Play dough!

i bet you didn’t expect that did you? Well, the other day my daughter and I made some play dough, it’s great stuff isn’t it?

It certainly has kept my daughter quiet and entertained and I enjoy playing with it too. It’s so tactile and it immediately takes me back to my childhood.

Here’s the recipe for all you who want to give it a go yourselves, it’s very simple and much cheaper than the shop bought stuff!

Ingredients:

1 cup plain (all-purpose) flour

½ cup salt

2 tablespoons cream of tartar

2 tablespoons vegetable oil

1 cup water with food coloring added

1 teaspoon vanilla essence (optional but it makes the playdough smell nice!)

Put all the ingredients into a large saucepan, and stir over a medium heat until the dough forms into a ball. This only takes a few minutes. Allow to cool, and then knead until smooth, this doesn’t take long either and is just like playing with the dough anyway!

Store in an airtight ocntainer and it’ll last for ages!

This makes a nice batch of play dough, enough to split between 2 or 3 children or adults!

So, today’s sense is touch, which is obviously a very sensual sense, if that makes sense! Today I have been enjoying the caress of the sun on my skin, combine that with the childish joy of play dough and a certain story of mine leapt straight to mine.

Hot,Wet and Watched is a Short summer story in the Seasons of Blisse Anthology and here is a very hot sensual excerpt for you to enjoy!

Kev steps into the pool and gently sits down, his legs outstretched, his penis bouncing on the waves. I sigh and give in. I slip off my top and bra. I can feel his eyes upon my body, as well as the baking heat of the summer sun. Bending over, I slide the damp shorts and my even damper panties off my legs. I feel a slight breeze caress my buttocks and barely contain a moan of decadent delight.

“Now, that is nice.” I grin and shiver, submerging my haunches in the pool. We must look ridiculous. Two grown ups sat in a small child’s pool, just enough water to cover our thighs, the feel of the sun on our tops and the ice cold water under our legs…

…He shifts over me and soon he is there between my thighs, pushing me back; his kisses hard, heavy and demanding. As the side of the pool is squished down I feel water pumping out. I am laid out almost flat, the rim of the pool half way up my back, the rest being caressed by soggy grass.

His tongue flicks against my lips. I feel his hardness nudging between my thighs. He is teasing me, letting his cock bounce against my pubic hair and just against my open lips. I can feel them, hot and plump, mostly surrounded by shockingly cold water. But as I hump my pubis up towards him, the lips become exposed to the searing heat of the sun. Hot, then plunged into cold, teased by the sun and the water as well as by the thick, throbbing cock of my lover.

“Fuck me, Kev,” I cry, giving no heed to the fact that just a fence and a few bushes away folks are riding bikes, walking dogs and trundling toddlers to the play park. I really don’t give a shiny shit about them. I want this hard cock in my cunt and I want it now.

“Fuck me, damn you!” I scream, my hips bumping up and down in frustrated urgency, my nails digging into the soft flesh of my husbands back, urging him to plunge into me.

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With the release of Scentsual I have spent alot of time talking about scents and smell, well now I think it’s time that the other senses got a mention and what better way to start than with the sense of taste.

Yesterday I promised you a recipe for Cheesecake and here it is! It’ basically a scaled down version of This recipe by the crock pot lady. Oh, and it is good, very good. I am glad I scaled mine down by half as it’s so good I would have made myself very sick eating it all if I’d have cooked a bigger one!

So this is my recipe which fitted nicely in a 0.75 litre pyrex dish. And would give 6 measly portions and 4 decent sized portions depending on your needs.

Ingredients:

Biscuit base:

1/2 cup crushed digestive biscuits (about 4/5)
- 1T brown sugar
- 1 1/2 T melted butter

Filling

- 8oz cream cheese, room temperature
- 1/3 cup white sugar
- 1 large egg, room temperature
- 2 T Double Cream
- 1 t good vanilla
- 1/2 T flour

In a small bowl combine the crushed biscuits (I put mine in a sandwich bag and thumped them with my rolling pin until they went crumby) with the brown sugar and the melted butter. then press the crumbs into the bottom of the pyrex dish and a little up the sides if you’ve got enough crumbs.

In a large bowl combine soft cheese, cream, vanilla, sugar, egg and flour and whip ’til combined and fluffy.

