Like Waiting For A Bus ...

Evening everybody, 

Hope all is well in the land of wherever you be reading, fine fellows. Here in Blightly as some of you may have noticed is fucking freezing. Quite literally - It was snowing here in the 'Shire. Which is why I now in my toasty little flat with a blanket draped over my legs. Yes. I am naked as I write and as brutally honest I could be much more honest with you all on some of my most recent feelings, but I shall not dwell on them before I have to. All in good time. Instead I thought I may share some warmth with you and try my hand at some erotic fiction. Now I must warn you that this is maybe not for the faint hearted and nor should you be reading whilst your Boss is in the same room, besides shouldn't you be managing an Excel Spreadsheet or drafting up a letter. For this is something special, a personal experience, and one that I will never forget - All I can say is ... FINALLY!
Enjoy!

'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx

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It was a cold and blustery evening in late December when the young, blonde and her current partner, were lying on a pull out sofa-bed, watching junk TV and scoffing even junkier food. After hours of relaxing and laughing in each others company the mood suddenly changed. With the mind racing (and somehow playing Barry White at the same time), she experienced her lovers hot kisses, leaving light wet stains down her pale neck as he trailed down her warm body. In vain, she tried to keep her breathing slow and steady whilst allowing  her spirit to be taken over. Hearts starting to skip, beating harder and faster making the young women breathe heavier as he went even lower. As he cups her supple breasts in each hand she whispers for him to take her nipples to his lips and begin to nibble and suck lightly making her moan softly, throw her head back in pleasure, long, blonde hair tumbling over the both of them, cascading down her voluptuous body. 

"I can feel myself getting wetter with every kiss you place on my smooth skin" she says as he tugs on her chest once more, swiftly making her convulse with pleasure. Slowly his hands start to run across her warm stomach and down to the hips where he holds them tightly, pressing his palms into her pelvis to stopping her body writhing from the pleasure. 

"Its too much. I need you. Now." she pants in his ear. "Take me" she says in deep, hushed tones. Breathing heavy and kissing passionately he grasps her neck and face in his manly hands, tugging playfully on her long locks and she knows to return the favour running her deft fingers through his hair. Holding the nape of her neck as he kisses her - Long, passionate, meaningful kisses. This is making the tension between them harder to resist. 
Slowly she trails her hands to his crotch, playing with the waistband, teasing making him feel the pressure as much she is. Inch by inch she gradually makes it into his tight underwear. Feeling him throbbing in her soft hands she moves him up and down, pacing them both until their breathing gets to the same speed. Feeling him succumb to her charms was exhilarating and knowing this just by looking into his eyes and hearing him groan, she moves faster until he cant take it no more. Releasing himself she ran her fingers along his silky shaft whilst he kissed and bit at her décolletage. 

Grabbing at her waist, he shifted her so she was finally underneath him, revealing the silken bedsheets swaddling the make-shift bed. Looking into each others eyes lust takes hold and suddenly they are pulling at each others clothes violently trying to get them off as quickly as possible, sensually making-out as they undressed. As she ruffles her fingers through his hair, he moves south and in the knowledge of how moist she was, he tugs off her underwear. Finally he bury's his head between her strong, toned thighs and with a strong hold on her pelvis begins to taste her, as hot as the tension between them. She could feel herself getting higher. He could feel it too as they entwine their fingers, steadily climbing to the peak. Again it gets too much for her to handle and just before she climaxes he stops and join's her in the Northern-hemisphere. 

As he clutches something long and pink, bought by someone old, he smiles knowing just what an impact this joyous stick will provide. Smiling he slowly caresses her lower body with the vibrations, holding it close to her making it even more intense and highly-strung than before. She was so sensitive. So moist. So ready. He can tell just how amazing this feels for her and getting more and more excited himself he continues to stimulate her Nether-Region. Harder he presses. Faster he moves. Deeper he thrusts into her and higher she climbs. Oh god. More! More! Please! She begged him to pull her in closer and hold her as she climaxed. Getting hotter she felt the waves she had read about and heard tales of so many times as her and her friends sat around at dinner discussing it. Rolling waves of heat and chill soon enough lead her to the peak. Eye rolling, back arched, body uncontrollably shaking and quivering with excitement she came, her world crashing around her in a spectacular first ever orgasm. He wasn't about to give up though and getting off himself in this torturous pleasure-game as mere seconds later it was in another blazing glory that she climaxed again, coming a second and a third time.  

