As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, this year’s birthday provided some unexpected treats. One of the main one’s being tied to our hotel bed and used for Master’s pleasure. Read about the day and weekend here.
To be frank I’m pretty much living my best life right now (well I was before the dreaded lurgy arrived). That’s not to say I can’t look back at some fabulous halcyon days before this relationship. August has always been a good time for me, it’s my birthday don’t you know, so I deserve to be happy in August. I think the best were when my son was young and we did family stuff with my parents, brothers and their families. But in terms of love and sex on a hot August day or night, the best will be now.
August tends to be the hottest and most humid part of the year in these climbs. Though the weather itself was consistently better in April and May, but that’s unpredictable in England. Forecasters tell us we would reach the canicular over this coming weekend and certainly yesterday was scorching. Yippee because we’re currently staying at a a country hotel for the weekend and I’ve been able to lounge around naked in our room, swim in the hotel pool and sip cocktails on the lanai. This birthday signifies a turning point in the year (hopefully) because it is our first trip away since March.
When we arrived on Thursday (which was my birthday) Master removed some strapping from his bag and promptly fed the two long ends under the bed. To these he secured cuffs for ankles and wrists. He isn’t known as gadget man for nothing. Later that night, after a cool bath he secured me to the bed and both teased and aroused me. So much so that even before the wand had done it’s job of bringing me to the storm of an orgasm the juices were tricking from my cunt.
Most of our sex takes place in the mornings, something I’ve spoken about before. In August that is probably just as well, because there is nothing like writhing around the bed deluged in sweat. We waited till this morning for that. After the heat of yesterday there is a cool breeze this morning. I could feel it through the open windows (this is sadly not a place with air conditioning but it’s a big old house). We haven’t had much sex lately, we just haven’t felt like it. But as soon as he opened his eyes this morning I could tell he was in the mood and so was I. Sometimes those spontaneous quickies are as good as the long and drawn out events. This was definitely one of those. As I sit here now 3 hours later I still feel the satisfaction of lasting arousal.
Today we have a small family gathering with my brother and partner, my son and his wife and my mum. There will be food (which I’m cooking) and a pleasant time in mum’s garden. Then we’ll come back here to the hotel for our final evening before going home tomorrow.
We’ll have a final cocktail of bottle of something cool and take a stroll around the grounds. Sadly there’s no lake, but there is a beautiful herb and flower garden. we’ll take in the tranquility, then retire to our hot room where hopefully sleep and perhaps more awaits. The events of recent months have made me appreciate this time away from home all the more.
Photo from Thursday will appear later for Sinful Sunday. This post is using the big sexy words for August and is also posted for The blog days of summer.
This last fortnight’s Kink of the Week topic has been washing and grooming. I’ve always found being in the bath or shower together to be a very intimate experience. We take a bath together reasonably often, but this usually involves sitting at opposite ends. During those times we tend to soak, relax and chat. Sometimes with wine or something sparkling. Other times it will be a way to sooth aching muscles, like when we have been doing something strenuous like decorating. Our shower cubicle is small, so we don’t tend to get in there together. But there have been some occasions when we’ve stayed in hotel rooms with amazing bathrooms. Or even rooms with bathtubs in the room, then things can be a little different. There have also been times when Master has shaved me. Memorable hotel rooms and bathrooms
Memorable hotel rooms and bathrooms
In 2014, towards the end of our first year together Master took me to Amsterdam for the weekend. We stayed in a hotel with amazing themed rooms. Ours contained a huge jacuzzi bath, steam room and sauna. There was also the hugest bed I’ve ever seen. As you can imagine, we made some fabulous memories there. Plus we even found time to get out and about.
Having the space to be naked, not just for sex or play really was fabulous. This was a restorative break as my dad had recently died. I loved that we could shower together, including washing each other. Also that we could sit in the sauna and spend time in the jacuzzi. That set a precedent for some of what has come since.
We’ve only once since had a room with a bath that wasn’t in a separate room and that was also in Holland. But we’ve stayed in some wonderful places and enjoyed beautiful bathrooms.
Unlike many Dominants Master is a lover of pubic hair on his girl. Early on he required that I keep myself groomed so that there was a landing strip for him to use. It would be safe to say that I’ve been better at complying with this in the past rather than now. However, from time to time he decides he wants to shave me. I usually use a depilatory cream, but he prefers the shave. This Sinful Sunday image is from just such an occasion.
There is something extremely intimate, and also for me, submissive to him doing this to me, his property. I do believe that shave led on to sex and other activities!
This is one of the photos taken last March when we celebrated Master’s birthday. A beautiful spring day as I think you can see from the image. I’m not sure where we’ll be on his birthday this year, it’s a special year for him and he is choosing where we’ll go. Hopefully though there will be lots of opportunities for photos and plenty of bright new days to come.
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We are spending the weekend in an Airbnb in Amsterdam. Mostly we hae been spending time with a friend who is not in such a good plae right now. But also having some fun. Sadly there is no great view as the large window in our bedroom overooks a drab courtyard Outside revealing shots are tricky as it has been very cold and wet. But in the kitchen area is a wonderful mirror, covered in wonderfuly positive words. I’ve nmed it the mirror of positivity. So, this week’s Sinful Sunday image is a simple selfie taken of me reflected in the mirror of positivity.
In the next couple of hours we will make our way to the station for the short trip into London and the event of the year – Eroticon. What with holiday, post holiday and what not, I haven’t quite been on top of preparations this year. As I write this at 12.30pm I still have a couple of items in the tumble dryer that I am planning to take.
This is our third year and I guess that makes us old hands. But of course we will be meeting new people and learning new things, so I don’t think there will be anything old about the occasion.
Each year so far I have written my eroticon diaries and this will be no exception. I just hope I can keep up. I am a little nervous (as usual) about the meet and greet. While I am an extravert I do struggle with people I don’t know, or don’t know well. I really prefer to stick with friends etc. However last year I made a real effort and so will go into the bar tonight knowing more people. I have also engaged more fully with people online including twitter, which I hope will help.
Tomorrow will be the conference proper and I am going without really studying the programme. Instead we are going to just go with what takes our fancy in the moment. Also, experience tells me that some of the sessions will be more crowded than others and sometimes that helps decision making. Over the past year I have written much more fiction and I want to continue to develop those skills. So I will be looking for sessions that might support that objective.
As I mentioned in our virtual meet and greet we won’t be staying at the hotel where the socials are taking place, but instead at our favourite London hotel near to Kings Cross and Euston stations. This suits us as we like our ‘alone’ time and also we love it there. But we are just a short tube or longer walk away. I’m hoping this year I get to spend a bit more time with some of my favourite bloggers and that might mean hanging around the bar of the hotels where the socials are. Maybe we might even entice one or two people over to our place. Who knows.
I’ll try to keep up with these posts over the weekend, as it is great to look back at them afterwards.
Let the fun begin. Well once I’ve done the packing……….
We are away again. Yes, just when I really need to be at home packing, we are staying in a hotel. Yesterday Master attended a reunion at his school. After 40 years, some of the class of 1978 came together. My own 40 year reunion, if we have one isn’t so far off and that feels really weird. Apparently the number 1 record when they left school was: You’re the one that I want. How on earth could Grease be 40 years ago?
Anyway, I digress. Our room at this country hotel, on the very edge of London has its own golf course. I was awake early this morning, as it is such a bright and sunny day and I saw that people were setting off for their round at 7.30! Crazy people.
This is the view from our window.
This is the view on the other side of the window. The non-golfer’s view
Anyone for golf?
This is the third year that I have participated in Blogging A-Z. This year i am going to try to make my topics a little more mainstream. They will, however clearly link to kink and may on occasion be NSFW.
A is for Amsterdam
Amsterdam is important to Master and I for many reasons. For him it is a place he went to work during a difficult time in life, but it is a place of many happy memories. Work may have been challenging at times, but he learned the language (as much as is possible for an English person) and he explored much more of the country than is usual. Sex was important part of his life at that time, something he explored through the sex workers he met during that time. One of those lovely ladies is now a friend to us both, her life is different now. But our friendship was created through theirs in the late 90’s.
I have some fantastic memories of our trips to that wonderful city. It is interesting to visit a city such as Amsterdam with someone who knows it so well. This means that we steer clear of the most tourist focused areas, including most of the red light district and pubs. Instead we have a few favourite restaurants and bars and explore great canal areas, buildings and galleries. On one trip we travelled out to Otterlo, home of the Kröller-Müller museum and Hoge Veluwe National Park. We cycled around the park in early spring and visited the wonderful collection of paintings including many by Van Gough.
We have stayed in some beautiful hotel rooms in Amsterdam, a boutique hotel where I tried my first dutch gin in the little honesty bar. A huge room with its own large jacuzzi bath and sauna. As well the hotel for our trip in December, before our stay got extended due to the snow.