Posh sluts night out

My first time attending The Black Rose for a waltz night. I don't know if it's just a quirk of circumstance that I've never inadvertently turned up for one before, or is it a night theme that has now entered rotation? I know ballroom nights have long been part of the schedule so perhaps a waltz night has been included as an alternative for one of those nights?

I'll be honest, my awareness of these dancing themed nights is limited because I tend to give them a bit of a wide berth. I'm so particularly interested in the music (film scores is the one that I truly enjoy showing up for)  so the only appeal to me would be if I had a partner to attend with, otherwise you end up sitting on the side lines, much like how this evening started out for me.

I was eventually saved from being on my lonesome by Jess and Emmy randomly turning up. Don't think I've ever seen either of them at The Black Rose before. But I'm certainly never going to complain about getting to hang out with my favourite girlies. Even if, by turning up as a pair, it still left us at an odd number and, therefore, short one dancing partner.

Not to worry though. We were all more than happy to hang out and enjoy each other's company. Maybe with a little bit of playful teasing in there as well. Mostly about who the biggest slut out of us... (hint - I'm in a very distant last place)

When closing time arrived, Emmy and I hoped in an Uber over to Nocturnus to continue the night there. Jess, on the other hand, elected to head home for a change of clothes first. To be fair, a sensible idea given how grimey and sweaty Nocturnus is, especially when the place is heaving and there is absolutely no personal space to be found. Not really the sort of conditions that I particularly like exposing any of my sexy little dresses to, so I get why anyone would want to change first.

This is Jess we are talking about though. So she wasn't worried about what stains she might collect on her light black dress. I suppose she is very accustomed to going home at the end of the night with stains from bodily fluids on her outfits. Maybe not sweat but you know what I mean...

No, the real reason she wanted to get changed was to look less posh and more slutty. Her words, not mine...

To be fair, even though she changed into a sheer top that let the whole world she her nipples, I still think Emmy was the sluttier of the two Titty Twins; dancing around in a very short dress with no panties underneath, anyone who cared to catch a peek at her freshly trimmed pubic strip and slit, could have easily done soon. And only Emmy knows how much tit tape she must have had to use to stop her booba from spilling out literally every time she moved. 

However, a new addition to our team for the night, Chey, was 100% of the opinion that Jess was indeed the slutiest dressed off us.

Just A Taste

At this rate, there is a very real danger of this blog turning into one that is dedicated to just mine and Emmy's sexploits together... 

Any complaints about if that happens?

No, didn't think so...

And I'm pleased to say that normal service has been resumed because this hook-up did follow proper voucher redemption protocols. Actually, I think this was my first ever booty call from Emmy. 

Normally, we'll already been hanging out, things will get flirty and Emmy will make her move, just for me to put a pause to proceedings by insisted she hand over a relevant voucher before will go any further.

This time though, I got pinged from out of the blue with a very suggestive Discord message from Emmy. A bit of flirty back and forth followed for me to establish whether she was being serious or just teasing. And then I grabbed my keys and dashed out the door to meet up with her. 

Yeah, I'll admit that I was feeling pretty horny for all the perving that I had been doing earlier in the day and I was always going to find it challenging to decline the opportunity to release a bit of that horniness. Which is exactly why I wasted absolutely no time in liberating myself from my tight booty shorts and knickers.

I'm not sure we even said more thana couple of words to each other before we started to passionately kissing. As soon as I arrived at her beach resort, she beckoned me to follow her with a wave of a finger and, before you know it, I was propped up on the edge of bed, her tongue down my throat and my fumbling to pop the button on my shorts so we could get going as quickly as possible.

I suspect Emmy probably couldn't believe how keen I was. Maybe that is why she took the opportunity to tease me for once. Normally, she is the eager one and I delight in drawing things out and really taking my time to make the most of our intimate time together. 

This time though, she took on my role. Which, to be fair, probably took a lot of willpower from her. Because, despite having my bare coochie pressed against her thigh, she did not immediately dive between my legs. Instead, she dropped to her knees to suckle on my toes. She took her time sucking and nibbling each toe before slowly starting to kiss her way up towards my knee.

Upon reaching my knee, she took a pause to tease me, obviously revealing in the reversal of our roles. I wanted her so damn much but I tried my hardest to keep my cool and not let her know quiet how badly I was lusting after her. I did get a little flustered though when she hinted at not continuing her journey up my leg to the promised land.

