SEXUAL FAVOUR

My boyfriend called me and told me to get ready and to meet him at his house in an hour. I spent my time soaking in a warm bath and painting my toe nails. I rubbed perfumed cream into my stomach and thighs and blow-dried my hair in sections so it would fall just as I wanted it to. And I chose an expensive silk deep moss-green coloured dress which fell to the knee, demure, but sultry. I liked the way the bias cut of the silk pulled slightly across my bare ass as I walked. I added pearl stud earrings and a slash of my favorite red lipstick. Finally I slipped on nude-coloured suede high-heels and I was ready for whatever the night would bring.

I loved it when my boyfriend wanted to take me out and show me off. It felt good to stalk by his side, teetering on heels and holding on to his arm, sexed-up and knowing he would fuck me at the end of the night.

When I arrived he took me down to the basement area of his house where he has a small sitting-room and a guest bedroom and bathroom. It's like a little self-contained flat, with a separate entrance, and is cosy though not often used.

He took my coat and gave me a lingering kiss during which he slid his hand up under my dress and grazed the backs of his fingers over my pussy lips. I leaned into him, his kissing had got me hot, but then he drew away and said that there was work to be done and that he needed me to contribute a little to all of our expenses. At that moment there was a knock on the basement door to the street. My boyfriend suggested I go into the bedroom and make myself comfortable while he answered it.

I wasn't quite sure what was going on but I went through anyway and sat on the bed, pulling the door behind me so it was only open a jar. The bedding had been pulled back and new cotton sheets had been put on. I could hear my boyfriend talking in low tones to another man and then they came towards the door and it was pushed open. I just caught sight of my boyfriend slipping cash notes into his pocket and then he was standing there and I could see the other man behind him.

'Now Agatha, this gentleman has answered a discrete notice that I put in a select newspaper, offering your services for a little cock-sucking. The add stated in no uncertain terms how much you enjoyed this...erm...pastime. He  has payed a fair rate and you do really need to contribute a bit towards all the costs. You cost me quite a bit of money with the hotels and plane fares for the trips we take and I thought this would be a good way of working you a little. You'll have to turn him on a bit first, perform a little before you suck him. All right darling? Slip off your dress.'

The man walked in and stood near the bed, I stood up and slipped my dress over my head and then sat back down on the bed just wearing a black lace bra and my nude-coloured suede high heeled shoes.  My boyfriend came into the room as well and closed the door behind him.

'Now Agatha, don't be shy or reluctant as this gentleman has come across town and doesn't need to be kept waiting. Unzip his trousers, perhaps touch him and then play with your pussy as I'm sure he'd like to see that. Oh...and there are a couple of rules, one being that he can have your mouth but he isn't allowed to touch your pussy. OK?'

I nodded my compliance and leaned forward to the front of the mans pants and unbuttoned his trousers. I could already feel on one side that his cock was stiff and upright. I unzipped him and eased his trousers down to the ground. His hand slid down to his underpants and over his cock which was pushing forwards towards my face. I carefully pulled his underpants down as well and his hard cock sprang out. I held his cock firmly in one hand while gently tracing my fingers across the head with the other until a drop of juice appeared, sticky and sweet. I licked my fingers and then gave the head of his cock one long lick before I slid quickly backwards up the bed and leaned against the headboard.

I was getting wet at the sight and feel of this cock and I glanced at my boyfriend. I really wanted to display my pussy and he knew that, knew I'd soon get so aroused that my own desire would take over and I wouldn't be able to stop myself. I flipped my breasts out of the cups of my bra and rubbed my nipples, enjoying the sexy sensation as I rolled the rubbery bullets between the tips of my fingers. Both my boyfriend and this stranger were watching me intently. The man was jerking his cock and staring at me. I couldn't contain myself any longer and as I began to spread my legs, I could hear the man murmuring and sighing under his breath as he squeezed his cock and gestured it towards me.

My fingers slipped down into my wet pussy and I began to feel dizzy with desire. As my fingers played and slid over the soft lips and around my clit

'Slow down Agatha, it looks like that hard cock needs sucking. I think you ought to suck it now, don't you?'

I crawled down the bed on my knees to the man and leaned in until I was right up close and his cock was an inch from my face. I opened my mouth wide and let the smooth shiny head of this mans cock lie on my flattened tongue while I gripped around the solid base. It tasted different, but not unpleasant, and I spooled some spit onto it to moisten the head, sucking a little on it, just taking an inch into my mouth and playing with it.

