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Wednesday, August 2nd 2023

Perfection erection

Well happy band of sexual pilgrims, how are we all today?

A personal first for me - I met a lovely gentleman at the start of the week who composed and sent this rather little limerick afterwards:

Lucinda is sexy and teasing
When bits of my body she's squeezing
She acts with perfection
To stay my erection
A practice ecstatically pleasing

Anyone else have a saucy limerick, haiku, sonnet, ode or villanelle (the poetic kind, not Eve's) lurking in the recesses of their mind?

Stay dry - in all the right places - stay happy and above all do stay absolutely horny won't you? As if you needed any encouragement....

Lucinda xxx

Thursday, July 27th 2023

Fresh cream cake anyone?

Well hello, how are we all?

It was great fun to be able to get back onto webcam yesterday after a few months break and meet some lovely new playmates, happy days!

I'm still experimenting a little with my new set up but this time around I have a more comfortable room with better natural light and fewer practical obstacles to overcome for each session. Like probably many others providing webcam services, my 'studio' doubles up as a spare room and everything has to be tucked away out of sight if I'm expecting visitors.

I'll try to keep my planned camming times updated here on my profile (fingers crossed!) but as I'm sure you can identify with, sometimes I just get the urge to hop online anyway and see who's up for some mischief with me...

It's also great to get back to cam session chat and banter too, my favourite from yesterday being "You're like a fresh cream cake, naughty but completely irresistible". I'll take that. With a cherry on :) xxx

Wednesday, December 28th 2022

Thank You's

Well here we all are after an utterly frustrating year for politics, world peace, the economy and the financial wellbeing of our NHS staff, railway workers, Royal Mail staff and um, probably most of the nation. Oh yes and we lost The Queen among our own nearest and dearest. As rubbish years go, it's been up there with the most rubbish years in the entire history of rubbishness.

Thank God we have sex!! Thank God we have desire, lust, longing, hardness, softness, wetness, teasing, anticipation, passion, kissing, stroking, rubbing, fondling, squeezing, nibbling, licking, tonguing, probing, fingering, sucking, fucking, pumping, writhing, thrusting, climaxing, ejaculating, cumming and every other 'ing sex gives us.

And Thank You for your wonderful custom over the last year, whether you've met with me, subscribed to my gallery and movies, messaged me, added me to your Hot List or just kept an eye on my profile. It means a tremendous amount and, especially given the tough financial situation everyone's in, I feel very grateful and honoured to have your ongoing support.

Have a very Happy 'ing New Year one and all!

Lucinda xxx

Saturday, July 16th 2022

My Dad Wrote a Porno....

I'm probably a few years late to the party on this but have recently discovered the juvenile and hilarious joys of the podcast series "My Dad Wrote a Porno" which I'm listening to an episode of each day. It's good for the soul to have a daily belly laugh and whether you're a giggler or a sniggerer I'd thoroughly recommend it. Yes it's about the highly sexed female sales executive of an international pots and pans company and her never ending steamy sexual exploits, written in graphic detail, but somehow I doubt it will fuel your erotic fantasies in quite the way a few minutes on Pornhub might do.

It's a simple premise: A few years ago Jamie Morton's 60 something dad showed him a self published porn "novel" (and I use the word novel loosely here) Belinda Blinked that he'd written and asked for his opinion. Fair to say Jamie's dad, writing under the pseudonym Rocky Flintstone, is no genius of erotic literature but that's the brilliance of the book and it's subsequent series.

Jamie was so appalled / amused by the content that he began a now long running podcast with two friends in which he reads the book to them and they all critique it line by line. Belinda Blumenthal is an extremely liberated woman, with what are frequently described as "tits hanging like pomegranates", who gets up to all sorts of fanciful shenanigans.

