Scarlet the Harlot

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2012-01-21T11:32:00.004Z

I love January, the whole "fresh start" thing appeals to me greatly, a new 12 months to make mistakes, and learn from them.

January is also when "The Boy" celebrates his birthday, which has meant that it often is a month when we will see each other to enjoy our birthday blow job tradition.

This year I have a resolution to eat healthily - so far so good! To start to enjoy life a little more - hmmm getting there slowly on that one. But, most importantly to blog more, and yet here I am, almost at the end of January, posting for the first time with only a few days left in the month.

I'm sorry, personal matters have completely taken over my spare time lately, but there is a vague dot of light at the end of the tunnel now, and soon you will again have my full attention.

In the meantime, please visit some of the lovely folk I link to, I'm sure they're all far better at keeping their sites up to date than I am

S xxxx

Santa Baby

2011-12-22T18:54:00.003Z

I don't particularly want a sable under my tree this year, to be entirely honest, I don't even have a tree - this is mostly because I'm going home for the holidays, but more on that later.

I would quite like a new man, not necessarily the one pictured, he's mostly there because of his hat. Or an old man - there are some rather fabulous ones in my back catalogue after all.... Just someone to kiss under the mistletoe etc.

Other than that..... Hmmm, I quite need a new sofa, and my heating could do with fixing, and no that is not a euphemism, but to be entirely honest there really isn't a great deal that I need.

I'll be off to my home town on Saturday, to spend a week with the ones I love, and I have to say, this year, I'm looking forward to it far more than last year, when I had to have surgery just before Christmas.

This year has been mostly uneventful. As you can tell, as I haven't really had a great deal to tell you. So for now, I'll just wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year and I'll be back soon

S xxxxx

Dates

2011-11-18T19:15:00.003Z

My friends want to set me up on some dates. I have a couple of choices.....

Bachelor Number 1 - 10 years older than me, just come out of a long term relationship, works with a close friend's husband, loves cats (this part is very important)

Bachelor Number 2 - 7 years younger than me, good friend and neighbour of another close friend, in need of an "older woman" apparently.

Both, I'm sure are delightful - thus far I have not even been tempted to check them out on Facebook.

I told "The Boy" about my friends and their matchmaking skills, well, their potential matchmaking skills at the very least!

His reaction?

"What about me?"

"What about you????"

"since when did you want to date me?"

"We were planning a date" - ah the hotel trip, but wait I thought...

"I thought we were planning sex?"

"A sex date then"

"hmmm"

"I like dates"

"With me????"

"Yes"

My girlfriends at work (said matchmakers) were privy to this conversation, I sat looking perplexed, they sat designing their "Team The Boy" T-Shirts.

Curiouser and curiouser

S xxxx

Hotel

2011-11-02T17:54:00.000Z

It's been a long time since I've found myself locked away in a hotel room, far far away from the room where I currently find myself daydreaming about the many times previously that I have found myself in similar rooms, cocooned from everything in the world apart from the person sharing that room with me.

Currently, The Boy and I are making loose plans to spend a night together, they're loose mostly because I am at the moment trying to move home, organising this is exhausting, and I can't honestly think of a better way to relax than allowing myself to become as physically exhausted as my brain has been for several months.

Recently I was reminded of an evening that we spent together, not in a hotel, but in his flat... A game of "Truth or Dare" quickly rendered our attempts to be "just friends" entirely futile. Sometimes you just have powerful chemistry with another person, I'm not a big believer in soulmates, I've been through too much heartbreak to be convincible of the possibility. However, I would willingly argue all day long that it is possible to have almost palpable sexual chemistry with someone.

That, above almost all else is what "The Boy" and I have, no matter who else has come into my life, there is always this unbearably strong pull back to him. The sex is without a doubt the best I have ever had, the mere thought leaves me breathless.

So, at some point soon, we will find ourselves in a hotel room somewhere or other, location utterly unimportant, so long as we can lock ourselves away from the world, and forget everything except the intense pleasure that we have become so very good at giving each other, and you never know.... I might just share a detail or two

S xxxx

Surprises

2011-10-14T17:09:00.002+01:00

Earlier this week... The Boy and I had a terrible row. Well, actually, I'm not sure that's entirely accurate, what actually happened was I yelled and screamed at him via text and msn having lost my temper with him completely for no real reason.

Some time during this "argument" I said something I really really regretted pretty much immediately. But something unbelievable happened.....

He panicked, and I mean genuinely panicked, that when I said I didn't wish to speak to him that I actually might mean it this time.

We talked for a while, I calmed down, he said something immensely moving that actually made me cry - I don't think he knows that, but he also doesn't have to! All in all, something that could potentially have ruined a very close, deep friendship ended up bringing us closer.

Today, I have had the day off work, it's the first step in celebrating the aforementioned birthday of my previous post. I met one of my close friends for brunch, and as I walked home, I sent a text to The Boy, who offered to meet me for drinks on Monday, because he "wants to be part of my birthday weekend" and I smiled, because that's the friend I know and love.

And then..... When a couple of hours later, there was a knock at my door and a delivery man was standing there with a beautiful bouquet of flowers (not quite those pictured but stunning none the less) imagine my surprise when I read the card and saw that they were from him!

The same Boy, who has sent me a grand total of 3 cards in 12 years of friendship had sent me flowers, because according to the man himself, a card suddenly didn't seem enough.

So today, I am a happy Harlot, because maybe, just maybe, he might care as much about me as I always have done about him

S xxx

Birthday Wish List

2011-10-10T19:46:00.005+01:00

So, as I mentioned in my last post, next Sunday is my birthday, and I thought that bearing that in mind, I should make myself a little wish list of all the things that would make the day go with a bang, literally and figuratively!

1) Sex... But not just any sex, that 3am we've been doing it all night, but I don't care, I'm awake, I'm horny and I have to have you right now kind of sex. I mean, I'd settle if I had to, but to be perfectly honest, it's been so long that I think whoever has the pleasure of pleasuring me next better be ready to go all night long.

2) Loubis not just any Loubis, these Loubis, in a size 39 pretty please birthday fairy, because, well look at them, they are a thing of utter beauty, and if I can't have number 1, I would always settle for these instead

3) A really good night out with my friends, actually, this one is already planned, and I can't wait. Although, I will have to because it's not for a nother couple of weeks.

4) To be able to move soon.... Won't go into details, but it would be really nice to be in my new place by Christmas.

5) To see The Boy, not because I've decided to take him up on his offer of becoming Friends With Benefits - although if you want a perfect example of someone able to supply number 1, then The Boy is definitely the man for me - but because I haven't seen him in a long time, and it would be lovely to catch up

6) Finally, because, if y'all haven't worked out that I have a thing for bad boys by now, Colin Farrell, for the accent, the face and the attitude

But mostly the face....

Ta ta for now my lovelies

S xxx

FWB

2011-10-05T18:59:00.002+01:00

It's nearly my birthday, my actual "born on this day" birthday as opposed to anything relating to the blog - whose birthday is in April if memory serves.

"The Boy" is currently off work, and has offered to make me dinner to celebrate the addition of an extra year to my age. Of course, due to a multitude of reasons, I can't find a time that suits both schedules to enable said dinner to actually take place..... Bummer....

This resulted in a strange conversation about the possibilty of becoming Friends With Benefits again... Confusing, given the recent situation with his disasterous weekend away, even more confusing considering he has recently spent another weekend with yet another Facebook bimbo.

I find myself torn, the sex with "The Boy" is amazing, mind blowingly so. But, as became crystal clear whilst watching "Made in Chelsea" last night is that being Friends With Benefits is never simple, and nearly always results in someone getting hurt, which, when it comes to "The Boy" is nearly always me.

Whilst the sex is - was - great, is that really enough of a benefit? I'm not so sure. Although I could really do with the sex, since it's getting to the point where I'm wondering if I'll even remember what I'm meant to do! I know that as soon as something better throws a sheep at him on the 'Book, we'll be back to "just friends" and I'll be back in my position as chief ego rubber having to listen to all the gory details.

What is a Harlot to do?

It's not hard to fall....

2011-09-18T20:55:00.001+01:00

Unrequited love is never easy, trust me... Through my relationship with "The Boy" this has been made as clear as any kind of crystal you wanna point my way - so long as it's clear of course.

Now "The Boy" is suffering, and I really should be feeling more sympathetic, and less like shaking him by the shoulders yelling "I told you so". The trouble is I don't, because I did. Repeatedly.

This feels like it could spell the end for us, mostly due to the fact that I am having a hard time seeing my very sexy, very funny, very confident friend, reduced to a puddle of misery, moping so badly you'd think that he'd been with this person for a long time as opposed to barely knowing her.

And that is the part that I just can't get my head around, because "The Boy" was nowhere near as sympathetic as he is expecting me to be right now after splitting up from the person I'd been with for ten years, and yet now I'm meant to pat his hand and say "there, there" until he feels all better, or at least his ego does.

I'm struggling to write this, to come across, not as bitter... or resentful. But as someone who is sick of being a doormat, sick of being manipulated into the role of Chief Ego Rubber. Sick of being made to feel bad about feeling bad about wondering why I've never been good enough for him.

Or maybe I'm just sick of him? Answers on a postcard people

S xxx

200

2011-09-06T18:25:00.002+01:00

Ok, so technically the picture is from "300" but there aren't any films with half naked men in them called "200" and why is this post called 200? well very shortly I will have had 200,000 hits to this blog, not very many in the grand scheme of famous bloggers, and popular bloggers etc etc, but this little blog has been going for over 5 years, and in that time, well.... I haven't exactly been a prolific writer.

I don't link to many people, not many people link to me, the people who do read mostly don't comment... But you know what? I've never really been a comment whore, I don't need to reach a certain figure each week to want to post again, I'd be quite happy with no comments, although I'm glad of each one I receive.

This blog has been cathartic, it has made me friends, it's been read by lovers who've enjoyed having the ego boost that it has brought. It has been mentioned on TV, it has lead to the lovely people at Durex sending me free things (always a bonus)

I could promote it more, I could post half naked pictures of myself rather than Gerrard Butler for example, I could link to whatever list is in vogue this year, but the truth is.... I don't really want to. I love having 29 followers, I love linking only to blogs I like reading and not to any Tom Dick or Harry that asks me to link to them..... And I love writing a sex blog, even if the sex has been entirely lacking lately!

So here's to the next 200,000 hits, or the next 200 if that's all I get, and most importantly, here's to all of you, that bother to read my drivel, even when there is no sex, you're all utterly wonderful, and I thank you from the heart of my bottom, and the bottom of my heart

S xxxx

Memories

2011-09-02T17:25:00.000+01:00

I have a worryingly good memory, it can come in handy at times... Other times, to be honest it can be a bit of a bummer.

Today was one of those days when being able to remember very minutiae of an event can leave you feeling a little down.

Someone I worked with asked me -an entirely innocent and work related question- about "The Cub", which isn't really shocking, we do still work for the same company etc etc. It's just that I've pretty much not heard mention of his name since we stopped speaking, and suddenly my brain was filled with rather hot memories of rather hot sex with a rather hot younger man.

And then, I remembered the reasons why we no longer speak, and was reminded by my brain that when my cunt is allowed to do the majority of the thinking, generally things don't work out well.

So I took a moment, and mentally toasted fond memories of a time best kept in the past and moved on with my day.

S xxx

Wicked Game

2011-08-27T13:05:00.000+01:00

What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way...

I have always loved the game of seduction, althought, there is no doubt that it can at times, be a wicked one. I have taken as much pleasure in the chase as I have for allowing myself to be caught. It is in fact true that sometimes the chase can be better than the prize at the end.

Of course that isn't always the case, and that isn't to say that the prize isn't entirely satisfying, but how much of the pleasure comes from the self-satisfaction of knowing that you managed to get what you want?

The game of seduction can take so many forms, whether that is something as simple as flirting in a bar, or walking into a hotel room with a gorgeous man wearing nothing under your coat other than the sexiest underwear you own; and the best thing about this particular game? Everybody wins.....

S xxx

C'mon give up, give in to me

2011-08-14T17:55:00.000+01:00

So, the truth of the matter is, that writing a sex blog is nigh on impossible when you're not having sex with anyone, not even yourself. Lately there really hasn't been a great deal of action, solo or otherwise!

When I cast my mind back a couple of years I'm reminded that I went through a period of experimentation, none of which I particularly documented here, at the time, I didn't consider it appropriate, in part because the other person was writing about them himself.

During that time I found out that I can be very submissive, that I could disappear into a haze of acquiescence as thick and heavy as the rolling fogs that drift in off the sea. This isn't a side of me that comes out very often, I can't be that vulnerable, lack that much control even when I'm with someone I really trust - although of course, I have trusted every man that I have ever slept with, that in itself is an essential part of sex, but this level of trust, is something completely different.

I think it's one of the most important things for anyone who wants to be submissive needs to know, many people have "offered" to dominate me, one has even asked for me to dominate them - honey, I ain't no switch - the thing is, I can honestly say the answer to all of them would be a firm "no".

That isn't to say that I wouldn't be up for someone making use of my little box of tricks again. The sensation of being tied up and spanked is definitely one that needs to be revisited. It really is just a matter of finding the right person who I know that I can trust to be in that position of power again.

You can't see.... What I'm thinking of

2011-08-04T18:01:00.000+01:00

See now this is the problem with blogging, you post something you started writing a few days ago, you get a text that makes you sit in the copier room at work having a little weep and then you get home from work in the mood to vent.

"The Boy" has done what he does best, act like a total dick towards me. Well, not even really me, but that's a story for another time, and let's face it, in the grand scheme of things, my main concern has to be my feelings rather than those of anyone else!

Hope is a terrible thing sometimes, particularly when your "hope" is that someone you have cared for deeply for a very long time will suddenly wake up and realise that they feel the same for you.

You see whilst "The Boy" loves me, he most certainly isn't "in love" with me, and whilst I can happily pretend that we're just friends with benefits when the feeling takes us, the honest truth is that I have loved him for a very long time, before we even met in person in fact, and part of me will always love him.

Now, he has found himself some bimbo from some country which means she'll have all of the many female attributes that I will never have, and I'm reminded once more that whilst I might give him the best head he's had (so far) I'm not quite good enough to be seen out with in public.

So I reach a crossroads, do I stay or do I go? Can I remain friends with someone who has such an utter disregard for my feelings, even if he doesn't know they exist? Or do I grow a pair, move on and keep a friend who has been an important part of my life for so long? The truth of the matter is, I may really need some advice

:(

There's a chemisty, energy, a synchronicity...

2011-08-03T19:57:00.000+01:00

It's that time of year, when my memory takes over, and even the simplest of acts triggers reminders of long ago.

Almost exactly 5 years ago, well, technically 4 years, 11 months and several days ago, but who's counting (other than me) The Boy and I had sex for the first time.

