Much Excitement and Merrymaking

Poor blog, it must feel so neglected! But never fear, Bella’s back! 

What’s more, Bella had a birthday yesterday, AND moved into Uni! A big day all round. Luckily, my new flatmates are all lovely. Actually, pretty much everyone I’ve met so far has been lovely, but most of them I’m very glad I’m not living with. 

Last night I was fed rather a lot of vodka, and have whole blank periods of time…I haven’t been that drunk in a long time, if ever. Freshers week has officialy started!

Despite being exhausted (too hyper to sleep), it’s likley I will be off out tonight, to some form of beach party no less. It’s going to be freezing, and no doubt it will rain, England is not a place made for beach parties!

 

I love uni!

Plugging

My god, I hear you say, two posts in one day! Yes, well, as I said in my previous post, I’m bored. Also, I realised that I am a self confessed film-geek, but I haven’t actually posted anything about films. Not even raved about the genius of The Dark Knight! But everyone’s doing that, and I wouldn’t want to jump on the band wagon, now, would I?  

A matter of minutes ago, I finally managed to track down Act III of the fabulous ‘Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog’. This little bit of internet viewing nevana is created by the one and only Joss ‘Buffy’ Whedon, and the official site can be found at http://www.drhorrible.com/, but I missed i when I could watch Acts II and III for free and had to youtube it. I guess the closest thing of Whedon’s other work that it can be compared to is that fantastic musical episode of Buffy. The one where they all suddenly break into dances and heartfelt musical numbers, as if you could get such a thing mixed up with another episode. It’s a rather tongue-in-cheek tale of a wannabe evil genius (Horrible), fawning over a sweet innocent girl of a love interest (Penny), and his campaign against his arch-nemesis, Captain Hammer.

I love how Whedon portrays geeks (although Dr. Horrible isn’t quite as much as a nerd as Jonathan, Warren and…that other one), and he should really think about doing more musicals in such a tone, they’re so much fun!

In today’s film news, Guillermo del Toro has signed up with Universal to make them 4 films (all based on novels). After he’s all done with a little film called The Hobbit, mind you, which looks set to take up the next 4 years or so. But all the same, GDT is GDT, and two of the films he’s set to direct are Frankenstien and Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. How cool is that?! It’s perfect GDT territory, and I’m sure he’d be able to do so a fantastic job on both.

The other two is an adaption of Kurt Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse-Five, which I haven’t read, but is some sort of WWII/Sci-fi thing…I’m intrieged… and the other is a book by Dan Simmons that has yet to be released named ‘Drood’ about the last, dark days of Charles Dickens, that mixes fact and fiction together. 

I really love del Toro. If you haven’t watched Pan’s Labyrinth, go do it now.

Why are you still here? GO!

 

And for everyone that has seen it, well done, you are worthy. And this completes today’s film-related geek out.

Check me out, I HAVE WIDGETS!

Yes, I worked out how to add all these little clicky things on the right hand side of the screen. I feel they make the blog look a bit more interesting. I also like how the cloud at the moment has all the tags really small and then SEX and FANTASIES really big. I chuckled. 

I have the house to myself again. For the first time in weeks. The Mother has gone back to work and The Brother has started college, and so I’m all alone. And bored. 

Well not quite alone, there are some strange men in the back garden erecting an oversized conservatory. I’m once again disapointed that not one of them is hot, other wise I would be down stairs right now perving at them out of the patio doors. At least it’s a cold day, the last thing I need to see is saggy bitch tits. Maybe I ought to go and offer them a cup of tea…

A Good Day

I met Mr. X in town today. Planned meeting, not just bumping into each other. It might not have been the smartest idea ever, but I had a pretty good time. OK, a really good time. (No, I didn’t get laid :P) It was surprising how easily we managed to settle back into just hanging out together.

There was much flirting. Pretty much it started off with the odd inuendo (i really love inuendos), then discussing the weird urges we had around each other; stemming from the year and a bit we were going out, no doubt. Mostly it was small things, walking alongside him I felt very much like I should be holding his hand…and then there were the urges to bite him…well if he will have rather a lot of exposed flesh! There were a few weird moments, such as when i was looking at DVDs and he came and wrapped his arms around me. He noticed the weirdness first, I was enjoying myself :D. 

And then he bit me. Hard. Which gave him an excuse to kiss it better 😀 I Prefered it when he bit my neck. It didn’t hurt as much, and neck actions always fun.

