Vignettes

Vignettes Vignettes

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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The windmills of my mind - random blog posts

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The windmills of my mind - random blog posts

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Submitted: November 02, 2015

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Submitted: November 02, 2015

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Pantiless In Starbucks

I often sit and surf in Starbucks and I often don't have knickers on (yes, I'm English). That's because I love feeling free under my skirt and I like being just a bit naughty. I never flash people deliberately, that's not why I do it, but I do like to imagine what people would say if they knew that I'm bare 'down there'. I'm in Starbucks right now and I don't have any underwear on at all; no panties or bra, and it is giving me the most amazing thrill to be writing this and sharing!

Home At Last!

It is sooooo good to realise that I'm not as rare as I thought! I get such a thrill out of going without panties and have done since I was in school.

My first deliberate experience nearly got me expelled. One week, a friend and I forgot to bring our gym kit to school. The teacher made us run round the playing fields in our knickers and T-shirts. I was so angry that next week I deliberately forgot my gym kit... but also 'forgot' my knickers too! My folks were called in to see the Principal but somehow I survived and didn't get kicked out. BUT... I had discovered how wonderful it felt to be bare under my skirt and I've never looked-back since. I'm not bare all the time, but nearly always at home and often when I'm out too.

It has surprised me a bit in the ten years since then just how many of my friends will join in with only the slightest persuasion, but only one friend and my cousin have really embraced the knickerless life like me. (And I'm writing this whilst sitting in Starbucks, pantiless and feeling HOT after reading other people's posts about going commando).

Jogging

I was out running this evening and suddenly realised I needed to do a 'Paula Radcliffe'. So... I squatted by the side of the road and let go just as a car came round the corner, headlights twinkling through the mist rising from my golden stream. As the car passed me I smiled sweetly and waved at the leering eyes of the very young driver... then watched, astonished, as he drove into the hedge. I'm really sorry I ran away, whoever you are.

Traffic Jams

It was one of those horrid journies today... the weather was cruddy, it was dark and the traffic was manic. And then we stopped. The radio said a car was on fire and we were going nowhere. I'd had a bad night and felt all tense so I sat in my car in the middle lane of M6, Classic FM on the radio and rain beating on the windscreen, and I let my eyes close and my head fall back whilst my fingers slowly lifted the hem of my skirt. As blue lights and sirens passed by I found my wetness and began to play. I opened my eyes and smiled at the man in the car next to me; I know he couldn't see anything but he couldn't keep his eyes off me. When it came, it was one of those rolling, thunderous, bass-line orgasms that rocks my body and shakes my bones. It rumbled and crackled then burst like lightning, releasing mellow waves of happiness through my tummy and lower, much lower between my thighs. And as I came round, warm, wet fingers still burried deep, I knew I had found the best way in the world to cope with traffic jams.

Beer Goggles

It must be a raging hormones day... I was in my local farm shop, Kenyons, and I spotted a promotion on Tatton Brewery beers. The bottles of White Queen are such an erotic shape I went all gooey between my legs. I just had to buy a couple and head home to indulge myself. A severe case of Beer-Goggles, I think.

tee hee; hic!

Influences

I have this long standing fantasy of being seated at a banqueting table and feeling someone under the table gently parting my thighs as I try to keep the conversation going without anyone knowing! I have a vague memory of having seen a scene like this in an illicit adult film I once watched on some Scandanavian satellite chanel as a kid and I think it sort of took root!

Healthy eating

Those people who know me well know I have a thing about vegetables and fruits... baby aubergines are probably my favourites but courgettes 'hit the spot' too. When I first discovered the delights of phalic fruit as a teenager, though, I was into bananas. One afternoon when I'd got home early from school, I'd enjoyed a happy hour or so up close and personal with my favourite healthy snack and was enjoying the afterglow when Dad came home. 'Hi, Cee', he said, 'been up to anything interesting?' as he picked up my banana from the floor and began peeling it. I stared, mesmerised, unable to speak and feeling myself blush from the top of my head to the tips of my toes as Dad slid the fruit between his lips, closed his eyes and, with a contented expression, said... 'Mmmmmm; that tastes good!'

Airports

I know its childish, but I just can't help it. Whenever I know I'm going to fly from Manchester, I can't resist wearing a labia cuff and dangly chain. As I stand in the body scanner, legs apart, arms above my head, I wiggle my hips just a little an feel my jewelry move against that sensitive area at the top of my legs... and I fantasise about the person in the booth, watching.

last time, a KLM stewardess watched me and as she caught my eye, she winked at me. It was her turn next and she made a big show of posing and wiggling in the scanner... I wonder...


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