Bend Over Jessica

Very excited. Am going away for the weekend with The Lover a week on Friday and he is promising lots of exciting play in luxurious surroundings.

We are going to Northern England, so he can prove to me there is life beyond the M25, because I don’t like ‘abroad’ at this time of the year – too hot. The Lesser Spotted Jessica gets sunburnt easily.

The best thing of all is that given it will be the end of my spanking drought, I can spend the entire weekend be properly thrashed. Hurrah!

So we are now turning over in our heads what scenes we can play whilst we are away. So many scenes, so little time! This is obviously not counting the myriad small times where he will smack my bottom just the proper, honest to goodness long scenes.

One thing we have certainly decided is that my Regency character, Miss Lydia Marwood is coming out to play, given that we are staying in a gorgeous William and Mary stately home for the weekend. I love the Regency period – not only were the opportunities for flirtation endless, but you can translate that into a scene. Because there’s nothing better than a build-up. And for me, that’s often going to dinner but being ‘in role’ and working up the storyline before we actually do anything. At home, when playing with He-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed or The Lover or whoever, we can actually dress in appropriate clothes and do it properly. When away, we have to look like normal 20th century people (shame, my Regency dresses are very pretty and I’m sure I wouldn’t look out of place in a grand dining room in one) but we can still talk the talk over dinner, unknown to unsuspecting waiters or waitresses.

This type of what is, I suppose, kinky foreplay is really exciting. You sit at the table, getting slowly more and more aroused, until you can feel your clit practically aching with the anticipation of what’s about to happen. You can look at your dining companion and see the intent in his eye. You know, just know, you’re going to get it. But not yet.

Not until the formalities are complete.

Not until he is ready.

It’s like teetering on the brink of a hill – before running down in the glorious exhilaration of playing.

And the rush of adrenaline makes it all the more intense.

Phew. Can’t wait!