My pussy was wet from displaying it just now and I was horny and hungrily began to widen my mouth. I could hear the mans breathing ebbing and flowing as my hand loosely jerked him up and down. I liked the feel of this cock in my mouth and wanted more of it inside me.

'Go on Agatha, suck that cock...you really like it don't you?

Yes I did really like it, I liked sucking this strange cock, I liked that this mans hands had now swooped around my head and were holding my cheeks as he pummelled himself into my mouth and that my spit was collecting in the corners of my mouth and dribbling down to my chin. I was so turned-on, on all fours on the bed, my ass in the air and my pussy dripping and twitching.

'Agatha you need some cock in that pussy, you need to be fucked at the same time. That was the other rule. Get ready for my cock, I'm hard and I'm going to fuck you'

And then I felt my boyfriends hands on my ass and his cock slipping into my open pussy, his stiff hard sticky cock penetrating me from behind, giving me what I needed. I started to climax hard at that point, my eyes rolling and half-closed, my mouth full of this strangers stiff shaft, my pussy throbbing in waves, taking my boyfriends hard cock while he fucked me, pounded into me, nailed me.

I love it when my boyfriend fucks me at the end of the night.

LOVE AT A DISTANCE

RS turned me on so much last night. It was so good, and he is so sexy.

It was late for me and I was already in bed and about to sleep but while he was sitting there in the chair he always sits in and which reminds me of a funky 1960's office layout, I noticed that he was wearing a shirt I'd never seen before. It was unusual with a striking purple and green print and when I commented on how much I liked it he moved out of his chair and back a little to show me a wider view. Then he suddenly decided to strip.

It was cool and erotic. I hadn't expected it, as I was sleepy and was expecting a quick chat before I drifted off and he continued with his work, but this aroused me and I snapped out of slumber and watched.  I love getting naked with RS watching me, I'm usually peeling off whatever I'm wearing and revealing my breasts or pussy as a matter of course and though he usually ends up that way too it isn't generally him that starts the disrobing.

He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off revealing his smooth muscular torso, he has a sexy wiry frame, every inch firm muscle, sharp angles, and controlled strength. He is good to look at, great to hold on to when being fucked and has a deeply satisfying and super-hard cock to suck.

He started to remove his jeans, flipping open his belt deftly and dropping them down and he was out of them within seconds. It was the speed as well that started me feeling all restless, wide-awake and sexed-up. I liked the sudden change in direction and I could see that he did too. His erection poked brazenly out of his boxers, still covered, but demanding attention and it made my pussy contract tingle and ache. I really wanted all that hardness inside me.

Stepping neatly out of his underpants he revealed his super-hard shaft, he has a cock that makes my mouth water just to see it in front of me. So powerful and so rigid and stiff, he held it firmly in his hand and jerked it towards me and oh I wanted to suck him so badly, wanted to take his hard cock into the wetness of my mouth and lick and play and suck and swallow and feel him sliding and thrusting down deeply into the back of my throat.

I was getting really horny for him and my fingers were soon down to my pussy and slipping about in the soft, wet, fleshy folds.

Of course we weren't in the same room or even the same house, we were on separate sides of our own little screens, thousands of miles apart and living in different worlds.

GOING WITHOUT

A newly discovered treat is going out wearing dresses and skirts with no panties on underneath. I like it!

It's strange the way its taken such a strong hold of me, I've never had such a powerful urge to do this before. I think its because I miss RS and that I'm craving opportunities to be sexual in some more public but still quite discrete way.

I really was very sexually immature and withdrawn before RS but once we hooked up, we got to play games  and  he helped to release all my inner-sluttishness, I became, at last, deeply satisfied. But then he had to work away and its been a long stretch without him and my sexuality feels as if its been stalled or stopped in its tracks. I suppose I just need to continue being the me I really am. I'm deeply into my sexy self and now that its fully awakened it's reaching out to be active in some way.

Its a turn-on, the feel of my shaved pussy, stripped bare and exposed, under a dress.  Today I went to the supermarket and just wore a longish stretchy black cotton dress and strappy sandals. Actually I was wearing a black bra as well but that's all I had on underneath. I guess I looked pretty milfy anyway and if the check-out boys only knew what was going on under my frock and the thoughts that were sliding through my mind they'd have been in a frenzy.

What I really wanted to do was lift up my skirt and slip my fingers down to rub my pussy as I was getting so horny. My pussy needs a lot of attention.

I did my shopping and went back to the car. Once inside I couldn't wait to pull up my skirt and feel my juicy pussy between my thighs. I was so sexed-up and wet, my fingers quickly slipping through the folds of my pussy lips and massaging around my clit.

