texas) and we can blog about fucking all we want. A day to be glad of the freedoms we are granted, perhaps?

NK x

Too Many?

I know I have a lot of toys. That's obvious, and pretty much indisputable. Recently I've seen a couple of posts by fellow bloggers about the amount of toys they have and normally included a pic. So, earlier, I nipped to my bedroom and collected the lovelies on my bed. Appologies for the unstraightened sheet (and yes, it is grey... goes well with the black metal the bed is and the black duvet - what a goth, eh?!)...

NOT in that pic are my plain metal handcuffs, my fluffy black handcuffs and my spankties. Hmm, it is quite a bit. But as I disagree fundamentally with the concept of "too many" it cannot be so! It's both crazy and amazing that there are still other things I want, isn't it? The vibe near the centre, transparent blue with an egg vibe in it and a white battery compartment? That was my first ever. I think it may have to go bye-byes in the rabbit amnesty. Seeing as you can send more than one (i think - i'll have to check again!) i might also sling the white one next to it, tbh. It's not the best thing and it's seen better days. I should probably consider the same fate for the Sex Pistol (the purple and black spikey thing from ann summers a long time ago) as it doesnt and more than likely wont see use... In fact - I've been eyeing the Jessica Rabbit Platinum - and while the LH price of £29.99 is good, £14.99 post amnesty discount is mighty mighty tempting! *contemplates*

NK x

Weekend ftw...

My weekend was good. Very good in fact. Things had been a little rocky (to say the least) with R, but somehow things seem to have fixed themselves. I honestly don't know how - and quite frankly I don't intend to probe too deeply into the reasons, but things feel good, they feel resolved. Maybe it's shallow to say it but part of that "knowing" that things are okay is that the sex we had this weekend was probably the best we've had ever. Full on hair pulling, nails in skin, moaning fucking. I'd have worried that we were heard friday night except for the fact we didn't get to it till about 4am and everyone else in surrounding rooms was drunk, stoned or a combination of the two anyway. It's very unlike me to moan and in a way that's something i do hope changes over time. A moan can be very erotic and pleasing to hear coming from your partner, speaking from experience and I'd like to be a bit more vocal. It wasn't an intentional thing though, it was slightly strange in that I was naturally more 'lost in the moment' and free in the whole sex thing and the moaning just happened. The following day when we woke up (afternoon, of course - after all, it was gone 5am before any sleep had been had), hands started wandering... As his fingers worked on my clit, i ran my nails down his back, across his hip, and let my fingers slowly glide towards his hardening cock... Now, its strange; not trying to sound big headed here, but I know I give a damn good hand job it's an undervalued skill if you ask me!) but in the whole of the time I've been with R, I haven't given him one... well, ive started him off like that but it's always progressed to sex. Feeling my clit get a little too sensitive, I push his fingers down into me and he begins to thrust them into me as i continue to wank him. I feel him harden in my hand and he mumbles something incomprehensible while pushing another finger into me. Driven by pure passion and pleasure, i continue, harder and faster... he lets out another moan as i feel his hot cum hit me and cover my skin. Relaxing slightly, i see him looking at me, as he remarks "That was a first". I assume he means in our relationship, but he clarifies that no girl has ever managed to wank all the way to orgasm before. I ask how the hell not, and he says he doesn't know, but none of them ever could... my answer: "ah, but none of them were me." (Damn, recounting that has made me far too horny.... and he's not here. Just me and the toys then...)

NK x