It was an afternoon/evening that lacked the languid ease of later meetings, we were rushed by a prior engagement he had to keep and restrictive train times on my part.

The intensity of that first time, regardless of it all being slightly rushed was immense, 6 years worth of flirting, phone sex, falling out, falling in and chemistry fizzed so powerfully in the air it was almost corporeal.

I've never really written about that particular meeting with The Boy, it's probably because it's so precious to me, that and the fact I'd probably only go and get all sentimental about it. It's weird really, I've known The Boy for almost 1/3 of my life - well, our lives actually, we're almost the same age. In all that time, we've only not spoken for a short time, due to complications beyond my control.

12 years is a long time, it's a long time to love someone, as a lover, as a friend, as almost everything in between. I don't know if we would ever work as an actual couple, the small doses of "coupleness" that we have together in no way represent what it would be like if it were "for real" and yet there is part of me that wonders if either of us can ever truly be happy with someone else until we try.....

See.... This was meant to be a sexy post and it just went and got all sentimental.... Ah well, there's always next time

S xxx

London

2011-07-19T19:02:00.000+01:00

So, my last post was all about hotel sex,and I have to say that most of my hotel sex has been had in London...

I love London, always have done, for reasons far beyond just the overnight visits. When I lived in the city I was swept away by it, the shopping, the food, the culture.... Although at that time I hadn't been to New York, which in so many ways completely blows London out of the water.

When I was studying, I watched as they raised - and dropped - and then raised the wheel again. I could see the OXO Tower from my kitchen, and we spent a great deal of time eating student food imagining what the people in their ivory tower were enjoying (I'm certain it was more appetising that ramen noodles!)

More recently I have mostly been in London to play, although even that hasn't happened lately, so I've been dependant on many very very happy memories, of hotel beds, river cruises... even a trip on the Eye, hoping that soon I will be making the memories instead.

In the meantime, I shall try my very best to write more often, I know, I say that far too often

S xxx

Hotel Sex

2011-06-13T17:44:00.000+01:00

This photograph reminds me of dirty weekends with "The Boy" not that he drives a Lamborghini you understand, nor am I that bad at packing for a weekend away when I will mostly be naked - seriously how is that suitcase even gonna fit in that car??

It's been a long time since I had the luxury of a whole weekend spent naked in a hotel. Hours, yes, although even that was about 8 months ago.

I miss "Hotel Sex".

There.... I said it.

The thing about hotel sex is that you tend to be a lot less concerned about your surroundings, and totally focused on the naked person beside, under or on top of you. Now don't get me wrong, it's not as though when I'm at home I lay there thinking "oh the bed linen is getting awfully creased, perhaps we should try an alternative position" It's more likely that I'm thinking "for the love of God don't stop what you're doing" but still, there's some sense of abandonment of inhibitions when you don't have to worry about the bed linen getting creased - I think I'm starting to sound like I have an unhealthy obsession with creased pillow cases worrying!

One of the other things I like about hotel sex is the anonymity of it all. I like that no-one knows - or cares for that matter - who you are. That ability to disappear from normality completely is something so sultry, so arousingly delicious, well I think it's hot anyway.

One of my favourite hotels in London is The Trafalgar, it's location should be fairly obvious, it's modern, chic and I have had some of the most amazing hotel sex there ever. It's location being so central means that even on entirely innocent trips to London, I often find myself being driven past it in a black cab, sight of the building itself is enough to send a ripple of arousal straight to my cunt.

So there you have it, Hotel sex rocks, or at least it does for me

S xxxx

Coffee

2011-05-24T15:55:00.000+01:00

If I were to admit to an addiction to anything other than; shoes, handbags, expensive underwear and tall dark and handsome men, it would most likely be coffee.

My mornings generally don't go very well if within an hour of waking up I haven't had one, or at least they don't go very well for those around me, and every day at 10am I drag my lovely friends up to the cafeteria at work to get my second cup of the day. I can be a little OCD about this, last week, I had to wait until after 10:30, it wasn't pretty.

Now I know this is meant to be a sex blog, and I know that lately there hasn't been a great deal of sex on it. I have to be honest, this is mostly because I haven't been having sex, or watching any porn, or reading many blogs.

In all honesty, I haven't really been doing a great deal, and with nothing to get the old grey matter working, well, it's left me with not a lot to say on the topic. So I shall be setting myself a half year resolution to try to have some sex, or at least give the matter some consideration in order to ensure that this blog remains vaguely interesting - if it ever was of course.

But back onto the topic in hand, coffee..... I like coffee very strong but with a lot of milk (probably from drinking way too many lattes from Starbucks) which most people don't get, I'm also quite fussy on the whole "real" vs "freeze dried" argument, although that mostly springs from the fact instant coffee seems to flare up my migraines and freshly ground doesn't.

Ok... Y'all probably didn't need all of that information, but at least now if you ever make me coffee you'll know just how to make it, and what to make it with.

I think that in a vague way, I'm making some sort of point about people liking different things different ways, or rather the same thing different ways, and that there are lots of options available to you rather than just "coffee".

I guess the same is true of sex, which at least means I've mentioned the word in this post more than once, I can look all wise with my super cool (um lame) analogy comparing coffee to sex. Did I mention I may have had too much sugar today? No? Next time, Scarlet discusses the way candy turns her into a very excited bouncy thing... Bet you can hardly wait

S xxxxxx

Drove all night

2011-05-01T15:55:00.000+01:00

I drove all night to get to you, is that alright?
I drove all night, crept in your room
Woke you from your sleep to make love to you
Is that alright? I drove all night

A conversation with The Boy recently went from very innocent to ramped up sexual tension very quickly earlier in the week. At one point the chat was something along the lines of knowing a good way to wake me up when he arrived so long as I left my front door open when I went to bed.

It reminded me, of course, of the Roy Orbison song, and the many nights spent together in various locations, waking each other up in the middle of the night when the urge took us. There is something delicious about being woken from a deep satiated sleep to be fucked all over again. It's something that I've really only experienced with The Boy, since we seem to bring out an unsatifiable side in each other.

This blog turned 5 a few days ago, the event went by unnoticed to be perfectly honest. Since events with the cub, I haven't felt particularly inspired to write, plus of course I've been working very hard leaving not much time for having fun real or ficticious. I suppose considering the blog has lasted this long that I should start taking better care of it. Scarlet and I have become quite close after all, the thing is, after 5 years it almost feels as though I've said all I can say about sex....

I shall ponder this some more whilst watching re-runs of the Royal Wedding, and quaffing champers!

All of mine to you all my loves

S xxxx

Walking Away

2011-04-02T14:09:00.000+01:00

There were rules in Fight Club, the first being "don't talk about Fight Club" or something like that anyway, I was a little distracted by the topless Brad Pitt.

The same applies if you're going to cheat on a partner, if you and your lover are sending each other text messages, it's probably going to be better for you if you delete them, or, burn after reading if you will - another Brad Pitt reference, what is it with him today?

James Bond was undoubtedly successful with women because he was aware of this fact, as was the dude from Mission Impossible - although in fairness, his messages all self destructed anyway.

I wonder if all of this means I should make a fortune creating an app that reminds the dimwitted cheater that texts should be deleted post-reading, because burning them might become a costly venture?

The Cub and I are no more, we are no longer speaking, thanks to the lovely customer services people who charged me £25 for the pleasure of having to learn a new set of digits. Reasons should be fairly obvious, unless you started this post at this paragraph, if you did, well you missed two references to Mr Pitt (another example of a cheater, his wandering reminds me amusingly of the line in Friends about being able to tell when actors are having a fling if there is no chemistry)

Lesson learnt though, and it shan't be happen again, I may be a Harlot, but at least I know how to press delete

Aftermath

2011-03-21T18:45:00.000Z

I watched his chest rise and fall, the glow of perspiration making his skin glisten in the moonlight that was creeping into the room through the half closed curtains. Our ragged breathing was the only noise in the room other than the distant hum of the traffic below.

"Turn over" he demanded, I didn't move, my body unwilling to anything I requested of it, the exhaustion of all that had come before catching up with me. "I said turn over" his voice took on the tone that I knew meant that it was time to do exactly as I was told.

I lay on my front, wondering exactly what he had in mind, the oil was cold on my skin as he allowed it to pool in the small of my back. His touch was firm as he began his massage, his thumbs stroking along either side of my spine. As his hands slid up towards my shoulders he allowed his body to make contact with mine, his cock already starting to swell as it met the swollen flesh of my cunt.

"I thought this was meant to be a relaxing massage" I whispered into the pillow as his fingers moved lower, spreading my thighs insistently to ease his access. "Aren't you relaxed then?" he asked, the smirk on his face evident in his voice.

"Well......" I eased up the bed to allow myself to turn over, "there are all kinds of ways to relax a girl" as he slid his cock into me slowly he smiled "couldn't agree more".

Birthday Wishes

2011-03-17T08:11:00.003Z

Happy happy birthday to my lovely friend ILB
it's his birthday today! So.... click on his name, go wish him many happy returns of the day, and if he asks, tell him you were sent by a Harlot

Much love lil buddy

S xxxx

Let you put your hands on me..

2011-03-03T11:52:00.000Z

I can't seem to get Katy Perry out of my head since the Dalton Academy Glee Club performed the song on Glee a couple of weeks ago. Hence the last two blog titles. Plus, for some reason, it seems sort of appropriate in some way since both posts have been about The Cub, not that he's a teenager you understand (although, as I pointed out to him, technically he is younger than my baby brother - who's 28 I hasten to add) Plus of course, the song isn't necessarily about being a teenager, just being "young forever". Ok, this is officially a whole paragraph of aside, which is a little much don't you think? Back to the actual post - or Front, since I haven't started the actual post yet. Oh, just carry on reading!

Now, if you read the last post, you'll know that The Cub came over to visit me a couple of weeks ago, whilst I was recovering from surgery. You would also know that we spent the entire visit kissing. The Cub happens to be a very good kisser, which is, of course, a very good thing, there is nothing worse than a bad kiss, but I digress.

When I got a text from The Cub saying that he would be passing by my house the next morning, it seemed too good an opportunity to miss, even if it did mean setting my alarm for very early o'clock. Why is it that when you know that you're going to have company the next day, and that company will be arriving early in the morning, it becomes difficult to sleep the night before? So annoying!

Once he was here, I forgot how tired I was, even if he interrupted my morning coffee, there is something about the way that boy kisses me, it just makes me purr. There was no way that this time I was going to allow him to get away without taking things as far from "just kissing" as they could get.

Now, since I happen to know that a certain someone reads this blog, and I don't want his head swelling too much, I don't think that I should be going into too much detail of exactly what happened next, suffice to say that even for a Harlot it was exceedingly hot. I'm not always sure exactly what makes the very basic act of sex, which, let's face it, is basically just friction can suddenly be so very much hotter with a particular individual. Ok, I think that might count towards head swelling information.

Anyway, this is turning into a non-post full of potentially too much praise of the skills of The Cub, but anyway, sex, orgasms, kissing.... These things are all very good. I'd forgotten (thanks to the shoulder issue) how much I liked these things, and I have to say, I'm very glad that The Cub was the one to ensure that I was reminded.

Much love my darlings

S xxx

Just One Touch

2011-02-21T15:10:00.001Z

There are many things that I find arousing. The blogs of some of the wonderful friends I have made whilst writing this one for example - my favourites being the ones I link to over on the right - One of the most arousing things to me however is that single touch from a lover that results in a weakness of the knees, a rush of blood to the groin and that feeling of your brain being flooded with endorphins.

Now, this touch isn't necessarily always the same, it can be a casual stroke down my spine, an arm around me walking in the rain. I guess what I'm trying to say is that depending on the situation, there is every likelihood that at some point, one movement, lingering moment of contact will result in the reaction above and quite possibly then some.

Most recently, The Cub came to see me whilst I convalesce, we chatted, caught up a little on what I've been missing at work, but mostly we made out. Sometimes, just kissing can be fun. Particularly when the person you happen to do be doing so with is very good at it. That however isn't to say that the moment he left I wasn't seriously berating myself for not taking things much further, convalescence is a bitch, as are all of the muscles continuing to spasm in my right arm.

But I digress....

At some point during the talking/catching up/kissing The Cub did that one thing that had me melting, I was, quite literally putty in his hands,"so what did he do Scarlet?" I hear you ask... Hmmm something so simple, yet so erotically charged that even in attempting to type it out I can feel myself getting turned on by the memory.

The simplicity of the action in itself was part of the reason why I found it so intoxicatingly arousing. We'd been kissing for a while, and at that point where we stopped, when the eye contact was intense and had that air of electricity, he took his thumb and gently ran it along my bottom lip.

Oh.... My..... God!

And there you have it, twelve words describing an act that lasted mere seconds that have had me cumming hard at the memory for a week now.

Now if I can just get him over here to do it again.

Til next time my lovelies

S xxxxxx

Precipice

2011-02-09T15:32:00.000Z

Orgasms are wonderful things, however, sometimes I find the build up to be much more pleasurable.

I once had a lover, with whom I had the most delicious phone sex. The reason for the deliciousness? That he would demand that I didn't cum until he said that I could.

Now I can be very submissive when I want to be - stories for another time perhaps?- and this particular command used to make the order even more difficult to obey as it turned me on so much.

I believe the most times he was able to bring me to the very brink of cumming before demanding that I stop was four. By that point I was begging and pleading for permission to cum, and would probably have done almost anything to get my request granted. The orgasms that followed were amongst the most intense I have ever experienced, the only exception that immediately comes to mind, well that definitely is another story.

I think that any time we are brought to the very edge of pleasure, you get the same sensation as just before you go over the edge of the peak of a rollercoaster, the surge of adrenaline, the realisation that there is no return this time, and then to be told to put on the brakes? Trust me, it isn't easy, it takes a lot of self control, but the intensity is reward enough.

Now, I find that I enjoy attempting to exercise the same sort of temporary denial of pleasure over myself. I find bringing myself to the very edge of cumming, before easing off until the sensation subsides just enough to allow me to start again, building up to that point of no return, and somehow finding the strength to stop once, twice, again and again until my clit is so swollen, my cunt so wet that the sheets beneath me are soaked, my nipples so erect that they are almost painful before finally giving in and falling over the precipice into infinite pleasure.

The fever getting higher....

2011-02-03T13:33:00.001Z

ok, I give up.... I've started this post, deleted this post, rewritten this post. Seriously, nothing is coming (literally and figuratively)

Therefore, I'm going to post this little rant about having a severe case of writers block - which, incidentally I blame entirely on my stupid shoulder which is not getting any better- and shall instead of trying to carry on with a post I can't even visualise ever being finished I will try again tomorrow, when hopefully, my creative juices will be restored

Bath

2011-01-24T13:12:00.000Z

I know, I know, the last post was about a shower, and this one is called "Bath", but I'm really not developing some kind of water-based fetish. The following is actually about the city of Bath....