I went home and as I was on my own I went straight upstairs and got my vibrator out of my underwear draw. I hitched up my skirt and sat on the edge of the bed with my legs spread and turned the vibe on. Oh so good.

I lasted all these years until early last summer RS sent me a rocket vibrator in the post. It makes me cum really intensely, its not as good as being fucked but its far far better than using your hand.

GROUP VIEWING

They had just finished dinner and were waiting for coffee to arrive when RS had leaned in to Agatha and suggested that if she got up onto the table they would all be able to see how special she was to him and how proud he was of her.

It had been a dinner at a private dining club in the centre of the city, expensive and exclusive,  and he had wanted to introduce her to some friends, all male and they had met in the small private room, enclosed by a single heavy dark-red velvet curtain, at the back of the members club. There were 6 of them altogether, including Agatha and RS, and they had had dinner and were chatting while waiting for coffee and brandies to arrive.

Agatha had been shocked when he had first said it and she had laughed it off and then asked him to repeat himself as she thought she must have misheard him.

'Sweetheart, I said that I would rather like to show you off to my friends and that I thought it might be a good idea if I help you up on to your chair and then onto the table where everyone will be able to see how special you are to me. Would you mind doing that for me darling one?'

She had blushed and was a little uncomfortable at the thought of all the attention. She glanced around the room, the conversation had dropped to near silence, the only sound was that of the maitre'd who was going around the table serving coffee and brandy. She noticed that a couple of the men were watching them and it made her a slightly nervous but also a little excited. She nodded to RS that it would be fine.

Agatha was wearing a clingy silk wrap around dress, slinky and black with black hold-up stockings underneath, high heels and little else. Some antique pearl earrings, a spray of Bulgari perfume and a lick of red Chanel  lipstick was all that she added and it had been his suggestion not to wear a bra or panties or garter belt that night.

'Just wear those stockings that hold themselves up and nothing else would you? I want you to be, underneath your dress, as close to naked as possible'.

He helped her up onto her chair but then said to her to wait as he turned to address the table.

'Gentlemen I'd like to introduce you to Agatha in a more informal and...intimate way, she is really rather special to me and is full of sexual intensity which I am sure she won't mind allowing you to see. In fact Agatha was just made for sexual activity and displaying herself''.

Agatha was stunned at RS's comments, and she felt her cheeks redden with embarrassment. But at the same time she could feel herself getting a little turned-on by his words. All the men assembled around the table were now watching her. And she felt her pussy tingle with desire in the tense sultry atmosphere.

RS then turned back to her and ran his hand down the front of her thighs and opened the wraparound skirt to reveal her pussy shaved and naked. She immediately felt a rush of sexual warmth running around inside her causing her breath to shorten and her pussy to moisten and swell in anticipation of his touch.

In the car, earlier, he had slipped his finger between her legs and on into the slippery folds of her pussy. She had sighed and gasped at the same time, with his finger in her pussy, she'd do anything he wanted and she'd wriggled and pushed her hips to meet his penetration, wanting to him to rub her clitoris, but he'd stopped and said she'd have to wait a little longer for pleasure tonight.

He kept her dress open so her pussy was now exposed to the onlookers, even the man serving coffee stopped what he was doing and looked at Agatha's pussy. RS then leaned down and kissed her pussy lightly with his lips. He then stood up and whispered into her ear 'Slip off your dress and get up onto the table'.

Agatha unhooked the little buttonhole at the side of her dress and let the silky wrap drop off her shoulders and to the ground. Her pussy felt aroused and achy and she felt very sexy, her body exposed and vulnerable. She liked it.

She climbed onto the chair and then up onto the table on her hands and knees and crawled the few inches to the middle. RS was watching her intently, watching her reaction to the men, watching to see how desirous she was of playing this game.

Agatha glanced around her at the assembled men. Two of them were nursing erections that she could see clearly through their trouser pants, one man had unzipped himself and had slid his hand inside his trousers.  Agatha knew that he was holding his hard cock while he was staring at her face. Another man leaned forward to try to see her pussy between her legs. Agatha was kneeling in the middle of the table, her nipples felt hard and rubbery and she wanted RS to pinch them to ease all the tension that was building up inside her. She felt restless and pushed out her breasts towards the men, she needed to wriggle about and to show them her body.

'Darling I really think you should let our friends have a better look, why don't you sit on your bottom and lean back on your elbow a little. And spread your legs so that we can see your pretty pussy properly'

'Do you like this Agatha?' he asked.

