From the heart

#SoSS – guest writers, vlogging heroes, and the youth today

#SoSS – guest writers, vlogging heroes, and the youth today.

So, I have not sat down and written one of these in ages, life has been up and down for me. Massive high, but then I have been facing down some of my old demons. I am also making BIG changes to my life, on a personal, professional, and blogging level, and as I have Said before, change of any form is something I really struggle with. But this time I have wanted change, not had it thrust upon me.

One of the biggest, and best changes I have made, is the bing on board of a sort of writing partner, in the form of the epic Aedan D, O’healy. His been my friend for long time, helping get my life back on track and kicking my butt when it has needed kicking. (A lot of butt kicking has gone on) an amazing writer, but he is also a tech wizard and wordsmith as well. He is also my editor and has help me step up my own writing (yes sir) He wrote a beautiful story / poem for my site, I watch you….. That people loved just as much as I do! Link to story. He has his own blog at http://aedansdomain.com/ and can found on twitter. He is a writer full of empathy and spirt, I’m mean he came up with this piece, http://aedansdomain.com/2018/05/12/earned-not-taken-kept-not-squandered/. From this you would never know he is new to the D/s scene, I feel it sums it up pretty well. So, go stalk him on twitter .

The next thing I want to shout about is one of the changes I have made, that is sort of my baby and I’m very proud of! We now have guest bloggers on Submissiveheart.co.uk. Once ever two weeks (for now), we have a guest writer or blogger, with a short piece of their own work. We still working out the kinks in this, but we are open for submissions, and we pay £30 for a piece of around 800 – 1000 words. (I know it’s not much). So far, we have had 2 amazing pieces of fiction. We kicked off with the amazing Posy Churchgate https://twitter.com/PosyChurchgate and her stunning short ,  Burlesque. With great use of words and a great flow, she paints a beautiful picture with her writing. You should follow her blog here https://posychurchgate.blogspot.co.uk/. Then we had Sharon Atkins, who I met at Eroticon. She is a very talent poet and writer, who has turned her hand to erotica. Her piece The other woman is nothing short of scorchingly hot. I was really homered have her on my blog and to sort of pop her erotica cherry! She does not have a blog yet (like why not), but she can be found on twitter at ().

The next awesomeness I feel the need shout about is one of the bloggers I have discovered. See being pregnant and an over anxious brain means I’m having trouble sleeping and staying asleep. One of the thing that has been helping me get through the sleepless night is YouTube and the wonderful vloggers. Some are madness and I just make me want to hit my head against a wall, but some are flipping excellent. Things I have really enjoyed watching and learning about more about is DDlg and the many, many forms it can take. It was one of these vlogs I found and have come to adore is Strawberrymilkies https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCn_eFU4BYvi3TFUy5-zwEUA . A wife and wife, DDlg couple. (I think they use They/ them pronouns, really sorry if I have misgendered you). They are simply and adorable little and very sweet and funny Daddy. Who together are such an amazingly positives example of DDlg. The content on the channel is well thought out and charming. They are both, from what I can tell extremely body positive, which I love. Maîtres has given his blessing, meaning I can watch their posts without asking. He loves the fact the is a great deal of respect, they are very much in love and they don’t drop to many f-bombs! So now little bear and I have midnight snacks and watch strawberrymilkies on YouTube. They are not on twitter, you can follow them on Instagram at @ strawberry-milkies

The thing I really want to share and shout about is a young lady, Jadis Liddell (), writer and blogger at the brilliantly named Tits and test tubes http://www.titsandtesttubes.com/ As you might guess she is studding science at university and writes and blogs about sex. Beautifully kinking stories, thoughtful and insightful piece about sex, and simple Devine pictures. But the reason I want to shout, well she writes really grown up stuff, with passion and an edge, that stuns me, as she is young. I have god daughters near her age and I hope they have half the drive this girl has when they get to university. People mock young writers at times, and this lady just proves we can all be a little quick to judge. Bravo little Miss Jadis, bravo!

So that’s it folks,

 

hugs,

 

pixie x

From the heart, musings of pixie heart., Poly life

Love is…

Love is supporting, without judgement or criticism.

