Kiss & Tell: Cardiff - January 2020

Since posting this image with a cryptic caption on social media this week, a few people have asked exactly what happened during the short-lived photoshoot. Coincidentally, I have been intending to introduce a sex diary element to my premium content (I am a writer first and foremost, after all). So, just for you, here's the truth. 

It was my husband Gareth's 40th birthday and he had spent the day treating me to meals and expensive makeup, basically being a sugar daddy. I couldn't help but feel turned on by his dominance. 

We had a birthday photoshoot planned for weeks. All of his favourite things: my pink wig, stockings, suspenders and my sluttiest pair of heels. Afterwards, I was to be his fuckdoll, his to do with as he saw fit. 

We went for dinner early so that we could return to the hotel with plenty of time for fun. We had a few drinks at the restaurant, then went on to a bar. I was so horny by now and didn't argue when Gareth suggested we leave. 

Just two days previously, he had fucked me roughly after my daytime Christine Keeler shoot. I had surprised him by telling him that I wanted to do the shoot fully nude with the curtains open and the element of voyeurism was so exciting, during the shoot and the sex. The memory of this was running through my mind as I began to change into my costume. 

Gareth sat in a chair in the corner the whole time, watching me intently as I transformed into his pink-haired cumslut. I could tell from the opposite side of the room that he was aroused and my ego was through the roof. 

"How do I look?" I asked, once the transformation was complete. 

"Stunning" he replied, as I walked over to his corner. 

I sat on his lap, kissed him and stroked his bulging jeans. He took the photo that you see before you. I kissed him again, then stood in front of him ready to take some photos. 

The look on his face was so smug and dominant. I could not take my eyes off his crotch. Instinctively, I fell to my knees and unbuttoned his jeans to release his throbbing, angry cock. 

First I kissed it, then licked it slowly up and down. Then I darted my tongue around the tip, looked him in the eyes and took him in my mouth. 

As his cock became lubed with my saliva, I was able to take his full length. I held him at the back of my throat until he twitched and my gag reflex kicked in and I came up for air with a splutter. 

That did it for him. 

Grabbing my head with both hands, he forced me back on to his cock and throat fucked me while I constantly gagged, makeup running down my face. 

He stood up, gazed down at me on the floor and with a self-satisfied smile at the mess he had made so far, pulled me up and threw me face down on the bed. 

Forcing me to stay down with one hand, he reached between my legs with the other and began fingering me. I was so turned on, he could easily fit four fingers into me immediately. Before long, he was fisting me as I groaned into the pillow. 

As I orgasmed, my screams still muffled, Gareth spanked my arse and told me that he was going to fuck the life out of me. 

I got on all fours, arched my back and he entered me easily from behind. He pulled my head back by the hair and forced himself in and out of me as I screamed loudly. 

I love it rough and had been fantasising about this all day. I could tell he was close to cumming and I felt the urge to seal the deal. 

"Fuck me daddy" I shouted. "Fuck my arse!" 

That was it. He exploded violently inside me and we collapsed in a heap on the bed, laughing.

"Sorry about the photoshoot", said Gareth. "It was worth it", I replied.