A few weeks ago, Mr O took me out to dinner. Now this in and of itself is not unusual, however this time he requested that I wear something short and thigh highs.
Well as you all should know by now, I'm nothing if not obliging! The outfit was completed with the removal of underwear and the addition of pink Luna beads (I don't trust myself with the blue ones without underwear on). I tried desperately the whole ride to the restaurant to get a reaction out of the taxi driver by flashing him shamelessly, but nothing. In a last ditch effort I practically hiked my dress up over my hips as I was getting out - he didn't even look!
Exhibitionist that I am, I was determined to have someone appreciate what I had on offer before the end of the evening.
Saturday 10 September 2011
Sunday 4 September 2011
The Birth, Life and Death of our First Poly Relationship [Omniher]
When I first began my foray into the world of non-monogamy I never thought that I would fall in love, so nobody was more surprised than me when it happened. And fuck me sideways, it actually worked! There's no point rehashing the hows, whys and wherefores of the whole business - I've talked enough about it elsewhere on the blog (here, here and here for starters). So I fell in love. As did Mr O. Luckily with the same person!
We hated the idea of this incredible person being in any way 'secondary' to our relationship. The whole primary/secondary/tertiary poly thing may work for some people, but not for us. If we were going to do this, we were going to do it as equals. Equals. What does that mean? What did it mean in practice?
We hated the idea of this incredible person being in any way 'secondary' to our relationship. The whole primary/secondary/tertiary poly thing may work for some people, but not for us. If we were going to do this, we were going to do it as equals. Equals. What does that mean? What did it mean in practice?
Saturday 3 September 2011
Hello World - We're Back! [Omniher]
We started this blog as a place to let everything out. Combined with our Twitter, it was supposed to be a place where were could talk anonymously about anything and everything (hopefully more good than bad!); especially those things which we didn't necessarily feel comfortable discussing with our friends/family/coworkers etc.
It worked fantastically to begin with! We started conversing with awesome people. We started meeting those awesome people. And suddenly that's where it got hard. We weren't anonymous anymore. Our disclaimer didn't seem to be enough anymore. What if we said something to upset our new-found friends? How would they feel about having their sexual exploits discussed publicly? How can we really, truly freely write about people that we talk to daily? How can we be honest?
It was especially hard after things turned sour with someone who was very important to us and a huge part of our lives. How could we maintain our former honesty in all things when we couldn't be honest about what had happened? And how could we be honest about what happened without causing more hurt? And so, this blog fell by the wayside. In many respects we withdrew from Twitter. It just wasn't the same.
Well, this is a post to let you all know that we intend to return to our former goals of honesty in all things. Our goal of bringing out into the open issues that most people are too scared/ashamed to talk about. To talk about our triumphs as well as our failures. If you know us and don't want to read about yourself, refer to the disclaimer and don't read on. We don't care, we don't do this for the hits. We never reference anyone in such a way as could publicly identify them so you don't need to worry about us 'outing' you. If you feel we've been unfair, tell us in the comments - we won't delete them unless they are abusive or they give personal information about us or anyone else. If you think you could be identified by anything we say drop us a line and we'll remove it. If I didn't mention enough times how much I loved your cock/cunt... Stop being such a narcissist.
This is our place. And we're back.
- Miss O xx
It worked fantastically to begin with! We started conversing with awesome people. We started meeting those awesome people. And suddenly that's where it got hard. We weren't anonymous anymore. Our disclaimer didn't seem to be enough anymore. What if we said something to upset our new-found friends? How would they feel about having their sexual exploits discussed publicly? How can we really, truly freely write about people that we talk to daily? How can we be honest?
It was especially hard after things turned sour with someone who was very important to us and a huge part of our lives. How could we maintain our former honesty in all things when we couldn't be honest about what had happened? And how could we be honest about what happened without causing more hurt? And so, this blog fell by the wayside. In many respects we withdrew from Twitter. It just wasn't the same.