In the moments that followed he wanted her for himself and as they spend moments staring into each others eyes, all she wants is to feel him inside her, getting deeper and harder. She does not have long to wait as he teases his way into her, prizing her legs apart and squeezing her waist as he enters slowly. Gasping as she feels him stretching her and letting out a little moan he starts to get harder, tensing his manhood as he thrusts into her once more making her cry out in pleasure. She knew by his contorted face that he was not far behind and as she tightened herself around him. She could feel him. All of him. As she whispered breathlessly sweet nothings into his ear and softly bit the earlobes of her partner, he held down her hips, his grip getting harder he let out the longest, deepest, animalistic groan she had ever heard. She felt the shudders from his core as he groaned once more, finishing deep and hard. 

Exhausted he collapses, snuggling his head into her breasts. There they lye for a while as she plays with his face until he pulls her into his chest where they fall asleep in each others arms, both of them blissfully unaware of the world outside and just how different it is, now she has experienced her first orgasm that is!

Confessions of a Lustful Job Hunter!

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Morning All, 

And so my first week of unemployment has melted away before I even have a chance to understand fully what I am actually going to do with myself. Grateful for the understanding nature of friends and some family this week I have been well supported with my job search. Although I thought that after loosing my job would be the worst thing in the history of the universe I have actually been surprised with the amount of feedback and the successfulness in finding work if you want it. 

Following a telephone interview with a well-know camera manufacturer I bagged a 'real' interview at their Bedford HQ on Wednesday morning. Running slightly behind schedule I made it in time to meet the ladies who walked me through my interview and also the women whom I chatted on the phone to as well. The role itself was pretty simplistic and I wasn't wholly thrilled by the fact that it would only be until the end of this year covering maternity leave, but with a two-thousand-pound bonus at the end of the contract and the possibility of being taken on permanently, I didn't really have ground to complain. Thus don't start asking me for a discount on lenses and filming equipment just yet as I unfortunately didn't make the cut for the second stage interviews and so the ideal of working within a company that made the selfie that much easier was dashed. 

Wednesday also held for me much more good news as after I had finished my hour-long interview with my first potential employer I attended another interview at a Fire Safety establishment in a industrial park just outside the town centre. Arriving to the premises after getting slightly lost I was ready to shine. And that I did. After another hour-long interview which felt more like a lengthy and fun chat about credit control I was let loose back onto the streets of Bedford to hunt down that all elusive job with a healthy salary and good atmosphere to match. Luckily for me the gentleman that interviewed me on Wednesday at the Fire Safety place wants me back along with another lady to go head to head in the second stage interviews this Thursday. Wish me luck!

I wasn't finished at just two interviews Wednesday as I had to attend a meeting at the local hell hole - The Job Centre. walking into the meeting I was ushered over to what looks like a pimped up 18th century school class room with chairs that had easels attached for writing down important stuff. As this wasn't the first time I signed on I wasn't expecting what happened, which was essentially a group lecture on job searching and about claiming off the state. Brilliant! As if every one of us in the room needed another punch in the stomach to wind us of all self-worth and motivation. Thanks coalition government!

Still not having eaten I headed to the train station and boarded a train to St. Albans, a city in which I hold much favour. It was one of the first places I had come as a young adult on a shopping trip with Miss Tweedle-Dumb and subsequently visited with Mr. Workaholic but obviously not for anything other than seeing work colleagues and finding out which one of them had recently been struck off work for dealing in cocaine. Nevertheless, exhausted as I was I multi-tasked by walking swiftly to the agency office in the town centre whilst conducting another telephone interview with another agency based back home in Luton. I know right, how skilled I am!