Eventually though, she did continue her ascent until I could feel her warm breathe blowing across my damp slit as her lips reached the boundary of my outer labia. However, she was prevented from venturing any further as my hand held her forehead back. My other hand extended, palm held up until a visibly annoyed Emmy placed the Just a Taste voucher that she'd promised to redeem into it.

With that, the fun could really begin...

As Emmy prepared to finally tuck into the sticky treat awaiting her between my legs, I pulled on the knot holding my shirt tied up, letting it fall open and loose, and exposing my bra underneath.

But, instead of taking that as her cue to get started, she turned on the brattiness, giving me obscene levels of sass by insisting that I had to tell her exactly how much I wanted to her to lick me before she would go any further. My clit was aching to tickled and the sensation of her warm breath blowing across it every time she exhaled was driving me crazy. I had no choice put to plead her to lick me until I orgasmed in her face.

Satisfied with forcing me to beg for it, she gleefully placed a deep, wet kiss on my flower's petals. Her tender touch sending jolts of excitement through my body, making my eyes go googly as they rolled back in my help and I flopped back on to the bed.

What followed was an absolute masterclass in pussy licking that definitely taught me a thing or two that I will be sure to try out on her at some point in the future. Between licking the full length of my slit, sucking on my bean, sliding her tongue inside me and slurping on my labias, I was putty in her hands.

Amidst all the divine pleasuring, it was a real trial of my willpower to even prop myself enough to be able to gaze down along my body to see her beautiful brown eyes peeking over my sticky mood as she hummed at my engorged clit.

As that humming vibrated though my vulva, more jolts of irresistible impulses that completely overwhelmed me, forcing me to slump back again. I begged Emmy to make me cum by doing continuing to do exactly what she was doing.

Instead, she intensified her pussy eating, tongue lashing my clit as my hips involuntarily pushed my cunt up against her lower lip, smearing my sticky mess all over her chin. Even as my thighs clamped down hard on her head and I tried to roll over to bury my face in a pillow to suppress my orgasm-fuelled scream, she was unrelenting in her tongue fucking.

After much writhing and an unusually long orgasm, my body began trying to relax. My muffled wailing ceased and my thighs released their vice-like grip on Emmys head. And, although her tongue lashing had come to an end, Emmy was peppering my erect and throbbing bud with kisses. Each and every touch of her moist, sticky lips sent another jolt spasming through my body. 

I was simply too sensitive to let her continue. The intensity of those pulse were overwhelming, forcing me to seek some respite. With a trembling hand, I reluctantly pushed her face away, seeing for the first time how much of my mess was smeared all over here. A couple of strands of my honey stringing from her lips and chin as they parted from my pussy. 

The cheeky bitch quickly dived back in for one final flourish of flicks with her tongue causing me to squirm wildly and cry out for mercy before she crawled into my arms and shared my taste with my by pressing her lips to mine in a deep kiss. A taste that I washed down shortly afterwards with the remainder of the coffee that I'd brought with me. A coffee that was now completely stone cold, of course.

Voucher Violation

You know what Tuesdays mean, don't you? They aren't just like any other day of the week. They are the day that brings joy to men, and some women, everywhere because it means tits are out everywhere. That's right, Titty Tuesdays (or Topless Tuesday as some people like to go with) are a guarantee that anyone needing a good perv will have a veritable buffet of boobs to choose from

For my part, I still feel awkward taking part in in. As an introvert, flaunting my body does not come naturally to me. But, when you have a pair of besties like the Titty Twins, it's challenging to get given much choice in the matter, especially when they are so grabby with their hands and expert at  swiftly removing your garments before you even realise that your attire is under siege.

I guess at least part of my potential embarrassment at being disrobed by them is mitigated by the knowledge that way more eyes are going to be on Emmy and Jess than are on me. I mean, their chests are certainly both very effective at drawing the gaze. Who wouldn't want to just stare at their magnificent mammories? Which allows me to just get lost in the background a little, which is fine with me.

Except there is one person whose attention I know that I will never be able to escape, not that I would necessarily want. Just take today as an example; as soon as Jess had other places to be and left me alone with Emmy, Emmy pounced on me. She's always lusting after me and it gets harder and harder with each day to rebuff her. And her appetite for me only grows stronger with each and every taste that she gets of my love.

