foursomevajankle<< That is a VAJANKLE!!  Firstly I would like to start with something I promised I would write about. I am a sex Goddess! well, maybe not quite Goddess but I really do love a good fuck! but when a question was posted on here the other day, about foot fetishes, it led me to thinking why? why do some people get the horn over a toe? they really aren’t the most glorious of creatures, granted you would be buggar’d  without them! but really feet?! but it turns out that my juicy new fella’ has a thing for my feet, now I’m not saying that he wants to make love to my tootsies but he does always give me a foot rub and this always leads to kissing them, and the occasional good old toe suck (which for the record feels weirdly satisfying!) he is constantly saying how cute my feet are and how he could just “eat them on a butty” so I decided to treat him for all the hard foot loving he has been giving me, and in return I would give him some of my very own foot loving!

“Tommy, the bath is ready”

I could hear his heavy feet making his way up the stairs

“mmmm you look delicious, let me in then gorgeous”

He slid into the bath, I placed my feet over him and rested them on his chest, and of course he gently kissed them.

” would you like to try something different?”

“oooh like what?”

I walked my feet down his chest, over his stomach, and placed them around his flacid cock, and got to work. I had no idea what i was doing!! but some how it  was bloody working, I felt his juicy member stiffen and tense, as I teased my feet along his shaft, he was in heaven! he rolled his head back and looked in complete bliss, we stayed like this for a good ten minuets until I got overly turn on a told him to toe fuck me……. :LADIES NEVER ASK A MAN TO TOE FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EVER!!!! it was not pleasant, firstly it was highly sodding awkward when my vagina nearly gobbled up his whole cock, then as he was thrusting said toe into vagina it fucking scratched ALOT! just avoid it at all costs, I feel I go through these things so you don’t have to…. anyway to cut a long story short, we got out, he pinned me against spread my legs open and licked my noo noo lots 🙂 we later went on to have some incredible sex! but you don’t want to hear about that bit, you want to know about what happened after in our post orgasmic bliss!



” I really enjoyed that whole foot thing, I love trying new things with you”

“good me too”

” yeah I was thinking about something, but I don’t want you to freak out”

“umm go on”

” Ok…..something really bad has been turning me on, and I know it shouldn’t”


” yeah, well basically I really like the idea of watching you fuck someone else”


“Roxy, I know you are always talking about me fucking other people during sex, and about you doing stuff with other women, but it turns out I really like it, and I really thought it was just a fantasy but I’m seriously considering asking you to fuck another woman in front of me”

“Yes, yes, of course yes, you know I would love too, are you sure though, your not going to just freak out after are you?!”

” No I mean it, I want to try it if its something you would be up for”.

So the next day we just happened to be travelling to London, as I had a few meetings I needed to attend, we had decided to go by coach instead of the train as its just a lot cheaper! we managed to book a nice hotel for a reasonable price too! it was like the moment we stepped on the bus something in us changed! we headed straight for the back seats, as it was right next to the toilet, in case we wanted to partake in some bus fucking! (don’t get your hopes up, no bus fucking happened, it’s ok, I was disappointed too) all we could talk about the whole journey was fucking other people, and how erotic it would be to watch. As soon as we hit the motorway my phoned got 4G so I was able to sprawl the internet to see if other people shared our interests, and of course they did, swingers. This always seemed like a dirty word to me and something I did not want to be associated  with, but the more I read the more I longed for it. I began googling’ “LONDON SWINGERS” and writing on different websites, “New young couple looking for hot girl for threesome, or a couple for a swap”  there were so many different words and abbreviations  and terms that I didn’t and still don’t understand! we were so turned on by all of this talk and searching for people that by the time we arrived at our hotel we were ripping each others clothes off in minuets! I had downloaded a few apps on my phone to get chatting with people, but reply there came none, so off we went into soho, where better to find other like minded couples in the heart of the sex capital of London no? NO! what the fuck?? I thought swingers were everywhere,you have no idea how hard it is to try and get someone to either let you fuck their husband/wife or convince someone for a threesome! it was a disaster, we did however end up talking to the most beautiful stripper, and she was enough to fantasize about for one night! I still want to try this, I want to try anything new sexually, please forward me your ideas guys, and I will let you know how well they go down! and on a serious note, ANY SWINGERS OUT THERE?! LONDON or UK based?? give me a shout and tell me what its all about, I NEED IN!


You spend too much time asleep!

