I was such a mixture of awkwardness and down right arousal as he gripped my arm, and looked at me with mild amusement and something else, he had really unusual amber coloured eyes, I was blushing deeply but he was nice and made out that he thought it must be because I had been running away from him. He said he had watched me many a time roaming around the school grounds and told me that I was often out of bounds to where us girls were allowed to go, and would I like to go with him to see where the boundaries lay? What a question for me .. of course I would, I felt honoured and thrilled to be walking alone with this gorgeous older man! We seemed to walk for ages with him asking me a few questions about myself and commenting on the fact that I looked older than my fifteen years, that always pleased me to hear that!
We sat down by a pond which was at the edge of a wood secluded by large trees, he had on faded jeans with holes in the knees checked shirt and a wax jacket, he had gun cartridges on a belt too and I remember thinking that he looked soooo cool and sexy!.
Suddenly my heart lurched he moved himself closer to me until his leg was pressed up against mine, I froze, heart thumping thought he could hear it, he pushed his leg more firmly
against mine, what a mixture of feelings again, awkard mainly because of the way I was dressed awful green blazer, tie, unflattering green skirt and horrendous grey socks with ribbons at the top how I wished I was dressed in my weekend gear, real eighties Madonna type stuff. I didn’t have much time to think though as he was running his hand up and down my leg, just chatting normally though but each time he ran his hand up just that little bit further, I remember physically shaking, certainly not with fear now but utter utter lust, it didn’t even concern me when he undid my blouse and put his hand inside my bra, I remember noticing the bulge under his jeans and being totally fascinated by it I just had to touch! (to this day seeing a man harden under his trousers is a huge turn on for me especially faded jeans!) It was here that I had my first experience of giving oral to a man, to be honest I didn’t know it existed as I had only really known straight forward intercourse but he showed me what to do and I could tell I was doing something right as I could hear his moans of pleasure and encouragement. After a while we were snogging and rolling around in the leaves with me wanting him to do something to me, and suddenly he stopped announced he hadn’t “got anything on him” and I should think about getting myself tidyied up and back to the school … what a let down… I did as he said though and he walked me back towards the school, kissed me on the cheek and said “see you soon”.
I certainly was not going to wait long before I wandered off again …
Fancy me bustling in your hedgerow? I’ll put some “Led” in your pencil
 Actually I do love a proper hedgerow or should I say bush, but I’m saving my thoughts on this for a proper blog, bit scant this bank holiday aren’t I?! I will blame that on Mr. S, a charming Texan gent who kept me up all night (not complaining mind!) who said I’m “made for luurvin” and called me Ma’am, oooh yes keep calling me Ma’am it sounds highly erotic to my English ears and gives me visions of silk stockings and chewing gum with a touch of Glen Miller thrown in for good measure!
Wide awake at the moment trying to put some of my archived Punterlink blogs on here but they have gone on all over the show.  If you scroll down they have mysteriously appeared before Terry Wogans obscene trouser photograph!
Will try and get my techie hat on and sort them out in the next few days.
Hello Gents, back from Oxford and what a lovely time I had too … wink, wink, nudge nudge, say no more! (Who said that, was it Monty Python?)
Had a great time saw some lovely Gents (big kisses to you x) and went out to dinner.  I loved the architecture of the city and surrounding areas. There is certainly a “feel” about Oxford and I have decided to make a fairly regular trip to the city of dreaming spires as I do like to combine a spot of sight seeing with my Strumpeteering.
 I will add a page on this blog to let you know where and when I will “tour”, crikey I sound like some old rock band, think Spinal tap!
 Seems rather strange that I only live 100 miles from Oxford and haven’t had the pleasure before. I think we tend to go abroad and ignore some of our beautiful heritage, although I do frequent the Scottish Highlands.
Some parts of Kent are beautiful too, I am lucky enough to have the best of both worlds where I live, beautiful countryside and yet only 20 minutes into central London, which reminds me, I will be up to no good on June 13th, in the city if you want to pop along for an hour or two of decadence
Bit rambly this blog but am getting used to it again, I hope to post most days, but I am sure there will be the odd day I don’t and some days when I write more than once.
From a young age I used to hide a high sex drive, and apart from my first experience I was a shy teenager around males, I used to get a lot of male attention from older guys, being fifteen but looking 19, but I came across as snooty as I was so bashful, mainly about my boobs from having the mickey taken at school by immature schoolfriends.
Ive never told anyone the following before, not anyone but thought it would be good to do it here anonymously!
I was sent to boarding school at fifteen which really put my nose out of joint, I was used to being at school with boys and now I was stuck in the middle of nowhere in a completely female environment but my fathers job had taken him abroad so it made sense at the time to keep me and my sister in the UK. It took me a few months to settle into the really strict regime, so strict we used to have to show our knickers everyday to the games mistress to check that we were wearing the unflattering green school pants! I hated that, it seemed wrong and looking back now seems terrible.
The school was set in acres and acres of beautiful countryside and I used to go off and roam alone thinking ( usually about sex!) One day on one of my jaunts I spotted a man carrying a gun over his shoulder, I was terrified and started to run away thinking he was a murderer … he started to run after me calling out which made me run even faster …eventually he caught up with me and grabbed my arm and told me not to be a stupid girl that he was a local farm hand who did gamekeeping on the school grounds and that he had seen me lots of times wandering around. I felt relieved that he wasn’t a murderer, not only relieved but enchanted, he must have been about 30 and had shoulder length blonde hair, tanned and rugged looking, with a look of fascination which was obviously aimed at me, I remember noticing that familiar tingling feeling coming from the region of my horrible green school knickers ….
I have linked my new site up to Google analytics, can’t believe how precise and interesting it is to see where your hits are coming from.
Well just found a few hits from a site called Todays boobs, and there I am listed one person away from Katie Price aka Jordan …Â hahaha goodness me should I be flattered or horrified?! All sorts of porny sounding headers on the site such as Hellavahugehooters
Was going to upload a pic of my hooters (what a dreadful word?!)Â but luckily the picture upload on here seems to be not working again … maybe tomorrrow!
“Laissez-moi respirer longtemps, longtemps, l’odeur de tes cheveux! Ah, Baudelaire brings back such memories of Oxford. Oh, Oxford.”
 Anyone remember  Uncle Monty saying that in Withnail and I? Quite a classic or should I say cult film, it used to be a favourite of mine, think it was about 1987 it came out.
Well I’m putting a few Ohhhs in Oxford this coming week 20th ~ 23rd May so if you want to come and pay me a visit just let me know, I do have a little availability left mainly during the daytime. I will make sure I “Don” my stockings and suspenders for you! Â
Will you all be the academic sort? I have visions of you visiting me in a Mortar board and cape!
P.S If you can recommend any good restaurants I would be most grateful. I confess to not knowing Oxford at all well.
I’m just having a bit of a fiddle here, trying to work out how this blog machine works, so have been testing and posted a blog I wrote a while back. All seems a bit techie to me I want to upload pics too but will carry on fiddling for a while! I cant wait to start this blogging lark again, I used to love a good blog on the old Punterlink blog site, loved reading them too. The Gents blogs were fab as well. Maybe I will try and do a page so you can blog on here ..?!
Oh by the way did you notice my new site by any chance?! Full Flash version here with a lot more photographs.
 Fnarr fnarr!
