I’ll Tell You No Lies – VII
Those three little words. You know the ones. That sentence that will make your heart lurch up into your throat, give you butterflies, scare you to death – or all three of those options at once.
I find that from watching a lot of American TV (mainly the Friends episode wherein there’s the turkey on Monica’s head with the fez and the comedy giant glasses; Chandler professes his love, almost by accident, the phrase slipping out casually) that admitting one’s love for another can be a major Big Deal. Which it should, of course, as it is your heart being laid out in front of you. But it always seems too much of a big deal in those kind of programmes.
In view of this, I have one of my burning questions for you – I do hope you’ll oblige and answer and please please feel free to ask one of your own questions to me! I like the banter garnered from the comments box.
How soon have you professed love to a partner and how often do you say ‘I love you’ to your loved one?
This question I hope will be applicable to a few people. It is two-fold. How do you *know* that you’re in love and when do you communicate this verbally to your partner and after doing that, how frequently do you say it to one another?
I have spoken previously somewhere in the archives about when I first said ‘I love you’ to Mister – similar to Chandler (yes, can relate to a fictional character, ok?) it slipped out. It was early on in our relationship, during that blissful summer where I discovered what it was to tingle from the butterflies. He was dropping me home one afternoon and as I left the car I said it – ‘Love you lots, bye!’ Casual, cheerfully and completely unconsciously. As soon as I had spoken I realised what I had actually said, took stock of things and admitted to myself, that yes, I think I have actually fallen in love with this man without knowing it. I can’t be completely sure, as my memory hazes at times, but I think it happened after I had slept with him, but in the immediate few weeks following it.
Now, we say it all the time. We went through a phase of saying it probably about ten times a day. A knee-jerk reassurance perhaps, or merely the emotion wanting to be aired in the open again. Lately, we don’t say it as often as that anymore, but everyday, at least once, and always, always before we go to sleep, and after we have sex.
It it this need for emotional reassurance? I don’t like to think so. I say it and I mean it every time. Every Time. He is my world, emotionally. I not only love him, I lust for him, I need him, I want him, I worry about him, I care so much about him. Just those three words and all that is conveyed to him.
And when he says it to me – well. It floors me.
Every Time.
I’ll Tell You No Lies – V
I’ve done a few of these posts now – up to my fifth this week.
Your chance to ask me just about anything. I quite like the banter I get from the comment box and it gives me the opportunity to engage with the deviants out there! Also, I think it’s rather nice to allow you to find out more about me, either in the realms of sexuality or ‘normality’ (although, sex is normal, but you get the idea, right?)
In return, here’s a little poser for you to ponder on -
What was your first kiss like?
Quite a straightforward question this week. Now, people go through many first kisses in their time. The First Kiss in their life, usually in the teenage years I would imagine with a first boyfriend/girlfriend. The first kiss with your current partner or one with a memorable partner of the past. I am going to focus my answer on the first kiss I shared with Mister when we first had sex. This for me was another line crossed as it was also My First Time. I was eighteen and in the summer. It was late and we had escaped from the throng of the crowds out in town to the beach. I knew that tonight was going to be the night. The drive was about fifteen minutes and I could feel my body getting heavy with the anticipation and knowledge of what could possibly be about to happen.
We had been dating for about two months and things were getting more involved – with the heart, and with the body. I had already slipped up and said, ‘love you’. It just kinda happened one day as he dropped me home. Leaving the car it just came out as, ‘Love you, see you later!’ Casual. Comfortable. As soon as I said it, I realised that, yes I think I actually did love him.
So here we were, the waves lapping in the background of my hearing. The car faced the sea but we were looking only at one another. He knew too. Not the most romantic of places to lose one’s virginity – the front seat of a Ford Fiesta, but the background makes up for it. And also the fact that I popped my cherry on top 
Then there was the kiss. It started out furtively, leaning over, across the car, a little awkward, a little tentative. My hands naturally sought out his body. Alighting on his leather jacket that he wore at the time, my fingers crept underneath to find him, feeling the warmth from his body. From what I remember, things moved quickly. The kiss deepened from the short dips to something more breathy and stronger. I recall that he moved over to the passenger side and we manoeuvred ourselves so I was straddling him. We started undressing one another. The first time we had seen each other completely naked. I didn’t feel nervous or ashamed. Like the slip up, it was comfortable. It felt right and good. And then he kissed my body. My breasts, my nipples, my neck. The way he kissed me, moved those perfect lips over me, burning their way across. It was one of the best moments I had experienced.
My first kiss here was memorable. Whilst the order of events may be slipping from my mind, the overriding emotion and feeling will always be there. Butterflies. They will never leave.