'Do you like showing your pussy to these men, does it make your pussy wet, are you thinking of their hard cocks wanting to penetrate you?

Yes she was. Agatha was aching for their cocks. She wanted to touch herself, to play with her pussy, she was a sexy horny girl and she needed satisfying. RS knew exactly what she needed.

'Agatha why don't you show everyone how you touch and play with your pussy, show everyone what you show me?'

And Agatha couldn't stop herself now, she was overwhelmingly and deeply aroused by this small audience of men and the thought of their cocks. She let her fingers slip down to her pussy and sink into the wetness in front of everyone. She slipped her fingers in through her silky shaven slit and she began to rub and play, her fingers sliding over the swollen bud of her clit and her stretchy slippery pussy lips. She was turned on with the men watching her with their hard cocks, she could smell her pussy on her fingers, fresh and sweet and sexy and the men's faces, blankly switched on to what she was doing, cocks stiff  and mesmerised at the sight of her pussy.  Her desire heightened and came in waves, deeper and unstoppable, her pussy was wet and open and aroused and displayed as she rubbed herself until she came, gasping and moaning with pleasure, on top of the table in a darkened private dining room, in a members club, in a large metropolitan city.

SEXY STOCKINGS

I love prancing about in my underwear if I'm on my own at home, and if RS is here, and its the end of the day and its just us, then I love dressing up in sexy panties and strutting around knowing that he'll be watching me and that we'll both be thinking the same thing and both be getting excited.

Sometimes I like browsing at different online underwear sites. It feels like quite a frivolous thing to do but its all swathed in sexy feminine feelings and these days I embrace that side of me whole-heartedly. I just find, that after years of suppressing all of the myriad sexual threads within my mind that something easy and unsophisticated like choosing what goes closest to my skin is an overlooked and uncomplicated pastime. And anyway its fun and it makes me happy!

I like imagining how I'd feel in different sets and whether I'd be coy or sexy or downright slutty. There is one site that sells 1940's inspired suspender sets. Lots of thick elasticated garter belts and pale seamed stockings, its quite formal and not at all sluttish, more sort of matronly glamour with a twist but still very sexy. I like the nude-tone stockings, with the creamy straps which clip them up in place on the garter belt. It exudes a no-nonsense type of sex-appeal, no fussiness or tedious sensitive mood-swings. The girl that wears these get-ups just wants to get down to sexual business with a playful spank on her bottom and the smoothing touch of a mans hand against her stockings at the top of her thighs.

And the feel of pulling on a fresh sexy set after a shower at the end of a long day in itself is good....and then to go downstairs and serve drinks just like that and with high heels is a really dreamy feeling of power and weakness all bound together. Its using the feminine strengths to their fullest capacity, parading about with confidence, but with dainty flirty lingerie instead of a power suit. I can think of nothing I'd rather do, when alone with a man, than to stalk about, lean in and give him lingering kisses, let him touch me a little, turn him on and wait for his next move. Of course its for me too, it turns-me on deeply and I get really horny displaying myself like that.

I love the feel of soft satin and flimsy silk and the slight sense of vulnerability which comes from just wearing garter-belt and stockings and a big smile while doing tasks in the kitchen or serving snacks.

And then I'll come and sit astride him, legs wide apart, and pussy touchable through the soft silky net fabric. I'll be sexed-up at this point, feeling full of desire and wanting his touch. If I'm lucky he'll gently rub my pussy on the outside, just playfully and knowing that I want it. Its a tease but we both know it'll get serious later. Its playing and it adds another layer to everything.

I don't know why but I like the snap of panty elastic as they are pulled down my thighs, and the offering of my pussy in a sexed-up and be-ribboned package just aching to be handled and undone. Sometimes even just plainly clad in the simplest of white cotton knickers is a big turn-on.

And if you've read earlier posts you'll know that I'm perfectly happy to be naked, with or without my outer clothes, I can get as excited about wearing nothing as about some sexy underwear set. But little scraps of scant or flouncy seductiveness make it fun, what can be sexier than revealing what is hidden, bouncing out breasts and nipples to be sucked, and there can be nothing quite as nice as bending over, whilst semi-naked and letting a man glimpse your pussy from behind. Maybe then I'll hold his cock firmly with one hand at the base and feel it hardening into my pussy. And at that point, when he slips his hard cock inside me, the game will move up a gear.

JUST GIVE IT TO ME...HARD

I slip out of my jeans and shirt and sit across the screen from you dressed just in a thin white vest and white panties.