Love is giving without expecting anything in return.

Love is caring, worrying and want the best for a person, even if that means being without them.

Love is guiding, nurturing, and protecting, without condescension.

Love is giving binderies, respecting limits, and never braking trust.

Loving is not allowing behaviours that will hurt or damage a person, even when they don’t see that harm or damage.

Love is encouraging, whether it’s a tiny step or a life changing goal.

Love is pushing you out of your comfort zone, when you don’t want to, or everything is to scary

Love is trying to not hurt others, even when your hurting or in pain.

Love is standing be someone, and letting them fix themselves, but catching them if they fall.

Love is 3 am chess games, lunch time phone calls and welcome home kisses.

Love is not hurting someone, unless they ask it too.

Love is what ever you need it to be, when you need it to be, where you need it to be.

Love is, simply love, pure and simple.

 

For my Maister, with love

Pixie Heart.

wicked wednesday

Dearest Little one…..

Dearest little one,

This is a hard letter for me to write, hell I never thought I would be in a place in my life that I would want to write it. I always thought I would be fine with just women coming and going in my life. But I have realised I can’t continue on like that, not anymore. I never thought I would meet someone who I would want to have as mine mind, body and soul, but here I am.

I’m terrified of what we have, truly terrified. For the first time in my life I’m not content to just have something open and fun. I want you, all of you. I want you when your happy, sad or angry. I miss you when I go to work in the morning, when your away from my side, with in minutes I feel the loss. When your sad I’m sad, when your happy I’m happy. But it’s more than liking you, it’s a need to have you with me. I can’t sleep without curled up, spooning into me. I can’t eat or concentrate without knowing your safe, cared for and well, it has turned in to my number one job in life to know your ok.

For the first time in my life I know the true mean of home is where the heart is. My house , my bed, my life is empty when your not with me. With your giggles, silliness and smile. The house is so quiet and cold without you in it. But every time I hold in my arms I feel like I’ve come home.

I don’t know when it went from sexual desire , to love, but it has. Now all you have to do is smile and want strip you naked and fuck you. But after that I want cuddle you in my arms, till you fall Asleep, and I get to watch you sleep. This is not who I am , but it’s who I have become, and it’s all your doing.

These two weeks apart have made it clear that I can indeed live without you, but it has also made it clear that I don’t want to live without you. I want you here with me, as my partner, my submissive and my love. The choice is yours and I will respect it , no mater what it is. I hope you will come back, I prey you do. Think hard little one and let me know.

All my love my darling girl,

Always and for ever.

Yours,

Sir x

Wicked Wednesday

Masturbation Monday

Yes, Sir

My face buried in his neck and my eyes tightly closed, I hear the bedroom door open. One moment, I am cradled and the next, I am airborne; flying like a bird, unafraid. I land at the same as time the door shuts.

I cower on the bed and look up at him, his face is pure animal lust. It is so fierce I don’t recognize him in that moment. It frightens me a little and arouses me even more. Looking down he growls, “Strip, now girl.”

“Yes, sir,” escapes from my lips with a breathy exhale. I am unsteady as I sit back on my feet. I reach for the clasp on my black lace bra, but my fingers are trembling too much. I look up at him, asking without words. I didn’t need the words.

“Need help, little one,” he asks? That smug tone, almost condescending is close.

He is already in motion then so close I can feel his breath on the back of my neck. My body betrays the sense of longing I feel and a shiver runs down my spine. I nod my reply and then I feel a sharp swat to my bottom.

“Answer using words missy,” he commands. He uses that same smug tone.  I know this will be accompanied a smug grin to match.

“Yes please, sir,” I say in a soft respectful tone. I am powerless to stop the shudder when I feel his lips press feather light kisses across the nape of my neck and collar bone. His hands slip the straps of my shoulders. He works the delicate clasp, with strong fingers and begins tracing the contours of my ribs. The bra is off my body in an instant.

“Put your hands behind your head.,” he says. That phrase sends a rush of wetness to my intimate parts. Every part of my body tenses with knowing expectation of what’s about to happen. I will myself to calm down as I place my hands on the back of my head.

