I didn’t take many photos last weekend but these mirrors were too good to miss out on.
Pretend you didn’t catch me looking
Forget the spark that shot between us
I know you felt it too but it’s ok
Bury it in that dark corner
Where memories go to die
If we lock it away our feelings will fade
My secrets vault is broken
You slip through the cracks into my now
Weaving yourself amongst my thoughts
Like you’ve always been there
Your ease, your power, your lips
They appear without prompts
Taking me back to that day by the sea
The day you pretended to ignore me
Last night with his fingers buried in my cunt he pressed a finger against my arse hole, he didn’t push inside but maintained enough pressure to imply he would at any moment and it was hot, really fucking hot. I know it probably doesn’t sound like much, it doesn’t seem like much of a revelation but for me it was.
For a long time I was anti anal, not that I thought there was anything wrong with it, just it wasn’t for me. Then one day on holiday many moons ago we tried it almost by accident. Not like the surprise anal we’ve heard a lot about recently, it was a genuine slip that found his cock pressed against my arse and he immediately pulled away for me but dizzy in holiday spirit, I encourage him to try it. He seemed to enjoy it but for me it was unspectacular and when it was done I had no urge to do it again.
Our sex life continued as normal, it didn’t feel like it was lacking anything by my arse being off the table, there were plenty of other things we both enjoyed a lot but then a while a go anal returned to my peripheral. It started as one of those fantasies you intend to keep as just a fantasy, the idea of having all my holes filled is hot and when I told him about it he matched my enthusiasm for the idea but knowing in reality my arse was off limits we satisfied ourselves with my cunt and my mouth being filled and almost forgot there was anywhere else to fill but as is often the case with things you try and ignore it began to creep in again. I began to crave more and after years of making my arse a no go area I felt a sense of embarrassment that my body was now craving something I had been against for so long.
In an attempt to hush this new uncomfortable need I tried a butt plug, my first attempt had little effect and certainly no positive ones, I thought maybe it was because I had tried it on my own, no added stimulus of his cock, no true feeling or fullness so pledged to try it again. The second time was worse, it started out much better than my first try but then my body seemed to decide to play against me, the plug felt alien and I felt drained. The disappointment was huge, my mind had yearned for a sensation my body seemed determined to reject.
In that moment it would have been the simplest thing to put my arse back in the no box and lock the lid but I knew it wouldn’t work forever. That same need would still be there and would creep forward from the corners of my mind no matter how much I tried to ignore it and so I won’t. I’m not ready to rush back to those feeling of my body rejecting my desire but I can’t pretend it isn’t there either.
For now his finger pressed against my hole is enough, a symbol of his intention to one day take all of me and I know one day he will, without any resistance from my stupid messed up body and it will be sexy as hell.
Just under a year ago I wrote a post about using e-cigs and how the just didn’t compare on the sexy scale to a real cigarette so while I’ve briefly lapsed back to the cigarettes I thought I’d show you what I mean.
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NAME (and Twitter name if you have one)
Ouizzi, Although it’s not what it says on my birth certificate or the pseudonym I have started to use for writing it is the name I most identify with and the name my husband and family have called me for years so I can assure you I will answer to it. In the past some people have struggled to work out how to pronounce it and I have on occasion been called oo-zi so just in case there are any still wondering, it is pronounced weezee but I also answer to weeze.
If you had the opportunity to rename yourself (or your blog) what would you pick?
I’m pretty happy with my name, I have toyed with new names for my blog but have yet to come up with anything that I absolutely love.
What are you most looking forward to at Eroticon Live and/or is there anything you are nervous about?
I think I was nervous a few weeks ago but as it has got closer I am finding it less and less nerve wracking. Having watched Eroticon come round each year and never being in a position to be able to attend before I am incredibly excited that finally this year I will be there and get to meet some of the wonderful people I have followed online.
Have you planned which sessions you will be attending or are you more of a spur of the moment kind of person?
What essential items to your life will you be bringing with you to Eroticon Live? (you can have a maximum of 5)
My phone, notebooks and pens, Cigarettes/e-cig, Bras and perfume.
A new cocktail has been made in your honour, what would be the key ingredient and what would it be called?
The key ingredient would have to be bourbon, I’m not sure what I’d mix it with but I’d call it Ouizzi come, Ouizzi go.
Complete the sentence; I have yet to…..
Sort out my clothes, the “I hate ALL my clothes” tantrum is due any day now.