Almost five years ago, The Boy and I went away to Bath for the weekend. There are probably parts of that weekend scattered across the various posts I've written about him over the last 5 years (yes, this blog will actually be that old in April) but I don't recall ever writing about it in great detail.

It's not the most sex we've ever had during our time together, in fact, most of the sex I don't even remember all that clearly. I remember suffering from some inner ear thing that meant I kept falling over and walking like a very drunk person, I remember crying at the film we were watching in the cinema and trying very hard to pretend that I wasn't. I remember presenting The Boy with his birthday gift - silver cufflinks if you're interested - And him insisting on going shopping to buy a shirt so that he could wear them.

I remember an amazing dinner in a fabulous restaurant, watching amused as the couple next to us argued about pretty much everything. I remember sitting there rather smugly in the knowledge that even if they weren't going to get any that night, I definitely would be, oh and Lord, did I.

I remember riding his cock, cumming hard around him as his fingers sought out my erect nipples, pinching them hard and then rubbing softly, before flipping me over to fuck me, my legs wrapped around his waist, wanting him as deep inside me as possible.

Ah, it was a fun weekend, parts I remember as if they were yesterday, others, perhaps not so much. Either way, definitely a group of memories to retain, filed away to treasure and keep for another day.

I promise there is something less sentimental and more filthy on its way. Just in the mood to reminisce for a while

S xx

Shower

2011-01-20T10:41:00.000Z

I have this fantasy, I want to watch you shower, simple sounding I know, but sometimes, in the most simple of acts lie the most erotic of experiences.

I want to watch the steaming water pour over the contours of your body, leaving your skin glistening, I want to watch as you slowly lather yourself up, washing away the hours we've spent in bed.

I want to watch you wash away the imprints of my lips, kissing their way from your neck to your cock, soaping away the red stains.

I want you to beckon me in, knowing that I won't be able to resist joining you. I want to take the sponge from your hands and slowly wash you, soaping you down as the water pours over me.

I want you to wash me too.... But more than anything, I want to head back to the bed to get dirty again

Birthday Wishes

2011-01-06T16:30:00.000Z

Today is The Boy's birthday, unfortunately, I don't get the opportunity to celebrate it with him, however, we seem to have developed a slight tradition with regards to what I give him as a gift.

It doesn't even seem to matter whether it's his birthday or mine! The gift is always the same.... A birthday blow job! It doesn't always happen around the time of his birthday (or mine) but eventually, we seem to find enough time in order to get together.

Last year's birthday, well, the story never really got told properly on here I don't think, but it left me so horny for him that I knew it was only a matter of time before I would have to convince him to fuck me.

As for this year, well I can't quite see when we are going to get the opportunity, but I know it will happen at some point, if there's one thing he's never been able to resist it's the feeling of my lips wrapped around his cock, and it's not like I'm going to complain!

So for now, I'll just have to send a filthy text or two to remind him of what he has to look forward to, and as for me? Well in the meantime, I have a story all about The Cub to tell y'all very soon

S xxxx

New Year

2010-12-30T19:11:00.002Z

So.... I'm still in a rather complicated contraption to stop me from moving my right arm, and for that reason, I'm still not feeling very well or in the mood for struggling to type with my left hand only for too long.

And so, for now, no new posts, well, not unless I can convince someone to write a guest post for me!

But in the meantime, what I can do is wish you all a very Happy and Horny New Year

With Love

Scarlet xxxx

Merry Christmas

2010-12-25T08:40:00.003Z

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all of my lovely readers!

Much smut to come in 2011

Scarlet xxxxx

Hiatus

2010-12-10T19:49:00.004Z

So.... I have to take a brief break from the world of blogging, not my choice I can assure you, but more to do with the fact I have to have surgery on my shoulder in less than a week and I won't be able to use my arm for up to 6 weeks.

Now whilst I am fairly ambidextrous, the idea of trying to type one handed is a fairly frustrating one. So once the ever so lovely sling/cast/contraption is off, and I am off the high doses of morphine, like the Governor of Cali.. I'll be back

S xxxxx

Cougar surprised

2010-11-21T13:40:00.000Z

I had been a very poorly Harlot for a few weeks, chronic laryngitis had left me curled up on the sofa with that horrible flu-like feeling when all you want to do is sleep and watch trashy daytime tv.

Well, I say trashy daytime tv, in actual fact I was mostly watching CSI and Criminal Minds, which are definitely not trashy at all!

So after three weeks, I have to confess I was starting to get a little stir crazy, so when I saw The Cub wandering up my front path, I have to admit, I wondered if I was imagining things.

The first thought that went through my head was "damn I forgot how hot he looks dressed up for work" the second involved thoughts of my own appearance, which at that particular moment involved pjs fluffy socks and absolutely no make up and how the arrival of a young hot stud when I was looking quite as poorly as I was would quite possibly have him marching straight back down my garden path.

Strangely though, he didn't. His lips were soft against mine, the kisses growing in urgency as he pushed me against the wall, his fingers finding my erect nipples under the thin cotton of my top, his erection swelling against my hip. I felt myself grow slick with arousal, and seriously considered the possibility of pulling him towards the sofa to fuck him slowly.

Unfortunately, as is so often the way, there was no time for any of the very naughty things that were flying through my mind only adding to how wet I was getting. When he left albeit reluctantly to return to work, I found myself unable to shake the desire to cum. In bed, I sought out my still swollen clit, sending him photographs via text so he knew just how turned on he'd left me.

Is it too early????

2010-11-20T18:08:00.002Z

To be making my list for Santa? I know I haven't exactly been a good girl this year.... But the thing is.... Mr Farrell isn't exactly a good boy, so therefore, surely it would be ok for me to add him to my list?

There's something about tall dark and handsome that will do it for this harlot every time.

So if Santa wouldn't mind, and could find room on the sleigh, I'll email him the details of where he can find me asap!

back to some serious smut shortly

S xxx

Do you believe in fairies? Part 3

2010-11-10T14:38:00.000Z

I have a confession.... As much as I enjoy foreplay, as much as I was enjoying the sensation of "The Boy's" tongue on my clit, all I really wanted was for him to fuck me.

"Please.... God, please.... fuck me". I tried to pull him up to me, desperate to have him fill me for the first time in over a year, he wasn't having any of it. Determined to make me cum before he fucked me.

I continued to plead, squirming to try and limit his access to my throbbing cunt enough to make him give in to my request.

Finally, he aquiesces. Peeling himself away to reach for a condom he slides into me with the ease of the much overused metaphor of a knife into butter. This is not the time for languid love making, I want him to fuck me, to use me, to cum quickly so that we can recover and start all over again, and I tell him so.

The Boy has other ideas however, he wants to drag it out, he wants to make me cum again and again before he allows himself the same pleasure. So it's time to beg again, I begged him to cum, begged him to give in to the desire I knew was flooding through his body. He moved back down to my cunt, lapping at my clit, so swollen from being fucked, and I begged again.

Do you believe in fairies? Part 2

2010-11-08T16:55:00.000Z

Now where did we get to? Ah yes, the date with the boy.. The hotel, the nakedness, the heels, the stockings....

He begged for me to suck his cock, though of course the begging was entirely unnecessary, the thought of his cock in my mouth had guaranteed the journey to the location we had chosen had passed as quickly as it had.

I sat astride his thighs, kissing from his lips down his chest, to his already swollen cock. We moaned together, and I'm not entirely sure who was enjoying the sensation more. He pulled away, and I pouted for as long as it took for him to throw me back on the bed, his tongue finding my clit with all the ease of a lover familiar with my body, and then.... It was my turn to beg....

Do you believe in fairies? Part 1

2010-10-25T14:33:00.000+01:00

A few weeks ago I had a date, well, not really a date, more of.... Well let's just say that I met "The Boy" somewhere not entirely specific but neatly positioned half way between where I am and where he was meant to be.

We've been talking about it for months, the sexual tension was building to an almost worrying level, promises of blow jobs, orgasms, kisses.... It was getting to the point where the beep announcing the arrival of a text on my phone was enough to get me wet - I know, very Pavlovian.

It's strange, but I was almost worried about meeting him. It's been a while since we've been naked in the same room. Now don't get me wrong, there have been kisses, and that blow job in his hotel during my tour (I'm sure I told you about that one?!?). But actually full on nakedness? It's been at least 20 months.

I dressed to impress, I'll admit. Heels, stockings, and an outfit that would've been ok at work, if only there were less cleavage and leg on display. He picked me up at the station closest to the hotel he'd booked. As I stepped off the train and walked towards the car I could feel my heart racing, he has that effect on me.

When we arrived at the hotel, I have to admit, things were awkward for a while. When you've booked a "day room" and you haven't seen each other in a while, and you know you have to leave at a certain time.... well it can feel a little tricky to get things going. Thankfully, my cleavage was distracting him enough for him not to notice my extreme nerves.

The kisses were soft, gentle, and I barely noticed that we were both naked, well, apart from my heels and stockings.....

to be continued

I.....

2010-08-31T19:02:00.002+01:00

Made myself cum in 15 seconds last night, amazing what a little "Play O" and a lot of imagination can do for a girl.

Just thought I'd share

S xxxxx

The cougar strikes again

2010-08-16T18:14:00.000+01:00

So here's the thing about the office I work in... It is very often visited by an array of men, fit, often rather sexy men. Not that I have a great deal of time to pay attention, as my job keeps me horrendously busy unfortunately.

But there is always an exception to that rule, and in this case that exception is The Cub. He hasn't had an opportunity to legitimately pop in for a while now, he'd also been AWOL for a couple of weeks for various reasons.

He came into the office to deal with some paperwork, we chatted politely, made small talk, and pretty much made every attempt to "act natural", natural meaning not flirting too much, or smiling too much, or ripping each others clothes off and going at it over my desk.

- God haven't you always wanted to do that paper sweepy thing? Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt the narrative, but I really must do that at least once before I'm too old to bend over and pick it all up again once we're done-

Where was I? Oh yes..... He disappeared off to deal with some admin on one of the other floors and then reappeared shortly after. The meeting he'd been due to attend had been postponed and suddenly he had a little free time.

He wandered off, commenting loudly that he needed to go and speak to someone in one of the other departments. I waited as long as I could before mentioning in passing I was going to head up to the cafeteria to get a cup of coffee. He was waiting in the hallway.

"I'm going to get some coffee" I mumbled, hitting the up button on the lift. The doors had barely closed before his lips were on mine, the journey was a cursedly short one, I ordered my coffee and we sat chatting for a whole, knowing that I would have to return to my desk soon before anyone wondered why buying a coffee was taking so long. The journey back to the first floor resulted in more kisses, the kind that really should lead to less clothes somewhere more private than a busy building on a Wednesday afternoon.

Too soon I was back at my desk, and he was back on the road heading for his own office for an afternoon of pencil pushing now his meeting wouldn't be taking place. I tried to concentrate on the pile of papers in front of me, really I did. The problem was I was so very aroused, there is something about the way he kisses me, the risk of getting caught.... All of it had left me dripping wet and wondering how I'd make it through the rest of my day.

An hour later and my phone flashed, a text from The Cub.... I've managed to get away early, fancy a lift home? Now, this particular Harlot is dependent on public transport to get to and from work, a journey that takes upwards of an hour winding it's way through the English countryside, so even if it hadn't meant spending more time with The Cub, I probably would've said si.

The journey home passed quickly, a hand on a thigh, far too much "meaningful eye contact" (ick did I just type that???) and all of a sudden we were home. I offered him a cup of tea, but by that point, drinks and small talk were the last thing on my mind....

To be continued.......

A harlot says sorry.... Again

2010-08-15T14:06:00.000+01:00

I've been away for a long time again, and for that I'm very sorry. My job has been ridiculously busy and I've been suffering with my shoulder which will now require a major operation in December.

It's very annoying as I've had so many things to tell you about. There've been developments with The Cub, The Boy and I are on the verge of returning to very bad behaviour....

I will try and update more often if only to prevent myself being moved to the villains list on ILB's blog! But please be patient

S xxx

Cub

2010-06-10T19:02:00.002+01:00

Previously I wrote about how this little Harlot had graduated to the Cougar club. It made me feel very grown up, although I won't be putting my toys away any time soon!

Today, the Cub came my place of work, which isn't that unusual since we work for the same company (although in different locations), what made this piece of otherwise un-notable news bloggable, was the fact that he snuck into my place of work for no purpose other than to whip me into a frenzy of utterly wanton desire, to the point where the only thing I managed to do when I got home was make myself cum not once but twice before I'd even taken my jacket off.

He found me in the kitchen, feeling very sorry for myself having had a dayful of irritating colleagues and a blindingly painful shoulder, we chatted, we kissed, he pushed me back against the wall, our groins pushed together so that I could feel how hard he was andI wondered how likely it would be we'd get caught if I dropped to my knees there and then to suck his cock (very very likely) with all of the will-power I could muster, miserably I tore myself away to return to my desk and said irritating colleagues.

Thankfully, having calculated my day with cunning worthy of a fox if not a cougar, my need to return to my desk was brief, and was swiftly followed by a return to the lips of the Cub. We sat in his car, talking, kissing, and again the thought crossed my mind as to how likely it would be anyone would notice if I were to slip down into the footwell, to undo his jeans, and wrap my lips around his cock until he came....

But it wasn't to be, not this time anyway, the bus timetable waits for no Harlot, I needed to get home and so did he, in very different directions, one final kiss and I slipped out of the car, heading to the bus stop to contemplate exactly how I was going to last the journey home without playing with my swollen clit.

So now, I wonder exactly when we'll actually get a chance to see each other without worrying about being rudely interrupted, or missing buses, and as soon as we do.... Well maybe I'll share, if you're good

S xxxx

We'll always have Paris

2010-05-30T19:09:00.000+01:00

The Boy got a new job today, a job that takes him away from the city where we normally meet to eat, flirt and occasionally fuck.

It doesn't bode well for us having an opportunity to do any of these things again any time soon.

Which, of course, gets me thinking that maybe it's about time I give up the ghost. I mean, I won't, but this fact in itself doesn't stop me thinking that I should.

11 years of my life have been pretty much spent trying to work out why we're not together, that's over 1/3 of the time I've spent being alive, it's a long time to hold a torch. If I add up the time we've spent together over the past 5 years, it's barely a vacation. So I have to ask myself why?

He's told me he will never risk our friendship by allowing what we have to develop any further, he sucks as a boyfriend after all, and every girl he has dated in this time pretty much hates his guts (and mine I hasten to add) and yet, every morning he uses the mug I bought him 3 years ago from the tackiest shop in Times Square, and he's kept every letter and card I've ever sent him....