“Yes sir.”

He walks to the foot of the bed reaching out his hands. He Careses the underside of each breas, slowly, intimately familiar with every line. . His fingers trace the outline of my breasts, skimming and pinching my nipples. He is on a mission to drive me insane.

I close my eyes and let out a sigh which is met with a sting and then the slow burn that I love. I open my eyes, first seeing that wicked grin on his face, then I can the familiar and not unwelcome shape of the clamp attached to one nipple. My eyes find his other hand as it attaches the second clamp to my other nipple. I suck in air through my teeth, relishing that harmony of pleasurable pain. He joins them together with a chain.

“Open,” he commands in a light tone. His look is expectant obedience as he gently pulls the chain up to my mouth.

“Yes Sir,” I utter. He places the chain in my mouth, knowing I will keep it in place. I am not allowed to pull the chain and add to the lush pain that is spreading through my body.

He walks to the dresser and takes something from the top draw. It’s the special drawer that I am not allowed to look in. He doesn’t let me see what he’s chosen. He places rough kisses on the back of my neck anda savage bite on my shoulder. Everything goes black then, leaving me to enjoy the pain in complete darkness.

“On your hands and knees, little one.”

He growls in my ear.

I shift onto my knees leaning forward onto my hands. I try not to jerk the chain that connects to the clamps as I feel a sharp sting and then a burn as his hand makes contact with my bum.

“What do you say when I give you a command girl,” he demands?

Gasping, I mumble, “Yes sir”. It wasn’t enough and I feel another strike.

“Thank you, sir.”

My punishment keep coming until he decides I’ve gotten my lesson. His fingers trace over the welts on my bum, working down between my legs and in to my sex.

“Did you enjoy that, little one? Did you learn your lesson,” he asks? I can hear the smile in his voice and know he is pleased.  His hands trace down my body, pulling my butt high in to the air. When he reaches what, he wants, he plunges his roughly into me. His thumb makes a beeline for my clit and can’t stop myself from whimpering.

My resolve fades in that instant and I let the chain fall from my mouth as I start to beg.

“Please sir, please let me come, please,” all the time knowing I can’t hold out.

His response is clear as he fucks me harder, rougher, and faster. Suddenly he pulls his fingers out pinching down on my clit and growls, “Cum little one, cum for me right now.”

He rams his fingers into me as I  squirt all over his hand, screaming out me release.

I collapse into a hot mess. I feel myself being pulled into his lap. He tells me I’m his good girl and that he loves me. I coo and snuggle into his shoulder, thinking about all the ways I can miss behave so I can get punished again and utter those two words I love saying,

“Yes sir.”

Aedan D. O'Healy, Question time.

Question Time for Aedan – as requested by Pixie and the girls… what have I gotten myself into?

Pixie has been asking me for this for some time and I finally relented and decided to draft up, what is sure to be entertaining if nothing else. I want to start by saying shite, what the hell did I agree to? 🙂 Here they are…enjoy ~Aedan

Questions:

