Sunday, 29 March 2015

Post #50: Agent Provocateur

How is it possible that I've had this blog nearly a year and haven't once mentioned lingerie?!

If you know me in real life, or if you follow my Pinterest boards, you'll know I rather like clothes and have a tendency to drool over pretty shoes. What might be less obvious is my near-fanatical belief that what you wear under your clothes is more important than what you wear on the outside.

What you wear under your clothes is what you wear for yourself. If your underwear is sad and grey and lumpy, chances are you don't appreciate yourself. Spend a little extra for quality underwear, and it says 'I love myself. I'm worth it!' (and for the record, you are!) Wear something daring or kinky and that says - well, I don't need to spell it out, do I?

If you want to kick ass in a job interview or a tough business meeting, wear my personal favourite, Agent Provocateur, and you're guaranteed to walk in there like the winner you are. A little uplift goes a long way!

Pretty in pink, seductive in black lace, a hint of sparkle... what's your personal choice? And what's the most extravagant gift you've ever given yourself that was for you and for you only?

Agent Provocateur, courtesy of www.i2style.co.uk



Sunday, 22 March 2015

Post # 49: Culture Explosion

This last week I attended the ballet (Diana Vishneva's On The Edge), the Chelsea art fair, the exhibition of the Deutsche Borse photography awards, and at work we're frantically preparing for an upcoming installation. So if you're here looking for the next chapter of Mile High (aka Poppy's Carribean Adventure) I'm afraid you're going to have to learn with disappointment. Watch this space...

Diana Vishneva from The Guardian





Sunday, 15 March 2015

Post #48: Mile High Part 6

Also known as Poppy's Carribean Adventure.

Read here for Part 1
Read here for Part 2
Read here for Part 3
Read here for Part 4
Read here for Part 5

It's hotting up under the covers on the flight to the Carribean:

The Boss. Gage. Mr de Vere, though she’d stopped calling him that a long time ago.
Oh God. He had his hand on her fanny and she was loving it. He had to know how much she was loving it. Her panties were soaked.
He smiled, the kind of hot and hungry smile she’d never seen on his face before, but which she’d imagined countless times. He leaned forward, shielding her from view should one of the officious flight attendants decide to check on him yet again, and rubbed the heel of his palm over her moist pussy.
She bit her lip to hold back any sound, and lifted her hips into his touch. His smile deepened and he edged away the lace of her panties, his firm fingers stroking over her, teasing her lips open and finding her clit with the same practiced efficiency he did everything.
She held his gaze, afraid that if she looked away or closed her eyes this delicious dream might stop.
He stroked her into a fever of need and she gyrated against his palm, in heaven.
But heaven was still to come. He slid a finger inside her, exploring, teasing.
Better than fucking heaven. Better than her imagination had ever been.
His fingers were long and thick. She’d always loved his hands. They were a man’s hands, neat, not too soft, just rough enough to please. His finger slid in and out of her, increasing in speed and urgency as she writhed against him, his palm pressing on her sweet spot until her breath came in short pants and the orgasm began to sweep through her.
“Oh. My. God,” she whimpered as she came.
Her pussy clenched around his finger in waves of promise. Then as her orgasm waned, he slid his finger out of her, but kept his hand pressed firmly over her clit.
Slowly her breathing returned to normal.
Then he straightened her panties, pulled the hem of her dress back down to her knees, and recovered her with the blanket.
“Sweet dreams,” he whispered, and turned away.
Oh fuck. My boss just gave me the most fucking fantastic finger fuck. On an aeroplane. In public. Where the hell do we go from here?

Where indeed? Click here to find out...

Monday, 9 March 2015

Post #47: Country2Country

Okay, I never thought I'd say this, and certainly not while stone cold sober, but I like country music.

Amelia dragged us all off to Country2Country last night. I'll admit I wasn't exactly the most enthusiastic person entering the O2 (there was a LOT of enthusiasm) but it was kind of fun dressing up in boots and jeans and a cowboy hat. And it was kind of fun to dance and yeehaw and just get a little crazy. And the music actually wasn't half bad. It's a lot more pop-y than I thought.

I might even go again next year.

Image courtesy of http://www.c2c-countrytocountry.com/


Sunday, 1 March 2015

Post #46: Wedding Preparations

It's getting real now. It felt like just the other day that Stu proposed to Olivia and we were celebrating their engagement. Now we've been for dressing fittings, tasted cakes, agonised over guest lists and flower arrangements and menus, and quite frankly, we're still nearly 5 months away and I'm sick to death of wedding talk!

Maybe it's unnatural of me, but I'm not one of those girls whose always dreamed of a big Cinderella wedding. If I ever find anyone who sticks around long enough (or who I want to have around long enough!) maybe I'll escape to a tropical island for my wedding.

This weekend was yet another round of dress fittings. I'm going to have to start making an effort to use the gym equipment we have at home, as the seams felt a little tighter than last time. Either that, or the Cruella of a dressmaker is deliberately trying to make me feel fat.

Still, now that the wedding is starting to feel imminent, we're making plans for the hen night of all hen nights, and a fabulous away trip to Gloucestershire for the wedding, and I'm looking forward to those.

Olivia's parents insisted they get married in the chapel in the village where they live. Not surprising since Olivia and her brothers were christened there and her older brother married there too.

For the reception, they've chosen a gorgeous country house hotel nearby, which is where Amelia, Sophie and I will be staying. It's also where all Stu's single friends are staying, so naturally none of us planning on bringing dates for the weekend. We've met most of Stu's friends, and quite frankly if anything were going to happen it would have happened long before now, but who knows... we might get lucky!