Dream

Last night I dreamed I was at a lonely beach, miles from anywhere. I felt totally free and able to take off all my clothes knowing no one could see me.

I had a lovely swim

But when I came out of the water, someone had stolen my clothes!




I needed somewhere to hide and walked and walked till I found myself in a secret garden, but while I was peeping through the windows to see who lived there,



A very large and grand car drove up. It was driven by a wonderfully handsome man, quite old and very aristocratic,


He took me into the house and made me sit at his feet and tell him what I was doing on his land.




He wanted to know why I was naked, then he told me that I was a trespasser and that I had to work for him as his maid.





I had to scrub



And dust


and make the beds







And if I did anything wrong I was spanked over his knee

Often with my knickers down . Each day he would get older and less attractive and I felt trapped.

This went on for weeks and when I had a moment to myself to think I wondered if I would ever escape and I started to remember a beautiful young man I used to know in my former life,

As I thought of him the image became clearer and suddenly I woke up and I was in bed with my lover. He saw that I was upset and made beautiful love to me.



When I told him of my dream he said that I had subconscious fantasies about being a maid and being spanked, and that I should dress up as a maid to help me find out.

What I found out was that my lover who was the person with the fantasies, but we were both able to enjoy them.



I wonder what I’ll dream about tonight?

Maybe....

If I sow the idea in his mind,

You know, be really provocative

A complete little minx


Then maybe,


Just maybe,



He’ll see what I’m getting at

And put me over his knee

Take down my knickers

And spank me.

I do hope so!

Punished

Karioke

Same book, similar result...

"Right" He said, flashing his eyes at her lush naked body tethered to the post. "Let's see if you change your tune after you've tasted my belt."

Her eyes were huge with fear and anticipation as he unbuckled it, wondering if at the end of her punishment they would be lovers at well as sworn enemies....

Makes a change from handcuffs

Naughty

Reluctant Model

If.......

I know he’s sort of cross with me, but if I get onto the bed

And wait there for him in just my knickers


And just when he comes in, sort of shrug out of them while he watches

So I’m spread there in front of him, goading him with my nakedness



I’ll either be given a good spanking which will make us both feel better

Or a good something else, which will be even nicer!

Shoplifter

Midnight Museings

Valentines Day

The divisions and subdivisions that that my readers are likely to be divided into have to be virtually endless. Male and Female obviously, and then the young, the not so young and even the venerable. And of course there will be those of you with significant others in their lives (just the one or even several) and those who don't. And then again, and this is not mere pedantry, those who are broadly happy with their single or coupled state, and those who are not.

That the grass is greener in the other field is never so true when it comes to the affairs of the heart, and possibly even more so when it comes to the affairs of the genitals. The lonely bachelor nightly giving himself guilty hand job might well envy his friends who share their enormous tumbled bed with a live in lover every night,




but equally the stallion tethered by matrimonial duties might long for the freedom of watching those dubious late night programs on the TV which are now denied to him, and long for a cosy evening re-visiting sites like mine on his computer.


And as for you girls, coupled or single, don't you often find yourselves occasionally yearning for Mr Darcy in a wet shirt and an erection so demanding you could never tire of finding new ways to make it erupt?




But the thing is, and I don’t want to get heavy about this, but our amatory and erotic needs are not always the same. You might be broadly content with the sex you get from the man you love and live with, but still have fantasies about a tall dark stranger dragging your clothes off and spanking you till you scream,




or shackling your hands before visiting on you such erotic overload you nearly faint with it.


Maybe, while your lover sleeps, in your imagination you glide off into the night in a mysterious car that takes you to secret places where your libido is lubricated with pleasures that so far you have yet to experience.






Whoever you are, and whatever your erotic needs, I can safely assume is that if you tune into Sexuelle on a regular basis it is because you want your fantasies to be fed, and as now is Valentine’s day and a time to celebrate the erotic in our lives, what better time to do so. So if you will be spending tonight in a moonlit wood with your lovers breath on your half closed eyes,



or slipping off into the Ivory Tower of your imagination while your own fingers induce your moment of ecstasy,






let me wish all of you a happy and satisfying Valentines Day.

Silver haired spanker

Several months ago I posted a picture of a silver haired spanker with appropriate observations about how such a person tends to understand the subject, and how a lucky a young girl should consider herself to have such a man in her life. It attracted a number of comments and Cross were kind enough to give it a mention.

Quite by chance I have come across another image of the very same man, this time at that exact point when the girl's knickers are being lowered and the moment of truth is about to arrive.

Best leave them to it!

New Job

Hi, Trace! Yeah it's me, Sandy. How it going? Yeah, I'm in the new job, bin there a couple of weeks now.

S’not bad I s’pose as jobs go. Manage to have a bit of a laugh when I can, but the supervisor's a right cow. Really got it in for me and always nagging me to get on with my work . You know the sort.




Some of the blokes are a bit of a laugh though and when we all had a couple of drinks on the Friday, well you know what I’m like!




Got caught though Supervisor was well cross .Got the full “Come to my office on Monday morning bit” and lets say she really gave it to me.



So anyway, the next week I really tried to be good and worked quite hard most of the time.



Only got into trouble a couple of times which was quite good for me




Yeah. Not bad for me, but of course by Friday I was really ready for a laugh and so were the blokes and it all got a bit out of hand . You know what its like.



Yeah. That’s right!I in trouble again !

So the next week I was as good as gold, and honestly it wasn’t my fault , this bloke , the one I was having a laugh with last week, well he sort of crept up on me and , well I won't say over the phone but it was just …..well I'll tell you later. Thing is, I got caught by the old cow again and I'm really in for it this time.






Better go! I'm due in here office in five minutes!

A good old fashioned spanking

If you’re going to be given a good old fashioned spanking, a proper spanking across the knee with your knickers down, then all the better if it’s going to be administered by a proper old fashioned gentleman in a three piece tweed suit.

The trouble is, that smile at finding yourself in such an unexpected situation like this, up ended and bare bottomed at your age, might not stay on your face much longer. That pretty bottom of yours, stretched tight and all too inviting, is about to feel what a good spanking is all about, and already it’s almost possible to hear the sharp echo of a large horny hand against soft girly flesh.

Never mind! It will be something to tell your friends about and I suspect that most of them, certainly the ones in the know, will be jealous!

Just being

In Bernard Shaw’s play, The Applecart, the mistress of the fictional King who is the main character complains about his ministers saying that they have to spend their time doing because if not they don’t exist. As for her, she is a creature outside the scope of their paltry imaginations and she doesn’t have to do because she simply is.

Ever since both reading and seeing the play some few years ago I have been fascinated by the concept of simply being, but regret that as for most of us, it is something that is simply beyond me. Regrettably I have to spend my time doing to somehow justify my existence to both myself and to other people.

The gorgeous creature pictured here is someone who simply by being raises the game of our imaginations, and would be fit company for any of us in the Ivory Tower of our fantasies.

Why can’t I be like her?

Great Wonderful Brilliant News!

My new erotic book, Sins of the Flesh has been accepted by my publishers! Yeah!! !

I have to do a final proof read and edit some punctuation and spacing issues, (What is the punishment for an erotic writer who hasn't checked her work properly?) and then it will be just down to chosing a cover image etc.

As soon as I have more info about publishing dates I will let you know.


A very happy Liz

Without further comment....