  1. Sub, Dom, Switch and why? 
    I, Aedan Dorin O’Healy am a switch. I have been for a long time now, although I only recently started to let the submissive side come out. I am more Dom than anything else, but sometimes it’s nice to be blindfolded and leave yourself in someone else’s loving hands… or mouth. I’ve always been a Dom throughout most of life. Certainly work and during times of high stress or needs for a lot of action and assertiveness. As my boss tells me, ‘you don’t lack for balls or courage, crazy Irish bastard’. After my first real relationship, I had to take a submissive role to the woman I was with. Ten years of being treated like that made me stash that side of me away, not knowing I was able to play both roles without fear.
  2. What 5 labels would you give your kinky self.
    Labels are difficult but here goes… Creative, Sensual, Perverted, Romantic and Curious – all of these describe my kinky self and my ‘has to go to work and pretend to be like everyone else’ self. 
  3. Describe yourself in 10 words.
    Built, fierce, chivalrous, eager, intense, caring, funny, seductive, unwavering, self-aware
  4. Tell me about the best fuck you’ve ever had?
    The best fuck – that’s interesting. I’d like to amend this to the best fuck I’ve ever had so far. It was on the roof of the building I was working at in Long Island many years ago. What started as an innocent game  of “things that have happened to everyone” at a restaurant with co-workers and a level of astonishment from one particular woman who had a thing for me, turned into a 3-hour fuckfest in several offices, up a flight of stairs to the roof and ended with mind-blowing sex overlooking NYC. The details of which can certainly be given, if interested.
  5.  Worst sex you ever had?
    This is easy – my first wife. Didn’t like cock, hated me and thought she was far too busy to be intimate. Worst six years of my life. Luckily, we only had it a few times because I was always made to sleep on the couch. Small favors, I guess…
  6. Oral sex, boobie fuck or hand job?
    Yes 🙂 I am a huge fan of long, slow deep blowjobs and spending hours with my head between your legs proving the human tongue can do many amazing things 😉 That’s not to say I don’t love boobie fucking #titsrule! and nothing welcomes you back home like a random, unasked for handjob while trying to attending a meeting, eat dinner or wash the dishes. I can’t say I like anyone more than the other but if I had to pick, it would be oral sex. 
  7. What’s your idea of heaven and your idea of hell?
    Heaven – simple enough! Spending the rest of my life with the woman/en I love, raising a family and never feeling like passion is something that has to cool off or go away over time. Passion only dies when you let it. Hell is just that, a relationship where only one side feels it and you spend your time doubting, wondering or just being miserable. Nothing sounds worse to me than that. 
  8. Top 5 sexual positions and why you like them?
    I don’t know if I have just five lol. I’m a big fan of a good standing fuck, collapsed on an over-sized chair and pretty much any position that involves a “69”. I have been a bit sheltered when it comes to sexual exploration due to the woman I married. Creativity wasn’t rewarded in that relationship. I am open to suggestions though from anyone reading this 😉 
  9. 5 kinks you want to try and why?
    Is there a list somewhere I can order from? seriously. I’d like to try them all because I never have… or at least have an option to try them out before I draft my list of just five. 
  10. Idea of a perfect date?
    It would have to be something where money is no object and the evening spins out from a single kiss into an overnight whirlwind of each sense and sensation. A date that went from New York to Cuba – dancing, a lovely dinner, shopping for clothes that would fit in inside a kiny club and then a flight to Miami to walk the beaches at sunrise. I’d be just as enticed to say a date in the woods, back-country in a truck and finding a secluded spot to spend the night playing guitar, dancing and making love. I don’t really think the ‘what and how much’ of a perfect date means as much as the time you have with the person you’re with. 

I want to say thank you to Pixie and the girls for asking these questions. It was fun answering them. I realize as I read back my answers that I have way more complexity in life than I ever thought so feel free to ask more or message me for a chat.

Cheers

Aedan is a Dom writer or sex, sin and seduction. Engineer by day, future porn star by night. Divorced and slightly damaged, he wears his heart on his sleeve but is always looking on the bright side, assuming he can find one. Aedan writes for several on-line blogs, has three novels ready for publication and is working on finding the true meaning and beauty in a D/s relationship. He is currently unattached and can be found wearing his super-hero cape trying to save the day (even if the day doesn’t always need saving). Connect with Aedan on Twitter or stop by Aedan’s Domain for a read of poetry, kiny and lust served up, fresh, hot and wet. 

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Tigger’s collars !

Tigger’s collar – blue stitch collar 14 – 18inch

So, I got this collar as a reward for getting through a shitty period with health, work, and personal stuff. I was given the choice of 3 treats, one of which was something from tigger’s collars. When I looked on line and saw this Devine Blue collar with a stitch charm and bell on it, well I knew what I wanted. I showed maîtres, and he let me get, with a chuckle. He knows how much I adore my collar; how much I love tigger’s collars and he also says that stitch is my Disney princess.

