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What a fun past week, what can I say apart from phwoooaarrrr, you naughty gents who have visited me in your shorts after reading the humps, bumps and lumps blog! And to the gent who wore his shorts commando (you know who you are!) now that was a thrill putting my hand up the roomy leg of your shorts, (you needed room in there too hehe) ... sorry slap my wrists!
Have had a mixture this week of the Kent countryside and London, had a fab time with a lovely reg in London got ourselves dressed up and went to a show which Im surprised we made it too as the air conditioning was not working in the hotel and we nearly drowned each other in perspiration .. which is quite erotic in some ways as new sweat is full of pheromones .. must be something to do with how busy things are at the moment, my other job is certainly taking a back seat and escorting seems to be coming out tops but how can I refuse the charms of so many nice gents to put a smile on my face and I would be a fibber if I said the pay wasn't better!
Went for a cruise on the Thames nice and relaxing just gazing at the diverse range of architecture that London has to offer, picturing in the minds eye how it would have looked in times past with the bustling industry of the wharfs, now converted into desirable residences. Funny how the mind wanders to escorting in so many everyday things, along with the architecture I was quietly noting the different areas that I have met gents, seeing some of the hotels from the waterside brought back a few memories then back to discussing other things with friends who are with me, little do they know what I was thinking ...
I like London more and more and if I ever won the lottery I would buy myself a nice apartment along the Thames I would also keep a place in the countryside as the British seasons are something that I like to embrace.
Off on a mini tour to London again next week, hopefully see some nice new gents and a couple of others who I sometimes see when staying there, this is when it would be good to own 2 properties I would have a week in Kent then a week in London, rather than just 2 days every fortnight anyway one can dream.
Ordered a new basque and a few stockings online and was out when they were delivered ...
Thank you to the Vicar for signing for them in my absence!
Jx
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Added on: 07/09/06 21:49
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What have I been doing today ... hmmm I wonder ..?
I've been helping out at the church fete, oh yes you could have seen me, I was the lady in the demure summer dress a smidgin of makeup helping with the cream teas, you may have also even seen me helping the Vicar with the tombola, oh yes nice, quiet, (slightly mysterious) *****, spinster of this parish.
Relaxing village life, quite a contrast dear reader from the raunchy Josephine, freshly back from London still tingling from the naughty engagements with you, dear gentlemen.
Oh its good for my soul to chat about it on here, I have mentioned it before my double life but it even surprises me sometimes.
Back in my cottage now, off with the demure dress and on with the basque, stockings and suspenders .. Josephine is ready!
More tea Vicar?
Jx
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Added on: 07/01/06 09:10
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Think it must be the warm weather but my man watching has stepped up big time. I love people watching at the best of times, and have been enjoying sneaky looks at gents in their shorts or light summer trousers, ah yes "things" are easier to see with a nice light fabric covering that area ..the tube is a good place sitting opposite a gent who invariably has his legs open, you can tell if he is wearing underpants or not, have seen a few hanging loose recently, I like the shape of a certain part when it is warm and tends to hang lower, one side or the other, the testicles hang heavier in the heat, and it is interesting to see which side the gent has "dressed" or whether if the fabric is loose enough to see which side it has fallen :)
I also like tight fabrics usually pants or swimming trunks especially ones that have too larger leg holes ..mmmm.
A very old memory of a holiday in Wales causes this certain fascination, I think I must have been early teens and was happily snorkelling in chilly Welsh waters when I noticed a guy along side me, he had one of those big shrimping nets that you push along the seabed and was happily minding his own business. I was under the water in my face mask watching the shrimping net and caught sight of his trunks .. the leg holes were too large and I could see right inside but what made it more fascinating was that the guy had a semi-erection and it was pushing the fabric out, straining against the trunks (which were a pea green colour!) making the leg hole even bigger .. intrigued was not the word and I swam along side him for what seemed ages totally agog at the site before my goggled eyes! Early impressions definately affect adult thinking and I still love to see straining leg holes on a gent these days, although its not something I tend to see when out and about minding my own businesss behind a pair of shades.
So you see us ladies are just like the gents for ogling, I might try being a builder set up a scaffold and shout out as the gents walk by .. maybe something like "Get your **** out for the gals"
never would though ... too much of a laydeeeeeeee!
Jx
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Added on: 06/13/06 05:00
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I have been out of my country hideaway this week, went to Central London for a couple of days for a mini tour, makes a nice change, time to do a little shopping too. Saw some nice gents .. took myself for a meal in the evening but the water in the apartment was freezing cold .. so the guys were having cold showers, didn't seem to dampen their ardour though!