Well, this is a post to let you all know that we intend to return to our former goals of honesty in all things. Our goal of bringing out into the open issues that most people are too scared/ashamed to talk about. To talk about our triumphs as well as our failures. If you know us and don't want to read about yourself, refer to the disclaimer and don't read on. We don't care, we don't do this for the hits. We never reference anyone in such a way as could publicly identify them so you don't need to worry about us 'outing' you. If you feel we've been unfair, tell us in the comments - we won't delete them unless they are abusive or they give personal information about us or anyone else. If you think you could be identified by anything we say drop us a line and we'll remove it. If I didn't mention enough times how much I loved your cock/cunt... Stop being such a narcissist.
This is our place. And we're back.
- Miss O xx
Thursday 30 June 2011
Schoolgirl (Photos)
Photos taken in the bedroom at Chez Omnivores, Wednesday 29 June 2011.
Model: Miss O.
Photographer: Mr. O.
Tuesday 28 June 2011
Challenge: What Happened Next... [Omniher]
Standing in a public toilet cubicle, naked from the waist and cursing myself for not having so much as a pair of nail scissors or a waiter's friend in my ridiculously oversized handbag that I could use to destroy my clothing. Not how I typically start my working week, but my reality yesterday. Because Mr O had demanded that I remove my underwear and cut a hole in the crotch of my tights. Why? I wasn't privy to that information yet, and knew better than to ask. He'd tell me when HE was ready.
It was a game, just like all those that we used to play when we first met. Wear these smartballs to work. Don't wear underwear today. Flash that waiter. Tease yourself, but don't come till I call you - then I want to hear it happen. But this was the first in a long time. And I couldn't let him down.
It was a game, just like all those that we used to play when we first met. Wear these smartballs to work. Don't wear underwear today. Flash that waiter. Tease yourself, but don't come till I call you - then I want to hear it happen. But this was the first in a long time. And I couldn't let him down.
Sunday 26 June 2011
Challenge (Omnihim)
It has been far too long since I've given Miss O a proper challenge. Between the ups and downs we've had since breaking up with Miss L, the (welcome, but sometimes consuming) distractions of other lovers/potential lovers, etc., I've gotten out of the habit of giving her the random tasks that featured so heavily in the early stages of our relationship.
Until this morning. Inspired by Miss O's enthusiastic reaction to the latest post on the (brilliant, highly recommended) Sex Experiment, I decided to make her day a bit more interesting. My first text instructed her to get rid of her underwear for the day, and cut a hole in the crotch of her tights. After she replied to let me know that she'd done it, I sent the following:
"On your lunch break, you need to find a place to get yourself off for me where you could potentially get caught. Can be as public or private as you'd like, but it can't be a place where you're not potentially exposed to people (no public toilet cubicles, etc). And if you get caught, you either have to keep going till you finish regardless of who is watching, or find another spot. If you run out of time on your lunch break, then try again after work. Regardless, your day isn't finished until you come in public. After work, we'll meet at a bar of your choosing for a drink and you'll recount the story to me while you're making yourself come again."
Stay tuned for further updates...
- Mr. O
Until this morning. Inspired by Miss O's enthusiastic reaction to the latest post on the (brilliant, highly recommended) Sex Experiment, I decided to make her day a bit more interesting. My first text instructed her to get rid of her underwear for the day, and cut a hole in the crotch of her tights. After she replied to let me know that she'd done it, I sent the following:
"On your lunch break, you need to find a place to get yourself off for me where you could potentially get caught. Can be as public or private as you'd like, but it can't be a place where you're not potentially exposed to people (no public toilet cubicles, etc). And if you get caught, you either have to keep going till you finish regardless of who is watching, or find another spot. If you run out of time on your lunch break, then try again after work. Regardless, your day isn't finished until you come in public. After work, we'll meet at a bar of your choosing for a drink and you'll recount the story to me while you're making yourself come again."
Stay tuned for further updates...
- Mr. O
Saturday 25 June 2011
Bondage Tape (Photos)
Photos taken in the bedroom at Chez Omnivores, Saturday 25 June 2011.
Model: Miss O.
Photographer: Mr. O.
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