So, with the order placed, I had to, sit on my hands for a few days. Waiting is not my my strong point and I think I may have driven him and the girls nuts. When I got the email saying that it was I route, well I started stalking me poor postman. (Well I do anyway cos, he’s a hottie!). When it finally got to me, I pretty much kiss him, squealed and hugged him. Now the reason for this is down to the whole tigger’s collar unboxing joy. They turn up in a little brown box, but when you break the seal, undo the tape, and open it up, well that is when the magic begins.

Wrapped in tissue paper is your collar, in a little draw string bag. Tigger is also widely known for added extras. This time I got sweeties, extra charms, and bells. As it was my reward I could have the sweeties straight away. But the best bit, after the actual collar, was a stitch charm on a chain. That is now in my jewellery box. The collar it’s self was perfect. It is a beautiful blue, matching stitching, that fits like a dream. It was so wonderful that I begged to be allowed to keep it on and to sleep in it. (Which I did)

Safe to say I love the collar so much, that I wanted to wear it all the time. But it also has had the effect of every time I but it on I instantly turn little. So much so I have done maîtres a deal, this collar is going to be my little space collar. If I feel little, I can give it to him and be little when I need to be.

So, if you want beautiful hand made collars, for subbie littles, kinky princesses, or bratty little boys. From a maker who has great communication skills and customer service. Oh, and to make your littles day when they open the box, then Tigger’s collars is the place for you!

Hugs,

Pixie x

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Reviews for roomantics.co.uk

Reviews for roomantics.co.uk

When I got an email from Roomantics.co.uk asking if I had ever thought of being a product tester, I don’t think you could have found a happier little pixie but being a good girl, I asked maîtres if I could, and having him on a good day, he said yes! It also turned out that they wanted reviews of lubes, edible and. This thrilled my darling little bear as it included bubble baths and massage oils, something she has been dying to test for ages, sort of her dream job. So, we picked out somethings we fancied testing out and waited!

Now first thing I’m going to say is not about the products, but Roomantics.co.uk as a company. Their website is fabulous and super easy to use. The customer service was awesome, and the communication was first rate. We got an email telling us are order had been shipped and when it arrived it was discretely boxed. With bubble wrapped products and nothing to bulky, meaning less stuff to go in my recycling bin! (Have you seen amazons packaging?!) the was a ding in the box, but I am putting that down to a bad postage service.

We picked out 3 products from the Dona range. Not a company I had really heard of before, but we chose the, as the stuff sounded nice and it did not have any hidden nasties in them. Me and Kitten have bad allergies and I’m diabetic so that plays in to anything we use.

The first thing we tried was …

Dona kissable body paint, in strawberry soufflé:

Good points:
• Beautiful and tastefully packaging.
• Nothing we were allergic to or to high in sugars.
• Smelt wonderful, like wild strawberry with a hint of musk and not overly sweet.
• Had a nice creamy liquid texture, and not remotely grainy.
• Not sticky at all and left no bitter after taste or clinginess in the mouth.
• A little goes a long way.
• Great on nipples, cocks, or clits.
• Flipping ace straight on a nipple if it’s been in a fridge.

Down points:

• The brush was not terribly good, but this can easily be over come by using a paint brush.
• Smelt so good, it made us all hungry.

Would we buy it again? Hell, bloody yes!

Next up was ….

Dona bubble bath, in aphrodisiac flirty scent.

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The good points:
• Had nothing kitten or myself are allergic to in it (*5)
• Smelt divine, like a summer berry wine with a hint of musk.
• Easy to open, pour and close again.
• A little went a long way, making it extremely good value for money.
• Soft, foamy bubble that lasted for the whole of the bath.
• It gets you clean.
• Reviews your body and mind and relaxes at the same time.
• Left my skin soft, smooth, and silky.
• Made my super tingly and turned on.

Down points:

• Made little bear hungry!
Would we buy it again? Yes!!! In fact, we have the other scent to try out as we were so impressed with this product.

We left the best till last, with….