Our relationship makes no sense. It never has and I doubt it ever will, but I'm starting to have the forboding feeling that unless I do let go, I'm unlikely to ever find a relationship that does.

Life without complications would be a life without passion, which for me, would never work. But...... Life with complications which include not getting to spend any time with the man who turns me on so much it's hard to focus, well.... that's not gonna be much fun either.

Cougar

2010-05-21T16:49:00.000+01:00

A woman in her sexual prime who prefers to hunt rather than be hunted.

I've never considered myself a fan of the younger man, almost all the men I've ever "seen" have been a little or in some cases quite a lot older than me (does a decade count as quite a lot?). That isn't to say that there haven't been a couple of youngsters, "The Boy" being one of them, although I'm not entirely convinced that 3 months counts...

The thing is, sometimes just because you don't consider yourself a fan, doesn't mean you shouldn't test it out, particularly when the said cub happens to be rather hot, wears a uniform, oh yes.... And happens to work for the same company as you do.

This all started rather innocently, work related emails turned into slightly more flirty emails, flirty emails turned into flirty texts which eventually turned into some very naughty and potentially dangerous kisses in the kitchen at work. Now the truth of the matter is, that in itself was kinda hot. I mean, after all, I've always had a thing about getting hot and horny at work. But, it meant that I was starting to think outside of the working environment.

A lunch date followed, where there was much flirting, but very little opportunity to move beyond kissing. Now don't get me wrong, there is nothing at all wrong with kissing, particularly when the person you're kissing happens to be very good at doing so! However, there is also a slight set-back to it, it leaves you very horny when you have to return to work for the rest of the afternoon.

Finally plans were made that didn't involve risking getting caught in the kitchen at work, or trying to control ourselves in coffee shops. I had a day off to wait in for a delivery, and we decided that things might be a little more interesting if he were to come and keep me company.

The thing is, once you have the freedom to do whatever you want, it can make you a little bit shy. Well ok, not you, me. Let's not forget, this was my first genuine cougar experience! The kisses got deeper, hands wandered, and finally I got to feel just how hard those kisses were making him. Definitely not something that was possible at work!

If you read this blog regularly, you'll know that there was no way on earth I was going to allow a wonderfully hard cock to go to waste, I needed to taste him, my lips encircled him, thick and swollen with desire. My fingers wrapped around the base, stroking slowly matching the rhythm of my mouth.

Now, the shirt I was barely wearing by this point just happened to be fairly easy to undo, one swift tug and it popped open, as soon as he realised this, his mouth had found it's way to my waiting nipple, by this time I was so so wet, and desperate for him to know so.

His fingers sought out my throbbing cunt, sliding in with no resistance, as his lips met mine again, I was unable to control myself, my back arching off the sofa, moaning softly against the heat of his lips.

Sadly, it was around this time I remembered the reason why I was actually home. Clothes were hastily rearranged just in time for the arival of my parcel, self control has never been my strong point, and as soon as the door closed the kisses started again, and I considered taking him upstairs, only wanting to be full of his cock.... Some things however, are just not meant to be, the time had arrived when he had to head for home.

So, I tried my best to behave, thinking unsexy thoughts, trying to resist allowing my fingers to wander back to his cock, and once I'd said goodbye... I began to plan exactly what would happen the next time he came to visit.

I could get used to being a cougar...

I kissed "The Boy"

2010-05-14T18:21:00.002+01:00

I met with "The Boy" today, and he kissed me, after far too much wandering around London in 5 inch wedges (we were both wandering but funnily enough it was just me in the wedges), far too much flirting, and far far too much sexual tension that had no hope of being released.

He kissed me in a bar that we nearly always end up in when we're together, mostly due to its' proximity to the station that brings me poutily back home.

He kissed me after asking me if he could, something that made my heart and my cunt throb, it was a soft, deep passionate kiss that made me wonder why it is after 11 years of knowing each other, the longest we've spent in each others company is 72 hours.

As I sat on the train returning me to my little house, we were texting each other, the texts got more suggestive, with promises being made of exactly what will happen next time we're together and the locations are far less public...

As I sat on the bus for the final leg of my journey, a bleep notified me of one final text... The noise of a torrent of water, matched only by the soft moans he makes as his orgasm approaches, his cock hard in his hand, relieving the tension the afternoon had not allowed us to do.

I smiled, closing the video just before he came, knowing that when I was finally back home we'd be able to cum together..... Knowing soon, it would be in person

Bad Girl

2010-04-29T20:14:00.001+01:00

I've been bad, very very bad.

Has it really been almost an entire month since I last blogged?

I'm sorry to those of you who are still stopping by to visit me, I've been busy, so busy that I've even ignored the fact that this blog celebrated it's 4th birthday last week.

So I promise to be back soon, with something to blog about.

For now... Thank you for your comments, I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get them up, and that I haven't replied, the truth is, I've barely been online let alone paid enough attention to the blog.

It's a Bank Holiday Weekend over on the island I call home, I promise a new post by the end of that

Til then darlings

S xxx

Shower

2010-03-31T18:27:00.001+01:00

The bathroom was thick with steam when I entered, his warm voice the only thing that could draw me away from the cocoon of the bed.

I barely have the chance to take off his shirt that I'd claimed as my own before he pulls me roughly into the heat of the shower. The water rains down onto my bare skin with all the ferocity of the heaviest rain storm.

He kisses me softly, his soapy hand wrapped tightly around his cock, stroking up and down the tumescent shaft "was hoping you'd join me" he whispers into my collarbone, his teeth sinking into the flesh.

I feel the blood rush to my shoulder and my cunt, the sensation enough to make my knees weaken. My hand seeks out his cock, taking the place of his own, he moans softly, lips seeking out mine, the kiss deepening as my grip tightens.

He spins me around, spreading my thighs roughly he pushes deep inside me, I reach for the wall, trying to keep my balance as he thrusts, his fingers gripping my thighs, pulling me onto him hard.

I want to watch his face, to see the desire burning in his molten chocolate eyes. I move away, only long enough to pull him to me, his cock finds my cunt so easily, sliding deep into the heat of my sex. I brace myself against the walls of the cubicle, my leg raised as he fucks me.

He moans into my neck as I cum, my cunt gripping his cock tighter, I whisper softly "the bed?" he nod and wrapping ourselves in the thick warmth of hotel towels, we wander towards the bed for round two.

Dangerous I

2010-03-10T20:03:00.000Z

Have your way with me.... anytime, anywhere
Have your way, however, I don't care

His cock is already hard when I wrap my lips around the shaft, the coy conversation that had preceeded this moment vanishing in the blurred heat of lust.

He moans softly, the his hips jutting forward, pushing deeper, my tongue moves slowly, running over the shaft, swirling over the swollen head, enjoying the sensation of power I have as he begs me not to stop.

I suck harder, wanting him deeper, my fingers seeking out my clit, finding it wet and swollen with desire. His fingers tighten their grip on my shoulders as he watches me suck his cock.

He whispers promises of what he intends to do to me when I have made him cum, his words spurring me on, pushing to the very edge of my own orgasm as he approaches his own. I want to taste him, and I stop for just long enough to tell him so, lasciviously licking my lips before taking his cock once more deep into my mouth.

Kiss

2010-03-06T20:17:00.001Z

The first time he kissed me we were in a bar in The Big Smoke. It was hours after we'd actually met, and I was at the stage when if he hadn't done so, I would possibly have gone insane.

He reminded me of our first kiss recently, in that way he has that makes me wonder exactly what it is he feels for me.

That first kiss was almost 5 years ago. The feelings I have are very different now than they were back then, though they're no less intense.

Now there's talk of more... Something that has me confused, and feeling overly protective of those parts of me he has the ability to injure so deeply, but that first kiss, and all that it's lead to since, I wouldn't change it for the world.

Voyeur

2010-02-24T17:53:00.002Z

I want to watch him, watch him wrap his hand around his cock, watch his knuckles grow pale as his grip tightens, I want to watch his eyes close, his head tilt back as the sigh of pleasure escapes his lips.

I want to watch the movement of his fist, up and down the shaft, friction against the glans I know is so sensitive to the touch. I want to watch the pre-cum glisten, resisting the desire to lean down to lick it up only because what I really want, to watch is his cock as he cums. Knowing that the next time that he does so, it will be deep inside the core of my sex.

You belong with me

2010-02-13T16:34:00.000Z

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you.
Been here all along so why can't you see?
You belong with me...
You belong with me

Sometimes I think I'd make the perfect girlfriend to The Boy, we share a love of rugby, good food, white wine, and blow jobs - though the latter from slightly different angles, literally and figuratively.

When, in the past we've played at boyfriend and girlfriend in distant - or sometimes closer to home, towns and cities around the country, I've wondered exactly why it is he can't see (or maybe admit to?) the fact that it works, because truly it does.

He waxes lyrical about not wanting to risk a decade old friendship, and in a way he has a point, he makes a terrible boyfriend, and I can only imagine that were it to end in the ways that I have watched previous relationships of his end that I would end up disliking him greatly. But, at the same time, I wonder what we're missing out on from not even trying?

He once told me he had me on a pedestal, that any woman he ever met would always be compared to me, but would never match me. Granted, at the time he was a little drunk, and granted again, he denies the conversation ever happened - it was on MSN sadly the transcript was lost when the laptop it was held on died la petite mort.

Something in me dreads seeing him, purely because of the dull ache that takes over me when we part ways once again, and yet like an addict craving a hit, I'll ache equally for the next time I can see him, to be able to kiss him, pleasure him, and wander the streets of whichever city we happen to be in hand in hand so lost in each other no other person there exists.

There has never been a time when we've been together for Valentine's Day, I doubt that there ever will. Cards have been exchanged down the years, texts, even gifts, and yet the one thing I'd love to have is probably the one thing that I will never have....

Just him....

Pick and Licks

2010-01-31T11:55:00.003Z

The lovely people at Durex are feeling rather retro in time for Valentine's Day, they've realised how excellent their products are, but that sometimes, variety is the spice of life.

So, now they have come up with the genius idea of inviting you (and me!) to take your pick from the wonderful selection of condoms and lubes that they sell, just like the good old days in Woolworths, except now, instead of cola bottles, you can opt for pina colada lube, instead of shrimps, pleasuremax condoms, you get the idea.

Have to say, I love the idea, it gives you a great opportunity to try something different, and what better time to do so than for Valentine's Day! My card will be in the post tonight!

The site will be officially launching in February at pickandlicks.co.uk, when for the tiny price of £5 plus p&p you simply choose your 5 favourite products or the 5 you'd like to try out, send Durex your request and the post-man will return to you your chosen products in a very cute sweetie striped bag. How could you possibly resist?

Rush...

2010-01-30T14:36:00.004Z

His arms snake around my waist, pulling me in tight enough to feel the swelling of his cock against my thigh. His kiss is gentle, his lips barely brushing mine before it deepens, his tongue seeking mine.

The room is cold, but my goosebumps are more to do with arousal than tempreture. It's impossible, impossible to resist the urge, impossible to pretend...

The rush of blood to each inch of skin his fingers caress is intense, it takes my breath until all attempts of talking become redundant, instead I can only moan my acquiescence.

His fingers find the hot flesh of my sex, bare and already ripe with arousal. He moans in turn, as his fingers slide into me with the ease of a knife through silk and I struggle to remain upright and my knees give way.

I need him inside me, need the sensation of being filled and yet... I can't explain. I drop to my knees taking his cock as deep in my mouth as I can manage, his cock swelling in my mouth as I move slowly up and down, my senses engulfed by him and only him...

Desk

2010-01-20T20:20:00.004Z

I have this fantasy. I want to act it out, but I doubt that it will be possible.

I want to kneel under his desk and suck his cock.

It's a basic, obvious, cliched fantasy I know, but sometimes the cliches work for a good reason, they turn us on.

There are many reasons why I want to do this. Not least because his office isn't private by any means, the idea of getting caught, of not stopping whilst he tries to continue conducting his business, of my lips on his cock as he talks to staff, organises rotas... Yeah it gets me hot.

Then of course there's the whole power thing, the "humble" secretary on her knees for her boss, I want to submit to his authority, to obey his command, to grant his every wish. But also I want the power that comes with giving head, the knowledge that he won't want me to stop, he might beg, momentarily for me to cease, to slow down, he might even utter the word "stop" but we both know he won't mean it. We'll both know that really, what he'll want is for me not to stop, to suck, to tease until he floods my mouth and my sense.

I want to suck his cock whilst he sits at his desk, but the truth be told, I'll be happy to do so anywhere

This sucks

2010-01-16T15:53:00.002Z

I have a date planned, a date that will mostly involve my oral skills in exchange for dinner. Any return of sexual favours cannot happen because apparently that would count as cheating.

This confuses me slightly, how the need for a blow job can allow someone to consider this particular type of sexual gratification as acceptable, and yet the idea of reciprocating as far far too naughty.

I'll willingly give said blow job in exchange for dinner, not because I'm particularly hungry, but because there's something deliciously courtesanesque about it, and lets face it, it'll be great blog fodder.

But at the end of the day.... The logic of men when it comes to getting their cocks sucked really doesn't make sense.

Ache

2010-01-09T15:12:00.004Z

"The Boy" and I were meant to meet for "coffee" today. Alas the fact that my hometown is under several inches of snow, and the fact that I had to get back to said hometown from the Big Smoke meant that doing so was impossible.

And as a result I have that ache, the one that I haven't felt in a very long time.... The one that only he has ever inspired in me.

When we used to meet up regularly, during the height of our hmmm.... relationship isn't really the appropriate word... well, "thing" the ache that would feel me on my journey home following our time together was all encompassing. It would last for days, causing tears, and a malaise at times so intense that people would wonder why on earth I would choose to spend time with him if this was the result.

Today that ache is slightly different, it comes from my inability to see him, to give him his birthday gift and honestly, just spend time in his company. It's effecting my mojo, and the planned post for today will therefore have to wait a little while.

Smut to return shortly, I'm off to sulk in the snow

S xxx

New

2010-01-02T09:53:00.005Z

I misbehaved, done some things I know I shouldn't do
I touched myself, even though u told me not to
U commanded me to wait for u (I tried)
But I can smell u on my sheets
Taste u on my skin so vividly

He takes my hand, kissing each finger in turn before wrapping the rope around my wrists. My arms bound behind my back, he leads me to the bed.

He doesn't say a word, simply pushing me down so that I am bent over the bed, balancing isn't easy, the fact that I can't use my arms makes me feel entirely lacking in grace as he slips his hand between my legs, finding my panties already wet.

I hear a soft grunt, and know my arousal pleases him. His fingers tease my clit, his touch intensified by the sensation of rough lace against delicate flesh. The moan escapes my lips before I can stop it, and I know at once what to expect, he slaps me once, letting the blood rush to the surface of my ass before the next blow falls, stroking and cooing between each strike, he mutters words of encouragement as I slip into the silence of submission.

