EROTIC THOUGHTS & FANTASIES

Half-Nekkid Thursday – 11th Feb 2010

sshhhsecretthoughts — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 11:27:54 +0000

FOOD FOR THOUGHT………….

Ok, ok I know its a late posting once again. I think I must be getting less and less organised in my old age.

As most of my followers will know, by my constant references on here, on Twitter and also from my photo posts on my tumblr account, I’m a huge lover of erotic food play. I have some very sweet and erotic memories of some very delicious times spent with various foods and naked flesh, which means that certain items of food and drink will often bring a very cheeky grin to my face.

The last few years have not faired well in a few respects for me and I knew that I had to take control of certain aspects of my life that I could and do have control over. So far 2010 has been a very positive year for me. My new healthy lifestyle has certainly made a very big difference to both my physical, mental and emotional state. I’m rambling a little….

So having said the above I felt this week I should combine my #HNT post with food. Yes this video that I put together last year does include chocolate and cream but all this erotic food foreplay will hopefully lead to those extra calories been worked off with some ‘sexcercise’ ;-P

Video includes sound

‘All day I’ve been thinkin’ about you, babe.You’re my one desire I wanna kiss you all over……And over again……..I wanna kiss you all over…….’

HNT – Nipple Jewellery

sshhhsecretthoughts — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 22:26:41 +0000

Late last year I stumbled across @nipplecharms on Twitter. An American company specialising in non-piercing nipple jewellery, body rings and shields. Having only spent a short time browsing their website I very quickly formed quite a lengthy wishlist and so decided to treat myself to an early Christmas gift of a few items from their extensive nipple jewellery selection, especially as there was going to be a special opportunity coming up for me to show them off in all their glory. Unfortunately that didn’t quite work out as first planned but then that seemed to happen alot in 2009 – here’s hoping 2010 will be different.

So for my HNT this week i’ve put together a very short video showing off my purchase’s from www.nipplecharms.com I would have liked to have spent more time on producing this video but unfortunately i’ve had a teenage daughter crisis to deal with over the last couple of nights so ME time has been very limited.

Visit Nipple Charms at

www.Nipplecharms.com

or follow them on twitter

@nipplecharms

Red, Red Wine…..

sshhhsecretthoughts — Wed, 20 Jan 2010 08:38:30 +0000

Wine can be so sensual.

A shared taste to the lips.

Laughter.

A warm flush.

Hands touch over a glass

Eyes meet.

The soft, soothing liquid tranquillising

The smell heady.

Inhibitions subtly reduced.

Hands touching turn to holding.

A glass to lips becomes fingers kissed.

Fingers kissed become hands through hair.

a neck gently stroked.

Eyes looking deeply into one another.

Another sip, another warm flush.

Is it just the wine?

A hand pulls me softly towards your face.

Lips touch.

Caress.

Taste of wine shared on each others lips.

The kiss slow.

Tender.

The warmth of the wine inside.

Flowing through us.

Head a little light.

The kissing continues.

Fingers touching and exploring like the

warmth of the wine flowing over us.

Want, Need, Desire, Lust

Clothes somehow lost.

I turn to lead the way.

Mesmerised by my almost naked body

I know

you will follow me.

But where will the wine and I take you………….?

Support your man’s ‘BAWS’ this Christmas whilst also supporting Testicular Cancer.

sshhhsecretthoughts — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 12:28:46 +0000

www.Bawbags.com

During the month of October we gave our support to Breast’s now I think its about time to show our support for Men’s Balls, don’t you think!!

So come on Ladies (and Gents) why not support your man’s ‘BAWS’ this Christmas, whilst also supporting Testicular Cancer by buying the man in your life some sexy undies that both look and feel good to both him and you

Note: These would also make great Christmas gifts for any male within the family who like’s to show off their underwear waistband and also for those who are fans of Dirty Sanchez – see the SWYD range (Sleep When Your Dead)

We will remember them …

sshhhsecretthoughts — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 09:15:19 +0000

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning,

We will remember them.

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Booby Photo for Breast Cancer Awareness Month – HNT

sshhhsecretthoughts — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 09:13:44 +0000

Click for last weeks pic

Breast cancer is a disease that knows no boundaries. It strikes women (and men) from all backgrounds, races and ethnicities, the rich and the poor, the old and the young.

ONLY 7 MORE DAYS TO GO BEFORE ITS

WEAR IT PINK DAY

WE CAN ALL HELP TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE IN THE

FIGHT AGAINST BREAST CANCER

for more information on how you can make a difference

please follow these links

http://www.wearitpink.co.uk

http://www.breastcancercampaign.org

http://coppafeel.org

To Everything there is a Season

sshhhsecretthoughts — Sun, 18 Oct 2009 16:25:56 +0000

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

A time to be born and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

A time to kill and a time to heal; a time to break down and a time to build up;

A time to weep and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to get and a time to lose; a time to keep and a time to cast away;

A time to rend and a time to sew; a time to keep silent and a time to speak

A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

“Life is much like the seasons – full of change.

Sometimes the changes are not

always what we expect or how we wish them to be.