But really, not much to report. I did get a kiss goodbye though. Just a peck. For now. 

It was fun hanging out again, I hadn’t realised how much I missed just spending time with him. And right now it’s all exciting, because we’re all flirty, and neither of us really know what’s going to happen, if anything. 

What I spent most the day wanting to do, however, I don’t think would have been approved of in a public park 😛

 

So no really fun sex stuff today, I could write some, but I’m tired, and it doesn’t help that I’ve had to work hard to keep my chin up since I got on the bus. Of course, if I knew he hadn’t have been straight off to meet the no-longer-even-almost-a-girlfriend I might have been a little more cheerful 😛 Urgh, men. I keep wanting to text him, but knowing him his phone would get wrestled away from him, and me texting him might get him into trouble. Especally as the aforementioned lady friend thinks h broke up with her cos of me. Urgh, women.  

(how weird, as I was writing that I get a Mr.X text :D)

Trust

‘I want you to trust me.’ I look up at him, confused. He smiles.

‘I want you to completely give yourself over to me.’ 

I pause, then decide I’m up to the challenge. He knows I find it hard to completly relinquish any control I might have. To let someone else call the shots. But who knows, I might enjoy it. Besides, he has a glint in his eye; I can’t resist finding out what he’s planning. 

He tells me to take my clothes off. He’s seen me naked plenty of times, but I can’t help but feel vulnerable and a little self conscious as he sits there watching me.

I question the fairness of this, how come he gets to keep all his clothes? He reminds me of our agreement, and orders me to lie face-down on his bed.

He has a black metal headboard, with poles to support it. It’s always given me ideas, but we never did anything. Now I find myself handcuffed to it, my arms stretched out. He straddles me lightly, his weight resting on my thighs. Surprisingly, I’m quite comfy. 

He moves my hair gently off my back and twists it round to one side. He does it slowly, running his hands through it, making sure my neck and back are unobstructed. It gives me shivers.

He runs his hands over my lower neck and shoulder blades, before pausing briefly to add massage oil. Firmly he runs his hands all over my back and neck. Before long, I’m biting my lip to hold back moans. I can almost hear him smile at my response as he leans forwards with his hands on my lower back and slowly kisses my neck. 

Unable to help myself, I let a moan loose as he buries his head further into my neck, stimulating me with his tongue, lips and teeth. I can feel his hard penis pressing into my back as he leans over me, his hands running up and down my sides, and one of them reaching round to feel my breast. I press my face into a pillow, gasping. 

His other hand reaches between my legs, making me gasp again with surprise. He runs his hand over my sex, finding it wet and swollen. I grip the bars of the bed as his hand moves over my clitoris, barely bothering to stifle my moans any more. 

Suddenly, his weight lifts off me, I feel cold and alone. He kisses all down my back to the top of my buttocks to reassure me of his presence. I hear the rustle of clothes being removed, and the groan of a zip as he removes his jeans. He hasn’t left me untouched for long, but that time has allowed me to return from the fringes of orgasm. His weight rests itself on top of me once again. His hands briefly stretch up and grab my wrists, fondling the handcuffs, checking that I’m still secure. 

His hard, warm cock rests on my buttocks, but now he repositions himself, gently spreading my legs with his hands, and entering me from behind. 

A cry of passion escapes me, and I grasp the chains binding me to the bed. 

His thrusts are slow but deep, he pulls all the way out before entering me again. I cry out every time his penis enters me, his hands running all over my back, sides, and ocasionaly moving to my chest to stimulate my nipples. 

It isn’t long before I start to feel the orgasm grow inside me, my body tensing in response to his movements. I can hear his breathing become faster and deeper in my ear, his hands snake up my body to cover my wrists again, his lips once more at my neck between desperate breaths.

I can’t contain it any more. My body tenses up in passion and I let out the loudest cry yet. He’s almost there as well, I can tell by the thrusts becoming faster and more urgent. I tilt my head up towards his, letting him know its ok. Our lips meet. He draws away quickly, and comes inside me as I convulse again. 

Climax takes over both of our bodies. We move together, urgently. We each need this as much as the other.

Bad Subconconcious

Naughty Bella, dreaming about The Ex nekkid. Well, if I’m more accurate, I actually dreamt about a large amount of my male friends doing some sort of nude line up on a stage…He just happened to be one of the two that had faces (I was focusing else where, ok?)