It's the descriptions of who does what to whom, exactly how they do it, their clothing and how it's removed, and the surreal settings the encounters place in that trigger the laugh out loud moments. I'm currently on Chapter 6, in which she's been handcuffed to a trellis in a "medium sized maze" - nothing bigger or smaller will suffice - by a pair of pink plastic handcuffs and some parcel string while her boss sends a stream of international acquaintances with absurdly cliched names along one by one for her to impress with her somewhat unorthodox sales techniques. She blinks a lot as well, hence the title.

Once you settle into a chapter and find yourself creating a mental image of the characters and the hot action, aided by the witty commentary from the three podcasters, you may find yourself turning your head from side to side or flinging your arms about as you visualise how he could get himself there, or how she could possibly stretch her legs that far apart and not fall over. It's all good healthy ridiculous fun and as you can probably tell, more than a little addictive.

And for the record, I vow never ever again to describe the act of a man putting his penis / cock / dick inside me as 'penetration'. You'll find out why in Chapter 4. Or was it 5? Enjoy!!! xx

Sunday, January 23rd 2022

Stealth Mode

Stand up close to a door with your hand on the door handle. Keep the door ever so slightly ajar, enough to hear the sounds from outside the room you're in, hand on handle ready to fling the door open.

Now press your forehead against the door so you can keep one eye focussed on what you can see through the spyhole. Listen carefully, you're waiting for a pair of footsteps. The footsteps of the tall client wearing a baseball cap you've seen at a distance striding across the carpark outside on his way in for his booking. How long can you stand there before your squinty eye starts to see double and the hand holding the handle starts to lose it's grip? It's a harder stance to maintain for more than 20 seconds than you think isn't it? You hear someone...yep, that must be the person you're waiting for.

You hear the footsteps getting closer. Definitely a bloke on his own so you decide it's safe to stick your head round the door so he can see he's reached the right room.
You smile invitingly at the tall man in the baseball cap, trying all the while to keep your seductively clad torso and legs tucked firmly out of sight behind the door.

In those few nano seconds he looks at you again. You smile again. He seems hesitant so you raise your eyebrows knowingly, and wink. He looks wildly around then fixes his gaze firmly at the carpet and keeps walking past your door, on down the corridor. Your heart stops. Maybe you've lost your touch and aren't the hot mama you thought you were and he's just scuttled off in disgust. Oh god the shame of it. Do you call out to him? No you can't, the poor bugger's probably trying to find somewhere to hide.

Two seconds later, before you can retreat back behind your door, you hear him unlocking the door to another hotel room that can only be a few numbers along. It slams hard. At the same time you realise there are more footsteps rapidly approaching your door. Another tall man in a baseball cap appears, laughing. "I was worried that was going to happen, I was in the lift with him so I hung back to make sure he didn't see me going into your room"

After that truly mortifying experience last year I've refined my technique, not showing my face at all until I'm certain that the right person is outside my door. I've even whisked men (the right men) into my room seconds after housekeepers have bustled past.

As anyone who has visited me for an incall will testify, they are cautioned not to knock on the door, or even to speak, until we're both inside the room with the door shut. That didn't stop one lovely chap a few months ago totally forgetting protocol and, on seeing me in my entirety as he stepped over the threshold with the door still open, saying loudly and appreciatively "Well hello gorgeous, what a marvellous sight, to be greeted with, how lovely to meet you!!"

I only ever work from busy hotels that have people wandering in and out all the time, no signing in or needing to report to Reception. It's ok, you really don't have a banner above your head announcing your purpose. As far as anyone else is concerned, including the hotel staff, you're just another guest. And I always book my room for 2 guests, so on that score you're safe too.

So chaps, the rules of the game are: Assume an air of relaxed nonchalance as you stroll into the hotel and head for the lift / stairs. No field manoeuvre tread or threat sweeping visual tactics please. You'll stand out a mile believe me, I've seen another escort's client do it through the lounge bar and he was very obvious! And secondly, if you step in front of my door where I can see you through the spyhole (not nearby, I mean right in front of it) I will be ready to let you in, silently, but very very willingly. And then the fun can begin!