Thursday was much the same as Tuesday whereby I used the time I would usually be at work slaving over spreadsheets and paperwork scouring the web for the next best positions in my area. Following my Job Centre lecture I learnt that there was truth in what I had always told people and that the majority of jobs are now posted online. In fact the figures we were given as in-between-jobbers was that over seventy percent of jobs are now never even posted on the net, employers preferring to source potential candidates themselves or in my instance just add the workload to the employees already busting their ball-sacks working as hard as they can. Companies would favour 'Twitter' rather than going through and agency or website and paying fees for such services that they could easily get for nothing via social media. 

The week was rounded off with another interview with a flooring company in which they loved me so much they invited me back today for a tour of the office space and warehouse as well as to meet the team. A lovely bunch and I must have done something right being the first person that they saw at 10:30am on a Friday morning and wanting me back in their offices Monday afternoon. The vibe I get is that they are eager for me to join as am I although I wonder if maybe I can hold out on giving them a definitive answer by the end of the week as I would like to see where the rest of my interviews this week get to. I have five lined up for the days ahead. That, coupled with the eight I had last week means that in every sense on the phrase I am getting their. I would say slowly but surely but everything had sped along so fast this week I haven't even had a chance to think about being out of work. 

It wasn't all hard work though as Wednesday evening was spent with my favourite girls; Miss Tweedle-Dee, Miss Tweedle-Dumb and Miss Stuu. Yet again our conversation turned round to the topic of sex, boys and relationships. Most topics of conversation were covered I feel, making us more aware that yes, every female in the land has experienced the compression of air in the Southern Hemisphere whilst being in the presence of a naked man. Yes, the aptly named 'Fanny Fart'. Gross as it may sound these are things that ladies speak of. In fact the conversation didn't stop their as talk soon turned to the ''apparently'' best bit about pleasure. The Orgasm. Now I myself am able to come and whatever is happening down their feels amazing when done right but I don't think I have ever experienced 'The Big O'! I mean what is it? Where does it come from? And most importantly how the hell can I get one?! You see I am not one for self-pleasure or masturbation as such and despite my abundance of toys I am still unable to get myself off. Its not that I don't know what I like because I do, god knows I tell the men that have come in and out (Don't laugh) of my my life what I like and don't like but I am just not able to do it myself. Maybe its the fact that I know what is coming (Naughty) or whether I prefer someone else's touch even if it isn't quite hitting the right spot. 

I am a difficult one I feel; easy to please when you know how to but somewhat unrelenting in my appetite lately. I feel sorry for Mr. Cheese sometimes for having to put up with my thirst for bedroom exercise. Sex is something that for me makes all my problems go away. Not to say that I am an addict or anything but that is my go to when I feel lonely or stressed or sad or loving or angry, anything. I'll give you an example. Last weekend I saw Mr. Cheese himself and after a lovely meal we settled in front of the box for a bit before bed. Getting up from the couch I whispered in my boyfriend's ear seductively to come meet me in the bedroom in five minutes. After leaving a salivating other-half on the sofa to stew I flung my clothes on the floor and dressed myself in nothing more than a football shirt and suspender stockings. Laying myself bare on the bed I lit some candles and set the mood for a night of lustful intentions. Entering the boudoir I hoped for the passion to be ignited. Unfortunately after what felt like an eternity of teasingly fantastic foreplay and being thoroughly ready for some action I was informed that despite my effort, enthusiasm, suspenders, stockings, football shirt and lack of a bra the Boyfriend just wasn't interested. Shocked and stunned by what I was hearing the lights went on, teeth were brushed and I was forced to accept that I wouldn't be getting laid. Feeling deflated, unattractive, anti-sexy and questioning everything about us I fell asleep. The excuse that Mr. Cheese was tired were justifiable but nevertheless nearly every man on the planet has that as a fantasy and by his own admission had said it was one of his quoting that I should do it when his flat mates were out so as not to make too much noise. 

