Thursday, May 4, 2017

meet #7

Ok that was fun.

For about four or five years I've occasionally interacted with someone on Tvchix. We'd never met. Mostly if I'm honest because of my own misgivings than theirs. They always seemed a little too persistent and that worried me a little. It needn't have :-)

I had the day to myself today and had mentally already decided that if at all possible I was going to meet someone however with the proviso that I wouldn't just meet any old person. It needed to be someone I felt some attraction to. Mike from chix had always struck me as someone I could find attractive but I couldn't push past the aforementioned misgivings about his persistence. Today though I have to admit (and didn't say this to him earlier) I'd already decided to submit and went online in the hope a) he would be there and b) he would bite.

Thankfully he did.

Within only a few minutes of being in the chatrooms he messaged me. I almost changed my mind but when he asked if I was looking to meet today I answered that yes I was. I knew he lived relatively locally too so all being well it wouldn't be too long between arranging something and it actually happening.

I was in that awkward in between stage that always comes with waxing. Hair growing back but too short to wax yet. So I gave my legs a light shave in the bath, painted my toenails and douched before slipping in a little plug.

The flat has a shared entrance so I warned him he'd be greeted by me in drab and then need to sit with a cup of tea while I got ready (how English?).

He arrived on time. Taller than I'd imagined and better looking in the flesh than his picture (if you're reading Mike - there's nothing wrong with your picture - your features are just softer and friendlier in the flesh :-) ).

I made him a cup of tea and retired to change. Panties, fishnet tights, little black dress, boobs and pink heels. I had been thinking pink hair too but decided at the last minute to go for blonde.

Then make-up applied, I called him through.

I didn't really give him too long to look me over, always a worry of mine that I won't meet their approval, and stepped up to meet him as he followed me into the room.

He quite quickly took my hand. Ran his hands over my dress and body and before I knew it we were kissing. And he kissed well. His tongue deep in my mouth, his stubble pressing against my smooth face. I loved that he was taller than me too. I had to crane my neck to let him kiss me the way he did and I pressed my body into his.

As we kissed I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt to get my hands onto his manly hairy chest. I tweaked his nipples between my fingertips and ran my hands all over his back and upper body. All the while kissing passionately. He lifted my dress up over my ass so he could feel me through my fishnets.

I fumbled with his belt, finally getting it undone with his help. Without the need to be asked I dropped to my knees, kissing his nipples as I descended. I started slowly. Kissing him through his briefs first. Then pulling them down to release his cock. My intention had been to gently tease him and play with it for a while but I was so excited to be in front of a mans cock after such a long time I almost instantly took it into my mouth and commenced proceedings.

The last thing I wanted was for him to blow his load in the first couple of minutes so I only gave him a taster of things to come and stood back up for more kissing. This time his hands finding my girly cock peeking out from behind my panties.

I was tired of standing there in the middle of the room and led him a couple of steps to the bed. I lay down and almost instantly he was on top of me. Kissing me yet again. Pressing me down into the mattress.

I wrapped my still stockinged legs around him and raked my fingers over his back as we kissed and dry humped. His cock pressing into my butt cheeks and plugged hole. It was then I think I decided I was going to let him fuck me. That I wanted him to fuck me. It was just about how we got there now and hoping when it became clear to him that was what I wanted that he wanted it too.

I asked him to remove my fishnets and we kissed a short while longer before I slipped my panties off too and savoured the feeling of his cock pressing against my now bare skin and the plug I was increasingly aware of inside of me.

He paused from kissing me a couple of times to take my girly cock into his mouth. It was lovely but I was so turned on I had to keep stopping him as I wanted it all to take longer and I was terrified I'd come too soon.

He lay on his back and I straddled him. Dry riding him for a while whilst we kissed even more.

I pulled myself away from him and leant across to the dresser where the lube, condoms and my small dildo were. If it hadn't been obvious where I was hoping things would go, when I put them down on the bed it became plain to see. He didn't balk or run from the room which I saw as a positive :-)

I removed the plug from inside of me and lubed up the dildo. We kissed as I slid it deep inside of me. It was just a little smaller than him which meant I imagined he'd fit inside of me perfectly. I fucked myself with the dildo for a while to loosen myself up for him. Still kissing.