Sit the cream cheese mix on top of the base and smooth out.

Now I cooked mine in my slow cooker (crock pot) and put about 1 cup of water in the bottom and put the cheesecake in it’s dish in the middle of it. I put a piece of baking paper over the top of ther cheesecake then put the lid on my slow cooker and cooked it on high for 1 hour 15 minutes until the topping was firm to my touch. I then turned off the heat and left the cheesecake in the slow cooker for another hour for it to cool. then I took it out and put it in my fridge for a further 2 hours before I served it.

I am sure you could cook this in a water bath in your oven on a fairly low temperature. Refridgerating it for a few hours after it has cooked the same as I did.

I served mine with Strawberries, mmmm, yummy.

This was very easy to put together and will be a dessert I will do again and again and again. Thanks muchly to the crock pot lady for her inspiration and the original recipe that inspired me.

Now, on to yummy Erotica. Funnily enough, Emma has a thing for Cheesecake in Spiced Vanilla from the Night of The Senses Anthology.

And here’s a little cheesecaketastic excerpt for you!

“No, a promise is a promise. Any cake you like. Choose.”

“Oh, well, can I have a slice of the cheesecake? I’ve been fantasising about your cheesecake for so long. I’ll take it home, if you don’t mind.”

“Okay, but watching you eat it is my favourite bit, you know. I don’t get to see people enjoying my cakes enough. Especially if you’ve been fantasising about it.”

My stomach was too full of butterflies to swallow even a mouthful, though I really did want to please him.

“Not today I’m afraid, Jack. My stomach couldn’t take it.”

“All right, I’ll box you up a slice. Take a seat, do. Would you like a drink?” I shook my head, and his brow crinkled a little.

“How’s business been today?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

“Oh, not bad, not bad,” he replied, “I had a good morning anyway. It’s been dead this afternoon. Here, let me take your coat.”

I undid the buttons on my sensible, woollen coat. It looked a bit past its best, though it had been expensive when I bought it all that time ago. It still kept me warm, and as autumn was rolling in, I needed it against the bitter cold wind and the freezing rain that came in unexpected bursts through the end of summer.

I did have a cat, though it spent most of its time outside, and I was pretty sure it had two or more homes, and it hadn’t puked up at all. I’d just taken a very long time deciding what to wear.

It was too cold to wear anything particularly revealing, not that I owned anything particularly revealing. As a teacher, I had learnt to dress conservatively, especially with seventeen year old boys in the mix. I did find a deep, dark orange top with a long floaty hem and a deep V of cleavage that covered up my tummy nicely and brought attention to my abundant breasts. I’d paired it with a long, heavy brown corduroy skirt that came down to my ankles and covered the tops of my boots. I felt pretty sexy, especially as I wore my favourite red lace underwear underneath.

“Orange is a good colour on you,” he said, as he walked back into the shop, and I blushed.

“Oh, thanks.”

“Compliments the creamy colour of your skin.”

I almost felt the words caressing the exposed flesh at the V of my top. I bit my lip and surreptitiously rubbed my thighs together. This man drove me crazy with lust, and he’d not even said anything that intimate.

“I don’t know how you manage to work here day in and day out. I’d be eating all the stock,” I said. “Just the delicious smell is enough to make my mouth water.”

The air was dense with vanilla, cream and chocolate with that special light air of sweet baking that any baker will tell you lingers long after the cake in question has been cooked.

“I do my fair share of tasting,” he replied, his tongue peeking out to wet his bottom lip. He smiled. “But I enjoy profit far more.”

“It seems a crime to eat these. They’re all such works of art.”

“You flatter me.” I was rewarded by the light flush to his cheeks. “I’m not that good.”

“Oh, stop with the false modesty. You could display these in an art gallery, and people would pay just to look at them and smell them.”

“Ah, but if you do not touch them or taste them you are missing out on most of the sensation.”

His eyes seemed to have darkened to the colour of cooked spinach and instead of being focused on his cakes they were fixed firmly on the pale mounds of my breasts.

“Oh, well, yes, they taste divine,” I replied, in a fluster.

“I bet they do,” he quipped and cocked an eyebrow. I blushed not just on my cheeks. It leaked down and suffused my chest, too.

And now, now I wish I still had a slice of that cheesecake to eat! Suddenly I’m hungry for it, I don’t know why! ;)