But on the other end of the spectrum I seriously worry about my being and whether I am normal. Is it normal for a women to have such a high sex drive? I don't know? It has always been a happy medium of sex-initiation's prior to Mr. Cheese but I feel now sometimes that he only obliges to my panders because he wants to appease me rather than him also wanting to partake. I am usually quite a relaxed person generally but lately I have been feeling more tense and stressed almost on a daily basis. The last time I felt like this I was with Mr. Workaholic and it was just a simple case of getting naked for him and that was it I would be pounded within an inch of my life only to then fall asleep blissfully unaware of the train-wreck it would eventually end in. Sadly with a Boyfriend in London it seems my stresses shall have to wait. It is at time like these where I feel my back tighten and my body ache a little that I know I need a really good seeing too, someone to come and ruin me. Don't get me wrong I love when its slow and rhythmic with an intense build up knowing that I will hit peak soon although sadly it ends with the man finishing too early. But Hey I can't blame him it does blow your mind when it is at the same pace, slow and steady. I think maybe I need to experiment more with myself. 

So off I hop to dust off my rabbits and get my rocks off - Just in time for Easter!

'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx

Falling Out and Flying High

Hi, 

I sometimes wonder to myself why I make company with the people I do. They are very odd, permanently hilarious and sometimes a bit stroppy but nevertheless they are both a good waste of my time and an even better use to spend it. And this weekend has been no exception ...

So Thursday after work I hopped on the train with all my luggage for my weekend in Birmingham with the Tweedles and Miss Stuu and then onto London afterwards to have a photo-shoot and see my dearest Mr. Cheese I went to dinner with Miss Chocolate. Now this proved very interesting not only to discover that I have my wing-man back, but she has also rekindled an old romance, although I am sure she wouldn't call it that by a mile. Still it was entertaining to watch her waddle across the car park, screaming in agony at the fact that her lover had quiet literally left her 'walking funny'. After a ravishing conversation about sex and the in's and out's of what we both like and crave from a partner in the bedroom I finally arrived at my last destination of the evening, Miss Tweedle-Dumb's house. Waving goodbye to Miss Chocolate as she whizzed off in her little white car I took a step back in time entering Miss Tweedle-Dumb's family home. I was greeted by the dogs as well as the rest of the family before we escaped to her teen-hood bedroom to gossip and tell stories. Soon though hunger took over for my old friend and on went the coats to brace the twilight breeze. And so off to get fast food we went!

Fast it was not though. And so whilst I was lapping up my ice-cream (yes at eleven o'clock at night) Miss Tweedle-Dumb fizzled with angry-anticipation in the drivers seat and the more laughable the situation. Finally the cheeseburger Miss Tweedle-Dumb had ordered arrived. Cold. But her hunger was satisfied and her mood had improved thus no-longer hangry (By the way 'Hangy' is where you get so hungry you get angry because of a empty stomach). Settling down under the covers in my usual position on the floor of Miss Tweedle-Dumb's small room dressed in a unicorn onesie we giggled as we watched re-runs of British box sets until we fell asleep. The following morning we awoke to a call from Miss Tweedle-Dee stating that is about time we got up and ready to leave. So much for our lye-in. Well it was half-ten I suppose. I would have had half of the days work done by now if I hadn't taken the day off. After being prised from our beds we each took it in turns to shower and get ready before jumping in the car to collect Miss Tweedle-Dee and hit the road, picking up Miss Stuu along the way.

After a six hour car journey, a breakdown, several karaoke tracks, a coffee break and meeting a look-a-like boy band we had arrived at the hotel. But things were only just getting interesting. You see in the beginning of this tale it was only planned to be myself and my Tweedles and so we had booked a room for such. However after a conversation somehow, somewhere Miss Stuu ended up coming along too. Although no one thought about the fact that it was too late to change the hotel booking and even if we did it would cost us a hell of a lot more than what we originally paid. So we had only one other option, and that was to sneak Miss Stuu into our room without the hotel staff finding out. Now as successful as this was over the weekend I definitely would not be doing it again in a hurry given that it did cause some very big concerns and at times a lot of tension. Quickly unpacking we headed straight back out again. Miss Tweedle-Dumb and Miss Tweedle-Dee went to a rock gig whilst Miss Stuu and I got to know each other a bit better over some sophisticated cocktails and boy-chat. Granted we did end up getting quiet drunk on not a lot of cocktails but nevertheless was better than spending the night in waiting for the others to come back to the hotel. Although it ended up that's exactly what we ended up doing.  Once our drinks were empty, Miss Stuu and I went back to the room and read magazines in bed until we could here the trundle of drunken stomps down the hall outside. Yes they were home ...