Then I opened the condom and rolled it over his cock with my mouth. Or at least tried :-) I imagined it would be sexy but not having done it before I had to tidy it up with my fingers in the end. I lubed him up and straddled him again.

We kissed and then I sat up and lowered myself onto him.

He slipped straight in. It was wonderful. I knew I was actually going to get fucked for the first time. He lay back as I rode him faster and faster. He slipped out a couple of times but entered me again easily enough. I would have liked to try a few different positions out but we were both pretty close to the edge already and I knew that was never going to happen.

It didn't take long before I felt myself climax with him inside of me. I came all over his chest. All from being fucked. It was gorgeous. I rode him a little faster afterwards for short while I was so happy to have been made to cum like a girl.

Before he came I got off, pulled the condom from his cock and sucked him till he exploded into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, almost gagging but knowing deep down that's what a girl should do.

We kissed again and then lay on the bed together for a short while.

I think he could have lain there longer which was actually quite nice but I was starting to worry about getting all cleaned up before having to go and pick my car up from the garage (how mundane) and hurried things along a little.

I asked him if he wanted a shower but he just cleaned up a little in the bathroom and left, my cum still in his chest hair I imagine.

I may have met my first 'repeat' meeter. Though opportunities seem rarer than they used to but if they arose and he was free again I'd definitely like a second go :-)

Maybe with some pictures next time?

Saturday, April 22, 2017

a lovely day

Waxed - check

Plugged all day - check

Performed like a sissy slut on cam and nearly came from just my dildo - check.

Thursday, March 23, 2017

isn't this lovely?

oh to be her!!

Thursday, February 9, 2017

is it wrong?

that I find these deeply erotic?

I reacquainted myself yesterday with my collection of dildo's and watching these clips today I could almost feel them inside of me again.

And is it weird I find them intensely romantic too?

The end of a prolonged session of foreplay all building up to this moment. The beginning of submitting to him and heightened sensuality. Hours later, the taste of his cum tingling on my tongue and the thick fumes of poppers infecting my brain I'll be as filthy a little slut for him as he desires. A begging compliant toy for his insatiable cock. But this first time he'll treat me like a precious object to be broken in gently. His princess, savoured slowly and taught how it feels to give herself willing, to lose ownership of her own body to a gentle but powerful man.

Too much to wish for? :-)

Friday, December 30, 2016

Scenario #1

A gentleman on TVChix wondered when I might post some more prose.

He'd like to explore possible scenarios.

I'd like to explore them with him very much too. So here's the first in hopefully a series. This ones very possibly less exciting for him unfortunately (sorry Tim) but it would still have my heart beating like a military drum! I should stress that unlike my 'meet' posts this has NOT happened.

Also sadly Amber only gets to be in this one in spirit :-(

My body was waxed. Silky smooth and moisturised. I was wearing black lace panties and they felt wonderful against my skin. My toe nails were painted fire red. I'd even slipped in a little plug to keep me feeling girly and submissive.

But I knew he wouldn't see any of that tonight.

I was about to finally meet the man with whom I'd exchanged messages for the last few months. He, sadly for us both, was going to have to suffer the disappointment of spending a stolen hour sat in a pub with my dreary alter ego though. I was happy and excited he was willing to do so, to see if on some level we had similar desires for future encounters, but I was also nervous he wouldn't be able to see past the drab shirt and jeans that made up my boring 'work' attire and glimpse even a small aspect of Amber.

I'd left work as early as I could so I could get there first. We'd arranged to meet in a quiet little bar he knew in the City. I imagined, with him being far more experienced in these matters than myself, he used it frequently for these kinds of liaisons. It was classy, low lit and with tables set into little cubbyholes for more privacy.

I ordered myself a dry white wine ( I know, a walking cliche!) and chose the table furthest from the bar in case, as I hoped it might, conversation turned to scenarios he'd like to explore with someone (hopefully myself). Although part of me would have savoured thinking the table next door was eavesdropping on what I wished would be a sordid chat it felt safer to try and maximise any sense of discretion. It was dark and candlelit and I imagined it might even feel a little romantic if I weren't dressed so uglily.

Normally when plugged I'm a blissful state of arousal but my parts remain relatively lady-like. On the whole I feel much more feminine that way too knowing that they are only really a minor distraction from what I'm slowly learning through self training is my true erogenous zone. Tonight though I could feel them straining against my lace panties, already a little wet with excitement. I was dreading the moment he walked into the bar as I worried I might not be able to control myself. I'd never felt so erotically charged in such drab attire.

I messaged him my location in the bar. The thought of him not recognising me (which was highly likely) and having to watch out for a stranger to wave over at him was horrible. He'd sent me a picture early on in our initial messages so I at least had the advantage of knowing which handsome man I was looking out for.

I focussed my attentions on my phone, continually checking it to see if he'd replied.

"Do you mind if I join you?"

I nearly jumped out of my skin. A tall handsome man, in an expensive suit (God I felt even more poorly dressed now) was stood at the table. It took a moment before I realised it was him and found my voice. "Please do."

He sat opposite me. A big glass of red wine in front of him on the table.

"Hello Amber," he said softly. I was so relieved. I'd wondered how we'd address each other all day. Although I had no problem with him knowing my other boring name, I felt that despite my outward appearance I desperately wanted him to think of me as Amber right from the start.

"Hi Tim," I managed to blurt out, "I normally have more hair." I smiled nervously. What a stupid thing to say.

He returned my smile, "I know, I've seen the pictures remember?"

I relaxed a little. Drank him in. He was so imposing, manly. And held himself with calm confidence. I felt my insides flutter a little as I fleetingly imagined what it would be like to feel myself in his arms.

"So how was your day dear?" he said. Followed by a cheeky grin.

I laughed, "Fairly nerve-wracking. Yours?"

"Busy but I have been looking forward to meeting for our little chat."

"And now you're here?"

"I'm not going anywhere just yet. You have me at a slight disadvantage but that's not necessarily a bad thing. It merely means I'll have to use my imagination even more. Do I meet your approval?"

I hoped he wouldn't see me blushing in the flickering candlelight. "Very much so Tim. I'm even more nervous now, I had no idea how I'd feel sat opposite you."

"And how do you feel?"

"Like the plainest girl in the world," I laughed, "confronted with Prince Charming. A little starstruck to be honest and very much wishing this was a date rather than two 'guys' meeting for a drink."

"Our first date." He laughed loudly enough for the barman to look over at us. "Well if you want to think of it as such I'm okay with that. Let's talk about what a second date might look like though. I'm sure you have plenty of interesting ideas about that don't you Amber?"

We were only there for a couple of drinks but it felt like hours as we got lost in sharing our deepest desires.

How I wished to be taken under the wing of a strong gentle man. Dress to please him, feel his tender touch and caress. His lips on mine. His strong hands guiding me in the ways of pleasuring him. His fingers inside of me as I learned how his cock liked to be treated. How to tease him to the edge and then bring him back to tease him all over again. What it would feel like for a real man to make love to me. How I would give my body to him to be eaten, stretched and trained to accommodate him fully. To take me and make me his woman, his property. To be tied and at his mercy. To be raised to such heights I'd be begging him to never stop. To be his plaything. To play roles for him, become his fantasy girl. To submit fully and be owned, even just for a few short hours.

And he shared his desires too and we discussed where they met and what we should explore. I watched his lips as spoke, wishing circumstances were different and I could feel them on my own and taste his tongue, sweet and warm from the red wine he'd been drinking.

A few times, as we chatted, I wished he would place his hand over mine but I knew that was as unlikely to happen as him sidling up next to me in the booth. Which was probably just as well. As we shared sordid fantasies, if his body had been so close to mine I would have been in torment, wanting to feel his hand on my leg, wanting to gently hold his thigh and feel his manhood twitch as I whispered my deepest desires to him. As much as I would have wanted that to happen I imagined, despite his obviously very active imagination he might still struggle to view me as the little sissy girl I felt myself to be in his presence. No matter my attire.

And then we parted. Went our separate ways in the night.

And I sat on the train on the way home, acutely aware of the plug inside of me and the dampness in my panties I was giddy and excited and hoping beyond hope he had enjoyed our chat just as much as myself and that he would contact me for a second date. And this time I would make sure he met Amber properly.

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

not me but another Amber

Much prettier than me too :-) Very jealous of what she gets up to.


Wednesday, November 30, 2016

in bed riding a dildo

is it terrible I want to be popper sniffing little slut sometimes? I need to taste cum and for this dildo to be replaced by the real thing!