Blog 16: Lacy Lingo for Lingerie Larry

Can it be true? A man who can talk knowledgeably and informatively about bras, panties and suspender belts??? I think I've hit Le Jackpot!


My new chatting buddy is hypnotic in his understanding of cup sizes and silk stockings. All thoughts of Sailor Jerry have been well and truly erased. (Good job really, seeing as he is now at sea ... indefinitely!)



So, being the shallow, wanton Cougar that I am, I have decided to entertain the man who works in the lacy underworld of ribbons and frills and make  Lingerie Larry (not his real name) my next conquest.

Before I do, I feel the need to review my achievements thus far:-

No. 1.  Inadvertently made myself an online Cougar.
No. 2.  Made executive decisions regarding age & experience for potential suitors.
No. 3.  Achieved contact via Cougar mail.
No. 4.  Enjoyed sms pleasure.
No. 5.  Scored a date.
No. 6.  Achieved 'cum hungry whore' status!

I'm thinking it's high time I achieved a whole lot more and Lingerie Larry looks set to fulfil my next mission. (May the Corset be with you.)

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Tee hee ... I don't know how this has happened, but I've just agreed to meet Lingerie Larry for a date in nothing but fur coat; no knickers!

Did not see that one coming ha ha!

Blog 15: Fallen Angel?

*** M I S S I O N   A C C O M P L I S H E D ***

I've done it! ...
I had my first 'meet' ... I'm still alive ....&...I loved every minute!

Phew! Totally flushed with the excitement of my dating success.

I feel like a cross between a 'wanton hussy' and a 'fallen angel'!

.... and it feels GOOD ...

If I feel this good after the first attempt ... just imagine how I'll feel after the second???

Feverishly, I tap away at my keyboard, addicted to being online ... morning, noon & night!  My mental fix is the merest thought of ... what next? ... who next? ... and when???

Meanwhile, deep (deep) down inside, I have a massive girly admittance ...
[in a breathy whisper, I say] ... I think I've fallen in 'love' with Sailor Jerry!!!

.... FALLEN? ... hook, line and sinker ...

(horrific angling metaphor when describing love pangs for a navy boy who (apparently) has been a member of the 'Dead Hand Gang' ...anyone? ...anyone??)

Weeeeell he is my first ... and who doesn't fall for their 'first' eh?

 No! No! No! ... and again ... NO! This is not supposed to happen. I am a mature, independent Cougar who laughs in the face of romance and positively writhes to the rhythm of life ;-)

I need to get a grip!

Incidentally, did I tell you my six reasons for dating a sailor? Ha ha!

1. They'll always float your boat.
2. They know how to shiver ya timbers.
3. They know how to make a motion in your ocean.
4. They know what to do when things get rough ... and ...
5. It's always Women and Children first. But best of all ...
6. There's THE UNIFORM!

Oh 'hello', who do we have chatting online? Larry ... who works for a well known ladies underwear company.  Hmmmm, any man who can talk knowledgeably on lacy lingerie and saucy stockings is my kind of man.

Although, thinking practically for a second, I think my next 'mission' should include penetrative sex ... or is that just being down right demanding? No, decision made, after a fun filled time with Sailor Jerry, it is now time to play with the big boys (as it were!). Maybe, Lingerie Larry will be the one to go where no man's been for a very, very long time ;-)

Blog 14: All Aboard The Good Ship Lollipop!

Taking him fully in my mouth, I suck on his Good Ship Lollipop and look him square in the eyes.

With painstaking effort, Sailor Jerry manages to focus enough to ask what the 'minor problem' is.

"I'm flying the red menstrual flag for England", I manage to mutter.

"Oh. That's ok. I'm sure we can work around that", he says.

I'm thinking, trust me, you really don't want to work around my menstrual flow!

 ...Oh God! What a bloody rookie error? Here I am, on my first raunchy meet and I go and stuff the whole thing up by forgetting to review my menstrual calendar ... doh!


Meanwhile, this wonderful, exciting and somewhat good-looking man has just driven 6 hours to see me ... on a promise! 

Taking the bull by the horns, and in a bid to look cool and calm, I grab my leather belt and continue tying him to the bed. Tormenting him in a playful manner, I find myself perusing the 'condiments' table and without thinking, I place the mini teapot on his tummy ...it looks totally incongruous ... and yet ... very funny.

Hmmm, it's at this point I think the devil may have jumped inside my body because before I knew it, sachets of sugar were being rubbed into beautifully shaven genitalia. Now let me see, there's one thing missing??? I know! ... A PHOTO!!!!

To say we laughed and giggled our way through the most amazing time, is an understatement. However, after much fun and frolics, an urgency took hold and with me on my knees and Sailor standing in front of me ... he cums in my mouth.

Later, as we wait for our sweat to dry and heart beats to return to normal, I say "correct me if I'm wrong, but did you call me a 'cum hungry whore' as you gizzed in my mouth?"

Chuckling breathlessly he says, "yes, is one offended?"

"Baby," I say, "you can call me CUM HUNGRY WHORE any time you like" ha ha!

Blog 13: Unlucky for some ...

Stripped down to nothing but what nature gave him, I command Sailor Jerry to lie on the bed.

Picking up my kit bag, I pull out THE CHAIN and chain him to the wooden post.

"Stay there", I command. "Don't move. I'll be back in a minute."

Walking into the ample bathroom I open up my kit bag and set-out my wares - ready for action!

Taking a moment to listen at the door, I ask the sailor if he's ok. Yes, he says. Yes what?, I demand. Yes, Mistress! [Good little sailor boy!]

Giggling to myself, I unhook my basque, remove my fishnet tights and replace them with long black stockings with a red bow at the top, lacey black panties and a mega lift and squoosh black lacey bra.

Taking a moment to 'visit' the bathroom. I finish and freshen all departments with a quick wash and a spray of some hedonistic scent guaranteed to send the Sailor over the edge of reason!!

Walking to the edge of the bed, I lean over and feather kisses all over his face.
Pushing his legs apart, I kneel between them as I stroke his body.
Leaning back, I remove a stocking and place it around his hard cock.
Removing the second stocking, I lean forward and tie it around his eyes ...blindfold.
Straddling him, I run my nails gently down his chest and say ....

"Minor problem. I see it as a minor problem. I'm hoping you do too???"