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Anyone for golf?

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?

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Packing

This is in the main a sex and  lifestyle blog but I am going to make no excuses for the fact that over the next few weeks much navel gazing will take place. I have around four weeks before I move from my home of 27 years and my emotions are a little raw. This post marks the fact I have begun the packing process.

I began to prepare for this moment last year. A fair amount of decluttering took place, but I like to keep some things close to me. Personal things that define me, my life and the family we have been. These include books, photos and CDs. Even though my entire catalogue of music is held on iTunes, I also have most of it in CD. There is music I have deleted from that collection because it might have been hubby’s preference but certainly not mine. It turns out that deleting digital records are less meaningful than giving up a CD.

It feels as if I am starting with the most difficult things first. Emotionally that is. for practical reasons I am beginning with the things i don’t physically need but tonight realised that this packing lark isn’t as straight forward as I imagined.

I have placed our photo albums and packets of photos in a pile. Much of that isn’t online anywhere and we will need to discuss who owns what. The CDs felt like an easy place to start. To some extent it is, he loves Motown, Whitney Houston, Barry White and so on. I have tastes that include The Beautiful South, REM and Robbie Williams. But there is significant overlap and so as I packed CDs I became incrementally indecisive.

Of course, he might decide that he wants none of the CDs, he may want to let me take all of our photos. There are books that I know belong to him, including some from childhood. Maybe he won’t want them either. Time will tell.

I might have been a little blasé about moving on from my marriage. After all, we have had enough time to think about it. But these decisions about who owns what will carry through to the bitter and. And we haven’t even got to the difficult stuff yet!

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Release

The photo for this week’s wicked Wednesday feels very poignant and so I am using it here. After 6 years of writing my blog, of sometimes living a lie but mostly waiting I will soon be free. A butterfly about to be released, to fly away.

My husband was unfaithful to me within 2 or 3 years of our marriage. A relationship that continued for 7 years. After I found out and came to terms with the reality. After also the decision was  made to continue with the marriage I made a deal with myself. Essentially I decided if, by the time my son (who was about 3 or 4 at the time) had grown up, I wasn’t happy, I would leave the marriage. For many years I forgot about it and just lived in the moment, it wasn’t as if we were always unhappy because we weren’t.

But the memories sat on my shoulder and every now and then something happened or words were spoken that reminded me. And one day soon after my son, now grown up, left for university I realised that the time had come.

I felt trapped. The good daughter wife and mother who realised she was living a lie.

Fast forward

Today, about 7 years later and 5 since I was first unfaithful to my husband I am preparing to break free. At last.

If I had my life over again I would do things differently, maybe.

I stayed in the marriage because I thought it was the right thing for my son and because I was scared. It took me years to build the confidence to explore and to become the person I am. Maybe too, the person I needed to be with also had to be in the right place, right time.

Within a month I will have moved from my home of 27 years. I will be with my lover, my Master, the man I want to be with. In 9 weeks I will have left my job and have some space, to be me.

Meantime there is a lot to do. Life is going to be busy and tiring. I am probably going to struggle to cope and will probably say and do things that might later be regretted. Though I hope not.

It is time for me to be me. The future beckons and if I just flap my wings enough I will be that butterfly with the wind in her wings. Ready to land in my new home. With Master.

Footnote:

This came up on my repeat posts on Twitter today. Looking back defining moment

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Elust 107

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Photo courtesy of Cammies on the Floor

Welcome to Elust 107–

The only place where the smartest and hottest sex bloggers are featured under one roof every month. Whether you’re looking for sex journalism, erotic writing, relationship advice or kinky discussions it’ll be here at Elust. Want to be included in Elust #108? Start with the rules, come back July 1st to submit something and subscribe to the RSS feed for updates!

 

~ This Month’s Top Three Posts ~

Baby making…

I thought of GotN while fucking

Man-struation

 

~ Featured Post (Molly’s Picks) ~

Room 401

Compost

~Readers Choice from Sexbytes ~

The Shadows Fall Behind You

*You really should consider adding your popular posts here too*
All blogs that have a submission in this edition must re-post this digest from tip-to-toe on their blogs within 7 days. Re-posting the photo is optional and the use of the “read more…” tag is allowable after this point. Thank you, and enjoy!

 

 

Blogging

How and If to Continue

Erotic Fiction

Conference
driving lessons
Elegant is as Elegant does
Naked in the Rain
I’ll Watch
The Muse
Underdog
On the Dark Side
Cosmic
The Shadows Fall Behind You
The Key to Room 237 – The Embrace.

Thoughts & Advice on Sex & Relationships

On Letting Go
Not Bad, but Not Good
His Voice (and other things)
Compersion and the Green-Eyed Femdom
Kinky Fuckery

Erotic Non-Fiction

Our Largest Organ
The lovers joined
The Comfort of Familiar Sex

Thoughts & Advice on Kink & Fetish

Outside the Bubble
Are you on Collarspace.com? Read this
Selling Worn Knickers
My naked Mistress

 

 

 

 

Elust

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Good Morning

On the final morning of our holiday I got up to open the curtains. Behind me, someone with a phone took this picture. So, all I can do is to title this: Good Morning!

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Interlude

We are just back from a wonderful holiday. Our plane only landed at 6pm, we’re home and have eaten. It is now just after 10pm, we haven’t even opened our suitcases yet, so have a lot to do – tomorrow.

Tonight though we are chilling and watching some TV before heading to bed. So this is a slight interlude from normal blogging service. It is also Friday and so is Boob day.

This photo was taken last weekend and from a whole set Master took. Another of whichI posted for Sinful Sunday.