Dona massage oil in strawberry soufflé:

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Good points:

• Nothing any of us are allergic to in it!
• Easy to open, pour and close back up even with oily hands.
• Smelt divine, like wild strawberry, with a hint of musk and a touch of smokiness. Not overly sweet or artificial.
• A little goes a long way, especially with warm hands.
• The action of sore muscles being rubbed, with strong fingers, mixed with the scent and how relaxed it left me feeling, led to me begging maîtres to use his tongue on me.
• He did after kissing all the places his fingers had been and said the was no nasty taste and it was not over oil.
• Relaxed me so much I came hard and need to be fucked for 2hours straight (thank you!)
• Maîtres said it turned me into an extremely submissive, strawberry scented, princess, who would let him do what ever he wanted to do to her! (He says a big thank you)
• The slight scent on my skin meant that if I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, I got horny all over again.
• Is now one of my favourite forms of fourplay.

Down points:

• Made us all hungry as hell.

Well that was, and here is looking forward to are next time doing reviews!

 

Hugs,

pixie x

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Eroticon present – Rocks-off stardust Uinhorn

Rocks-off unicorn stardust clitoral vibrator.

I first saw and read about this little beauty on candysnatchreviews blog. It court my Attention, because …. Well unicorns are my thing. But as much as I begged I was not allowed one. Partly cos maîtser is a sadistic man and partly cos babe is keeper and buyer of any toys we get. So, when I saw it on the rocks -off stand at Eroticon, and after talking to the lovely lady. I got offered one if I would write a review (my first and yes, I know it’s a touch tardy). I should also add I did not know the lady was the epic Tabitha Rayne of the amazing ruby glow fame! I would never have been able to talk to her, I would have done a fan girl swoon and melted in a puddle in the corner of the room.

Well back to the review. At the end of Eroticon, I went and shyly asked if was still ok and got given the beautiful uinhorn. I sat hugging till it was timed to leave and then hide it in my bag on the tube ride back to my hotel. I was met at Waterloo by my Dom and the girls and we walked back to the hotel. (Really missed them so much and we had only been apart for 48 hours). Maîtres took my bag and saw the toy and he went from chilled to grumpy in about 3 seconds flat. The girls went to the bar and maîtres told them he was going to help get ready for dinner. Not saying a word to me in the lift to our room, i knew something was up, I knew it.

As soon as he closed the door he was demanding (in a nice way) to know why and where I had a new toy from and he had not okayed. Explain it was a sort of gift and I was going to write a review of it, he got a wicked glint in his eye. Smirking, he handed the unihorn over and got told to open my present. So, I slowly took it off him, with shaking hands and opened it.

But before I had even got it out of the packaging, well maîtres were behind me pushing me on the bed, on my hands and knees, being stripped of my clothes. Toy snatch from my hands, told to hold still and that he was going to test in on me. After he got it working and had played with the settings, he took it, and ran it on the first gentle setting up and down my spine. Turning it up a notch he traces it round my bum and outer lips and then round my clit. Having not played for 2 days I pretty much explode as soon as it touches my clit in very much needs climax. But that was not the end of the tourer, it never. He spent the next 45 minutes holding down, testing out the uinhorn regals, and then ramming his cock in to me and turning it up to the highest setting. I came so many fucking times I was left dazed and confused, thirdly happy and late for dinner with my mother- in. Try explaining to your Dom’s mum why you can’t stop smiling and why his looking Chocky as hell, without mentioning what you were just doing.

So, after we got home and the whole family tested the unihorn out, this is what we thought….
• Beautifully package, and not too much. (As in good for the planet)
• Stunning to look at.
• Tackle to hold.
• Babe loved the rounded tip and found it perfect to run up and down a spine or nipple
• 10 settings mean the is a setting to suit everyone.
• Powerful yet discreet.
• Can used as a warm up, while your being fucked or if you want a quick release.
Down sides….
• Could do with a few more or clearer instructions.
• Clearer way to turn it off.

So, to close, this is a great little toy that we all adored testing, that has found its permeant home in are bedside table! Highly recommend buying it.