You stare back at me, unpicking my thoughts from thousands of miles away. Unravelling my carefully created composure. You lean back in your chair, draw your finger across your upper-lip, and with your eyes still scanning through the contents of my mind I start to squirm and ache. You cause my desire to ripen in front of you. I can't stop myself.

Soon my hands are reaching into my vest and flipping my breasts out. I roll and squeeze my nipples between my eager fingers and it feels so good to have you looking at me, wanting me.

And I can see your cock so hard.

Then a few minutes later my fingers play with my pussy, in front of you, pulling those panties aside so you can watch me play, see me getting aroused, your voice and your gaze turning me on more. I'm sliding down a slippery slope into a loosened mouth of desire. I crave your lips on mine, easing this hunger.

If you were here I'd need you to take that firm hard cock of yours and slide it into my wet mouth. Slide it right in, right down into my throat like that, sucking and filling my mouth with your cock. I'll suck you so deeply.

Instead, with you watching through the screen, I rub my pussy because I can't stop myself. I'm so aroused and I think about sucking you with my wet mouth while rubbing my fingers over my wet pussy.

When you get here I want you to give it to me. Hard.

I'M A VERY HORNY GIRL

I woke up horny again and needing to be fucked. My pussy was wet and when I rubbed my fingers through the stickiness I just needed to feel a hard cock slide in. But it had to be another day with a fantasy. And for another few weeks at least.

But that didn't stop me feeling horny all day.

I was up early and out, going to a car-boot sale in the middle of a field. I had to drive slowly over the little grassy bumps, careful that it didn't scrape the belly of my car.

The sun was so sharp, when it dipped down and out of the clouds, and I had to alternate between my sunglasses and my reading glasses as I went from seller to seller, looking through boxes of tatty paperbacks and rails of creased damp clothes. I just wanted to find something pretty to wear really. I wasn't interested in the books or the endless piles of hideous pink plastic children's toys.

I pictured a dress the colour of my skin, with a heavy creamy silk-satin lining which would slid over my bare legs and stomach and zip up at the back with a perfect fit. I could wear nude-tone stockings which would belt up across my thighs to the cream coloured straps of my suspenders. And no panties. I felt so moist today and imagining my pussy grazing against the satin lining of this imaginary dress was very sexy. One softness against another.

And when he saw me in it he would take me in his strong arms and dip his head down into my neck, just behind my ear and inhale deeply. And he'd know I'd be ready for him.

His hands would run over my bottom sliding down my outer thighs. And I'd lean into him, my mouth open for his, my breasts aching and pushing into his hard chest, my nipples desperate for him to nip them gently with his teeth.

I'd feel weak as he kissed me, our tongues wet and hungry, mouths spilling over. I liked the way I felt light-headed in his arms, dizzy and distracted with desire. I'd need to rub my pussy against his cock, feel his stiff hard cock bulging out towards me, wanting me.

And I'd lift the flesh coloured dress up and quickly expose my pussy to him, needing him to see me and taste me. I'd be against the wall and my legs would part and my hands would be caressing the curls on his head as he pressed his face into my wet pussy lips. He'd run his hands over my stockinged thighs and start to kiss and lick my smooth bare pussy and my legs would give way a little as I felt his tongue slipping inside.

And then he would slip out of his jeans and release his stiff cock and he would need to fuck me straight away. There wasn't any need for anything else. He just wanted his hard cock inside my pussy. And I needed it so badly, I needed him to fuck me so badly, and feeling him pounding into me was so good, nothing better, fucking me on the floor, giving me what I wanted and letting me cum at last, grinding his cock into me with rough love and passion.

Fantasy fuck. But I'll get a real one soon.

KISS MY PUSSY

Do you want to see me spreading my legs, showing you my pussy? I'll part my legs and show you what I've got, my pussy behind my panties, plain panties, plain pussy, all fresh and shaved and ready to play. You'll see my hand rub over my panties, my fingers searching, the outline of my pussy showing through, the thickness of my lips turned-on and dampened and visible through the damp cotton.

My pussy, all smooth and flushed, a swollen ripening fruit, lips parted a little, moist, the bud of my clit hidden in the softest of folds.

And I need you to give me some attention.

I'll lift the edge of my panties, down by the inside of my thigh, and you'll see my pussy spill out a little more, swollen and aching to be licked or fucked. And you know your way around, how to make me ache and twist and pant for more of your touch.

I want it.

So I'll sit in front of you and reveal my pussy, hitching back my skirt further and spreading my legs a little bit wider, feeling horny as you look at me. I like you to look. I like to feel so vulnerable, I get a thrill from exposing the most private part of me and I pull back my panties so you have to stare and I can then see your erection growing, your cock getting harder at the sight of my pussy, ready for licking, for fucking.

And its all yours.

Here, look again, I'm parting my pussy and sliding my fingers around in the slipperiness, the outer lips all elastic and stretchy, the inner pink lips needing your tender licks, restless, so so restless, my clit needs your mouth, your kiss.

Come on take it...its so ready to be used by you. I'm such a horny girl and I need to be used properly.

I'm so turned-on and its aching, so aching to be touched by your hand, for your lips to kiss and lick and suck my pussy, make my heart pound and my muscles contract, take me and fuck me. 

Love me and use me.

SMOOTH BETWEEN MY LEGS

I first started to shave my pussy about 10 years ago. I'd never seen one shaved  before, girls don't tend to show each other these things, or at least my girlfriends didn't, though I do remember there was a lot enthusiastic chat about bare pussies at the time.

One of my friends sisters had had a Brazilian wax and I was fascinated. She said she had had it done to wear with see-thru knickers. I noted that when she told people this (and there was an element of her wanting to shock) women would either be horrified and made faces of repulsion or else they were quietly interested. I just listened and kept my thoughts to myself but  knew straight away that I'd like to try it too. I'm always interested in anything sexual and the thought of exposing my pussy in this way was a turn-on from the word go.

I was still in my unhappy and sexless marriage at the time but I still wanted to do it - for myself as much as anything else.

I didn't like the thought of a painful wax treatment around my delicate pussy lips so I decided to take matters into my own hands and try a little shaving.

Shaving your pussy is a really tricky procedure. The flesh, even though strong and elasticy, is also incredibly tender and easily hurt. You have to slowly take each tiny fold and very gently shave a small section at a time. No big sweeping strokes or rapid movements, its a time-consuming habit but one that I'm happy to do. I shave most mornings now as I really like my pussy to be as soft and smooth as possible and I've grown used to all the little flaps and folds and where to take greatest care.

And now, when I slip my hand down between my legs, or RS parts me with his fingers searching for my sexed-up centre, its as smooth and soft as it could possibly be. Highly sensitive to every movement, all ready for play.

It felt funny the first time I felt it but so nice to be able to feel all the flesh without hair in the way. And the flesh which is so soft and tender suddenly only needs the most delicate of touches to get the best feeling. Also it exposed my pussy's 'face'! like suddenly seeing a man who you are used to seeing with a beard clean-shaven for the first time - it takes a while to get used to the new 'face'. But I love my pussy and love the way it looks, all luscious and on display. I love the feeling of being so exposed. Its so sexy and its great for oral loving.

If I wear panties and I'm getting turned-on and horny, the lips start to swell and puff a little out of the side, the flesh unable to stay hidden, needing to show itself, wanting attention. And it looks great unable to be contained in the panties, just a little naked pussy lip peeking out and wanting to be sucked and licked.

And when I expose myself to RS I feel a thrill of excitement. I open my legs and let him see my pussy all smooth and ready to be kissed and loved. Gentle kisses with his mouth or maybe harder thrusts with his cock. Either way feels better now my pussy is naked and exhibited, an open spectacle ready for love.

Its his pussy really, his mouth that sucks at the outer lips, his tongue that probes and licks and kisses the pink inner flesh, his kisses that make me cum when he is down there loving me. All of those layers like chiffon scarves leading up and around the clit become open to every breath and the very slightest pressure from the tongue will lift those folds and expose it to the deepest pleasure.

Shaving my pussy really was a very smart move. Sex is sexier. And if you are deeply sexual, that is the whole point.

HORNY

 I miss RS and I've been feeling horny all day. It all started by a photo that I saw on fb. Someone posted it, maybe as a joke as it looks like a well-known actress, but as soon as I saw it I began to feel sexed-up.

The photo is of a woman with her mouth open and just about to take a hard cock into it. Her mouth is wide and lipsticked. The cock is so hard you can almost see it pulsing under the taut skin. The woman has one hand around the base and she is drawing the cock into her waiting mouth and her other hand is around another cock to the side, another hard cock that she is going to suck next.

I love sucking RS's cock and if he was here I'd be sucking him now. I love the feeling of him filling my mouth and throat. It makes my pussy wet and achey for him. I love the warm-up too, holding the base and licking long and slow up the shaft and then taking him into my mouth as far as I can. I get very turned on by the strength of his cock, his constant hard-ons that need attention from my mouth or pussy. I love the feeling that he is going to fuck me with it, all stiff and ready to make me cum.