So while you may have noticed that Emmy and I have been sharing more and more intimate moments together, I still have to try to keep some sort of leash on her, otherwise I don't think she would let me out of her bed. Enter the vouchers that I've been forcing her to use. 

I've spoken about them quite a few times already but a quick reminder; if Emmy ever wants help me continue my journey of sexual discovery by pushing me further down the path from straight woman to a bona fide Em-sexual, she has to redeem one of the very limited number of vouchers I gave her for Christmas. The idea being, this forces her to ration the amount of time she spends trying to get between my legs and gives me a bit of a breather to do things other than roll around naked with her.

And, so far, I have managed to be very strict with her. No 'below the waist' naughtiness with the redemption of a voucher. But she finally broke the rules today with some unsanctioned naughtiness. I will confess that I may have slightly encouraged her slightly but it was never my intent for things to go as far as they did. 

When she pounced upon me to smoother me with kisses and she pressed her thigh against my aching bean, I couldn't resist softly rubbing my slit against her soft skin, moistening it with my wetness that have been building all morning as I'd been getting more and more horny.

Even when she then slipped me a finger, although I objected, they really was just hollow protestations and I allowed her to continue under threat of being punished at a later date for transgressing the rule forbidding fingering without an appropriate voucher.

One finger became two fingers. I knew I shouldn't have let her get away with it, but I was soooooo fucking horny. Just a couple of fingers. What harm could it be? Especially since, when her lips did start to descend my body, I was able to swiftly nip that in the bud by grabbing and handful of her hair to pull her head back up to where she could do no worse than continue to passionately make out with me.

Except, in the end, it wasn't just two fingers, was it? When it comes to sex, you give Emmy an inch and she'll take a fucking mile instead...

As she was rubbing me nicely towards an orgasm, expertly stimulating my G-sport, she leaped on top of me, interlocking our bodies so that she could press her own wet petals against mine. Maybe I had been oblivious because I had been so focussed on her playing with me, but she was also extremely wet, presumably from rubbing herself at the same time as she was working on me

This was a serious breach of the rules of our Emsexual relationship and one that I can assure you will receive an appropriate level of punishment. And, when I say punishment, I really mean torture...

Regardless, I was too far along to fight her off. All I could do was given in and let her have her way with me as she humped the shit out of my wet and sticky cunt. I just had to console myself in the knowledge that I was on the precipice of cumming so it wasn't going to last for long anyway.

Soon enough, white cum was leaking from my entrance and smearing all over hers as she enthusiastically continued to grind her sex against mine. Good thing for her that I was in the midst of enjoying a very pleasant orgasm, which certainly toned down my ongoing outrage at her transgression, at least a little.

I guess it was then her turn to cum. I was too lost feeling cum drunk to really pay attention by that point. More concerned about riding that post-orgasm wave of delirium for as long as possible. 

I can say that I felt her squirt against me, presumably blasted away my creamy cum with her high-pressure clear juices. It's what I've come to expect from her. When she cums, she's light a jet washer with the ways she sprays her squirt everywhere. 

So, that is why I think I can confidently say that she did indeed cum. That, and that she then flopped onto me with a satisfied sigh to enjoy some post-orgasm kisses and snuggling. Which, I have to confess, is my favourite part of having sex with her. I love those tender moments when it feels like the whole of existence has shrunken down to just the two of you sharing the most intimate of moments together.

God damn it... she's made me so fucking gay for her! But. mark my words, she will be punished for her disregard for proper voucher protocol and she will be punished... I'm sorry, I mean tortured for it. No amount of orgasms or gay crushing on her was ever going to be able to spare her from that fate. And, just like you, she'll have to patient wait to find out where, when and how that's going to happen.

Masturbation Challenges Week #4 Progress Report

Not quite the end of Masturbation Month yet but the end of week #4 does mean the last full week. I'm not quite ready to give the final score yet because I do still have a few days to try and tick off the last few remaining challenges on my checklist.

Another 4 completed this week means there are just 2 remaining and they are both bonus challenges, so that means I've already got a full house for the regularly challenges and I've also managed to complete the Stimulation category.