I have fucked a lot, I have even been known to “make love” on the rare occasion, it’s not that I don’t like making love, because I do, I love the connection between to souls as you literally become one in the height of an orgasm,  but making  love doesn’t really work if you are not truly in love! I fell in love at a young age and was married by the time I was 19, and at 21 we were heading our separate ways and ready for divorce. My relationship with him was very controlled, I gave up people and things I love to make him happy, and he screwed what made him happy. I was much younger than him and I craved the controlled element of it, although it was the completely the opposite of what I wanted, I finally got up the courage to walk away, and it was the best thing I ever did! I decided to do what made me happy, this just happened to be watching porn, buying new sex toys, drinking wine and eating ice cream. sex toys kept me happy for a while but there is nothing quite like the feel of someone between your legs, scratching your nails along a muscular back, and having someone moaning into your ear! My sex life with my husband was beyond boring, it was unbearable, he made me feel sick, I felt fat, and unattractive, I always wanted to dress up and give him a sexy dance but he always laughed at me and made it uncomfortable. The sex itself was not enjoyable, in the beginning it was, but as time went on I found myself being repelled by him and all the things he said and did turned me off, I became one of those women who conveniently had  a headache every night, I wanted it to be right, but it just wasn’t! I wanted to be the wife that was getting fucked on the kitchen work top whilst the dinner was cooking away. it was not like that at all! until now! I have found a dreamy delicious man that I just want to continuously gobble up! its not about love, its about pleasure. It’s about experimenting in every way that have ever wanted to with out being judged, he doesn’t mind that I want to fuck him 10 times a day, and when he is in work I send him dirty messages or make him sneak off to the toilet for phone sex whilst I hear his release on the phone. He turns me on like you wouldn’t believe and I cant help but think “fuck yeah, I deserve this shit”. He has the most amazing tattooed body, with the perfect amount of chest hair, not to mention his lumber jack beard! He is by all accounts perfect!  not only does he fuck like a porn star but he is genuinely sweet, caring and worships me. I don’t need to go on, you get the gist! every time I talk to him I just want him to fill me up in every way possible. He doesn’t judge my dirty mouth and in fact he bloody well enjoys it when I describe our threesome fantasies to him. I tell him about how much I want to watch him fuck other women. I tell him to bend another woman over and fuck her hard… push her face into my pussy whilst he is fucking her from behind, and all the while she is grabbing onto my tits for dear life!   He doesn’t judge me, he enjoys it, and talks dirty back in his seductive sex voice, which to be honest sounds a lot like bat man, and I’m ok with it! His voice is so deep and gravely during sex, I enjoy the sound of him so much that he could get me to orgasm just by talking!   He is simply irresistible!  just one problem, he needs to sleep, which is highly inconvenient, because I could quite happily give up sleep just to spend my life sucking his balls, licking his hard cock, and drinking his sweet nectar. it’s a bit shit that as humans we have certain specifications in order to function. I need sex. I need him.                                                     blog2


blog3YES! Believe it or not men, you can find women obsessed with sex. This page is my new dirty little secret, for all of my awful confessions, I’m trying to keep my identity quiet, so all you need to know is I am “sex with obsession” I’m 22 and horny as hell! Not all women are struggling to find a nightly excuse to keep your big filthy hands off them, your nasty dirty “fuck me hard” words, and your “beer at the end of the day” breath, actually some of us embrace this. Don’t get me wrong, I totally understand why women would find this a turn off, but when sex is all you can think about its hard to separate the turn offs from the turn on’s. Nearly everything in this world turns me on, but please don’t be naive into thinking this is a good thing, trust me it’s not. I have lost friends, relationships, jobs, all because of my foul mouth, some people are lucky enough to filter the stuff that comes from brain to mouth, not me. I’m the girl you introduce to your parents, and cant help staring at your mums tits, or even worse have a couple of drinks then pretend that I have met you dad before, that time I was giving him a quick blow job in the toilet! by this point your mum will either laugh or kick the shit out of me.

I started to wonder if I was normal, because it only seemed to be me that needed to talk about sex all the time, from the age of 12 I would find myself constantly asking my older friends about sex and what it was, there was a time I believed shagging, fucking, and sex were all different sports, that everything went into a different body part or something, you can imagine the disappointment when I found out this wasn’t so. From about 13 I would watch t.v and feel that special tingling from my clit, and have to take a wonder down stairs just to play and pleasure myself, I could never make myself orgasm, but it still felt sensational. I was never very good with my hand so I used to steal my sisters sex toys or in some cases, shove a barbie up there….. this later turned to the god send that was in fact my electric toothbrush, god bless the GENIUS who invented a vibrating toothbrush! it was at this point I started to stay up late just to watch a sexy film on channel 4, I was entranced by it, the noise, the sweat, the woman’s eyes (how could one human look so seductive just by the use of eyes) the man’s mouth (the groaning and the biting of his own lip) I found myself lost in them. Then came sugar rush, this was a program about a young girl experimenting her way through school, with her ELECTRIC TOOTHBRUSH! she was of course into women, and this turned me on more than I could imagine. It was then that watching it just wasn’t enough, I needed to have it, and I would have done anything just for someone to touch me, and for me to taste the salty sweaty skin of someone else, this was no longer about sex with boys, it became the obvious solution that I would start fucking girls, because we could just be having an innocent sleepover, my mum wouldn’t of thought anything of me inviting all my girlfriends round to watch a film and eat some pizza. I suppose what I did next could be classed as grooming. I would invite my friends round, the ones I knew had also been having sexual thoughts and asking a few questions, then we would probably find some weed or alcohol from somewhere, then when she was relaxed I would start asking her questions about sex, and if she had ever thought about it, had she ever kissed anyone? would she like too? It would always start out in a bit of an awkward giggly kiss, but from the moment she kissed me I could she see needed more, I of course was a porn fanatic and this is how it would lead to more, we would put it on as laugh, then we would both be so turned on that the kissing continued, followed by wondering hands and biting of flesh, I will never forget the sweet taste that they left in my mouth, the time that they filled in whilst I waited for a big hard cock. This point in my life I should have been an outcast, I was in to rock and metal, I wore black clothes, and too much black make up. but it was almost like people were curious as to what was underneath, in school I had so many friends, that I never really settled down with a certain group I just used to float from one group to another, depending what they could offer me, hot boys? hot girls? weed? alcohol? music? SEX?! my life was entirely consumed with taking control of people and making them want me, I secretly needed them all, I could have quite happily fucked my way through school, but I was cleverer than this, I knew that even from an early age you should never fuck on your own door step…..well except the girls, they were so embarrassed about the whole lesbian fucking that they wouldn’t dare tell each other they had been fucked by me, it felt like the world was my giant dildo and I was ready to jump on top of everyone and everything. Sex controls me, and it always will. This blog will be all about the pleasure and devastation that comes with my obsession, the highs the lows and the damn right hilarious encounters of my sex life, I hope you enjoy 😉

“Is sex dirty? only when it’s done right” – Woody Allen.