Hugs,

Pixie x

socail

Burlesque by Posy Churchgate

Good evening ladies and gentleman. May I call your attention to the center stage this evening? Posy Churchgate has gracialy agreed to tantalize, to entertain and, to excite us this evening. I give you…

 

Burlesque

The lights are low, enveloping the diners in darkness and anonymity.  Every pair of eyes is on the stage as she weaves her way to the raised area picked out by bright ellipses from the spotlights.  Her costume is skimpy, belly-dancer exotic but the main impact is made by the intricate, bright artwork on her skin and glints from the many piercings in her ears, eyebrows, and transdermally on her torso.

We’ve all eaten a fancy meal (included in the price) and enjoyed a cocktail, along with additional drinks to calm our skittish nerves.  I’ve never been to a show like this, I hadn’t realised it would be so intimate, that we’d be so close to the stage while the dancers walked between us to get up on the dias to perform.  I’m an open minded hetero girl, but my husband and I are here for my titillation as much as his. I’ve revelled in the waitresses, wearing basques, bustiers, stockings and suspenders, who crouched down at our table to take food orders and bent coquettishly over to serve our drinks.

I’m dressed in a pretty dove grey beaded dress, while under it I’m wearing my favourite balconette bra and buttock hugging french knickers.  We travelled up to London earlier today and have already indulged in ‘afternoon delight’ at our hotel! I get extra frisky in an anonymous, tasteful hotel room so we’ve had shower sex and my husband’s used love eggs and a silicone dildo on me as I sprawled at his mercy on the rumpled sheets of the king sized bed.

The dancer’s undulations are serpentine and fluid, owing much to belly dancing techniques in in her erotically charged routine,  The myriad tiny coins jingle on her outfit and the many hoops with which she is pierced quiver as she moves her limbs looking boneless, like fronds of seaweed rippling underwater.  Her torso and arms are bright like a peacock, a decorated canopy of pictures and symbols while her make-up and attitude give her a fierce persona that both repels and fascinates me.

Other girls who had danced for us this evening had been fleshy, their soft curves voluptuous and appealing, and when they shimmied, their buttocks and breasts quivered with aftershocks of movement.  We’d been teased with their stripping routines:Shall I show you?  Perhaps not yet? Can you glimpse it from behind me? It’s all yours!  Feast your eyes on that! We had all applauded (and squeezed our thighs together) to their final reveals of tasselled or sequinned pasties on gently swaying breasts, and curvy derrieres.

Our tattooed dancer’s routine is different, she moves like a reptile, something not quite human in her fluidity.  She seems to dance for her own pleasure while doing tricks with knives and swords where we fear she might hurt herself.  She’s like a caged beast prowling the stage, posturing and flexing, her body gym hard and uber slender. She scowls at the audience, no coquettish attempt to make us love her like the two previous girls, no her aim is to be remembered and a little feared.  Surely in the wild, brightly coloured insects and reptiles are the most poisonous, giving a warning to their predators.

Her last, longest, sword swallowed (well, held in her throat and then removed for the audience to admire) she darts off the stage to loud applause and the compare is up again, warning those of us sitting at the front that: we’re all pregnant now, so sexy was that last dancer!

Now’s the time for the audience to let loose.  A playlist of disco music begins so drinkers move to the bar while many of the diners get up on the tiny stage to dance.  Never before have these people shaken their booty with such abandon, or shimmied up against their friends or lovers with so much pent-up desire.  Everyone who has watched the show feels less inhibited, all imagine they have something to prove with their dancing. The majority of us are rampant and horny.

My husband and I get up to leave:  the slick in my knickers wants him to rub and fuck me in our hotel room, bending me over to take me from behind, and the tingling ache in his cock is happy to oblige.  Afterwards we will flop into our comfortable turned-down bed and hopefully we’ll have time for another memorable fuck tomorrow, before a delicious breakfast.


Posy Churchgate has been writing erotica since 2016, and often shares it on her own blog Posychurchgate@blogspot.com.  Posy wants to expand to different genres and styles of erotic writing and reviewing and plans to become a contributor to various other sites.  

Happily married and heterosexual, Posy embraces experimentation within her relationship, including something she has experienced in every scenario she creates.  “I’ve discovered that my libido is much like a muscle, use it or lose it!” Posy jokes, “so I’m ensuring I give my libido a regular work out to keep a spring in my step!”
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