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I’ll Tell You No Lies – Question Time
It’s that time again where I open up to you lovely twisted people out there and attempt to engage you in a bit of dialogic blogging!
If you’re new to my place here or a regular, I invite you to ask me [just about] anything. It could be something sexual, thought-provoking or an everyday question. Past questions asked by readers have included:
When did you first realise you were kinky?
Has Mister been the only man you’ve been with?
What’s your views on al fresco sex?
Least and most favourite positions?
If you could be as naughty and filthy as you wanted, no limits, no strings, no inhibitions, absolutely the filthiest thing you wanted to do, what would it be?
What did you have for tea?
Do you ever wonder why you’re so submissive?
In return, I ask you to give a response to my own little poser:
What are you afraid of revealing to your lover(s)?
This could be in relation to first-time sexual encounters or something you have refrained from telling your long-term partner. Do you have a secret so dirty, or a desire to do something that you know your partner may not agree with, like etc. As part of the bargain, here’s my answer:
I have secrets that I keep from Mister. Since starting this blog I have read other people’s deviant desires or activities and I have thought to myself, yes, I want to try that too. Things such as exploring anal have been and still are being achieved and successfully (and very enjoyable) experienced. Others, not so much. Yes, Mister is the only man I want to be with. He is my world. Yet, there is a part of me that would like to know what else there is out there. But not the male of the species. LadyP desires the ladies. Mister knows I fantasise. He doesn’t know that one day I want to make it a reality. I don’t know what he would say to this. I know that I am not ready for any serious exploration into this area right now, but that doesn’t mean to say that I never want the option available to me. I find women to be extremely attractive, moreso than men. Apart from Mister, I have never really fancied another guy. Ever. To be honest, men scare me. And I flirt with women terribly if given half the chance. And a glass of wine.
I think I should write a proper post on this during the next couple of weeks. I think I need to air out and solidify my thoughts on this subject.
So that’s my secret. What’s yours?
And don’t forget to add a question to the end of your response!
I’ll Tell You No Lies – Question Time Once More
I thought I would go down the Lent route for this week’s question – and remember: please do think of your own posers to throw at me. I was offput that nobody asked me a question last time, especially as I had some great responses to what I put to you! Again, if you want to find out a little more about me do feel free to ask me (almost) anything. It could be sexual or it could be general questions about my favourite type of… curry for example. You may like to know what I really hate in bed. I have few qualms. Check out my other posts in this vein to get the feel of things. If you’re a new reader this is the perfect opportunity to explore the character, likes and dislikes of yours truly, Pandorah.
What would you find challenging to abstain from for 40 days?
For me, I think I would opt for simply the act of kissing. I adore having a smooch with Mister. He’s such a good kisser. When we first met I had had very little experience with the male species. Late developer, I had never kissed a boy before him. Boys are scary to me. Well, ones that show an interest in me are at any rate. Timid old bird I am at heart. I may flirt like hell at times, but to take initiative on those feelings freaked me out. On our first date together, I thought – What have I got to lose? and went all out in ‘The First Kiss’ we shared. Tongues and everything. Mister was taken aback at the brazen-ness. Since that moment I have fallen in love with the notion of kissing. Especially with my man. Be it a peck on the cheek, the most sensual, slow and desirous kiss where your hands are in each other’s hair, roaming over their body, slipping under clothes to have that contact with flesh, or even kissing other parts of their body (especially kissing certain parts of their body!). I often fantasise about being involved in a clinch with a lady and mostly what we are doing is kissing – there is innocence and sin mixed in together in the movement, the emotions and flutterings that are in kisses and it is that what I would sorely miss.
I look forward to hearing your thoughts – and get your thinking caps on for a bit of a more dialogic involvement guys and gals! I wanna answer some juicy questions!
I’ll tell you no lies…Question Time!
Time for another request for questions from any readers out there.
Whether you’re a regular peruser, casual visitor or even if this is your first time plundering of my blog – I’d love to field a few questions if you have any! Once again, you can ask me just about anything, and not necessarily sex/kink related either. I’ll be as truthful and give it as much depth as I can. It may lead to a post of its own if I find that I have a lot to say on the topic.
In return, I have a little poser of my own for you…
What are your sexual addictions? What could you just not do without or would make you despair if you could never have/do it again?
My answer to this would probably be something as simple as Mister. I am completely addicted to him, everything about him – his manner with me as well as other people, his personality, his looks (I could drink in his image all day, not to mention his gorgeous arse), his musical talents and obviously, his sexual side. I find my self craving him – not just the sex, him. I often can’t seem to keep my hands off him, wanting that physical connection with some piece of his flesh – brushing the nape of his neck with my fingers, a quick lick of his ear with my tongue; I’m trouble when it comes to Mister.