So he'll fuck me, hard. And I'll suck him some more, once I've cum. I'll suck him deep and firm, my thick tongue loving him, my lips enveloping him and he'll spurt into my mouth and down my chin.

I need to feel his hardness in my mouth. It comforts me!

That photo got me hot. Again.

Years ago I was married to a man who didn't want to make love to me. We were together for around 18 months before we married and in the beginning we had a regular, and what seemed satisfactory, sex life.

The sex we had was almost formal though, he was that way in public and maybe I gave the impression of needing to be treated that way in bed so it tended toward pedestrian in terms of imagination. I didn't know better and he didn't want to explore. It satisfied and if you don't know anything else that can seem enough. But I was in for a big shock the day we got married.

From that point on he no-longer wanted to touch me. It was the most painful punch in the face and yet I still thought it was better to stay and endure and live unhappily on his terms. By an amazing fluke we produced a child but our sex life throughout the marriage was at its best reduced to maybe 5 times in a year and for the last 5 years there was no physical contact at all. I was very unhappy and sexually tormented.

Once, in an effort to create some passion, I dressed in a wraparound skirt and underneath wore stockings and a basque. We were taking a black cab across London when I reached across, took his hand, and placed it on my inner thigh. He recoiled in horror and said I looked cheap. And so I withdrew.

But during those dreadful parched and virtually sexless years I began to seek out erotic fiction. It was a medium I could relate to and which gave me a chance to get secretly turned-on and to satisfy all my latent sexual hunger.

I soon discovered Anais Nin and her collections of short stories 'Delta of Venus' and 'Little Birds'. I would lie in bed, or in the bath and devour them. They showed me, at last, the sort of sexy world that I wanted to play in. The writing was fun and a little dangerous and reading them made me deeply horny.

One story was about a girl sitting in a tree, I think, wearing no underwear and with her legs open. A couple of men are standing underneath and staring up at her pussy and discussing her. The girl hasn't seen them, or pretends not to notice. The thought of sitting in a tree and exposing my pussy got me really hot and I immersed myself in erotic literature and masturbated secretly.

It was actually quite funny that my ex always said that masturbation was a rather dirty and unevolved pastime - while I was often in a room next to him secretly in a frenzy with my pussy and high on my own sexy thoughts.

Another story I remember was about a woman sitting in the cinema, in the back row, in the dark, and then feeling a hand from the stranger next to her, a gentleman, slipping over her thigh and under her skirts to her pussy. I could easily imagine myself as that woman in the cinema, a strangers hand crawling under my skirt and up my thigh and gently slipping his finger into my moist pussy. Something about enjoying something one shouldn't...or maybe it's the fact that in both those stories the woman is either unaware that she is being watched or at the mercy of an unknown man in a darkened room and thereby a little vulnerable makes it deeply sexy to me.

I have probably embellished these stories over the years to capture my own taste. What I do know is that they gave me a pointer to what was going on in other peoples worlds. And an outlet for my own very powerful sexual needs. I still had to wait a long time before I had the courage to take control of those sexy realms of fantasy and satisfaction myself. And that happened when someone who truly loved me took me by the hand and led me there.

Incredibly long day. Been with Pablo, who I am a PA to, and then back home cooking supper and checking emails.

Pablo lives in a beautiful artists community in a nearby hamlet. A wonderful Gothic house with thick stone walls, turrets and secret doorways which lead into hidden walled-gardens.

It has spectacular grounds, acres of rich green lawns and woodland dotted throughout with stark modernistic sculptural pieces.

Pablo comes from a moneyed back-ground, lives on a trust fund with no need to work and suffers from a lack of motivation. Sometimes its hard even to get him out of bed. He shares his bed with a huge leggy Irish wolfhound, Mona.

But today he is up and relatively happy and we spend the next two hours talking through his issues. Then we decide to go for a walk.

It is so breathtaking, every corner you turn holds another treasure:  a perfectly straight avenue of Lime trees or a double cast-metal sculpture of an angular couple, a man and woman, rigidly comfortable within the verdant surroundings. We talk about Pablo's last girlfriend and the need for truth and intimacy in a loving relationship.

'But what do you mean by intimacy Agatha?' he asks.

And I have to tread carefully here, Pablo has been open and happy today, he isn't always like this and I don't want to alarm him by raising subject matter that I know concerns him.

'Well I mean that if you want to be close to another, really close, you have to be very open about yourself and your desires. If you present an idealised or edited version they will never know the real you. If you want true intimacy you have to reveal'.

