• The holiday was amazing – gorgeously amazing.
• We did nothing except eat, drink, sleep, nap, listen to the iPod, swim.
• Everyone should take an Island holiday – they really do have a very special place in the world.
• Island people are tres friendly.

Things which they forget to mention, and you forget to think about in your excitement:

• The holiday is for a limited time – and you’re going to come home.
• There will be 1 million kids on the flight, it will be hectic, and busy – even though it is a 3 hour flight, it is going to feel worse than a European flight.
• Island holidays are extreme. It’s extremely impossible to order a cocktail at 12:05 and roll over for a nap once you’re home.
• You will be depressed once you get home.
• There is language issues… the taxi driver will make your life hard.. and ‘Port Lois for shopping’ will make him take you to every family member he has who has a shop for shopping THERE.

Things which i’ve realised about taking an Island holiday.

• Going with a girlfriend is nice, and it’s fun. Bless BT – But Island holidays make you want sex.
• A lot.
• While you’re lying at the pool warm in the sun, feeling lazy and content. You imagine the feeling of a hand on your thigh… or someone to lead you into the pool, and touch your inappropriately while no one seems to watch.
• When you stand in the 12 man shower – just before dinner… You imagine someone standing behind you, his hands cupping your breasts.
• When you have a few glasses of wine with dinner…walking back to the room, you imagine walking with someone…making a stop at the beach on one of the loungers…

*sigh*

Off to find a boy to take with her to the Islands…

It’s the strangest thing, when I’m at the shops – it truly feels like i have none. Not enough. Like i have to wait for underwear to go threw the wash. As in – tomorrow i go commando*.

So, two weekends a go i rushed out and added this – just to insure i don’t run out anytime soon.

Is that red Orange?! *gasp*

Naturally… the bug had bitten… and as we’re facing 2012 – i had to get more… So this weekend i added:

Is that is yellow polka dot...

And then i started thinking about the rest of the underwear…. I kept opening drawers and finding more and more and more…

Where does she put all of this...?!

At this point i thought to myself… JHBP – this is sinful.. there are girls who walk around day after day with the same old granny panties… girls who have 7 pairs of panties… 3 they wash and wear… one good bra… And *you* have all of this. And then i opened another drawer and fould ALL of these…

A tower of panties...?!

Naturally – there is no real point to this post, simple to expose *JUST* how much underwear i have.

xxx

*I’m in no way against commando – i simply require motivation or instruction to do it…

It’s suggestive, doesn’t say much… but i know where this is going.

Touching myself as i respond… my hands tracing my cunt, slow and lazy. I press send and concentrate on my cunt; pressing harder with my palm, spreading my lips slightly.

The phone buzzes… responding to the message, my fingers now wet – finding their way to my lips, i lick… taste… and tell you how i taste.

My hand now back between my legs… i slide a finger into my cunt. I’m wet… it feels so good.

Lying there thinking… wanting your cock… i wondered where my vibrator was… I glance across the room to my panties drawer, my eyes fall on a bottle of moet.

Hmmmm.

The thought has my cunt soaked, my nipples hard… And i know the sight would have your cock bursting.

I tell you i want to show you something….

I reach for the bottle… it’s cool. I contemplate what i’m about to do as i slide it against my cunt. Up and down… my wetness spreading along the head of the bottle.

I feel my anticipation growing… pressing the cool head against my clit, i moan and press my hips up, rubbing myself against it. I can’t wait anymore… I slide the head of the bottle into my cunt.

Slowly at first… and then harder.

Forgetting about the response to you….. i slowly fuck myself with the bottle…. lying there pressing it into my cunt, thinking of you… watching, stroking your hard cock as your watch me fuck myself, harder and harder…

My mind on my cunt… stretching around the bottle. My cunt tightening around the bottle…. i can’t anymore… as i let go of the bottle… my legs wrap around it…. and i feel my self cumming.

It included… in a particular order as this is how i try and remember things….

A drive out to Muldersdrift – on a friday afternoon… this was rather painful. But as i sit here right now typing - i survived it.

A wedding at Avianto’s – which if you didn’t know,as you probably live under a rock – is in Muldersdrift. The wedding was sweet, nice and all wedding’ish as they are. The venue is nice. A little to generic for my liking. But well.. whatever- if Top Billing says it’s cool… I don’t mind the waiter lazing around leaning against pot plants… I don’t mind the fact they’re carrying stock thru the reception area.

Dead grannies wine – i sorted this out on saturday… when i say sorted out – i put the good wine in boxes which are really easy to get to during the festive season. When i say i put – i mean I handed them to the man slave and he did.

Christmas party – lots of fun… with the supper club crowd, who are really such stunning people. The party was plenty plenty kinda fun… as were the gifts… and the Christmas Q&A.

I then had sex in the back of a Range Rover. This was nice. Not the boy – the location. The boy was a step up from nice. On the list of things one should do in ones life… i’m glad to have ticked it off…. But in all honestly- there is a reason only teenagers do this.

Sunday i did nothing. I got up early - As i suddently remembered the acts of the night before… and decided it would be wise to find my bra before anyone else did…. I then went back to sleep.

I managed to cook – as i am quite good at this and i was far too lazy to go out and get something. The food was good, Pasta. One of the easiest things to cook.

The Hangover was cured by the food somewhat… This was pretty good, i then spent the rest of the day watching James Bond.  And then i slept.

As I am rather keen on questions, asking them and receiving them… naturally this idea just kind of grew. Into sections, different sections for different boys, different sections for different intensions.

As… I happened to be lying naked in bed. The Sex Section was decided as the first to be explored….

Side note: Lets keep in mind that JHBP has a short attention span… no waffling in answers, keep to the point. Add extra information if you want, but don’t give me your life story.

The Sex Section.

1. Define sex for me:

2. Define making love:

3. Ideally how often would you want sex in a week?

4. Why are you answering my questions?

5. Tell me about the worst sex you’ve had?

6. Tell me about the best sex you’ve had?

7. When it comes to foreplay, what is your favourite activity/thing/talent that you’d like to do to me?

8. Do you enjoy Oral Sex? Giving? Receiving? Both? (At this point, if you haven’t answered both… don’t bother continuing…)

9. If you wanted sex, and I seemed distracted… how would you go about initiating it?

10. What turns you on (generally) with out fail?

11. What do you wear to bed?

12. What are your limits, what would you never ever do?

13. What would you like to try that you’ve never done before?

14. I, as you know, am rather partial to Erotic Literature. In three paragraphs – give me your best shot.

15. What is you opinion on sexual toys?

16. Masturbation.

            16a. How often do you do it?

            16b. What are you main thoughts?

            16c. The last time you did, what were you thinking?

            16d. Can I watch?

17. If we had sex… right now, tell me what you’d want to do to me/have me do?

18. What is the sexiest thing a woman can do?

19. If you had the choice between cumming – in my cunt, in my mouth, on my breasts – where would it be?

20. Tell me something you’ve thought – reading things I’ve wrote, wanted to say to me – but haven’t….?

21. Do you think, reading your answers… has made my panties wet?

So… I invite all the boys who read my blog to answer these questions…send the answers to jhbprincess@gmail.com … If you’d like I’ll publish them anon – of course. If not… we’ll both just know you made my panties wet.

Happy Friday…

Naturally we had this endless discussion about the female in questions breasts. Which somehow led to me mms’ing him a picture of my left breast.

As it happens he is now one of my breast best friends. Who also happens to read this there blog.

Fear not – i did ask his permission to utilise the below picture.