Velvet Touch: 09/01/2011

To begin with I would like to apologize to everyone who struggled recently to post comments on my blog. I did not remove them, it was the powers that be. I presume they did this because the context of those lost comments pertained to something I said about the Sex at Oxbridge blog. For what it is worth, I think as many others do that her blog is comical not least because of its lack of sexual content. My blog is graphic because I am actually having phone sex, it is graphic because I do indulge in the role play I write about and finally it is graphic because I enjoy everything sexually that I get up. I hope my readers do as well.

I also find the Sex at Oxbridge blog laughable because I don’t think anyone could seriously believe that she really is at Oxbridge. I had a run in with the writer of that blog many months ago. Sufficed to say I am left in no doubt that I am more than able to take her on and that the writer of that blog does not attend either one of the institutions she has affiliated herself with. This is because if she did, as she claims, attend Oxbridge she would have shown some ability to put together a better more coherent blog than she does.

Moving away from the Oxbridge blog I thought I would share with you how I got on with my degree. I got a 2.1 BSc. I really struggled at the end of the course to stay motivated and positive. This is because I knew I wasn’t going to get a first but by the same token I knew I wouldn’t get less than a 2.1. Being in that situation didn’t give me much to fight for, there was no pressure to really excel. I knew my 2.1 was guaranteed. So a 2.1 it is and I have been told that it is better to get a 2.1 than a first anyway. I have been informed by someone who hires and fires in their day job that getting a first can make you unemployable. This is because when you are interviewed with a first you are unlikely to get the job simply because the interviewer may think you are likely to take their job further down the line. I would be interested to know if anyone else reading this has heard the same or has anything to add to the subject.

Anyway in part celebration of my degree result and in part celebration of my research partner’s return to the UK (he’s been away working) I arranged a reunion bash. This bash was not just reuniting he and I for sexual high jinx but also he, I and the lovely girls who took part in a previous post, 21st Century Vera Lynn. The phone sex that took place that night was highly sexually charged and I was eager to get the girls involved again. I wanted the girls to help me welcome my research partner home and help me pamper and satisfy him. The other girls, as gracious and as fun as I remembered them to be, were happy to help.

My plan for the evening was to get all four of us together and to treat my research partner as a king, imagining that he had his very own play boy mansion surrounded by beautiful sexy bunny girls who were devoted, for that evening at least, to satisfying him completely. The sound of my plan was very much music to the ears of my research partner. So we began one evening last week, him with two girls in one room on his camp and me at the end of a phone line dressed up in my very own bunny girl outfit, fish net hold ups, high heels, sequined bunny ears complete with a cotton bunny tail pinned to my see through knickers. As I placed my toy vibrated directly against my clit I got ready to dish out instructions to the other girls as to how the pampering and seduction of my research partner should commence.

The girls, as instructed, stripped my research partner bare. As he laid stretched out on the bed naked each of the two girls took a foot each. They began massaged his feet with, what I told was, sweet smelling oil. As the girls massaged his feet we all relaxed and chatted, I enjoy the girls company so it was good to catch up. Indeed I can see the appeal of swinging as a consequence of these get togethers. This is because you get to chat and have fun and frolics with lots of interesting and sexy people.If you had asked me a year ago about swinging I would have been sure it wasn’t for me but the good experiences I have had with the girls have changed my outlook, I am certainly warming to the idea. As the pampering continued and the girl’s hands moved higher, to my research partner’s ankles and calves and to his knees. I asked each girl to massage the back of his knees firmly, to really tease and turn him on until huge cock became hard and twitched with anticipation. I encouraged the girls to move on to his thighs, to press their fingers into his flesh and sooth his tired aching muscles. When I decided the girls had teased my research partner enough I suggested the girls take their hands and with gentle feather light touches stroke his cock and his balls not forgetting to pay attention to my research partner’s favourite area, his arse.

My research partner let out a satisfied moan as his favourite girls teased and touched his cock, balls and arse. There were so many fingers and so many sensations that soon his cock released a squirt of pre cum which, not to be wasted, fell onto one of the girls finger tips who without instruction rubbed it into the nipples of her full large tits. This display made it clear it was time, as the girls put it, for my research partner to be “sucked dry.” One girl used her tongue to lick his balls slowly while her finger stroked his arse back and forth while the other girl, her body straggled across his proceeded to take his cock inside her tight warm wet mouth and suck him hard up and down. Mean while I remained at the end of a phone line, happily orchestrating the play. I enjoyed hearing my research partner moan and the girls giggle as I cheerfully got myself off with my toy vibrating hard against my clit. I was a happy girl as I felt my pussy get wetter and wetter and felt my small clit swell. My clit, eager for attention, was rubbed side to side with my toy, I heard myself moan, crying out with delight. This was just the reunion we all needed.

The mood was perfect as both my research partner and I laid back, him enjoying the sight of two gorgeous girls tending to his every sexual need and me getting off to the sexy sounds of their threesome and the feel of my toy vibrating against my clit. Yes, the mood was perfect especially as my research partner came for the first time in appreciation of the wonderful blow job had received. It was suppose to be the first of many orgasms for all four of us. The plan was to carry on, to have a full on, no holds barred, sex session and this would have happened had it not been for one thing. Just as I announced it was ‘ the girl’s turn’ alarms on my research partner’s camp began blazing, signally a power cut and within seconds the phone line we were all sharing was dead. It was a communication black out that meant the end of play time and that was that. I was left alone on my bed, hot and horny, all dressed up with no one to satisfy and no one to satisfy me. By the time the problem was fixed hours had passed and when my research partner called again I was all but asleep, my outfit lingering somewhere on my bedroom floor. As frustrated as my research partner was at least he had come once, it was the girls who were left hanging.

This is not to say my research partner didn’t make it up to me the following night. When he rang that night, naked, we watched babestation together and admired the girls on the screen. He rubbed his cock as I instructed him to, firmly, with loads of cream, steadily and with purpose getting faster and faster, pushing him towards orgasm. All the while he listened to my cries and moans as I fucked myself hard with my toy. Yes he made it up to me that night and if you ask me, fuck saying it with flowers, say it will many many orgasms. If you ask me if boys want to show a girl they care they should make it their mission to make her squirt. For me this involves having my clit stroked until it is swollen and rock hard, stroked fast from side to side until my cunt is dripping and soaked through. All the while I like filthy suggestions growled gruffly into my ears. My research partner knows exactly what I like and I know exactly what he likes, he likes everything sexual and hasn’t done anything that he didn’t like. The reason why we have such good sexual chemistry is because we are both willing and eager to experiment.We enjoy hearing the other person cum. I love listening to him groan and the energy he has to go all night long. I just hope he made it up to the other girls in the same way he made the interruption up to me. I will let you know if he did. Hopefully there will be another session with the girls soon. Uninterrupted this time.