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???"

Blog 12: Whips & Chains ...

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THIS IS IT! 

My first ever meet!

I'm dressed for the part.


Fishnets ... basque ...slutty heels ... 
what more could a sailor ask for?

A whip?  ... check!
Chain? ... check!


I make my way to the agreed rendez-vous point. In a fit of nerves, I call him as I walk the final few steps and turn a corner ... 'I can see you', he says. He gasps, loudly, 'Oh my God! You are gorgeous!', he exclaims.

We fall into each others arms and hands are EVERYWHERE!

I bundle myself into the passenger seat and, in a bid to be slightly responsible, I ask if I can sms his numberplate to my best friend ... (as he rams his hands between my thighs!).

Running into the room, I fling my kit bag on the four poster and exclaim my pleasure at our romantic setting. Openly teasing him for having fully unpacked all his toiletries in the en-suite bathroom, I command him to kneel on the chaise at the foot of the bed.

Climbing on the bed, I sit in front of him.  Gently leaning back, I open my legs and place a black stiletto on his left shoulder. He goes to touch me ...'ah, ah, ah!', I say 'no touchy ...sailor boy ... just looky!'. [He gasps!]

Raising my right leg, I press the sharp heal into his chest and command him to undo the buckle on my slutty shoes. He deftly removes them and returns his arms back to his sides in an obedient kneeling military 'attention'.

Wiping my toes over his mouth, I allow him to kiss, but not touch, his way around my foot ... down my calf ... behind my knee and up the back of my thigh.

We repeat the process on the other leg ...

We are mutually absolutely loving the experience.

'Take your top off, sailor', I say.

He does.

'Nice!', I gasp!

'Stand up, Sailor and remove those jeans ... NOW!'

Blog 11: Soapy Suds for Sailor Jerry ...

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I'm in the bath.

[JOKE - couple in the tub. One says, 'Where's the soap?'
The other says, 'It does doesn't it!']

He's in the car.

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Sailor Jerry has been on the road for 4 out of 6 hours. 

Our text messages gather momentum.

He's thinking of me.  I'm scrubbing my back.

I'm thinking of him.  He's trying to focus on the road (and not on his throbbing cock).

We are as excited as each other!

The seconds melt away as I scrub, smooth and moisturise myself for him.

My lovely sailor has come up trumps. 

He's only gone and booked a romantic retreat in the country .....

......with a sodding four poster bed in it.

YES!

* * *   A FOUR POSTER BED!!!! * * *

Holy shit ..he's sent me a photo from the room.  It looks like THIS ......

I'm soooo gonna do some damage to that bed!

Blog 10: Aye Aye Popeye!

Me and Sailor Jerry are riding on the crest of a wave. Not only have we  progressed to talking on the phone; but we've agreed that ...

I like him.

He likes me.

Let's get together and see what we see!!!

OMG! He's agreed to drive from the South Coast for 6 hours in order to meet up with his naughty little Vixen Sea Cadet ...LOL!

KINKY OUTFIT?

'Sorted!'

Cheeky obedience lessons are now required ... hmmmm ... now, let me see ... how does one salute a sailor???  Come to think of it, how's does one salute full-stop???

  

Quick phone call to forces friend for inside information. Call goes something like this ...

Me: "Hello, Special Agent X, sea cadet HG here. Need your help."

Him: [sigh] "Whaaaat?"

Me: "Er, would you be willing to show me your salute?" [yes, I did snigger cheekily!]

Him: [stoney silence]

Me: "Okay, guessing you aren't going to entertain THAT conversation." [adopting a little girly voice] "Erm, is there a special procedure to executing the correct forces salute?" [Succinct question with gravitas]

Him: "Why?"

Me: "Chuh ... don't ask whyyyyyy, just tellll meeeeee" [yep, I adopted the "voice" again!]

Him: "They say, 'longest way up; shortest way down'." [we hang up]

"Ooooooo, INTERESTING!"