Speaking of which, I think I need to go shopping for sexual undergarments. Mr. X (as he shall now be called), has recently decided to reveal that he’s having sex with one of his wenches, a fact that although I had already guessed it, doesn’t make it any less painful. Men can be such heartless bastards. Lacy silky things will cheer me up, it usually makes me feel better.

Fantasies

The crowded dance floor pushes us towards each other, despite my best efforts to stay away from you. You’re off limits, and the knowledge is driving me crazy. I end up almost pressed right against you, moving with the music and the crowd. Your eyes meet mine, full of mischief, you don’t seem to mind this close proximity. Gaining in confidence, I move in closer. It’s just dancing, I tell myself. It doesn’t have to mean anything. 

Your arms snake around my waist, drawing me in, I press myself against your chest. It feels so good to be this close to you again. 

My heart pounds with the music. Your hands feel amazing on my skin, your hands always could drive me crazy. I shouldn’t be doing this. The thought spurs me on. 

I slide my hands up, under your shirt, your flesh feels like its on fire. I grip on tighter, digging my painted nails in, I hear you gasp in my ear. 

I look up and catch your eye, and I’m reassured by the glint I find there. You suddenly lean down to me, and our lips meet. You took me by surprise, but I soon recover. I really need this. Our kiss is passionate, and deep; our tongues playing and teasing each other. 

You start to pull away. Unsure, I look at you, hurt. Your smile catches me off guard, as you catch hold of my wrist, pulling me towards the stairs and out of the club. On the neon lit street outside, you pin me briefly against the wall, your hands sliding up my leg, your mouth at my neck. I can’t contain a moan, but push you away, my eyes sparkling. I pull you further up the street, not getting far before you push me into a quite corner, your hand snaking down the top of my jeans, inside my knickers, finding me swollen and wet. I gasp as you tease me, feeling your erection pressing against me. 

The trip back to your empty house is frequently interrupted by such intervals, you purposefully tease me, never letting me give into the pleasure. 

We barely make it through the front door, as I push you into the wall, catching you off guard, my hands moving franticly over your chest and crotch, enjoying the feel of your muscles and swolen penis beneth them. I pull your shirt up over your head, and my hands are at the waistband of your jeans before you can protest.

I quickly open them and push them and your boxers down in one swift movement, ending up on my knees before you. I reach up, and dig my nails into your stomach and chest, gripping, massaging and scratching, as I kiss, nip and lick around the base of your cock. I start to move my tongue along the shaft, before taking the head in my mouth. By now, your breathing is deep and urgent. I sneak a glance upwards, from under my eyelashes. You catch me looking, and pull me back to my feet.

 

This is how I wished last night would end up. I didn’t have time to finnish this before I went out, I figured I’d finnish it today. It was actually quite therapeutic. Until I turn around and am caught off guard by the sight of my ex (the subject of my little fantasy) with his tongue down his new not-quite-girlfriend’s throught. Now, I’m not really in the mood. Just feeling quite skrewed up over what I want and why. 

A few weeks ago, I went to a party. It was the first time I’d seen my ex since we broke up. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him since. Almost every time I have alcohol I seen to end up in tears over him. It’s ridiculous. I broke up with him mainly because I got freaked out. We went out for over a year I got…bored, felt trapped. In short, I’m fairly sure I have commitment issues. I want him to be happy, I care about him deeply (oh, and by the way, I really want to jump him), but it kills me to see him with another girl. I enjoy being single, I don’t want a serious relationship. I don’t want to fall in love, I just want to have fun. Problem is, I am in love, and broke up with the guy I’m in love with.

I guess I’ll keep fantasising about him, and look forward to be able to get away and hopefully move on from all this shit when I go to Uni in September.

Introductions- It’s just polite.

I’m new to this whole blog thing. I’ve wanted one for a while, and read several, but this is my first. Which, (at this point anyway) I fully intend to keep updated regularly. 

Hi! I’m Lady Bella. Yesterday, I got accepted into Uni to do Film Studies (I’m still on a high about the whole results thing). So I’m probably going to use this space to geek out, and offload all my little thoughts (or kinks) that I can’t really intimately share with most people I know (although most my friends tend to be fairly open minded, I did get some weird responses when I came up with the idea of having several naked men harnessed to a chariot so they could pull me around. Naturally with a whip to make sure they kept up to speed. Or maybe it was more the fact that I nominated three of my male friends to pull said chariot. Which I then told them about).

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