Recently Charlie of Sex Blog (of sorts) asked if anyone wanted to collaborate on a post about the five things men should know about sex. I thought it sounded like fun so I said I’d love to. However, when it came to writing the five things I really struggled. It felt like everything I came up with was really just facets of the same thing. And I was struck by just how much past experience can influence how we think and feel about things.

The one thing I came up with was to tell men that sex isn’t just about penetration, and it isn’t all over when they come. I know this sounds unfair, especially because I know recently I have met a lot of men (virtually but it still counts right?) who know this and are not only respectful of it but very willing to make sure their chosen partner is enjoying sex as much as they are, and to make sure she comes again and again. But my history with men is not like that, with the exception of the last guy, my previous ex’s have been all about their pleasure, and all about penetration…..one even told me it didn’t count as sex if he didn’t “get it in there”. He’s the same prince who’s to blame for my issues with giving blow jobs, forcing more than I was comfortable with, even after I once threw up on him. 🙁

But I want to put the past, in the past, I want to collect new experiences that show me not all men are like that, I made a start with the ex who turned out to be a lying, cheating dickwad, but it’s been a year and I am more than reading for the next chapter. I want long slow sex, the kind where you spend hours exploring each other’s hotspots. I want fast and furious sex where you are so turned on you’re tearing each others clothes off and shagging furiously within minutes of walking through the door. I want to deep throat a guy without having a panic attack, or throwing up. I want to fall asleep in a sweaty satisfied tangle and wake up as the little spoon with a hard-on pressed against my back. I want…..so many things. 🙂

First Class Mile High – Wicked Wednesday #1

Wicked Wednesday

Welcome to my first post for Rebel’s Notes‘ Wicked Wednesday, First Class Mile High. Hope you enjoy my first Wicked Wednesday entry. It was fun to write. You don’t have to use the prompt but I wanted the inspiration, and I thought it would be a fun challenge. The prompt for this week was:

first class mile highIt’s time for a challenge again!

Use the prompt above and write a story or a poem, or post a photo.

These are the guidelines…

Stories should be a minimum of 500 words with a maximum of 1000 words.

Poems should have rhythm and rhyme.

Photos or a series of photos should ‘tell’ a story that fits the prompt.

Share your creations!


First Class Mile High

Sarah stared at the fat envelope sitting on the counter, then lifted the glass of champagne to her mouth taking a large swig, coughing slightly as the bubbles hit the back of her throat. She’d have to give it back, she couldn’t do it, what if the other passenger woke, or one of the other attendants came up, she could lose her job. But it was a lot of money, and he was pretty easy on the eye, not like it would be a hardship, she should never have flirted with him. It was crazy behaviour, not at all her usual professional manner, but it was a quiet flight for First Class, and the only other passenger had taken a sleeping tablet, and asked not to be disturbed. Boredom had set in, so she’d responded to his flirting. It was somewhere around his fifth whiskey, that he’d mentioned the first class mile high club and slipped the envelope into the pocket of her apron. Sarah picked up the envelope, opening it just enough to riffle through the wad of bills. Making a decision she opened a cupboard, tucking the envelope in her bag before throwing back the rest of the champagne, and making her way to his seat.

He took her hand leading her towards the toilet, “You don’t mind? I want the whole experience.” Sarah nodded thinking that at least there weren’t any cameras in there. He opened the door and she slipped in, moving so he could follow her and close the door. She faced him waiting for him to take the lead, in the confines of the cubicle there was very little room to manoeuvre and he quickly pulled her against him. He ducked his head to kiss her and Sarah leant into him, tasting the whiskey he’d just drunk. He continued kissing her, one hand running down her back to stroke her bottom, the other sliding between them to squeeze her breast. He paused for a breath before kissing her down neck continuing to work her flesh with his hands.

As she relaxed she slid a hand down to stroke the bulge showing through his trousers. He unbuttoned her shirt and lifted one tit out of her bra taking it in his mouth, as his hand slid under her skirt, moving up her thigh and cupping her pussy, sucking harder on her nipple as he felt the wetness soaking her knickers. He pushed them to one side sliding a finger into her easily, while she unfastened his fly, freeing him so she could stroke his length, feeling him swell and harden in her hand. He pulled his fingers out of her cunt and lifted them to his mouth, licking them before putting his hands on Sarah’s hips and lifting her onto the edge of the sink. He held her knickers to one side as she guided him into her, wrapping her legs around his thighs pulling him tight against her, and rolling her hips to make the most of the small space. He started thrusting harder, bumping against the wall, and she moaned feeling herself getting close to coming. He moved his hand to her nipple pinching and twisting and she came, tightening around him as her orgasm crashed over her. Feeling her orgasm pushed him over the edge and he came, panting and moaning, as he leant into her.

Sarah straightened her skirt, checking her shirt was buttoned properly, and smoothing her hands over her hair, before slipping on her jacket. Checking all was in place she opened the exit door, as her passengers left she smiled, “Thank you for flying with us, we do hope you’ll come again.”


