The delectable Mrs Smith

I still need to get around to writing about the Smiths but I just needed to have a brag moment about how much of a goddess Mrs Smith is.

I.Seriously. Just. Can’t. Even.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think my first girl experience would be with such an easygoing, amazing specimen of a woman.

I don’t really want to say specimen as if I’m inferring that Mrs Smith is a piece of meat…but dayumnnn this woman is fiiiiiiiine.

Mrs Smith is seriously a doppelganger for Shannon Elizabeth (Nadia from the American Pie movies), no joke.   More doppelganger in figure (although also dark-haired), and a certainly more womanly body….part Nadia, part Jessica Rabbit and 100% goddess.

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On love

I’ve recently discovered an amazing writer and came across this description of love that he had written, which really resonated with me:

I completely agree that hate is best broken down by spreading more love.

I love the first line of the above paragraph:

Love is that feeling where great desire mixes with a deep connection of belonging and acceptance.

I have been contemplating whether it is possible to truly know whether you really feel love for someone (as opposed to lust or idealised infatuation) when you don’t know them very well, and I think the above really helps clarify that for me.

A “deep connection of belonging and acceptance”, in my eyes, can be summed up by a feeling of somewhere or someone who feels like home.

As someone who grew up without ever truly identifying with a place or person that felt “like home” until I was an adult, I do believe I can honestly say that my feelings of “home” aren’t laced with memories and child-like wonder.

For me, home is where the heart is.

When you quieten your mind and surrender to the silence, what do you feel? What does your soul tell you?

When your energy flows freely and you have balanced chi, what answers are unveiled?

When you connect with someone who feels like “home” (where you belong and feel accepted), whether that connection is platonic or romantic, why is there so much fear in showing love? In giving love? In spreading love?

Although I guess the fear isn’t in the actions, but in labeling such actions vocally as love.

If we desire to quash the spread of hate in the world, why be so quiet about love?

I do genuinely ask this, as I continue to heal and ponder my future romantic love – as someone with virtually zero relationship experience apart from my marriage. If you truly feel love in your bones, in your soul, in the very essence of your being…..if you are able to give your love freely, without expectation of it being returned….if your giving of love doesn’t have conditions (….because they love me……because they put me up on a pedestal..) then why not shout your love from the rooftops, so to speak?

If your love makes someone uneasy or afraid, then they are not ready for your love.

Sure it may hurt that your love is not returned, but you just need to love yourself harder.

Keep filling our own cup.  Nourishing yourself. Loving yourself.

Because your vibe attracts your tribe – and when you are shining so luminously, you will also become a beacon, brightening the world…..spreading light….

And with so much light, it’s much harder for the dark to set in.

Shine brightly, my friends x

Midnight O’Cock

He spotted me as I parked, walking over to collect me from my car.  Pulling me in for a kiss, it was nice to enjoy his comfortable playfulness again.

Taking my hand, he guided me across the grass in the dark in search of the familiar bench beneath the trees.  I giggled at the memory of losing my underwear the last time we’d fucked here. Fortunately tonight was quite balmy, so I had met him in a dress commando.

Arriving at the bench, we kissed some more and he got me to perch up on the back of the bench whilst he got down to feast on me.  Getting up, he told me how much he’d been looking forward to this in his last hour at work, which was evidenced by his bulging hard cock.  I took it into my mouth and enjoyed swallowing his cock, working my way up and down his shaft.

It was almost midnight and we both had to get up early for work, so it wasn’t long before he put on a condom and entered me from behind.  I hinged over for a better angle and realised that I was able to easily bounce on his cock as we were both standing, using the bench to steady myself.  I enjoyed riding him this way for a short time before he also began to rhythmically pound me. He withdrew and sat on the bench so I could mount him.  I rode him briefly as he sat, before he stood up, with me wrapped around him.

He continued to thrust into me as he held me up, my legs wrapped around his waist – a position I quite enjoy with him as he seems to be able to hold me up comfortably. But tonight I was craving to be fucked quick, hard and dirty – so, putting me down and turning me around, he once again entered me from behind. Fucking me deeply as I grinded my hips back into him, hinging forward onto the bench. It felt so good to have him inside me, I lifted one leg to wrap behind him and draw him in closer, enjoying feeling his cock hit me in all the right spots.

Returning my leg to the ground, I hinged forward again as he pummeled me with his cock, making me gasp in delight as I got closer and closer before he erupted.  Feeling a  throbbing cock erupt, as I am on the brink of climax, always seems to make me follow suit in the most delicious fashion.  I felt my pussy pulse as he was inside me, enjoying the most delightful release.

Carefully withdrawing from me, I turned around, pulling the top of my dress down to enjoy some skin whilst he caught his breath. After cleaning himself up, we kissed a little more before he walked me back to my car.  Passing a water fountain along the way, he paused to have a drink.

At my car, he once again pulled me in for a deep kiss before we said goodnight and parted ways.

Mr & Mrs Smith

Well, that escalated quickly.

I had the most amazing, energy-filled, vibe-connecting evening with an incredible married couple last night.  Very much my kind of people.

After happening upon Mrs Smith via TheSite about a week ago, only engaging in a very brief initial messenger chat, I decided to reach out and tell her more about myself.  I had known that I liked what I saw of her thus far and was pretty sure she & Mr Smith liked what they had seen of me.

After sending through more details about me sometime after dinner, a little messenger chat ensued during which I was invited over.

I will write more about our deliciously divine encounter soon, but I just wanted to stop in to say WOW. Lucky me!

Please don’t go

Since our most recent spate of sporadic messaging, things have been more subdued with TheMaster……no doubt due to the craziness of our individual versions of “fucking hell” that we are both working through – not only with the ending of our respective marriages but our wider lives too.

The quietness hasn’t really bothered me at all as I truly appreciate how difficult things must be right now, as my reality has been similar but different.

However, my soul yearns for a wonderful man, who can’t be in my life right now – but I know that he is worth the wait.

My heart aches for him but it does not hurt; it pines, but not with sadness.

He is such a fierce protector, nurturer and carer that he thinks we should say goodbye…..out of fear that his lack of presence hurts me too much – it kills him to think that I hurt.

But I don’t hurt from his lack of presence or response.

Such a statement of his makes my heart swell even more.

Some may call me naive, foolish or accuse me of wearing rose-coloured glasses – but this? This, I feel in my bones.

Magenta: My truth is that I would like to see you this year – whether it is November or any other time.  But I am conscious of your fucking hell & health.  No expectations or obligations, but that is my truth.

Master: Morning M, I’ll make sure we catch up when you are in town but I think it’s best we agree that should be our goodbye.  Whilst I know you are happy with presence, it kills me knowing that you send ten messages to my one.  With every non-response, I know it hurts you, and I don’t want to hurt you anymore.

Magenta: I’m sorry it kills you but that is you – it doesn’t kill me.  Don’t let something that isn’t true kill you.  You don’t hurt me – I know my choices, I moved on from such a while ago.  You can choose to walk away if you wish, if that is your truth, but I choose to stay.   I’m no crazybitch but I will be here. I’m happy to own my choice.

Master: 😘