To start with I want you to see today’s Sunday Times Magazine cover- look!
I think someone at the Sunday Times is a bit like some of the people we meet around here.
Anyway, now back to the post.

If you are clicking here looking for lady bits and boy bits just because of the title then here you go – here are some lady bits.

This post will have some pretty pictures of ladies but no rude ones (well, there is one very rude one but I will make it small) – so if looking at rude pictures is your thing thank you for stopping by and I hope you have a lovely day.

This post will be about real life x -rated stuff rather than the silly picture of a girl with a very bad french manicure making doubtful promises whilst doing unsound acts with a dubious partner, often another girl with an equally bad manicure.

The real life x rated stuff is the very, very squirmy things that a girl and her lover get up to. The real life stuff is much more fun than the pretend stuff. I am sure you agree.

The problem is that some girls can get all detached from themselves. They grow up too fast or in the wrong way and they lose all sense of what they desire or how to find out what they might want. They seem slutty which can be a good or a bad thing depending on your perspective.

These girls might seem like they are always sexually available, as though they desire almost everything and everyone they encounter. But really, I suspect they are so vague as to have lost all sense of real lust. They might do the act with little shame or reticence but ask them how they feel, how they really feel, and they will say the words they think they should say. They will not really desire the person they are with. The sounds they make will be hollow. I think they do feel desire, I think they feel lots. But it does not fit the remit of the kind of desire I wish to write about. I suspect they feel a real desire for something but it may not be sex.

I think everyone in the world should be nice to those girls.

The only way I can show what I am is by how I treat others. I choose to be different to a desire that is all encompassing. I don’t think this makes me any better or worse than anyone else. I think if you met me you would find me very dull in sexual matters because I would not discuss them with you. I am telling you all this simply because when I type I am thinking of Himself and the thought leaves me breathless and vulnerable.

This post is my own view about how to create a way for you or the girl you adore to be her very best, most squirmy self.

We girls have very deep sexual feelings. We can’t just say what we want though. We sometimes don’t even know what we want or how much we want it. A girl is a puzzle inside a conundrum.

But how to set her free?
All I can do is tell you how I discovered my sexuality and came to revel in it. I don’t think I am unusual at all. I think that the truths that helped me to find my very blushy self are true for other girls too.

1) He loves me.

He makes me feel safe with him. He never hurts me by making me feel bad about myself. He makes me feel pretty when I am with him. He never compares me to other girls. The girls he describes when he writes are real girls, not impossible beauties. He holds me close to him and tells me how proud I make him when I am out with him. He makes me feel like I am cute when I smile. I smile a lot with him. I smile when I see him smile at me. He kisses me like he means it. He kisses me like he wants me. When I told him that Rosaleen Young’s bum is the prettiest bottom in the world he told me that he likes it because it looks just like mine.

2) He watches his language.
I am not allowed to swear at all. This makes me grumpy and feels silly sometimes. But he also does not swear. So, in “bed” when he uses words that I would get spanked lots for when he talks to me it makes me breathless from the start. If he ever used those words to mean something bad then when he used them to refer to me I would not find them erotic. I would feel a bit unspecial. Instead he makes me feel like a ripe peach.
When those words come from him I catch my breath and lie as still as I can not to miss a single syllable.

3) He watches me

He watches me when I am good and tells me I am good, and he watches me when I am naughty. He watches me when I peak. I think he can see me now as I type this. I am never alone with these thoughts. After so many years of loneliness I am surrounded on all sides by this strong, masculine presence that makes me feel as though every part of me curves to find him.

4) He asks me and listens to everything including what I don’t say. One of my favourite things in the whole world is when I am lying in his arms and I feel warm, loved, safe and submissive. The chances are fairly high that I will be lying on my side because my bottom will be too sore to lie on and his fingertips will be tracing lines on my body. I am desperate to be allowed to kiss him or for him to kiss me but he is making me anticipate and I am still because he has made me want to obey him. He lets me whisper to him then, tiny succulent whispers into his ear. I tell him things I imagine, things I have seen in my head. I don’t use coarse words but rather I speak in ways that only he would understand, and I tell him everything and he hears every word of it.

Sometimes he looks at me and I think I have told him nothing but he seems to know. The times he has spoken words that were in my head have shaken me and made me sit quiet and open mouthed in shock.

5) He never tells me that my desire is wrong. He makes me feel very squirmy a lot, many times through a day, but he never tells me that my desire is too much. I feel clean and young and wholesome despite the fact that at any moment in the day or night I would gladly and with great joy drop to my knees and take him in my mouth.

6) He is rude, inventive and shocking, all of which he does with such a calm and nonchalant air that I feel I am in the arms of an expert and I relax. I submit.

7) He never stops in his dominance. Not for a moment do I not feel led by him. His voice is all I ever hear when I orgasm. His touch is all I ever wish for.

I have never met such a man. He has made me into a girl whose body is alive with desire and a desire to make him smile.

If you are a man I hope very much that you bring all of this to one you adore. She is in there.

If you are a girl I hope you have this.

Would you like another?