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Book Review – The Silver Chain

Silver Chain

The Silver Chain is the first book in the Unbreakable Trilogy by Primula Bond, and you can also check her out on twitter.

One dark evening in London, photographer Serena Folkes is indulging her impulsive side with a night-time shoot. But someone is watching her – mysterious entrepreneur Gustav Levi. Serena doesn’t know it yet, but this handsome stranger will change her life forever…

Serena is fascinated by Gustav, the enigmatic owner of the Levi Gallery, and she soon feels an irresistible pull of attraction. The interest is mutual, and Gustav promises to launch Serena’s photographic career at his gallery, but only if Serena agrees to become his exclusive companion.

To mark their agreement, Gustav gives Serena a bracelet to wear at all times. Attached to it is a silver chain of which he is the keeper. With the chain Gustav controls Serena physically and symbolically – a sign that she is under his power.

As their passionate relationship intensifies, Gustav’s hold on the silver chain grows stronger. But will Gustav’s dark past tear them apart?

This was the third book I had read by this author and I feel this is more of an erotic romance than just straight-forward erotica. At first I wasn’t quite sure what I thought, it seems to start off slowly but by the end I was right there with the characters. I cried, laughed, gasped……and yes got that fun tingly feeling at the ‘sparky’ parts.

The story’s tension builds perfectly, I felt a strong connection to Serena almost immediately, and as the story progresses you really see her character develop.  When we first meet Serena she seems fragile and almost innocent….or maybe more naive than innocent, and as the book continues we don’t see her character change we just see more of her that was hidden at the beginning, we get glimpses into why she behaves the way she does. While Gustav’s character seems to be a bundle of contradictions wrapped up in a very controlling package, it is only as the story goes on, we find that he is not at all what he seems, and like Serena is very much a product of his past.

That was one of the things I loved about this book, the characters were very believable, they were so well-developed that you felt they could be people you knew, and as the story progressed you truly wanted to know what happened to them, to find out how their lives continued. I was very glad when I came to the end of The Silver Chain that I already had the second book in the series, because I really wanted to keep reading.  If you’re thinking of a purchase would definitely suggest you buy the whole trilogy at the same time.

There will probably be comparisons to the Fifty Shades books, however I feel it is a comparison that does THIS trilogy a disservice; these books are smart, well-written, carefully thought-out, and show a master-slave relationship as a mutual relationship involving trust and respect. I can only hope they become even half as popular.


If you would like to purchase these books (or any others by this author) they can be found on Amazon.com  or on Amazon.co.uk


*Disclaimer – I received this book for free from the author but was under no obligation to review it here.

Memory Tricks

It’s funny how our memory works. When we have someone we want to forget and every little thing brings them to mind.

I had a chicken roasting, and was making espresso, and somehow a switch in my brain flicked.  Suddenly I was taken back to another time, another kitchen, and you were there.

Your arms sneaking round me, sliding your hands under my shirt to weigh my tits before pulling me back against you. Your hard-on pressed against my back. I turn my head and tilt it up to kiss you, then laughing I push you away so I can finish making the coffee. We drink it while leaning against the kitchen counter, eating roast chicken with our fingers.  When I go and drop the cups in the sink you reach out and grab my arm, pulling me against you and kissing me hard. I run my hands up your back, feeling your body firm under my touch. You turn me, trapping me against the counter, and continuing to kiss me as your hand slides up my shirt squeezing my breast, and making me gasp as you pinch the nipple. You move back slightly grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it off over my head, then dropping your head and sucking my nipple, your hand working the other. Then when you switch your mouth to the other nipple you drop your hand, teasing my clit until I’m shaking, then sliding your fingers into me and slowly fucking me with them. Until the throbbing peaks and I clench around them. Supporting me as I catch my breath, you grin and then pull me towards the bedroom.

Breathing hard and gripping the work top, I blink at finding myself alone in my much smaller kitchen. Part of me can still feel your fingers in me, you biting my nipple, and yet the part of me that is back in the present is aware of being alone, and feeling bereft……….and more than a little bit horny. 😀

Sharing Good News

So I recently made the decision to do something that is a fairly big deal; I applied to do postgraduate study at a university across the country. Now this is only the application stage, I may not even get asked to go for an interview, let alone get a place on the course, and even if I get on the course I may not be able to get funding and might have to defer.

What has really upset me is the reaction of some of my ‘friends’. Now some have been really supportive; in fact two who live in the area where the uni is have offered to help me with house hunting and things like that, others promising they will visit me if I move. However a few people have been quite unsupportive, one only asking me what I will do about therapy (I haven’t even started therapy here yet, I am still on the waiting list), another just said thanks for letting me know (WTF).

This was good news I shared, and a really big deal considering how much I ave been struggling lately, and out of my ‘real’ world friends only a handful managed to summon any support and enthusiasm it. The rest barely seemed to even acknowledge it, I didn’t expect much, just a good luck/fingers crossed would have done. People on twitter have been way more supportive than over half of my actual friends.


So this is for my lovely twitter followers. A big thank you for being so supportive and encouraging. It really means a lot. xxx