I have decided that I will stay a couple of days a week in London, nice contrast for me, countryside and city lights, return the compliment to some of the gents who wind their way down the country lanes to my cottage and see some others who dont like driving too much. Feel a little wilder too when staying away, I suppose its knowing that you wont have the chance of unexpected visitors or the Vicar knocking on the door, dropping by to collect money for the church roof or suchlike ..not that this has happened yet to me and long may it continue like that!
I have decided I have become a snob, a stocking snob that is, seem to be spending a small fortune on them .. I just have to have the fully fashioned seamed ones these days, without any lycra, they feel so much better, very smooth and silky and I like the way they 'strain' upwards when clipped onto the suspenders without stretching upwards, I am enjoying caressing my own legs and thighs at the moment! Not so good though when you stick a long finger nail through them when unwrapping a pair for the first time, will have to get some silk gloves to apply them soon.
Found out I am definately allergic to some of the flavoured condoms .. I can remember the vanilla ones making my lips (on face) into a trout pout, the same with the banana ones, I only have to have touched my face with a finger and the tingling starts, dread to think what they must put in the flavourings most probably the same stuff as smarties or jelly babies .. could explain some forms of hyperactivity .or does one need bromide for that?!
The hayfever I had is dying down now, someone told me to obtain some local honey, take a tablespoon a day, it definately works, would recommend that to anyone who suffers with it... as long as you have some local beehives .. but then again bees fly everywhere, so who knows how far they travel .. hmmm wondering if that is bit of a myth now!
Been having a daily call usually 10.30am on the dot from a strange character who invariably says "Josephine you ain't half got some t*ts on you" ... hmmm thanks for letting me know, I hadn't noticed until you kindly pointed it out! In fact this is the second bout of these calls .. thought he had given up, nowt as queer as folk.
Jx
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Added on: 06/04/06 18:09
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Something I dont seem to have had for a while is a "quicky". Not having a boyfriend or doing half hour bookings seems to mean that they are few and far between, not something I want all the time but it's nice occasionally to be perhaps running a bath or maybe washing up and feeling the hardness of something pressing in your back, and be wearing something accessible and have ruderies there and then, and then carry on with the mundane household chore ... Ooooh Matron dooo behave!
Warmer days in the countryside definately bring out an earthy side to me .. it certainly has some affect as I have suddenly acquired a couple of saucy gentleman farmers on my books.
Washed scrubbed and glowing with all the sunshine a good Kent day brings, plus a gift of a bunch of asparagus and local Kent Strawberries went down well with me, (I did the same later..) along with the faint aroma of diesel mingled with soap and shampoo.
I have promised to dress as a wench for the next visit, all heaving bosoms and full skirts, something I have wanted to do for a while and we can relive days gone by of the lusty country folk.
A walk in the woods is planned too with a nice gent from London, hope he brings his suncream for his bottom if the weather is hot!
I like having the best of both worlds as the vast majority of outcalls are to London or airports, so I am not always the country wench but I must say that I do love the countryside, everyday I marvel at the beauty of it, the colours, blossoms and scents .. not so happy with the hayfever that accompanies it though but they do say that sneezing is a mini orgasm ... must have had 20 plus today!
Jx
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Added on: 05/15/06 14:25
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Haven't blogged for a while so thought I would have a ramble. What a pleasant week it has been, have met some delightful new gents, one inparticular who well ... phew what can I say other than pass the bromide vicar ... not sure if he will read it but if so all I will say is "ears" .. I knew my ears were sensitive but I have found out that they now drive me potty, my challenge will be to see if I can orgasm with my ears alone ... so if you see me walking down the street tickling my earlobes with my fingers (unfortunately my tongue doesn't reach) you will know what I am doing! Wonder why ears are so sensitive maybe they are meant to be erogenous zones as animals like to have their ears stroked and they do tend to lick and nibble each others ears .. not so keen on the other parts they lick and nibble though .... hmmm well maybe.
Have had some lovely gifts this week, something that I do not expect but is always a thrill to receive .. a bunch of flowers so huge that I couldn't see the gent for the blooms! Also a beautiful painting specially painted for me which the gentleman had framed and wrapped in bubble wrap .. what a lovely thought, thats two paintings I have received now .. I must attract mad artists, I like people like that though, anyone who is slightly unusual in a nice interesting way .. a lot of my gents infact! Another nice thought was a new review, well written and entertaining, I used to be so against reviews I swore that I would never allow them .. but I dont mind now as long as they are not written by a manic gynaecologist with descriptions of the texture of my kidneys and liver.