He pulls me upright, using the rope to pull me to him, his fingers wrapped in my hair as his lips and teeth find my neck. He drops to his knees, thumbs hooked in the waistband of my panties, he edges them slowly down my thighs, past my knees and down until they pool to my ankles.

Stepping out of them I feel his tongue finding my cunt. He laps slowly, tasting me, drinking me in until I feel my legs shaking as my orgasm approaches. He stills his tongue, pushing it against my clit as the waves of my orgasm roll over me.

He pushes me back down to the bed before I can even recover. His cock slides into me with the ease of a hot knife into butter. Buried in me to the hilt he sighs, before he starts to fuck me. His nails dig into the soft flesh of my hips as he bucks against me.

I cum again, the moans lost into the pillow beneath me, and it only spurs him on, wrapping his hands in the rope that binds me he pulls, arching my back, pushing himself deeper into me until finally he cums.

The sensation as he unties me is intense, even as the coils of rope unravel, they feel as though they are still in place, he pulls me to him, his embrace as tight as the bindings had been. He whispers softly in my ear, kissing me gently as the world returns to normality.

Resolutions

2009-12-29T13:39:00.005Z

I think with 2010 swiftly approaching, I will end this blog year slightly differently than I had originally planned.

So lets start with my resolutions, since that's the name of this post, firstly.... More sex, because the more sex I have, the more likely I am to have something to blog about.

Which brings me nicely to my second resolution, more blogging... Weekly at least, and if that doesn't happen I give you my permission to email me and complain! This blog is fast approaching it's fourth year of existence, and I think at the very least I can ensure that it's updated far more regularly.

And finally.... I will ensure to get my list into Santa far earlier next year, imagine my surprise when I woke up Christmas morning and Colin Farrell wasn't waiting at the end of my bed!

Happy New Year (in advance) to you all

S xxxx

Santa Baby

2009-12-24T18:14:00.002Z

Slip a Colin under the tree.... For me, been an awful..... good (ish) girl.

So, hopefully Santa will be hurrying down my lack of chimney tonight.... And for that reason I'll be missing in action for the next few days.

I hope you all have a fabulous Christmas, be it hot and horny or familificated! I know it's not a word, but it works!!!

See you all before New Years

S xxxxx

Let it snow

2009-12-20T13:38:00.000Z

"oh the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful.... and since we've no place to go......."

Dino has a point, the weather is currently not entirely ideal for hot blooded Harlots, so staying indoors is definitely preferable.....

The fire blazes in the hearth, the logs crackling and popping as he watches her slowly strip. The glow of the fire dancing over each inch of skin as it is revealed.

He reaches out for her, but she shakes her head, stepping just out of his reach as the last of her outer garments slips to the floor. She hears his breath catch in his throat as the lingerie she had so carefully selected is revealed to him, and smiles as she reaches for the bottle of wine and wine glasses that room service had just delivered.

She hands him a glass and kneels at his feet, sipping seductively on her own. Her mouth chilled by the wine, she takes his cock in her mouth, the shock of the cold soon giving way to the heat of her mouth, he moans as he wraps his fingers in her dark hair, holding her closer, pushing himself deeper.

She wants to taste him, to savour the sensation of making him cum this way, but she knows only too well he won't allow her, not this time. He pulls her to her feet, admiring the way the glow of the fire bathes over her curves and pulls her towards the thick sheepskin rug in front of the fire.

She lays down, and he peels off the slip of lace and silk covering her cunt, she lifts her hips to ease their passage down to her knees and beyond, he covers the newly revealed skin in the gentlest of kisses, barely touching the skin. Her back arches and she moans softly, whispering her pleas for more.

He slides a solitary finger into her, feeling her body mould itself around him, hot and wet and pulsing. Another finger, then another, and she is filled, temporarily. He doesn't move, letting her grind her hips against him until she cums, the walls of her cunt gripping him tighter and tighter as her body shudders through it's first orgasm.

She begs for more, to feel him filling her as she wants to be filled. She knows he is hard, she can feel his cock pressing against her thigh, as eager as she is to be inside her. He fills her immediately, his cock buried in her cunt to the hilt, he watches her intently, the look of lust on her face only making his cock swell more.

He fucks her with the languid slowness she loves, pulling himself almost entirely out of her cunt before pushing himself deeply back into her. She lifts her hips to meet each thrust, her legs wrapping around his waist, wanting him deeper still.

She cums again, and the sensation around his cock is enough for him to lose control and he cums too. Collapsing against her chest, they lay together as their heartbeats return to a more normal pace they watch the blizzard fall.

Honey

2009-12-14T18:00:00.002Z

I love the word unctuous, it reminds me of Nigella Lawson, not of her specifically of course, more of her pseudo-erotic cookery skills, unctuous makes me think of melted chocolate centred puddings or perhaps honey....

I'm feeling a little like a flower at the moment, heavy with nectar surrounded by a swarm of manly bumblebees all vying to be the one to pollenate me.

It's a weird thing, how the attention of one seems to suddenly multiply into the attention of many. Not that I'm complaining.....

Fantasy

2009-12-07T19:24:00.000Z

I acted out one of my fantasies a lifetime ago for "The Boy" it involved travelling to Brighton on a train in not a great deal under a long coat. Having booked into the hotel we discovered that our room had rather large bay windows onto the seafront.... I'm sure I don't have to fill in all the horny details, particularly since there's a post about it somewhere in the archives.

I have quite the thing for risk and danger, I like sex in public places, and have indulged to the point of getting caught on more than one occassion, quite literally with the gentleman in questions pants down.

This picture makes me wonder if the person taking it isn't just about to fuck her slowly from behind whilst watching the world go by, and there's something so sensual about the heels, the fur coat (tho of course I hope it's fake) against the architectural ballustrades of the balcony.

At the moment my sexual fantasies tend to limit themselves to whatever's likely to make me cum the quickest, I'm a lazy wanker in that particular sense of the word. It tends to involve a certain person doing a certain thing blah blah blah, yes yes yes, and we're done.

My dreams however continue to get more and more detailed, it's as though I have a frustrated porn director for an imagination whilst sleeping. Most recently it tends to involve being bound and gagged, waiting endlessly for the fucking that I so badly need whilst instead several men tease, touch and taste me.

I know what you're thinking, details Scarlet details, but that might just have to wait for another day....

Watch - 60 words

2009-12-03T13:48:00.000Z

He strips slowly, his eyes on mine, as I sit bound to the chair he had arranged....

He wraps his hand around his cock, stroking up and down, gripping the shaft tightly....

He doesn't want me to help, doesn't want me to take his cock in my own hands, mouth or cunt....

For now, he just wants me to watch....

Close

2009-11-30T20:27:00.000Z

He wants me in stockings, it's a simple enough request, I add a few touches of my own, Agent Provocateur suspender belt, matching bra, skirt with a split that rises up my thigh just enough to see the lace of the stockings.

He sits back on the bed, and I kneel between his spread legs, to take his cock in my mouth. He watches me intently as my mouth moves up and down the shaft, his cock is thick, almost too thick when he's hard like this.

He moans softly, rocking his hips just enough to push himself deeper, before pushing me back onto the bed. He pushes into me immediately filling my cunt in the way only he can. But this position is new. He doesn't move, doesn't push his weight down on top of me until I can barely breathe. He stays seated.

My fingers seek out my clit, stroking in rough circles as he fucks me, his own fingers twisting my nipples until my own moans can no longer be disguised. For a brief moment I imagine someone listening in, hearing the way my breath catches in my throat as I get closer and closer to cumming.

He knows how close I am, and yet he stops, grabbing my wrist to halt the teasing of my clit. He waits, slowly I start to breathe normally again, the orgasm subsiding slowly, he releases my wrist, and starts to fuck me again. His own face showing the signs of the inevitable desire for release.

Again and again he stops and starts, stops and starts, and it is torture. My body aches for the release only an orgasm can bring it. Each time it approaches he sends it away until I can barely stand the feeling of his cock inside me not moving.

I ask him to let me cum, to allow me to lose myself in the sensation that he has built within my cunt. He doesn't speak, merely pushes deeper into me until I forget where one of us starts and the other ends. My orgasm overtakes me, the spasms of my cunt around him teasing his own orgasm from his cock as he floods me.

In the dark...

2009-11-26T21:19:00.002Z

I take him by the hand and guide him to the chair ready and waiting in the middle of the room, and I watch as he notices the cushion placed in front of it and the blindfold laying across it. I don't utter a word as I lead him to it, there's no need, he knows what lies ahead, after all, it's a request he has made.

He sits, watching me hesitantly as I slowly strip off my dress, leaving on only the small slips of silk and lace and of course my heels. I walk behind him, covering his eyes with the cool silk strip. I notice the goosebumps rise on his arm and wonder if it is just the shock of the cold or the thought of what is to come that's causing them.

I walk back around and sink down into the waiting cushion, my hands gliding over his thighs as I do so, he goes to speak but I gently lay a finger against his lips, insistent that this is exactly as he had asked.

He is already hard when my fingers find him, I watch him tense slightly, then relax as I slowly run my nails over the taut flesh, he reaches for me, and pulls me in for a kiss, soft at first, his tongue parting my lips to seek out my own, it deepens as my grip around his cock tightens and I know that I have to concentrate, to resist the urge to beg him to fuck me there and then, I sink back to my knees and begin.

I let my tongue run slowly around the head of his cock, concentric circles teasing softly, his hips buck against me and I retreat, this is to be done my way. My tongue finds him again, seeking out the spot just under the head that I know will make him moan, the flat of my tongue pushing against it as I finally take all of him in.

My fingers seek out his balls, as he pushes himself deeper, I suck hard at first, keeping a steady rhythm before returning to gentle licks up and down the shaft, he whispers his protests but they fall on hollow ears,I want to tease him, to take my time.

Again and again I move up and down the shaft, sucking, swirling my tongue around it. His fingers wrap in my hair, pulling me onto him until I can't take him any deeper. I want him to fuck my face, to have just enough control. I feel his balls tighten, and I know he won't be able to take this much longer. The taste of precum assailing my senses, making my cunt drip.

I stop, pulling away for the briefest of moments to beg him to cum, to tell him that I need to taste him now. I take just the head of his cock back between my lips, my teeth catching the flesh before I suck again, up and down, up and down, deeper... harder.... until he cums, flooding my mouth I swallow, desperate not to stop until I have every drop.

After, I take off the blindfold, kissing him softly so that he can taste himself on my lips he snatches it from me, he laughs and leads me to the bed, asking if I'm ready to be in the dark...

Melt

2009-11-24T10:43:00.000Z

He makes me melt, turns my core molten like chocolate poured over fruit rippened by summer. I'm not entirely sure he knows it, but he does.

It wouldn't be so bad if I could control it, that rush of unadulterated lust that flows directly to my cunt at the most inauspicious moments. But I'm starting to think this is an inconvenience that I could get used to.

I like the tingle I get when he walks into a room, the surge of heat when he kisses me. It's something I haven't really experienced in a long time.

Red and I fight like cat and dog, I'm without a doubt the cat, fiesty, claws drawn at the smallest of slights, whereas he's the dog, wandering off sadly at having upset it's mistress, it's not necessarily a good mix, parts of me know I need a Tom Cat to keep me on my toes, but.....

When he looks at me with that "I'm going to take you to bed now and use you til you can't walk" look of his, it's hard to resist.

He makes me melt, he makes me want to do bad bad things, and the good thing is, I get to write them all here

S x

"O" my

2009-11-23T16:21:00.002Z

The very lovely people at Durex sent me a present a while ago, and I promised to review it for them here, the problem was, my pc had caught the computer version of swine flu and wasn't playing ball.

Now my new toy (of the computer variety) is up and running I can finally share the joy of this product with you.

"Play O" is a very special lube, it does so much more than add that extra glide, it increases the intensity of orgasms, by encouraging blood flow to the clit.

It does something extra special, it tingles, it warms, and bloody hell it works. If I'm honest I was sceptical at first. A lube that'll make me cum? When I heard it tingles I was particularly sceptical, I'd had a disappointing experience with a tingling product before, so was wondering if this would be any different?

Oh my it was, having found myself home alone, I decided to give it a try, they're not kidding when they say a little goes a long way. I smeared a little on my clit, a little on the head of my favourite vibe, and settled down.

The first time I used the product I came in about 20 seconds flat, which is definitely unusual for me, it was definitely a more intense orgasm which lasted at least as long as it took me to have it.

Since then, I've used it both on my own and with Red and each time, I've never failed to cum, and it's always been a far more intense experience, Red even enjoys the tingle he gets from it as well.

I would definitely recommend this to anyone... So get out there and treat yourselves ladies!

Desire

2009-11-21T09:56:00.004Z

Sometime between falling asleep and the golden glow of sunset creeping through the partially opened curtains of the hotel room I feel his arm circling my waist, pulling me demandingly towards him.

We fall into a natural feeling spoon position, the small of my back very aware of the sensation of his still wet cock against it. His fingers entwine with mine, and we settle back into the steady rhythm of post-orgamsic rest.

His lips find that part of my neck guaranteed to set me grinding against him, and soon I find myself less interested in sleep and more interested in his ever hardening cock. We both move only slightly to find a position where he can enter me with ease.

We barely move, the sensation of him filling me enough to having me cumming immediately, and he holds me tightly as my body shudders against his. He placates me, stroking my hair, whispering soothingly in my ear until my heartbeat slows and I realise that his hips have started a slow, steady rock against my own.

My back arches, wanting him deeper, I rock against him, meeting his thrust time and time again. His fingers seek out my already swollen clit, rubbing roughly, wanting me to cum again, I beg for mercy, for a rest from the incessant stream of orgasms I've already given him but he just smirks into my neck, he knows I can't resist.

Lock, Stock............

2009-11-19T13:03:00.003Z

He sends his request via text "stockings, heels, pencil skirt, you know what I like" I feel the heat flood immediately to my cunt, dangerous... Particularly since I'm stuck in the office for at least another couple of hours.

I distract myself with that evil thing commonly known as work for as long as my self control will allow before I text back "and then?" my phone vibrates to inform me that his response is almost immediate "then I fuck you hard".

Red is a man of few words, particularly when it comes to sex, however those he utters do seem to make up for the silences.

I get home before he does, stripping off the similar outfit I've been wearing all day, replacing it with something a little more overtly sexual, the soft cashmere sweater replace with a white shirt that barely covers my cleavage. I do know what he likes...

The stockings are sheer, seamed hold ups, black... I forgo the underwear, there's no real point after all, my bare pussy is already glistening in preparation, something about dressing up in this fashion always turns me on.