'Oh yes of course,' he says. But he has no-idea what I mean by 'reveal'.

Pablo has issues with adult feelings. He is 40 years old, has never worked outside of running family investments and spent a large chunk of his life in therapy. He has had a combination of incredible good fortune and appalling bad luck. He is good-looking, kind and intelligent, but he struggles to find meaning in his life and finds it difficult to get close to women.

And what I really mean is sexual intimacy. You have to say what you want and keep nothing hidden. It may feel a bit scary, but if you love and trust your partner, the vulnerability just adds to the sex.

Ever since RS arrived at my door I have become more and more open about what I want sexually. I used to hide behind a certain poise, a demeanor that I imagined was what was wanted. It wasn't.

And all the little fantasies that would flit through my mind over the years have now become reality.

I like to strut around the house dressed in just high heels and panties and serve RS drinks. It seems such a tame thing now but only a couple of years ago I would have felt uncomfortable doing that even though I certainly fantasied about it. Or sitting in an arm chair wearing a dress with no panties. I like doing that for RS. Opening my legs and hitching up my dress so he can see my shaved pussy. I like it when we skype and I gently pull my pussy lips apart to show RS the inner pink fleshy part. It makes me damp thinking about that one.

Going around in a dress with no panties is a big turn-on, its like displaying the goods before the game begins. The easy access means lots of fun before the real action. I like it if RS slips his moistened finger into my pussy while we kiss. But what really excites me is to bend over so RS can see my pussy from behind. I know he  likes this, he says my pussy looks like fruit dangling from the crook of a branch. I like him to put his face right up close to my pussy and kiss and suck the lips.

Or if he's sitting on the sofa when I give him his drink then I like to kneel down and unzip his jeans and pull out his for-sure already hard cock. Then I'll suck him for a while before nipping back to freshen up our glasses.

I crave and love any sort of sexy fun.

Pablo, though, is so caught up in other issues that I'm not even sure if he likes sex or is sexual on any level.

Spent the day thinking about masturbation and fielding phone calls from my family.

Tomorrow I have a full working day and no time to myself. I'm very lucky in that I am able to manage my life in a way that means I get plenty of time on my own, which I really like. I know I'm fortunate to have that and that its a luxury to only work on certain days and spend the others doing as I choose. But I don't waste my time and there is never enough of it. I write and I research stuff for various writing projects I have on the go, I also have a child to take care of and a house to run. And a father to deal with.

My father is rich and pays the school fees and to be perfectly honest, I'm just waiting for him to die so I can inherit. I don't even know if he'll leave me much but I'm prepared to put a little ground work in to ensure I'll get something. He thinks of me as a dutiful daughter...the problem is that I know too many of his secrets. There is no-longer any love involved on my side. I think of it as a business arrangement.

First thing this morning I skyped with the Rock Star ( RS - my boyfriend) and my rocket. It was early for me and late for him and I had my laptop by the side of the bed so we could play straight away, even before coffee.

I always feel horny as soon as I wake. I get a delicious achy feeling in my pussy and straight away I need to rub between my legs if I'm on my own. I sleep naked and my fingers play around off and on all night, its a natural calming thing to do, its more playful than anything but it means I'm sort of semi-aroused through-out the night and horny and ready to go first thing.

I switched on my laptop and RS was waiting for me, sitting in a big comfortable chair in front of his screen. He was naked and had a big hard-on. We chatted for a bit but then went straight to the action.

I find it really sexy to see his cock hard and ready to fuck me. It turns me on quickly and I start to rub my pussy  as he watches. I'm also watching him as he grips his cock and jerks it up and down. It makes my pussy wet.

I remember years ago, when I was still married, feeling so sexually hard-done by. I used to sneak into the bathroom to masturbate while my ex was in the sitting room watching TV. He didn't satisfy me enough and he didn't understand that I needed a lot of attention. I'd lock the door in the bathroom, pull down my jeans and panties and sit on the bath mat and masturbate. I'd think about a hard cock.

This cock would be in my mouth and I'd take it slowly down my throat a little until it began to drip with its own sweetness. Then I'd start to suck a little harder on this imaginary cock. And one hand would be down at my pussy rubbing in the slipperiness. I'd cum pretty quickly but it would have been so much more fun to be able to share this stuff with someone.

Its all different now though. This morning RS was trying to get me to slow down but I was straight in with my rocket. I just needed to cum and then get on with my day. Sometimes its like that. I just need a quick orgasm, a quick fuck. Nothing else, just satisfaction. I don't even need words.

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