 

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My Trademark

This week’s Wicked Wednesday is about trademarks, for me that means a unique selling point. Something the product or indeed person is known for. Here on this blog my main trademark is  my name – MPB, but also the explicit and implicit ways the blog informs the reader who I am.

What does MPB mean?

The title of the blog is Master’s Pleasing Bitch (MPB), but what does that mean? MPB was a name given to me by Master at the beginning of our relationship over 4 years ago.

Let’s be clear, if anyone outside of this relationship called me a bitch, or even a pleasing bitch, I’d probably thump them. Well maybe not, but I would have something to say. What’s more, Master doesn’t go round calling me a bitch in public or in front of family and friends. But during a scene, when we have sex and at other times when we are alone he will refer to me as such. During those times I find the names he calls me ( there are more), arousing. I am turned on by being called his bitch. And from the start that is what he called me.

Being unique

I wouldn’t be happy if he called anyone else his bitch, though to be honest it could have happened. But I honestly don’t think anyone else will be MPB after me. In terms of the blog, I think people know me as MPB first and then as Julie. At times I worry I should have named the blog something more mainstream, but it does mean people can find me. Plus, it us unique!

My brand

Others have written about their branding for their Wicked Wednesday posts – Posyand Indieabout their names and how they came to be. Marie’spost is about about the marketing aspects of her blog and Livvy’s storyis about an actual branding. There are more, but I haven’t had chance to read them yet.

So, where does that lead me? Other than the name MPB, my brand, what other elements of  my trademark would be ways I demonstrate I am Master’s slave? I wear his collar and cuff, nipple and clitoral hood piercings as visible signs *the latter not visible to all of course). But always there are unwritten, unsaid signs  only he can see . Then there is the blog which is both written and seen. All of these are important ways in which I demonstrate my submission to him and my trademark to everyone else.

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You

1) If you were an ice-cream flavor, what would you be and why?

Hmm this is interesting. I’d love to say passion fruit, but that is probably Master. Maybe mint choc chip – I seem pretty cool, but suddenly you find something sweet, moist and I melt in your mouth. Well, in his mouth anyway!

2) What are the best sexy skills you bring to a sexual relationship?

Apparently I am a good fuck. I am also willing to try new things. Plus, I can and do come easily in the right hands and I come a lot.

3)What is the single largest problem causing you angst in your romantic relationship (current or most recent relationship)?

Just a few nerves about us moving in together (well me moving in with him). But that’s only because we have discussed it for so long and reality is beginning to hit home. I am pretty sure we will be fine.

4)What is the best part about being in a relationship with you?

I’m practical, I can cook and clean. Plus I can iron clothes, something Master seems reluctant to think is important, although perhaps he has the right idea. I also bring fun and humour. Sometimes real life with me is stranger and more interesting than fiction ever could be.

5)What is the biggest misconception that people have about you?

That because I am an extrovert I can’t also be shy and struggle to speak up in groups. I have to get to know people first.

6) Bonus:  When you look at old photos of yourself, do you like what you see?

I never seem as fat as I thought I was at the time. I don’t always look as happy as I thought I was though. I do like looking at old photos, but I prefer them to be of someone else.

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Fun in the sun (and the bedroom)

This has been a fun but very active holiday. From the very start, we have walked and enjoyed the countryside. We have seen lakes and climbed the hills above them to castles and viewpoints. Travelled into the mountains and hiked up to see places where the various apposing sides took up position during the first world war. The weather hasn’t always been kind, there have been storms and torrential showers. Luckily we have sheltered from the rain, though have driven through heavy rain and hail.

Finally on Friday afternoon we arrived at the seaside. Master had booked a room in a lovely hotel, one with a balcony overlooking the sea. After relaxing on Friday afternoon and evening we planned to get the bus down the coast on Saturday. The weather at last was excellent and we took lunch and wine to the balcony.

After lunch

Master suggested we take advantage of the space and view for some photos. Our room was one of a row of  4 or 5, each with a semi secluded balcony overlooking the harbour. All of our neighbours had either checked out or were just out. It was a busy area, with a restaurant right underneath and people walking past. I doubt many people ever look up though.

I unbuttoned my dress gradually for a series of photos, before slipping it off and sitting so he could take some of my pussy. Master knelt before me and began to lick me, grasping my breast and pinching a nipple. He asked me if I wanted to come; silly question of course I did.  I have always loved the mixture of sexual arousal and that slight sweaty hot day aroma. It really turns me on.  Very soon, I had orgasmed to his command and next found myself on my knees sucking his cock.

We retreated to the cool, air conditioned room and he got onto the bed. I straddled his by now large, erect cock and eased him into me. Unsurprisingly, no additional lube was needed, but boy did he fill me. Sheer lust over took us and he held my hips as I moved up and down over him. I leaned down on him as he thrust up and down inside me.

Next, he instructed that we turn onto our sides and he plunged into me from behind, filling me once more. Finally then, he came inside me and we lay gasping, hot and very sticky. And, there we lay joined together any thoughts of leaving the room that afternoon forgotten.

Later

We sat on the balcony, him in the shade, me just in the sun relaxing, reading, snoozing and enjoying the downtime we needed. Our perfect Saturday afternoon.

So this was my Sinful Sunday shot and in reserve we have lots of others for another day.

 

 

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Summer fun

This glorious Sinful Sunday shot, taken by Master yesterday will form a two part post with the narrative to follow.

We have spent the weekend on the Slovenian coast relaxing and soaking up the sun. Strolling around the marina area and tiny cool back streets, taking in the atmosphere. We have eaten lovely fresh food and consumed a little too much beautiful cool wine.

So yesterday after this (and other photos) were taken, we didn’t take a bus to the next town to explore. Instead we stayed in. More to follow for Masturbation Monday.

Sinful Sunday