He barely makes it through the door, I need his cock. I drop to my stockinged knees, he's already starting to harden as I wrap my lips around him, he closes the front door, leaning up against it as I slide my lips further along the tumescent flesh. I can feel him rocking his hips into me, but can also feel his impatience, his fingers wrapped in my hair, tugging gently upwards.

I get to my feet slowly, my fingers lingering where my lips had just been, running slowly up and down, up and down to the rhythm of his ever increasing heartbeat. He turns me around, forcefully bending me over the sofa mere inches from where we had been standing.

He takes pleasure in uncovering me, slowly pulling my skirt up, until in bunches around my hips, he lazily runs a finger along the length of my cunt, groaning softly under his breath at the wetness. His grip on my hips tightens, and with little warning he fills me.

He fucks me slowly at first as he is wont to do, knowing just how badly I want him to go harder, faster.... At first just enjoying the sensation of filling me completely, it's a snug fit, I'm as tight as he is thick. Finally he finds his pace, fucking me with the passion he'd promised.

I cum quickly the first time, moans swallowed by the soft furnishing surrounding me, he swipes at my backside, which just increases the pulsations reverberating around my cunt. He stops momentarily enjoying the sensation around him before he carries on, building speed, his nails sinking into the soft flesh of my hips as he pulls me back onto him harder still.

I beg for mercy, but it's a hollow request, he knows not to stop, I feel the next orgasm approaching rapidly, trying in vain to contain it, but it's useless, I cum hard again, feeling the wetness flow between my thighs, I reach between my legs to feel his balls although tightening my grip on them only spurs him on.

Finally he cums, the flow seemingly endless, he leans down and I can feel the pounding of his heart through his chest, he bites down on my ear lobe, before wandering off towards the bathroom whistling some random song from the radio on the way home.

I pull my skirt back down as I hear the shower turn on and the whistling continue and head to the bedroom to wait for more....

High

2009-11-17T17:39:00.002Z

I got some new shoes for my birthday.... I know, my birthday was last month, but I couldn't really tell you about them then, and they're oh so sexy, how could I not share?

I wear them to work sometimes, when I'm in the mood to get a little more attention than usual, they add a little more of a Marilynesque wiggle to my walk, it's hard not to on six inch heels after all.

One of my work colleagues calls them my "porn star shoes" but to be honest I think that does them a disservice, they make me think more of Maggie Gyllenhaal asking if you have any photocopying she could do that Jenna Jameson asking the same (wearing a little less of course)

Nearly every pair of shoes I own resemble these in the most basic way, black, high and sexy. God gave me high arches for a reason, and that reason is to wear high heels, why else would he have made me only 5ft1?

Blow

2009-11-15T12:00:00.003Z

I give good head.... A bold, slightly boastful, and yet apparently knee tremblingly true statement.

I was having a conversation with the boy recently (I'll update you all about that in good time) which went something like this....

TB "is it wrong to want a good blow job"

S (sympathetic but wary) "no darling"

blah blah blah lots of compliments and flirting later TB "can't you teach my girlfriend how to do it?" Now how exactly is one meant to react to such a request? I mean obviously he wasn't serious, Blow Job 101 probably wouldn't go down (pun intended) with said girlfriend, but it did make me think... Just what does make my particular technique memorable?

So I set about doing some research.... Watched the odd clip on you porn, asked Red what it was in particular that he liked, and I fast came (pun intended yet again) to a fairly obvious conclusion...

I like giving blow jobs

And there it is, the honest to God, truthful reason why I think I give a superior blow job, I like... no love... doing it. I love kneeling down in front of my man taking his thick cock in my hand and sucking it until he cums hard, or working my way slowly down his naked body to swallow him whole. I love the sensation, the feeling as he swells up against my tongue. In short, if you ask nicely I'll never say no, and that my friends is all there is to it...

Almost ;)

It's been a while

2009-11-14T12:00:00.001Z

I've been sans internet access, in fact a computer at all, but now I'm back.... Let the smut recommence

S xoxo

Wander

2009-07-24T16:05:00.003+01:00

I have a post to come my darlings, a review of the wonderful lubes made by durex that a very nice young lady sent to me some time ago. I can only apologise that the review is so tardy, but blame an ever so poorly shoulder and the stress of starting a new job as my excuse. However you will be glad to know that Scarlet and Red have had a great deal of fun testing them all.

In the meantime I have found myself distracted lately, you see Red has become a permenant guest at Tara, and whilst of course the company is good, the sex even better.... I find myself missing my solo sessions. Strange non? How can a harlot who has sex on tap with the very lovely (and rather horny) Red be missing those times alone when the sheets get all twisted and I make use of my little blue friend?

The truth is, some of my best posts are the result of the way my mind wanders whilst playing, I get my inspiration from those pictures that flash through my head as I make myself cum again and again; and as hot as the sex with Red is.... "In a relationship sex" well... It doesn't really inspire the creative juices so much as it does other kinds.

Tomorrow morning Red is working, so I think I might just lock myself away in my bedroom with my LBF and some lube and just let my mind wander.........

Closed

2009-06-01T19:09:00.003+01:00

No.... Not the blog, I've only just come back after all! Today I closed a door, a chapter... I sent The Boy a text saying I didn't want him in my life anymore.

Now those of you who have been reading this blog for any sort of amount of time will know that this was a massive thing, or, at least it would have been 4 or 5 months ago.

They say you have to kiss a lot of frogs to find your Prince, I guess the truth of the matter is that when it came to The Boy, I was so sure there was a Prince in there somewhere, I was insistent on carrying on kissing what was, in actual fact just a frog.

Now I doubt very much I would ever have been brave enough to make this move (yes, I've deleted him on facebook, blocked him on MSN etc etc) were it not for the fact that in the 7 weeks since I had my operation, I haven't had a single text to ask how I am..... From someone that was meant to be one of my closest friends??? It was the final nail in an almost nailed coffin.

Don't get me wrong, we've both been seeing other people for some time, this isn't about the lack of amazing sex, because trust me Red Bull has been supplying that. This is about being of such little importance to someone that they can't even spare you a seconds thought when you've had surgery.

So there you have it, one massive decade long chapter in the life of this harlot has been closed for good. The benefit of course, is that as this door closes... Somewhere out there another one is swinging wide open, waiting for me to strut through

S xxx

Desire

2009-05-21T09:25:00.006+01:00

It had been a long time, a month in fact. They'd spoken daily, but for various reasons, the conversation had always stayed on the behaved side of vanilla. Now, being back with him, she could feel the buzz of sexual energy between them.

And then nothing happened......

She lay in bed wondering if perhaps he was no longer interested, that a month without the hot, sweaty, kinky sex they'd enjoyed for the last six months had been too long, too much. His long limbs wrapped around her, pulling her closer to him, and she felt the familiar swell of his erection against her back, and still he made no move. The gap between them too small to manoeuvre her hand between them to wrap around his swollen cock, instead she rocked her hips back gently, hoping to make him all to aware of the arousal she was feeling, that she had felt since they were reunited hours earlier.

Finally, she resigned herself to another sexless night, settling into the comfort of his embrace instead. As she started to doze she felt his hand move from her hip towards her breasts, stroking over the flesh to her nipples, she sighed softly as he pinched them in turn firmly, muttering in her ear the kind of filth he knew would have her wet when he finally decided to take her. There was to be no romancing, no tenderness, just the urgency of two people who'd missed each other more than they were willing to admit.

He pushed her onto her back, taking no care of the tender flesh of her shoulder, newly marked with the reminder of surgery, whispering into her ear as he sunk his teeth into her neck that he had to be inside her. A month apart had made her forget the stretch of his cock filling her. The thick, long cock that had earned him the nickname red bull amongst her friends.

She pushed against him, her legs over his shoulder as he thrust again and again moaning softly in her ear as he moved ever closer to cumming. Her nails sinking into his back as she herself came hard around his cock. Finally he lost control, filling her deeply, collapsing against her, laying kisses on the flesh of her chest and stomach until he had recovered.

You wanna touch yourself when you see me

2009-05-20T16:11:00.003+01:00

This picture is from an age ago, dressing up to go to a "school disco" I was in the mood to show off the bottom half of my outfit, the tiny (barely butt covering if I'm honest) skirt, the over the knee socks, the sky high stilletos.... A fun night out was had by all that night if memory serves.....

So where have I been? Well the very boring and painful truth is I had to have shoulder surgery which has meant that typing just wasn't possible. The problem still isn't solved and my keyhole scars are shortly to be replaced by a rather larger open surgery one. But, I now know what the problem is, my shoulder joint is "floppy" ( would you believe that is the very technical term the surgeon used????

So as a result, sex has also been far from paramount, I'm still not allowed to put any weight on my arm, so doggy style is out, all I can say is.... A month without an orgasm has nearly killed me!

Just want to say a massive thank you for all the comments and requests for posts, I promise that
now I'm back and raring to go

Smut soon

S xxx

And that's the kind of girl who's really dirty

2009-02-21T11:30:00.001Z

Red Bull has a fetish for stockings, tights, over the knee socks... You get the idea. I'd left him in the lounge, disappearing upstairs to slip into something entirely uncomfortable, I couldn't help but smile as I got dressed, remembering the fun that had been had the last time I'd had this particular outfit on. Though that had involved a fancy dress party and a skirt that actually covered my ass.

My short hair was tied into pigtails, with bright red silky ribbon tied into pretty bows, the shirt straining against the black lace of my bra, red knickers to match the ribbon, covering my ass with little ruffles, the skirt definitely showing them off, thick ribbed stockings and 5 inch spike heels completed the look. If there was a school for which this was the uniform... I'm guessing the faculty would be entirely male.

Something you should know about Red, when he's aroused he kinda growls, it's pretty much as vocal as he gets, and it send shivers down my spine straight to my cunt. I kneel in front of him as he frees his cock from his jeans. I wrap my red stained lips around just the head, I feel him shudder, and he urges me on, vocally and with unmissable movement of his hips, pushing his cock deeper.

I sit like this for a while, barely moving, letting my tongue tease over his throbbing cock as he rocks his hips, fucking my face with the same voracity he shows my cunt. He rips at my shirt, buttons flying into the fireplace as he nuzzles into my cleavage, teeth scraping over the tender full flesh of my breasts before pulling aside the lace to suck hard on first one nipple and then the other.

Finally he demands I lay back on the floor, kneeling between my legs now, he peels my sodden panties off, running a finger down my shaved pussy as he does so, he stoops to kiss me there once, moving up to let me taste myself on his lips as he runs his tongue over my bottom lip. I'm not allowed to take my heels off, not allowed to do anything other than feel the weight of his body against mine as he pushes his cock into me.

He moves slowly at first, thick cock and tight cunt is not necessarily a winning combination.... He hooks my legs over his shoulders, pushing deeper into me as I open up for him. He fucks me hard... deep... but oh so slowly. I know he's fighting the desire to cum, it's been a while, he wants to see the flashes of my orgasm first, and I know it won't take long, his thumb finds my clit, swollen and desperate for his attention, he rubs in slow circles as his hips move rhythmically against mine as I meet his thrusts again and again.

All too soon it's too much for me and I cum hard, gripping his cock tightly with each convulsion. He kisses me deeply, smothering the moans that would otherwise have carried to my neighbours only one thin wall away, as my own orgasm recedes he finally allows himself to cum, his body slumping down onto mine as he sinks his teeth into my bared shoulder....

It's been too long... from now on a post a week I promise x

Catching up

2008-12-19T19:53:00.003Z

So.... Other than flirting far too much with young men... What have I been up to in my absence?

Well now.... I've seen The Boy, twice. He came and met my friends for my birthday party, huge huge step for us. My friends said we made a cute couple, and seemed utterly wrapped up in each other. He even bought me a birthday present, and a card, for those of you who know the back story.... Pick your jaws up off the floor!

We stayed in a hotel together after we'd been out, and fell asleep! I blame the cocktails! But in the morning, as London woke up, we more than made up for it ;)

Then last weekend, he came up to see me, it was just a few hours, but he bought me lunch, and a Christmas card, and.... After 10 years I finally got him in my bed! It was sweet, tender and just what I needed....

See I met this guy.... Well I actually met him in the Summer, but we started seeing each other just before my birthday, my friends have a nickname for him... Red, mostly because his cock is pretty much identical dimension wise to a can of Red Bull. Now this has posed some problems, but has also made for some seriously intense orgasms... Oh and remind me to tell you the pantyhose story at some point.

Other than that... I've bought underwear, become the proud owner of a cat, and a pair of Christian Louboutin shoes. I've had some seriously dirty text conversations with the 20 year old, and got a raise at work. I've buggered my shoulder to the point that it might need operating on, and started wearing my glasses more often. I've turned 30... And realised just how sexy an age it can be. And perhaps most importantly, I realised how much I missed this blog, the comments and the wonderful friends I've made as a result

The Harlot is back, and this time she's not going anywhere

What's a Harlot to do?

2008-12-15T19:18:00.004Z

Firstly, I'm sorry I disappeared again, it wasn't intended I can assure you, various problems with a very poorly shoulder have made typing when I return home from 9 hours of getting paid to type slightly tricky, thank you all for your comments I promise to answer them all asap!

I have a problem.... Now, the fact that said problem is 6ft4, gorgeous and a decade younger than me, means that the dilemma I currently face isn't the kind of problem that will result in an influx of sympathetic emails and comments.

Actually I have two problems, the first being that said 20 year old (yes in my absence I did reach the grand old age of 30!) just so happens to be the eldest sons of one of my work colleagues (who also happens to be a very good friend). This makes things a tad awkward, not you understand, that she doesn't approve, in fact she gave him my cell number in the first place, it's more that he seems to be sharing far too much information with her about the conversation we have.... Note to self, texting him about exactly what you want to do to him on a Sunday... Not good unless you want to blush all day Monday!

For example, last Tuesday, he took me out for dinner, opened doors, was generally a perfect gentleman - apart from the teasing about the age gap. He stayed at mine, I slept on the sofa (most un-me) but it was a good, if reserved first date, of course, by the time I got to work, having left him in my bed... damn my self restraint.... It appears he'd already been in touch with mum to update her, now don't get me wrong, I'm perfect au fait with the open parent/child relationship.... It's just a little odd when you know both parent and child and you're neither!

The other problem, well that's a little more frustrating, NOTHING'S HAPPENED. Granted the texts I've had today about bending me over my kitchen worktops (I did mention he's 6ft4?) had my heart and clit a-flutter, but still..... How exactly does a Harlot get this whippersnapper into her bed?

That... My dears, is the question

She's Baaaaaaack

2008-11-11T20:00:00.000Z

Didn't think I'd stay away forever did you my darlings? The Harlot is back.... And she's been a very bad girl.... Come spank me

S xxxxx

l'estremità

2008-09-07T12:40:00.005+01:00

I saw "The Boy" last night, it was one of those last minute, spontaneous, it's been way too long nights that really is only ever going to end well.