Cum 'ere sailor boy ...   my tongue is gonna show you ...
 longest way up; shortest way down ;-)

Blog 9: Easter Eggs Ahoy!

So, I give my number to sailor boy and await my first text. I wait ... 10 seconds has past. I wait ... 20 seconds has past. I wait ... ping ping ping ... YEEHAH ...he's replied!!!

First things first, save the number. But what do I save it under? Ah ha ... I know .. . how about Sailor Jerry? Yes! I like that. Sailor Jerry it is!

We chit and we chat. I'm liking what we're saying. Sailor Jerry is making me feel a million dollars. He's clearly done this before. And, what a pro?! I reckon I could learn a thing or two off this one ...ha ha!

I dare to send him a photo.
I pray he likes me. 

OMG! 

He really likes me!
He reciprocates! 

PHWOR!

All my Easter Eggs have arrived in one beautiful basket!!!

[There is a God ...and he wears Budgie Smugglers!]

Blog 8: Rhyming Couplets? Nooooo! Salty Sea Shanties? Yes!

Today's blog slams the door in the face of couples demanding sex and opens the porthole to a jolly jack tar.

Firstly, I've managed to piss our rampant couple of 26 years off! (See Blog 7.) Unfortunately, I haven't responded quickly enough and Kevin's taken the trouble to remind me in his unique and highly sophisticated way ...

Kevin & Tracey's enticing photo!

"oh well you may of dumped my last mail bet your overwellmed with mail we get it some days well were a couple would love a chatt were up rd 3 mile fancy a brew sometime xx kevin an tracey together 26yr unmarried xx"

Do you want to know if I replied?

Of course I did!

"Sorry to take so long to reply," I say.  "I think the site has initially sent you a standard message by way of introduction. I haven't approached anyone on this site yet. Didn't mean to make you feel as if I'd ignored you."

Translation = I've read your bastard email now fuck off and marry ya bint of 26 years!

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OMG! I can't breathe .... I've got me a live one here ... A SAILOR!!! 

Ahoy me old matey and rub a dub dub ...ha ha! 

We swap emails = good. 

We exchange mobile numbers = good. 

Feeling empowered, I let the text games commence! 

Blog 7: Too Hot To Handle?

A weekend of flirting has slowed my blogging down, not to mention April Fool's Day. Ok, time to review my Inbox statistics = 240 ...

• Messages (126)
•  Winks (92)
• Gifts
•  Favourites (20)
• Support (2)

Feeling fearless in the face of all these admirers, I enter into dialogue with someone cunningly disguised under the 'handle' of WASABI.

LOL ... Wasabi? Isn't that some sort of hot horseradish-like sauce? Aaaaahhh, I get it .... right ...(head nodding moment). 

Ok, this could be the one to crack open my crackberry and enter into the land of spanking hot messages ...maybe ...even... photos!! I open the email and read ...

·        Dropping you a line from HomelyGirl ...........

To let you know that I have just joined the site and am looking to chat to fun fit men......why not come back to me and say hi! x x...and it claims to be sent from ME.  I am officially mortified.

The reply ..."droppin me a line dont bother pop round be much easyer were 3 miles apart an im part of a couple were not married but weve been together 26yrs now as good as she dont even look 26 yet shes like you so if ive mannaged to fuck her senceless enough to stop her wanting any other mans advances on her wich shes had so many im sure i could give you one of my sex marathons for sevral hours an who knows if you girls hit it off my traceys played before an tryed bi but not with all of my gf ive had but has with some why dont you pop over one evening for a social meet an have a few drinks an a chatt wiv us or just pop round in the day an ill fuck you silly an hour or two show you the electric lizzard as she calls me the fastest tongue in the west ha xx kevin an tracey say dont be shy cum say hi xx"

Question: Really ...would you?

Answer: Despite feeling like I want to educate the writer in grammar and spelling, I think I'll put this down to being an April Fool! ...it is ...isn't it???