Looking forward to seeing a couple of gents who I have kept in touch with since the last time and have built a good friendship with ..I do develop soft spots for people so it should be fun .. I will try and make their soft spots, hard spots though before the night is through.
Ordered a new black basque online and they sent me two by mistake this morning ... which was nice but to cap it all I had another delivery this afternoon with yet another one! Wonder if I will receive anymore .. maybe I wont be able to move for all the basques being delivered to my house .. their computer must be up the shoot. The dilemma is do I be honest and send the surplus ones back .. I will mull it over as I suppose it is a form of stealing not to return them.
And finally to the gent who has left his rolex at mine .. I have put it on ebay ... but you know I am only joking.
Thats enough rambling for now I dont usually ramble but felt like it so there!
Jx
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Another Pompeii brothel sign, wondering whether to get similar for my front door ...
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Added on: 05/03/06 21:40
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Just finished watching a period drama, 1700's, my god the mens fashion then makes me feel like getting hold of a time machine, jumping in pressing button for the 18th century, I wouldn't be able to trust myself though once I arrived ... think the best thing would be to start up business as a courtesan so I could indulge myself with those frock coats and frilly shirts, not to mention those tight fitting breeches as much as my ardour allowed me! Love the look of those frilly shirts undone at the neck, the look of the frill around the cuff with a masculine hand being caressed by the frill and lace ... phew and as for those belts with big buckles and maybe a musket held in place there too ... heaven! The ponytails too tied up with velvet ribbon ... oh yes siree!
I am sorely tempted to buy such an outfit and hang it in my wardrobe so beware you gents, you might find yourselves being cast back in time if you visit me!! I will join you dressed in the costume of the day too, all big skirts, corsets and frilly gipsy style tops ... pass the bromide vicar!
Jx
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Added on: 04/17/06 17:31
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Not sure what it is but I do have some faith but have tended to feel slightly like I might get struck down by a thunderbolt since escorting, especially when certain religious occasions arise, knowing that I will most probably be attending a church service and feeling like my secret is not my secret, and should I be really sitting there, a lady of my profession in the house of God, wondering what he thinks of me?
I know I am a kind person, honest, and sensitive to the feelings of others, I love to make others happy and feel good about themselves, I am certainly a giver and love to do so as long as it is not abused.
I really wish there wasn't a social stigma with prostitution, so many people dont realise that there is this side of the industry, where there are ladies like myself living respectable lives, who have other responsible jobs but have a thrilling secret life. We are not downtrodden timid little things that are forced into being whores, we are ladies with strong minds, who have chosen this path because we want to, the money is good and I am sure that I dont just speak for myself when I say we have extremely high libidos!
I have pondered this alot recently, and tried to work out just what the awful sin is of ladies being paid to pleasure a gent, the more I escort the more I ponder it, I am positive its not wrong. Maybe that is wrong, maybe I am kidding myself but why is there a stigma, where does it stem from, It has been frowned upon since time began, is it a threat to society or is it just down to religion?
How I would love to be able to say with confidence to my family and close friends, I am an escort and I am proud of it ..... because I am.
Josephine x
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Added on: 04/15/06 19:56
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Something I notice with escorting is the extra time I need to spend on looking after my hair, being long and thick it certainly has its fair share of birds nests from the friction that it receives from certain activities!
I always spend far too long fiddling about getting ready to see gents, what with skin, makeup and grooming and getting the hair looking just so, and within about 20 mins it looks like big mad hair extraordinaire, makeup smudged and occasionally ladders or snags in my stockings which have usually taken ridiculous lengths of time to clip on.
How difficult it is to remain looking entirely glamorous while getting down and dirty but oh how nice too, to look and feel hot and earthy, and know that the time you have had has been real and raunchy!
Josephine x
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Added on: 04/06/06 19:09
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Im sitting here writing this blog with the aroma of chocolate oozing from every pore in my poor aching body. It all began this evening when I visted my gent in his hotel in central London, he had told me beforehand to be prepared for a surprise, he wanted something a little kinky but not too bad, so liking a bit of fun I set off in anticipation of things to come.
The appointment started well, my gent for the evening was gorgeous and he was pleased that I was wearing his request of traditional black corset, fully fashioned seamed stockings with traditional, six suspenders.
We started with a couple of glasses of bubbly, reclining easily on the kingsize bed chatting, intermingled with soft kissing and caresses. Things started to get a bit warmer when my gent suggested we stop and I should take a look in the bathroom .. to my absolute amazement standing in huge piles against the wall was over a hundred mega-size bars of Cadburys milk chocolate .. this was the kinky plan. Each bar had to be melted gently in a microwave which he brought with him especially for the event, I was to lay in the bath and let him pour the oodles of melted chocolate all over me, what a sensation this was, especially when it was a little too hot when poured over my nipples.
Thankfully this was a longer than average booking so it gave him time to unwrap the huge bars and melt and pour them over my naked body. Once all the bars were melted my gent stripped down to his birthday suit and joined me in the bath. What a fabulous feeling it is writhing around in melted chocolate that is nearly up to your neck, tasting, licking, and feeding it to each other. So enjoyable infact that we didn't realise that the chocolate had started to set, before long we could hardly move, everytime one of us tried to get up we would slip down again and within an hour we had set solid. It was like being cast in cement, I was panic striken and my gent was none too happy by now, we were held together, legs entangled by the pure weight of the solid confectionery.
Whatever does one do in such a situation, top London hotel, married client, one buxom strumpet, set together in a bath of solid Cadburies Dairy Milk. After a lot of umming and aaaing the only thing we could do was to yell, and yell we did, we caused such a racket that before long three members of staff arrived and thankfully managed to let themselves in with a skeleton key.
The site they were greeted with was second to none, the look of horrified amusement on their faces will stay with me forever along with the cringing embarrassment on my behalf.
The staff after composing themselves suggested the fire brigade was called but naturally my married gent could not have such a circus performance on his secret liason. A blow torch was suggested and that is what they did. As we sat in our chocolate tomb one of the porters (extremely red faced I might add) blow torched the chocolate until at long last we could free ourselves from our chocolate overcoats.
To keep the staff sweet we ended up paying them a huge tip but they refused what was left of the remaining bars of chocolate.
I dont blame them, I will never be able to look another square of chocolate in the face again!
Josephine x
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Added on: 03/31/06 19:50
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I once knew a woman who offered her honour
So I honoured her offer
And all night long I was on her and off her.
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Added on: 03/26/06 17:12
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Want to hear some wine induced ramblings and how naughty I have been tonight?! I felt on the verge tonight to reveal my secret life to a few special friends, I decided against it, and after reading Kimberley's blog am glad that I did.
Tonight I have had my first non-paid sexual encounter since starting escorting, a guy that I have fancied something rotten for months and months and now I feel riddled with guilt as I feel that I have made him sleep, unwittingly with a whore.
He has wanted me for ages about two years all in all, I have always known so has he. Its one of those scenarios where you glimpse each other across the room and smoulder at each other, so much so with him that he instantly makes me aroused. He has had a girlfriend for the majority of that time so I haven't made any sort of noise about recipricating what he wants. Sounds hypocritical I know, as I sleep with peoples husbands on a daily basis but in my personal life its something that I dont entertain, the thought of betraying another woman knowingly is something that I would not want to be involved with. In this life of discretion between two parties somehow it seems different, maybe it is the business transaction between us, Im not sure but its definately the anonyminity that has something to do with it, even with my regular gents it goes without saying that we are there for mutual sexual pleasure and friendship and no more.
It started off as an early drink with a few close friends and there he was alone, we made constant eye contact and I could feel electrical impulses surging through me making me instantly aroused. I went to the ladies, purposely passing where he was sitting. I knew he would acknowledge me and he did so. We immediately got into talking about our attraction for each other and how he had split with his girlfriend. The upshot of it all was that I ended up calling a taxi and we ended up at mine.
We were hardly through the door before we had our hands all over each other, he had the most amazing hard on which I could see through his jeans (yes jeans and hard ons are a fave of mine!) Whether its the confidence of escorting I dont know but I undid his zip immediately (he was on the sofa) and took him in my mouth while kneeling in front of him, I love hearing a man moan while he is in my mouth and he certainly came up with the goods! We were soon up in my bedroom where we have spent the last two hours fucking in every position under the sun.
He has gone now and has already texted me twice wanting to see me again but I doubt I can do it, I cant tell him what I do and I cant live a lie. If I started to see him I know it would not go down well at all he would most probably be horrified, so Im left with wondering how the hell I explain I dont want to see him again.
It does make me realise though that I am not ready for a boyfriend again, especially while doing this job.
Jx
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Added on: 03/25/06 19:37
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Im wide awake but with the gloriously relaxed, warm, post coital feeling, my latest incall to date, arriving at 11.30 and leaving at just before 2am, I do enjoy evening appointments its somehow more relaxing, the candles in the bedroom show themselves to their full advantage and me being a night owl I tend to show myself to my full advantage! Not that Im knocking daytime appointments but it feels a little more undercover, in the afternoon, my gent arriving in a brand new car, smart pinstripes and then proceeding to knock at my neighbours door (which is next to the vicarage I might add!) looking suspiciously gleaming in a city boy sort of way, quite a contrast to the rural locale where I live where wax jackets and cordroys tend to be the norm once the commuters change out of their city wear! We managed to pass it off with me pretending he was an official from the bank, paying me a visit ... Oh how seductively I dress to see the bank manager! Maybe if I wore my see-through blouse with no bra to the bank I might be looked upon more favourably in future, must give it a try ... I fancy a nice brand new car!
Im gradually getting used to incalls more now, but wasn't prepared for the volume of phonecalls that incalls bring. As I escort part time, my other freelance job has been taking a back seat recently, so advanced bookings always suit me better.
I still enjoy outcalls though, the acting involved while walking confidently through hotel lobbies pretending to be arriving on a business appointment, and the excited butterflies while tapping on the gents door, nope Im definately going to keep doing outcalls too ... I had an enjoyable evening earlier this week in a lovely hotel on the South coast. While we were making fireworks in the room we were treated to a fantastic display of fireworks let off from a boat in the sea, its nice to be off your own territory once in a while.
Yes eight months down the line Im enjoying escorting more than ever, being a sociable lady with a high libido it suits me down to the ground ... thats why the lady is a tramp!
Josephine x
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Added on: 03/17/06 21:02
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Back in the dormy at the dead of night, I would hug myself, (our electric toothbrushes had been banned for some mysterious reason) thinking of "my" gorgeous older man. I had wandered back out of bounds in the school grounds a few times since my initiation into the delights of giving oral sex to a man, hoping to bump into him again. I had been unlucky and nearly a week had passed without my meeting him again ... I was feeling more and more frustrated all I could picture was those faded jeans with the hard bulge beneath them and then the thrill of releasing the contents of the jeans, I certainly wanted more.
I managed to escape the strict confines of the school again one evening after supper and began my usual trek through the grounds, I remember it being about May or June so the weather was fine, strolling along with my eyes peeled I spotted him, walking towards me, to say I was thrilled was an understatement, my heart lurched again as I saw his amber coloured eyes and long blonde hair (and yes those jeans!)
He seemed pleased to see me and invited me to walk with him, I didn't need to be asked twice and off we went again a different way this time, we seemed to go quite a distance my tummy was a mass of butterflies and everytime his arm brushed against me it felt like a jolt of electricity, causing me to become more and more aroused. As we crossed a style me climbing ahead of him I suddenly felt the warmth of his hand creeping under my skirt and gently brushing the top of my thigh, I pretended that I hadn't noticed and continued over the style.
We seemed to walk for an age into parts of the countryside that I didn't recognise, he told me that he was going to show me where he lived. Eventually we came to a clearing which revealed an old house with farm buildings around it, and it was in one of these buildings that he led me. It was like a small workshop with tools and agricultural equipment lying around, an old armchair and at one end a hay store, with some beautiful new born puppies and their mum in a wooden box.
He sat down on the armchair and beckoned me to come away from the puppies and over to him, I stood in front of him feeling vaguely embarrassed, until I looked at his crotch. I could see the now familiar bulge under his jeans and that was it, I knelt in front of him and did what I did the first time I had met him, I felt more confident about it this time and made the most of listening to his pleasurable moans. After coming up for air he pulled me to him and started slowly to remove my clothes until I was sitting astride him on the armchair in just my bra and knickers, my god I was feeling so fuelled up by now it didn't even bother me when he unclipped my bra and released my breasts into his hands, the same breasts that I usually hid the size of under layers of baggy clothes! I think I would have died of passion if he hadn't have remembered to pop to the barbers that week! Thankfully he had and at long last my raging lustings were satisfied in that strange building, riding cowgirl style in an old straw covered armchair. It was with this man too that I had my first experience of receiving oral sex (that was in the haystore) Happy days!
Josephine xxx
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Added on: 03/13/06 16:46
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What a combination ... sat navs can be excellent for finding me in the deepest darkest countryside but sometimes a complete nightmare. Last nights gent was directed to somewhere completely different ... it got so bad he gave up on me! Mostly they lead the guy to my door, my directions certainly do. Im now sitting waiting patiently (again) candles burning, gorgeous new basque and stockings, feeling highly charged, hes called though and it seems to be working so we shall see, otherwise I will be getting my toy box out ...
Jx
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Added on: 03/07/06 13:31
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I was such a mixture of awkwardness and down right arousal as he gripped my arm, and looked at me with mild amusement and something else, he had really unusual amber coloured eyes, I was blushing deeply but he was nice and made out that he thought it must be because I had been running away from him. He said he had watched me many a time roaming around the school grounds and told me that I was often out of bounds to where us girls were allowed to go, and would I like to go with him to see where the boundaries lay? What a question for me .. of course I would, I felt honoured and thrilled to be walking alone with this gorgeous older man! We seemed to walk for ages with him asking me a few questions about myself and commenting on the fact that I looked older than my fifteen years, that always pleased me to hear that!
We sat down by a pond which was at the edge of a wood secluded by large trees, he had on faded jeans with holes in the knees checked shirt and a wax jacket, he had gun cartridges on a belt too and I remember thinking that he looked soooo cool and sexy!.
Suddenly my heart lurched he moved himself closer to me until his leg was pressed up against mine, I froze, heart thumping thought he could hear it, he pushed his leg more firmly
against mine, what a mixture of feelings again, awkard mainly because of the way I was dressed awful green blazer, tie, unflattering green skirt and horrendous grey socks with ribbons at the top how I wished I was dressed in my weekend gear, real eighties Madonna type stuff. I didn't have much time to think though as he was running his hand up and down my leg, just chatting normally though but each time he ran his hand up just that little bit further, I remember physically shaking, certainly not with fear now but utter utter lust, it didn't even concern me when he undid my blouse and put his hand inside my bra, I remember noticing the bulge under his jeans and being totally fascinated by it I just had to touch! (to this day seeing a man harden under his trousers is a huge turn on for me especially faded jeans!) It was here that I had my first experience of giving oral to a man, to be honest I didn't know it existed as I had only really known straight forward intercourse but he showed me what to do and I could tell I was doing something right as I could hear his moans of pleasure and encouragement. After a while we were snogging and rolling around in the leaves with me wanting him to do something to me, and suddenly he stopped announced he hadn't "got anything on him" and I should think about getting myself tidyied up and back to the school ... what a let down... I did as he said though and he walked me back towards the school, kissed me on the cheek and said "see you soon".
I certainly was not going to wait long before I wandered off again ...
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Added on: 03/04/06 20:21
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In a previous blog I wrote about an early sexual experience at the tender age of fourteen, it was amusing to see on the forum that a few other girls were exactly the same age of fourteen years and one month, maybe something was preprogramming us for this job!
From a young age I used to hide a high sex drive, and apart from my first experience I was a shy teenager around males, I used to get a lot of male attention from older guys, being fifteen but looking 19, but I came across as snooty as I was so bashful, mainly about my boobs from having the mickey taken at school by immature schoolfriends.
Ive never told anyone the following before, not anyone but thought it would be good to do it here anonymously!
I was sent to boarding school at fifteen which really put my nose out of joint, I was used to being at school with boys and now I was stuck in the middle of nowhere in a completely female environment but my fathers job had taken him abroad so it made sense at the time to keep me and my sister in the UK. It took me a few months to settle into the really strict regime, so strict we used to have to show our knickers everyday to the games mistress to check that we were wearing the unflattering green school pants! I hated that, it seemed wrong and looking back now seems terrible.
The school was set in acres and acres of beautiful countryside and I used to go off and roam alone thinking ( usually about sex!) One day on one of my jaunts I spotted a man carrying a gun over his shoulder, I was terrified and started to run away thinking he was a murderer ... he started to run after me calling out which made me run even faster ...eventually he caught up with me and grabbed my arm and told me not to be a stupid girl that he was a local farm hand who did gamekeeping on the school grounds and that he had seen me lots of times wandering around. I felt relieved that he wasn't a murderer, not only relieved but enchanted, he must have been about 30 and had shoulder length blonde hair, tanned and rugged looking, with a look of fascination which was obviously aimed at me, I remember noticing that familiar tingling feeling coming from the region of my horrible green school knickers ....
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