Some time after the sex, when, with my head on his chest I listened to his heart beat returning to a normal pace, and his breathing give away the fact he wasn't quite as awake as I was, I listened to the rain.

There is something about rain, something about rain and the two of us... Something about rain and the sparkle it gives to the quiet of The City emptied of the traders and business men. Slowly it lulled me into a deep sleep, with only thoughts of early morning sex filling my mind, fingers absent mindedly stroking his cock....

The Boy and I, it's complicated, it's flawed, it's caused me some of the greatest pain and happiness I've experienced in the years we've been in each others lives, it's undefinable, it is what it is, it's perfect and I wouldn't change it or him....

For now, Tara is closing. It isn't a decision I've taken lightly, I've been thinking about it for a very long time, writing here has for now, become a chore. I promised myself that when I lost my joy for writing I would stop, so for now I will. This doesn't mean of course that I'm gone for good, think of it more that this place is undergoing renovations.

Thank you all for your comments, the emails, and most importantly, the friends I have found as a result of these silly words of mine etched into the 'net.

With all of my love and gratitude

Scarlet xxx

Wicked Game

2008-08-21T13:58:00.003+01:00

This post was meant to be an erotic literary gem... It has after all been an age since I've even attempted to write anything that vaguely resembles a sex post for this sex blog of mine.

Then I noticed the date, in exactly 1 week it'll be three years since The Boy and I first had sex, as he said when I reminded him of this fact the other day "time flies".

That day.... I remember being so nervous, so worried that almost seven years of waiting would have created something so impossible to live up to that it would have been the end of a very beautiful friendship.

I was wrong of course, that didn't happen, far from it in fact.... It was that mixture of fucking and making love that just results in a ridiculous number of orgasms, something about the unknown becoming the known, the conversations... fantasies... endless descriptions during phone sex finally being acted out in person... I'm rambling, it was good, let's leave it there.

Since then... Well.... Y'all pretty much know most of that, it's all in the archives, the happiness, the love, the utter despair, the heartbreak... It's a tempestuous relationship to say the least. Right now, who knows? I know that I still get a tingle when he sends me a text. I know that a part of me is tempted to use this upcoming anniversary to tell him "how I've felt all of these years".... But the truth is, part of me is just happy to carry on as we are.

There's a song called Realize... It reminds me of him so much, this is the chorus

If you just realize what I just realized,
Then we'd be perfect for each other
and will never find another
Just realized what I just realized
we'd never have to wonder if
we missed out on each other now.

If only he would!

S xxx

lackadaisical

2008-08-21T13:46:00.004+01:00

Is one of my favourite words ever.... It just such a pretty way of saying I've been a lazy Harlot. I really can't believe that it's been an entire month since I posted! Please don't think that's because I haven't been thinking of things to post, I've had plenty of ideas... Started many drafts, but for one reason or another the words just haven't been flowing.

More irritatingly, this is despite having had several highly erotic experiences that I've desperately been wanting to detail for you here, I went and bought a ball gag... And spent a rather marvelous afternoon breaking it in - mind wanders to said afternoon - I've been on holiday, although that was rather lacking in any action other than a little Sapphic application of after sun, and a brief meeting of lips with a rather gorgeous French man.... Hmmm ah yes and then there's the threesome, whilst that hasn't happened just yet.... Give me 48 hours!!!

So yes, I've been neglecting the blog, but having lots of fun, and am intending on having a great deal more very (very) soon, as to the erotica, well.... Maybe one of the drafts will have to be dusted off....

Inner Embrace

2008-07-20T19:40:00.002+01:00

Sorry Readers, I've been a busy Harlot, I know... I know, it's no excuse, but alas it is the truth. But I'm back now, and promise not be away for so long again.

I was going to write about a recent adventure, about very public stroking, about the desire to be fucked in the middle of a very famous park - A thought that I believe went unmentioned - However, instead I will tell you this, I've decided to embrace my inner hedonist!

I can hear those who know me laughing from here, asking "what exactly do I think I've already been doing" however hear me out. There have been lots of things suggested to me, offered to me etc that I've always turned down, not because I didn't want to do them, but because the good girl in me just wouldn't let the Harlot off her leash, now... Well now I just don't think I should be paying so much heed to the good girl.

Now don't get me wrong, the good girl is a handy tool; the coy flirting, the little bit of a no before the inevitable Oh Fuck Yes... However, it's about time the training wheels came off and I became a fully fledged card carrying Harlot.

The first move was the kojak (a reference to The Break Up, which I always find a little ick since Telly Savalas was Jennifer Anniston's Godfather) that's already had a good friend or twos seal of approval. The next is to up my game, to be a little more forthcoming in what I want... And that will include taking part in a threesome or two, playing with a ball gag, getting a new vibrator, since I've sent mine to the big sex toy heaven in the sky.... Playing around with role play... And of course my darlings... I promise to tell y'all all about it xxxx

Bloom

2008-06-11T19:19:00.003+01:00

I watched them bloom slowly, the technicolour shades changing as my gaze moved slowly downwards.

Though of course, I don't mean the peonies that currently burden their willowy stems with the weight of their flowers in my garden, these were bruises, on my wrists, my hips, my inner thighs.

Slightly sore reminders of a very well spent afternoon in the heat of a city, that would linger a little longer than the ache in my thighs and abs....

Butterflies

2008-06-03T17:50:00.002+01:00

Before I start.... Yes, that is my chest, yes they are real, and no.... I'm not showing you any more, not unless you ask very nicely!

So, this little Harlot has been dating a new guy, he's sweet... Good company, definitely a good kisser, perhaps a little too shy for a girl like me... Anyway, we went out for Sunday lunch (how very British!) and he came back here to Tara to watch dvds.... And despite the fact that I was massively hung over from a night out with the girls... We had fun.

Herein lies the problem, it was fun.... But also a little blah. Now don't get me wrong, I do like him, it's just something isn't there... The butterflies. In my time I've met approximately 3 men that the mere thought of has given me butterflies, The Boy (obviously) and two others who shall remain nameless. It's that feeling deep in the pit of your stomach, that radiates cuntwards. That tingle that travels up and down your spine, it's the flood of wetness that's more than just a physical reaction to being touched.... And right now, with new guy, it's just not there. So, chances are, new guy won't be around for very much longer...

As to The Boy, he annoys me, he is selfish (though not in bed) not in the slightest bit thoughtful.... And yet..... Those butterflies....

Wanting

2008-05-25T12:14:00.002+01:00

I've been wanting to see him for so long, I was almost concerned. Concerned by his lack of interest in making any firm plans all week, concerned that he wouldn't like my new hair, concerned as always that he'd wake up and realise he's just not that into me.

The day didn't start well, I lost my temper with his seeming nonchalance at getting here, not quite understanding why he'd want to wait, he got stuck in traffic and then went straight to the hotel instead of picking me up.... All in all a bit shaky.

Oh but then, then I got to play dress up with him, my very own "The Boy" doll, helping him choose a suit for his new job which he starts tomorrow. God there is nothing sexier than that man in a suit, and his ass in the trousers.... Mmmm yeah that was all good.

We went to dinner, he teased me mercilessly in that schoolboy way of his that makes me pout just to hear him say "sorry baby". We made up ridiculous life stories for the people on the tables around us, we were the "us" I know and love so much. The sexual tension though.... Hmmm yes, wasn't exactly buzzing. Don't get me wrong, it was there, it always is, but by that particular point in the proceedings, I'm normally already pretty(albeit temporarily) satiated.

We then wandered over to my favourite bar, one I've texted him from drunkenly a hundred times or more, it was kinda nice, him being on my territory. It meant I could take the lead. It was a risk, I wasn't really getting the "Scarlet I want to rip that shirt off you now" vibe I'd been expecting, but I thought fuck it (and me) and kissed him, softly as I got up to get a drink. It was then that everything became clear... Someone (not me!) despite having been the one to choose this weekend, to book the hotel etc etc etc had come ill prepared. I laughed, pointed out that is was nearly midnight and the chemists nearby were all shut, and that I was fully stocked if he'd only asked.... Goddamn, all those perfectly good hours wasted!

We walked back to the hotel in the rain, stopping to kiss in doorways of shops, I could feel his cock hard against my thigh, and the temptation to stop and just get it on there and then was almost irresistable, but finally we were back, alone, naked, horny as hell for each other.

He fucked me hard, relentlessly, with the pent up lust of having not seen each other for far too long. As I sucked his cock, and he begged me to let him fuck me, all my concerns melted away, I fell asleep with my head resting on his stomach, his cock within easy reach when I wanted him to wake up again too.... And he did.....

Oh MY

2008-05-10T08:19:00.002+01:00

Has it really been that long since I've posted? I'm sorry, I've been kinda busy!

Lately I've been trying to find myself a new job, dealing with a therapist who is intent on opening long buried cans of worms.... Oh yes and going on dates!

Can you believe it??? I mean it's all well and good hanging on the every word of the Boy, but it's nice to actually do the whole getting to know you thing, so that's what I'm doing.

However..... Some of the "Hey lets get naked cos we know we're good at that" would be nice too... Now what did I do with my cell? I think I need to book a booty call

S xxxx

Quench

2008-04-12T11:48:00.002+01:00

He pads softly across the room, not wanting to disturb her from her post-orgasmic slumber. The moonlight flooding the hotel room making the pale skin of her bare back appear luminescent. He notices that she's smiling in her sleep and he feels the corners of his own mouth turn upwards as involuntarily as the stirring in his groin.

The champagne is slick with condensation when he retrieves the bottle from the ice bucket. He picks up two glasses and carries his hoard stealthily back towards the bed, hoping to be able to slip back between the sheets before she even notices he's been gone.

He pours the champagne sipping his own before leaning across her to place hers on the bedside table beside her. His cock pressing into the small of her back as he does so. She sighs in her sleep, rolling over until they're facing each other. Her eyes open slowly, the smile not fading from her lips. "Hey you" she raises herself off the bed to capture his lips with her own. He lets the cold bottle run across her bare breasts, and she moans, arching her back, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him to her.

"I thought you were sleeping baby" He murmurs when she finally releases him from the kiss. "I was, now I'm not" Her fingers slip between his legs, wrapping around his already hard cock, and in the back of her mind she writes herself a mental memo to send praise to whichever God made this man so very able to recover so quickly. "Lie back" she whispers, he rolls off her, and sinks into the comfort that seems to only ever come from hotel beds that have already been put to such good use.

She slides slowly down his body, her nipples dragging over his chest, down his stomach, until she finds herself where she wants to be. Her lips are wrapped around the engorged head of his cock before he has time to catch a breath, he exhales loudly, moaning as he does so, his fingers entwining in her dark hair. Her tongue moves over him, teeth dragging so so gently over the turgid flesh, until he is as deep in her mouth as she can take him.

His hips rock off the soft cotton of the sheets, wanting to be deeper still, she stops, looking up, smiling, before returning to her ministrations, teasing, licking, sucking. Her fingers tease over his balls, before moving up to his chest, her nails scratching down the flat flesh of his stomach. She can feel him getting harder, swelling in her mouth as she sucks him. The soft moans eminating from further up the bed tell her he's getting closer to cumming, and yet she is relentless, not easing up, just sucking.

"Baby, I'm gonna cum" His voice is a low growl, dripping with lust, and yet still she doesn't stop. He cums suddenly, flooding her mouth, she swallows quickly, not wanting to waste a drop, and still she doesn't stop. She won't, until the sensation gets to be too much for him to bear. Only then does she move back up the bed, to meet his waiting lips. He hands her her glass of champagne, the cum and bubbles combining on her tongue making her sigh.

"My turn now babes" he whispers...She smiles as he slides down the bed towards her cunt, already wet with anticipation of what is to come.

Ok, technically it isn't finished. I could continue.... But you know me, I'm a tease. Can I just say, this blog turns 2 on Monday, it's given me some good times, some amazing friends. It's recorded highs and lows, it's been one of the few things that's been able to keep me sane when I've thought my heart would never heal. Thank you all for reading, commenting, emailing me... Here's to the next year

Scarlet xxx

Neglect

2008-04-09T14:28:00.002+01:00

I've been neglecting this place lately. In many ways it's been necessary, the combination of real life and a horrible chest infection have meant that the blog had to be placed on the back burner. Sometimes when your focus is so divided, something has to give, and because I love this little blog of mine so much, I'd rather it be quiet for a while than write something below the standards I like to set myself.

So I thought today, before I go back to work I'd pop by, dust down the surfaces, replenish the snacks and drinks, puff the cushions, and say that I'll be back very shortly, and just to prove I'm not only a fan of the English Rugby team, I thought I'd share this little gem.... He's Italian, or French... Or something or other, to be honest... Who cares when he has abs like that???

Oh Danny Boy

2008-03-25T15:39:00.004Z

I have a crush.... A huge huge crush. On England's new number 10, Mr Danny Cipriani. He's about a decade younger than I am, but holy Hell have you seen his ass? In those tight white England shorts (and y'all wonder why I prefer Rugby to Football???) it's enough to make a Harlot melt.

I keep having the dirtiest dreams about him... Full of corny chat up lines about the shape of his balls, and wild crazy please wrap my ankles around my ears sex....

Mmmm yes..... I'd blow his pipe any time.

Lightning

2008-03-18T18:07:00.004Z

I catch the same train every morning, it's at an ungodly hour of the morning that I didn't know existed during my student days, and gets me safely to my desk by 8am.

You may be wondering why on earth I feel the need to tell you any of this, you see the thing is, when you get the same train every morning, the same people tend to get on it, there's blonde lady that always wears boots, wig dude, guy who wears sunglasses in the dark, the total hottie in the duffel coat... you get the idea.

So this morning I was standing waiting for the train, clinging to my latte in the hope that it might warm more than just my hands when grey hair nice shoes arrives, we exchange pleasantries as we do every morning and then something flashes, in that "Holy crap what the hell is causing that sensation in my cunt" way that just makes me want to cum there and then.

I pause, trying to catch my breath, trying to work out what it is that has me quite so turned on; and then the flashes become images, bodies colliding, lips meeting, being bent over a chair in front of a rather large and very uncovered window.... I breathe deeply, feeling my knees weaken, and then I realise what has me quite so turned on..... Grey hair with nice shoes is wearing the same aftershave as "The Boy".... So now it all makes sense.

As we get on the train, I choose a seat closer to Grey hair/nice shoes than normal, for once I won't need the latte to keep me awake....

Patience

2008-03-16T10:36:00.003Z

I'm not a very patient person at the best of times, it's even harder to be patient when your standing/sitting/on a train with someone that makes you so horny, knowing that all you're wearing under your coat is underwear which just happens to be in his favourite colours.

