Sunshine

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Waheyyyy, the suns back!

I put a dress on yesterday, the sun vanished. I jinxed it obviously. Today I’m so far in underwear. If I dare put a dress on I fear a storm will suddenly appear!

I love that it’s sunny, as it means I won’t fecking freeze to death later.

Last year I was still going out in a thick winter coat well into the summer. It’s cold at night, right? It wasn’t until my mate threatened me that I finally stopped wearing it.

I’m looking forward to going out. Gonna wear my shortest dress. It’s a no brainer right.
Last time I went out I wore a nice dress, it wasn’t exactly amazing though. I need something to get me noticed. To get me back out there. Which is hard, with hundreds of other pretty girls all in tight short dresses and high heels.

Unfortunately the clubs changed to the one where I took Mr MM. And the dress I want to wear is the one I wore that night. I’m not exactly helping myself.

But hey, if I can pull a married man in this dress, single men must be easy ;)

It’s not about pulling though, it’s about me. I’m allowed to be vain and shallow for a while, it’s confidence building. What do you mean no? It is. I said so.
I just want to be able to have fun, and have a laugh. I’m not on antibiotics this time either, so getting drunk is an option. Although when drinks are upwards of £10 each, it’s a bit depressing of a challenge.

My male friend keeps trying to set us challenges. Although he thinks every challenge is unfair as I have an advantage as a female. So go on, set us a challenge? Just for fun ;)

Loop The Loop

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Okay.. So a slight issue with my sex therapy plan. I have a feeling that handcuffing myself to the bed wouldn’t be much fun really.

I’m going to have to re think this.

I could just go out every weekend and have sex with strangers. Looking back, I’m not quite sure how I managed that myself.. to have the confidence to get dressed up every weekend, pull a guy, go back with him and then conduct the walk of shame in the morning. That does take a bit of balls really.

The thought of having to do that again scares me a bit. It didn’t at the time. If I tell my friends stories of my nights out they look at me in horror at the things I did. The dangerous situations. I guess that’s what puts me off a bit.

The first guy I went back with I didn’t even sleep with …okay, I may have given him a blowjob as we had no condoms… but I spent the whole way to his asking if he was going to murder me. I like to be sure of these things.

This weekend I’m going to Mayfair club again. As I mentioned previously it was the first club I went to when I came to London, but it shut down soon after. It’s opened again. I’ve been in London a year now. I feel like I’ve completely gone full loop. Right back to the beginning.

Right back to when I had confidence, and really short dresses.

Control Me, Because I Said So

Whilst I may be able to post pictures to make you blush, my intelligence is a bit lacking. So I’ve summoned and begged @LukeStott to write a little piece for me. You’ll like it, or I’ll go BDSM on your ass ;)

So when the lovely owner of this blog requested I write something for her on spanking (she’s a bit kinky that one) I was stumped for a bit.

For many spanking, or any form of sado-masochism, is about as welcome as an invitation to give the Queen a vajazzling but for most there is at least a slight sense of curiosity on the subject (like what the queen getting a vajazzling actually looks like). It’s what makes us human (that is to say curiosity – NOT vajazzling!)

So why the turn on for something that inherently causes pain to somebody you at the least want to be intimate with and at the most are in love with? What is it about an act that many of us experienced as a child when we’d misbehaved? (oh let’s not take the Freudian route here)

Is it its taboo reputation? A secret shared between people; whispered in dark corners of polite society? Well no. Not anymore anyway. Sex is (and quite rightfully) the cornerstone of the world we live in. People use it to flog bottles of perfume, or cars, or even raise awareness of veganism. It’s everywhere and that includes the harder stuff too; head off to the cinema right now and watch A Dangerous Method and you can see Michael Fassbender give Keira Knightley some very crimson cheeks. (two mentions of Freud in a few paragraphs – this cannot be a good thing!)

So S&M is hardly that much of a taboo anymore? Well I mean it is – having your gran find a whip or a full length PVC costume complete with apple gag might make for a particularly interesting conversation, but it’s no longer grounds for a social ostracising.

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Don’t you just want to chain him up? ;)

Whilst common sense on this is outstripping redundant law the curiosity and the predilection still remain. So here’s what I think it’s all about: Power.

Generally (and yes there are lots of exceptions which is why it’s a generalisation) people think power relationships are easy: guys enjoy being in control and girls enjoy being dominated. Now I’m struggling to think of a better demonstration of power than taking a girl over your knee and spanking her as unfortunately huge parades of tanks, missiles, and soldiers just don’t do it for most girls. (If only someone had told Joseph Stalin we might have avoided the Cold War…)

But paradoxically a confident girl who likes to be in control is sexier than a Ferrari driven by 4 playboy bunnies dressed in money to those blessed with a Y chromosome. Which makes me think that women don’t want to be dominated; it’s deeper than that. Instead they allow themselves to be dominated and thus never resign control. They can always say stop or give instructions. So in essence you’re left with a girl who is full of sexual confidence, in complete control, and allowing the man to spank her.

Now isn’t that a sexy thought?

We might not all have a penchant for S&M but we all definitely have a fetish for power.

Enjoy.

So, did you like that? I bet you still have the mental image of the Queen getting a Vajazzle. I can imagine Amy giving her one. A Vajazzle that is. Calm down.
Luke gets around a bit, in a nice way I mean, he’s here too talking about those things you lose keys money socks Virginity

Thank You Mr Stott… I’ll let you spank me later ;)

Sex Therapy

Therapy, therapy, therapy.

Mr Married Man’s having marriage counselling. So, he has his therapy. It’s not blooming cheap either!

I decided I deserve some therapy too. *cough* at his expense.

Sex therapy.

Oh, Ann Summers. How you have done well out of me this week. I also love that you then send the discount codes after I made the two orders. Further tempting me to buy more, just because you know I can’t resist. Sex therapy, and retail therapy in one.

If I’m going to work on my body image, confidence and self loving, then there’s just one solution isn’t there. A new rabbit. No, not the fluffy kind.

The Silicone One
Now on sale! [Typical!] Get it while you can ladies ;)

Sex takes confidence. Confidence is sexy.

So screw all those shit experiences I had. I’m starting over. And I’m taking the handcuffs, blindfolds and whips with me. This calls for new lingerie too ;)

If I can be confident enough to bare all infront of Mr Married Man, and actually speak up in the bedroom and tell him what I want. Then I think that’s a start. Oh hello Dominatrix side, where did you come from?

Now I just need to work out what it is I want. Two hours later and I still don’t know, but I’m gonna have fun finding out. If I’m gonna be fucked up, I may as well have fun whilst doing it.

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Strong

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I’d love to say I’m a strong person, but I’m not. I’m pretty weak.

Camden is out of my comfort zone, but I thought I’d give it a try.

We went to Shaka Zulu which is an incredible club, with escalators instead of stairs which is just amazing, and Kimberly from Pussycat Dolls was on the table next to us.

I just felt so out of it, like I didn’t want to be there.

There weren’t many men, so I stuck with my friends. I tried to encourage them to go talk to the ladies, but they ‘play the game’… which is a wimps way of saying they’re too shy ;)

One guy approached me who had previously been banned for being too pervy. He was the sort that I knew wouldn’t leave me alone if I started talking to him.

Why aren’t you dancing? Do you think all men are sleazes?
Yes
What? Even me?
Yes
*he said something but I turned away*

He approached one of my friends
Keep away from her, she’s a slag.

I know I was a bit harsh, but seriously. A slag? Not quite.

I looked around at all the beautiful girls and I just didn’t belong here. I stood behind a pillar before I had some alcohol in me, I just wanted to hide away.

I danced, my friend commented your dancing has improved. Erm, what an insult! But he also said I looked beautiful as ever, so I’ll let him off. Just.

Another friend tried to dance with me one and one, like holding me close. The problems with this are he’s smaller than me in heels, I felt extremely uncomfortable, and the height made it hard to balance. Que awkward dancing!

Maybe I’m not ready for hitting the town just yet. My confidence could do with some work.

Man hunt on hold!