For this week's recap, lets start with one that I thought would be super easy but then actually found myself scratching my head over. New Horizons should be pretty straightforward, right? Just fap in a room that I've never fapped in before. Then I started to think about it and. turns out I've fapped in a lot of different places. In the end, it occurred to me that the one room I hadn't covered so far was the kitchen so yeah, got that one ticked off.

Another easy one that I'd been hanging on to was Controlled. I always had it as a back up plan that I could use the control link section of the Lovense's Discord server to let someone take control of a masturbation session, but I was kind of keen to let someone talk me through touch myself. Like a 'Jerk Off' Instruction but for a woman. Does that even have an established name? Like 'Rub One Out Instruction'? 

Whatever you want to call it, I didn't manage to find anyone so instead I took advantage of Lovense's latest Discord Orgy and synced up with 52,000 other masturbaters to allow the 'celebrity' controller to bring us all off together.

Now on to the headline challenge for this week. For my Tool Time challenge, the community choose for me to get some Cream Cum Lube to try out as a new sex aid that I've never used before. Honestly, I expected to it to be pretty shitty lube that was just a bit gimmicky, But when I was using it to help me dildo fuck myself, I actually found that it did a really good job. I might even have to write a full review for it. And yes, I did drizzle it on my tits and face while I was fucking myself because why the fuck wouldn't I?!

Last but not least for this week, yet another theoretically quick and easy one to complete. And I do mean quick because it was Quickie. All that was needed for that one was a furious bit of finger fucking while pressing one of my vibrators firmly against my clit as it ran through my favourite pattern for giving me quick and intense orgasms. 

And that's it for week #4. Let's see if I can tick either of those 2 remaining bonus goals off in the last few days. Having already failed one of them twice It might haunt me if I can't get it done. And the other one is another pretty one if I'm prepared to go my backup route of controlling some random's Lovense toy. The only problem... these remaining days are all looking pretty busy so finding the time might be a challenge...

Pen Pals

Oh, hello! Just me popping up with another sexy job for Royal BBC. This time appearing in the last episode of the Pen Pals series.

A bit different to my usual sort of assignment though. Instead of me just turning up on set and posing while a photographer snaps away, for this one, I had to take me own photos and then submit the one I felt was most suitable along with a short message for Anthony to read out.

Go check it out on Twitter now to find out what snap I submitted and what I had to say about it.

Tick Tock

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Bait and Switch

Another opening of The Black Rose, this time in its more traditional time slot, for an evening of film scores? Sure, I'll bite! Of their rotating musical themes, the film scores is always may favourite, especially when they slip in a few video game scores as well, which they certainly did this time.

And, after checking to see where it would be hosted and seeing that it would be in the same gorgeous amphitheatre as the midweek The Witcher-themed performance, I couldn't resist continuing to goth it up before all of that black hair dye washes out. 

Once again, I feel like I scrub up pretty well as an elegant goth. And it seems very thematically appropriate to dress all in black for somewhere named The Black Rose. So that's pretty good further justification for a goth outfit, right?

On a side note, and this is something that really pisses my off that I even have to mention it, but how fucking pathetic is that someone has decided to open a Black Rose Orgy Club? Not only have they stolen the name but they've also deliberately opened at the very same time as everyone knows The Black Rose will be open.

It's a dick move of the grandest proportions. I mean, who do they think they are kidding?! Does the owner genuinely think he can bait unsuspecting visitors into trading into trading an evening of cultured music for some filthy fucking? Because I promise you, even if his bullshit bait and switch gets a few people to mistakenly turn up to the wrong venue, they will instantly turn and head back out the door when they realise they've been deceived by this bullshit name theft.

Fuck that guy. Fuck him sideways. Fuck him sideways with a pineapple.

You Got(h) That Vibe

Apparently. it's World Goth Day. Thanks to Clara for pointing that out over on Twitter. Despite my propensity for wearing black lipstick and nail polish, it's not a scene that I've ever been a part of. It does a certain vibe that I do find attractive though , which is why I challenged myself to goth it up for my evening out at Juice.

And, if this vibe is not for you, don't worry, the black highlights and tips in my hair will wash out in a few days,  so I've not done anything too radical. Come next week, my familiar red hair will be back in full force, probably with a few pink highlights, but we'll see how the mood takes me.