That is how my weekend started Friday morning, my - this is only for one night weekend - which I got home from about an hour ago, with sore thighs, sore hips, sore abs... You get the idea.

The Boy and I are.... Well we are whatever we are. I don't there's a title for it... friends with benefits, fuck buddies, they just don't seem right somehow. So for now we're undefined, and that's fine with me. Though at some point in the seaside town we were visiting for a second time he described me us as a "thing" ah the logic of boy brain, when asked what that meant he said since there wasn't really a word for what we are, he thought he'd use "thing".

Since I'm currently in that blissed out place of having oh so much sex, waaaaay too much alcohol and nowhere near enough sleep, I won't go into detail. Plus... Yeah I think this one can stay by the sea, and in London. But let's just say I'm a very happy if slightly achy Harlot.

Til next time my pretties xxxx

You yourself are nothing so divine

2008-03-10T14:30:00.004Z

I haven't been around much lately, for one reason and another, real life has been getting in the way of pretty much everything else, in that dramatic soap opera way that never ends well.

In real life, I'm in mourning for a cup size, the only downside to weight loss, I do however have some very nice new underwear, much of which will get an airing this weekend, when "The Boy" and I will be meeting up for round two of whatever this new version of us is all about.

I've also had my hair drastically chopped, it's a little Catherine Zeta Jones in Chicago crossed with Katie Holmes. So far, everyone has liked it. My hairdresser says it's proper blow job hair, which is potentially a very good thing!

Hmm..... That's pretty much all of my news, work is blah, life is blah, but with the potential to improve drastically following a days shopping and two days of very hot sex, of which I shall update you as soon as I have the energy on Sunday.

Until then, stay Harloty

S xxxxxx

50 Words... Undress Me

2008-02-23T13:05:00.004Z

... Slowly. Take your time with each button, tease me, torment me, kiss every inch of flesh as it is exposed to you. Strip me until I am bare, and then just look, make me wait, until I have to beg for your touch again. Because you know that I will.

Weekend

2008-02-10T13:59:00.000Z

He picked me up from the station, called me "darling", and I felt myself melt into the comfortable familiarity of the company of a man I've known for almost a decade. It would've been easy to remember all the reasons why I had fallen in love with him, but I fought the sensation, instead deciding to focus on what we had planned, a dirty weekend, probably what the doctor had ordered for both of us for various and yet similar reasons.

The hotel was nothing special, but it really didn't matter, the company more than made up for the businessmanesque room. We sat on the sofa watching the Rugby, neither of us really saying a great deal, just relaxing, occasionally yelling at the television. I tried to focus on the television, but minus both my glasses and my panties under my short skirt, I was a little distracted.

He'd insisted that we wouldn't be shy this time, insisted that it would be a dirty weekend... And yet the men in shorts appeared to have his interest more than the girl next to him in stockings. He asked if I wanted a drink, deciding walking to the bar would be better than ordering room service. I tried to hide my disappointment when he went to leave, but it was quickly replaced with the hot flashes of lust as he returned to kiss me, softly at first before deepening into the kind of kiss that makes you forget where you are.

The Welsh beat the Scottish, and somewhere between that and the French beating the Irish.... Mmmm yes, there might've been some sex, the hot, sweaty urgent kind that people who haven't seen each other for 14 months (but who's counting?) might have. His cock in my mouth, his soft whispered moans of pleasure, his tongue on my clit, fingers pushing inside me, and then his lips on mine. Tasting myself on his lips as finally he pushed inside me. It didn't last long, it didn't have to, all it needed to be was us.

We watched the next game semi-naked, my head on his chest when I got cold. After the second game.... Well we were meant to be heading into town for food and "stuff" - technically this meant alcohol, but since I'm currently not allowed to drink... only for one of us! - which meant getting out of bed, having a shower, putting clothes on... We really didn't succeed at any of these for a while. I sucked his cock slowly, all the while telling him he should go and have his shower, teasing my tongue up and down the thickening shaft, stopping, not wanting to let him cum just yet.

"I'm not going for my shower til I've cum in your mouth" he moaned, his hips lifting from the bed to match the slow, steady movements of my mouth "God... Fuck" He came hard, the hot, thick spurts coating the back of my throat as I swallowed, never slowing down the rhythm of my tongue and mouth.

There was of course more sex, when we came back from the restaurant, him a little tipsy, me... slightly confused by the tipsy conversation, which was far too insightful and sweet to repeat here. This time he teased me with his cock, not letting me have it all until I was begging. On my hands and knees, desperately trying to push back, but unable to do anything until he was ready... Somewhere around this point of the evening I got friction burns on my elbows from the bed linen, a slightly painful and very red reminder that stung like hell this morning in the bath (run for me no less)

And then of course.... My favourite thing of all, the thing that I've missed more than anything about The Boy (well almost) 4 in the morning sex... That I'm half asleep, but I don't care I have to have you now sex that always makes me so very wet. His breath hot and wet in my ear as he fucked me, over and over again until we were both satiated and in need of sleep.

This morning I woke him up with a blow job, and whilst technically he was already awake.... It was still the best way I could think of to say good morning, he asked if he could take a picture, grabbing his phone from the nightstand already littered with condom wrappers and my handcuffs. I paid no attention to what he was doing, concentrating only on his cock, the skin taut, tumescent... glorious. I could never tire of that sensation, evidenced by the wetness oozing from my cunt onto my thighs. I would only discover much later this morning, when he sent me the evidence that he'd actually filmed a short video, to be kept for posterity or something similar.

He pulled me onto him then, sliding into me with ease, filling, me completely. Even with me on top he couldn't help but take control, his hips lifting from the bed, his hands on my hips pulling me down onto him harder and harder until my entire body tingled from cumming so hard, before sitting astride my hips to cum over my chest.

Eventually it became obvious that it would be necessary to get out of bed, and I couldn't help but wonder if this would be it again... That I'd end up hurt, damaged in a way that only he is capable of doing. I guess that's the sort of risk you sometimes have to take.... He ran me a bath, wandering in and out of the bathroom to discuss options for our morning, food.... Driving me home... Christening his car.... I gave him his Valentine's Day card, knowing that it's highly unlikely that I'll get one in return (seriously this is one area where The Boy is useless, in ten years I barely need one hand to count the number of cards he's sent me!).

We drove into town to get breakfast, watching the world go by with that post-orgasmic glow that only comes from spending a great deal of time having sex, and then he drove me home, stopping only to do as I had promised when he left off his boxer shorts under his jeans, christening his car, but that as they say.... Is another story

S xxx

Dirty

2008-02-09T10:05:00.001Z

So.... I came to a wild, crazy decision last night. At around 3pm this afternoon I'm meeting "The Boy" (yes that one) in some anonymous hotel to spend the weekend... How did he put it? "Catching up".

I do believe I may be going away for a dirty weekend! How very Harloty of me!

Be back Monday xxxx

Window

2008-01-30T19:40:00.000Z

She sits on the deep sill of her bedroom window, the blinds are shut, the room illuminated only by the lamp beside her bed. Her cellphone is pressed to her ear, and he whispers to her through it in hushed, urgent tones.

His breath is already ragged, his hand gripping his hard cock, cooing to her as she runs her vibrator over the hot, wet flesh of her cunt. He makes promises of what he will do to her, soon.... tells her of his thoughts, her lips around his cock, his fingers pulling on her nipples, wrapped in her hair, until he cums.

She spreads her legs further, holding her phone in the crook of her neck, giving her better access to her clit, throbbing for attention, begging to be touched. His voice gets deeper, dripping with lust, the words flowing from the lips she aches to kiss only increasing her desire.

The vibrator slides into her easily as he tells her how he's going to fuck her. She moans softly, wishing the toy could be him now, telling him so breathlessly as she fights the desire to cum.

She focuses momentarily on the low rumble of traffic outside, the sound of life continuing at its normal rate, and yet, each moment feels so extended in this place, as he promises that his cock is hers, that it will be soon. She closes her eyes, knowing that the slow rhythmic movements of her vibrator, in and out, in and out, matches the up and down of his hand on his cock. He tells her to cum for him, to cum for him now, that he will cum for her too, and that soon... They will cum together as they should.

Please

2008-01-18T16:11:00.000Z

"Please..." One word.... The only word she has uttered.... Pleading for release, not from her bonds, his grasp, but from the unbearable need to cum, her orgasm was to be his, only with his permission would she be able to give in to the unbearable sensation emanating from her cunt, radiating outwards.

Three of his fingers are buried within her, his thumb circling roughly over her swollen clit, she arches her back, rocking her pelvis back and forth creating the kind of friction that has her seeing flashes of white, her nipples taut between his fingers as he pinches at the erect flesh. She feels her orgasm building, feels the need beginning to overwhelm her.... "Please" she begs him, not wanting to disobey, but knowing that her body will soon prevent her from doing anything but. He shakes his head, and stoops down to suck her clit between his lips, catching gently with his teeth.

Her hips rock off the bed, and for once she wishes she had use of her hands, to wind her fingers in his hair, to pull him closer to her still. He knows now, that she won't be able to stop again. That if he continues to tease her in this way, that no matter how hard she tries, she won’t be able to stop herself. His hand glistens in the half-light of the room, coated in her.

Feeling her get wetter still, he speeds up, his fingers thrusting into her cunt with all the force usually saved for his cock. His eyes meet hers and he nods, and finally she knows that she can let go. Her orgasm rocks through her body, which quakes in its wake. His fingers gripped tightly in her cunt as she cums, again and again.

“Please” He smiles, indicating to his swollen cock, aching to be touched having neglected for so long. As he unties her wrists she slides down the length of his body, and he can’t help but wonder how long it’ll be before she allows him to cum too.

Punish me

2008-01-14T20:01:00.000Z

"Punish me...." She whispers to him her head tilted back to look up at him, her eyes on his in that way that reminds you of a laser burning through the thickest metal. She is defiant, despite the tears that flow readily.

"Punish me...." She mutters, as he binds her hands in the comforting grip of leather cuffs, her arms crossed behind her back, making it impossible for her to move.

"Punish me..." She demands as he pushes her roughly to her knees, offering her his tumescent cock, already dripping pre-cum. He asks her what she might have done that would warrant punishment, and she does not reply with words, merely by her actions, her eyes still penetrating his own deeply as she laps as his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks.

"Punish me..." She moans as he pulls her to her feet, to kiss her, to taste his own essence on her full, sweet lips. He ignores her request, her need, her order.... This isn't how this works he explains, words whispered so softly in her ear that she can feel herself saturating her panties, you don't get to ask to be punished, it is something that merely happens, when he believes her deserving.

She acquiesces, muttering apologies for acting up, and then he pushes her roughly to the bed, her ass upward, he spanks her lightly at first, until her ass glows pinkly; And then he stops. He watches her writhe on the bed hoping for more, more that will not come.

"Fuck me..." She whispers, as he pulls her to him, whispering softly and yet filthily in her ear as he strokes her tender bottom. Her lips on his clavicle, his neck, his ear.

"Fuck me..." She mutters as she feels him spreading her legs, positioning himself between them, staring down at her with intensity, lust radiating.

"Fuck me..." She demands as he teases his thick cock over her cunt, rubbing her clit, and retreating, returning and then retreating again until she cannot stand the deprivation any longer.

"Fuck me..." She moans as he pushes into her, filling her completely for the briefest of moments before starting to thrust, slow, deliberate movements. Filling her and then leaving her, her cunt so wet, so tight that he knows he could easily cum straight away.

He tells her he will fuck her, until she can't possibly cum again, until her pussy is swollen and red, until she begs him for rest. He tells her that she fits him like a glove, to grip him tightly as he moves, to make him cum. They cum together, neither one making a sound.

She moves out from under him, and he collapses down beside her.

"Hold me..." She whispers, and he does.

Promises (2)

2008-01-01T14:17:00.000Z

He wants to cum, the sensation in his balls so strong that he knows it will be impossible to wait much longer, but wait he must, the witching hour has not yet arrived, and he had after all promised to fuck her from one year to the next....

She knows that he won't be able to control himself much longer, slipping out from under him, she tells him to lie back, to relax, she starts at his lips, soft butterfly-touch kisses, her tongue teasing over his for only the briefest of seconds before she moves down. Next his clavicle, his nipples, the slight ridges of his abs, until she reached his cock.

Her lips find him, and he moans, she knows already that he's fighting to hold back, and she knows what this does to him. He begs her to stop, but she just smiles and carries on. Her tongue teases over his shaft, up and down, up and down before devouring him again.

His fingers wrap into her hair, but then, as though remembering himself, he pulls her towards him, her breasts swaying over the bobbing head of his saliva soaked cock as he pulls her up. His hands find her hips, gripping her tightly, he eases himself back into her waiting cunt. She moves slowly above him. Her hips moving in a slow steady figure of eight to match the rhythmic up and down of his hips pressing his cock deeper into her.

Somewhere else in the flat, the television says that it's almost time, she speeds up, fucking him with abandon, her head thrown back as she cums hard around him, and as the chimes of Big Ben herald in '08, he cums. "Happy New Year" he murmurs as she collapses into his chest.

Promise (1)

2007-12-30T17:53:00.000Z

This is my New Year's Eve post, to say goodbye to '07 and the wonders it brought with it and to look forward to '08 and the loss of my diary's virginity. However, as I have no patience, and a horrible cold, I post the first part now, with the excuse that come tomorrow, I'll probably be in bed all day for all the wrong reasons. A very Happy New Year to you all.... Friends, commenters and lurkers. Thanks to y'all (and assisted by a mention by my good friend The Fury) this little blog should just about tick over to 60k hits before '07 is out!

"Fuck me" she whispered as he thrust two fingers deep into her cunt. Immediately he could feel her velvet walls incasing him, gripping him tightly, and he couldn't help but close his eyes, imagining that feeling around his cock.

"Fuck me" this time it was less of a plea, more of an order, as she began to grind against his hand. His cock already in his hand, swollen and glossy with the thick drops of pre-cum already flowing.

Sliding his fingers from the depths of her sex, he offers them to her, she sucks them clean, paying them the same attention she would his cock, his own lips find her nipples, erect and waiting for attention. He bites down hard, making her moan, and arch her back into him.

The thick tip of his cock presses against her cunt, easing into her slowly, each inch making her moan, and whisper filth into his ear that only makes his hips rock against her harder. When he fills her completely he pushes her legs back over her head, gripping her ankles together with one hand, the other supporting his weight as he fucks her, her own hands seek out her nipples, and then her clit, and his balls, massaging each in turn, before starting again.

His hips piston into her, harder... faster... deeper, again and again, and she whispers to him once more "fuck me, fuck me" until the words blur. He wants to cum, the sensation in his balls so strong that he knows it will be impossible to wait much longer, but wait he must, the witching hour has not yet arrived, and he had after all promised to fuck her from one year to the next.

To be continued on New Year's Day