As Miss Stuu and I sat in bed like Mommy and Daddy Tweedle, we watched our babies wander around drunk and hanging out their arse like alcoholics at Bargain Booze. Miss Tweedle-Dumb had come home with a poster of the lead singer whom she is convinced he copied her hairstyle whereby Miss Tweedle-Dee had spent more money on a top than I had on t-shirts in the past year. Giggles and laughter descended into the night until we all fell fast asleep, only to be woken by Miss Tweedle-Dumb's horrendous snoring throughout the night, but I knew this may be the case and so had armed myself with a barrage of shoes, hairbrushes and a TV remote to use in the battle against the snore! And it would work; for a few moments; until she fell back asleep again. 

But as Saturday morning broke all of the previous night's antics were washed away as were the panda eyes as we prepared for a day of shopping in one of the countries biggest shopping malls. The Bullring! Although I was on a mission to find something nice to wear at my photo-shoot on Monday I was no-where near as determined to find an outfit as Miss Stuu for her graduation the same day. So as we trundled in and out of shops after her, looking at all the pretty dresses I couldn't help wonder what it would feel like to be pretty and skinny just for a day. To try on anything and make it look even moderately good. With her curvy bum, long legs and tight waist; Miss Stuu was definitely envied for her features and while she could have easily graduated in a bin-liner and some sticky tape, she decided on a little monochrome number from the High Street. Heading back to the hotel, feet aching from all the walking we had all done it was decided that maybe tonight we should go out and explore what Birmingham had to offer. It wasn't a mad one, simply because we were mostly skint and tired from shopping. But that isn't to say we didn't have a memorable night. Oh no! I shall be brief in saying that the night started with food and several drinks and  ended with us in fits of laughter, one of us nearly weeing and another trying to make accessories from left-over dinner. Please not that onion rings do not make good bangles.

Sunday was a lazy day and relaxed as we wandered around an Aquarium looking at fish, sharks and other sea life whilst taking selfies under the water! Very fun indeed until Miss Tweedle-Dee started a war with me over a social-networking site for articulating another side to an unfolding story which I myself had no initial involvement in, nor a belief for what had been said or asserted. After being called a homophobic disgrace for a best-friend we barely spoke the journey and it hurt me bad that Miss Tweedle-Dee of all people would think that of me; a liberally laid-back, down to earth, twenty-something female whom has no problem sharing her own sexuality and or with the expression of others. After the Sea Life Centre was done we all bundled into the car for long journey home, after which I would still need to make it into London. After a long old day and an even longer weekend I quickly dosed off in the back of the car as we hurtled south on the motorway. 

A sultry evening followed when I finally arrived in London just after half-ten at night with Mr. Cheese consisting of snoozing in bed between light kisses and whispers of sweet nothings, but not before some surprising love-making whereby my favourite foreplay made a welcome appearance that hasn't been seen since my birthday. I am glad that it is not just a Christmas and Birthday kind of thing. I'm a girl who enjoys giving as much as receiving and am happy to lay back and think of England whilst someone goes to town on me. I think with a little more practise and I could be flying higher that heaven every time Mr. Cheese works his magic. And it wasn't just foreplay. The sex matched the raunchiness that was preludes, so much so that even as I collected my stuff from his flat in West London on Monday after my photo-shoot and make over I just couldn't help but to have him one last time. Jumping on-top of him I made sure that he was given something to think about on the long tube journey to work the next morning. And the next morning. And the next. Definitely the most earth-shattering, hard, and exhausting sex I have had in a while and as we came together in a long, drawn out orgasm to finish on I can't see that Mr. Cheese would be complaining that I did so. Mmm, this leaves me anticipating the next time we meet ...

'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx