Torture Garden

Ahem I did promise these nearly a year ago but it's been a busy old year! Not really been able to blog but I'll try and see what I can do now.

Anyway enjoy these taken at Torture Garden; it was great fun going out in public like this. Felt very naughty and as it was TG, I got to take full advantage of my naughtiness ;)

Pretty Bra

Just a quickie, I rather like this pretty bra, bought mainly because I seem to have swelled to a 34E which I personally find a little scary!

These are the innocent photos before I show you the Torture Garden ones I took on my recent trip to London x

Back

Slight hiccup back there with google disabling the blog for some reason, but they were happy enough to return it so all good now! And you never know, I think this has encouraged me to start blogging properly again which is rather nice. All clouds have a silver lining!

Imelda x

There

There’s a really hot man at work who I would love to fuck me like this. Slow, teasing love, then fucking me hard. My legs all askew, my pussy open and wanting, ready to be plundered and wrapped around his thick cock.

I can’t wait to ride on top of him. I’m just like the girl here, I love to grind against a man, my wet pussy sopping against his cock as I warm myself up rubbing my little clit against him. Then to be filled completely as I plunge down onto him and ride, thrusting my breasts into his face so they can be lavished with attention too.

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Rump

I always loved this picture of my bum. That is all.

There's nothing like

Feeling hot in some sexy new underwear. Feeling so hot that you just know tonight is the night that you’re going to meet him again. Flashes of light, combined with words caught at the break in the beat and the incessant pulse of the bass felt in your body. That magic that only a dark sensual club alights. The night just has that air of anticipation. No reason, no explanation, it’s just going to be one of those nights.

A break in the crowds and the first heart clutching glimpse of him for over a year. Pulse explodes, air stands still but the beat soldiers on. Turn, turn! Run, run! Escape away before he sees you. Damn. Too late.

What are you going to do?

Smile or run?

Too late; the crowds shift and he’s gone. A missed chance?

Not tonight. Not when the crackle of expectation hangs thicker than mere anticipation. You already know the ending.

Later, much later, a hand’s caress; soft but insistent. How did you get here? Why are you asking? You already knew it would end like this. In this room with the sounds of the traffic outside; with the beginnings of dawn snaking around the blinds, just as his hand snakes around your thigh. His smell, there’s nothing like the smell of him. You arch your back as you grind your body against him to smell deeper. To move against the rough sandpaper stubble of his jaw, not just uncaring of the burn, but relishing it. Licking a wet tongue from his lips to the spot on his jaw that just burned your skin. Sucking and gulping with a flash of teeth then moving back to his mouth as you push him hard back against the bed, swinging your long legs over him. Pushing hard against his chest with your hands as he pushes back into you not willing to be controlled; the fight is far more interesting. Grinding down against his hard on as he grabs your hips and forces you down against him. Mimicking sex, not willing to quicken the end by arriving there to soon, the pleasure in the moment, the pleasure in the expectation.

A hand in your hair, caressing, stroking, pulling; it all feels so good with the urgency of the grinding. Enough, back against the bed you insist. Back exactly where you want him. Bending over your face next to his, lips smushed together, tongues lapping, his hands on your arse, massaging the soft globes, knickers pushed down, globes pulled gently apart. A stray finger caressing down from the coccyx down the crack, electrifying a fiery heat on the skin. Your wet cunt, soaking silk knickers, incessantly grinding against his hard on. Clit contracting, squirming against him.

Knickers off! He’s decisive in this action but you’re hardly going to object. But you do want just one taste before your cunt is filled. Lips stretched around his engorged cock. Sucking, swallowing, gulping. Saliva dribbles down your chin; dropping onto a pert breast. Suck, suck. A flat tongue from the base to the head, probing the hole, lips suckling the head.

Enough, he’s not the only one who wants to be fucking now. Rising up above him, you wait for the smallest fraction of a beat before thrusting down onto his cock, filling up every millimetre of sopping cunt. Muscles spasm around him as you ride. Thrusting down onto him so you’re screwed up to the hilt. Leaning forward, over and against him, offering soft, pert white flesh and rosy nipples to his mouth. Thrusting his face into your tits, your tits into his face. Ever riding him hard, up and down your cunt works his shaft, squeezing tight around him. Ecstasy of breasts licked and sucked as your cunt is filled and your clit worked by knowing fingers. You squeeze your muscles tighter around his shaft; pounding down onto his balls. The fingers flick against your clit rhythmically, your bodies slick with sweet sweat. Ecstasy of motion, there’s nothing like it.

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