But we have to learn to deal

with the unexpected and look to the future”

Photo: Breast Cancer Awareness Month – #HNT

sshhhsecretthoughts — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 16:44:39 +0000

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month

Please help support this cause by making a donation

and don’t forget Friday 30th October is

Wear It Pink day

for more information please follow these links

http://www.wearitpink.co.uk/

http://www.breastcancercampaign.org/

http://boobiethon.com/

We can all help to make a difference

Secret World

sshhhsecretthoughts — Mon, 24 Aug 2009 14:51:50 +0000

Take me to our secret world

Our place where love, tenderness, passion and lust unite

A place where our other life does not exist

Where Your fingertips can brush my soft and tender skin

The lightest of caresses over and around

Lips sucking, stimulating, arousing

Tongue teasing, soft and warm

Tingles generated from each touch

Sensations spreading from below

Desire building deep inside

Waves cresting again and again

Moans uttered

Gasps taken

Whispers spoken

Our sighs of contentment merging as one

Holding, clutching

Stroking, caressing

Cuddling, moulding

Two as one

Long moments pass

Seconds merge

A lifetime of waiting

Now never wanting to end

As we lie together

Not wanting to leave our secret world

Nights of longing and desire – dreams vs reality

sshhhsecretthoughts — Tue, 14 Jul 2009 09:45:48 +0000

MIDNIGHT STRANGER

The balmy summer night breeze stirs the bedroom curtains through the open window. As I lie asleep, the warm air caresses my naked skin with the touch of the gentlest lover, my dreams drifting to sensual thoughts of pleasure, passion, lust and desire. I become increasingly aroused by my dreams, the sensations of touch upon my naked skin made almost real by the intensity of my imagination

With a start, I wake to realise that the sensations are real … that there is someone in the room with me, hands gently caressing my soft skin, lips teasing my nipples into an erect hardness, tongue tracing the curves of my breasts.

A chill of fear runs down my spine as I tense, afraid yet excited and not knowing what to do. I can see but a shadow in the dark, smell only the musk scent of a man, a smell that for some reason I seem to recognise – frightening, but also stirring the darkest of fantasies. Somehow I sense no malice from this unknown yet somehow familiar person, only a deep passion and a desire to give pleasure … the beginnings of which are already forming deep within me.

I lie still, unsure what to do, as a hand starts to move down my naked body. The lightest of touches leaving a trail of tingling sensations as it slowly moves across my belly, along my thigh and down my leg. Despite my fears, I can’t help but be aroused by the erotic images that are forming in my mind as I wonder where it will go next.

The hand starts to slowly return up the inside of my leg, the intent unspoken but obvious in it’s direction. It reaches the softest of skin inside my thigh and pauses. I realise that this is the moment of decision … to stop this now … or to abandon myself to this man and his carnal desire for me.

Despite my fears, I feel myself becoming lost in the passion and lust of the moment and can no more stop him than call for help. My mind races, and in an unspoken gesture of surrender … I part my legs, knowing now that there is no turning back ..

His hand moves again and the anticipation of it’s touch builds within me. A finger brushes my lips, releasing the first beads of my juice from within. I feel them run down, tickling slightly as my lips are parted and fingers touch the sensitive skin within. Little electric sensations shoot through me as I feel the first caress of my clitoris. The touch so familiar in its lightness. So soft and gentle. I can’t help but let out a low moan as he touches it again, stroking so, so gently, teasing and coaxing me to full arousal by the slightest of touches

I feel his body move, hands on my knees as he gently parts my legs further before moving down between them. I am now really wet and he leans forward to slowly run his tongue around my lips and up to my clitoris, tasting my juices. I can smell myself on him, increasing my lust to even greater levels. I place my hand on his head, pulling him into me, urging him to bring me to climax.

Every lick of his tongue sends electric shocks running through me, each lasting longer than the last until they merge into waves of almost continuous pleasure. As he sucks and licks my clit simultaneously I feel my body start to sink into the depths of ecstasy and I feel the crest of my orgasm break. I arch my back as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes through me, deep inside, my whole body shuddering from the intensity of my climax.

As the pleasure pain subsides, I feel him draw back and can sense him watching me, a shadow poised between my legs, his breath heavy with arousal. With a husky whisper I hear myself say ‘Make love to me … please’

He moves forward over me and I feel the brush of the hairs on his arms against my sides, the smell of myself on him stronger now. He positions himself in front of my soaking wet pussy … and with one long stroke he fills me. I wrap my arms and legs around him and feel the muscles in his back ripple beneath the skin. I pull myself up and kiss him passionately, finding the kiss returned with equal passion. He begins moving, alternate slow and quick strokes, continually varying the rhythm and stroke to heighten my pleasure and add variety. The feel of my breasts and hard nipples against his naked chest so exquisitely arousing.

His stroke starts to falter and I know that he is so close. I reach down and grab the firmness of his bum in my hands, pulling him deeper into me as, with a low grunt, he cums. I feel the warmth of him jet deep within me, filling me with his seed deep inside, and I realise that this is the first sound that I have heard him utter

After he is spent, we both remain stationary for a long moment, neither of us wanting to break the spell from our intimate union. Then with a sigh he slowly withdraws, as if with regret … and is gone

On the breeze I hear the faint words … ‘Until next time’ I open my eyes and look down at my naked body, the pirspiration gleaming in the moonlit room……..