Tasha is left wondering if she will ever find him. She checks out the websites again. There is the one she had accidentally stayed ‘online’ all night while she slept on oblivious. There are now well over 100 new admirers from the last few days alone. She instantly dismisses all those who are hundreds of miles away, along with those in their twenties and thirties. (How can she ever get her head around being hit on by guys younger than her after 30 yrs of preferring older men). She feels disgust with herself for the perceived racist attitude as she rejects all the non Caucasian men. She isn’t essentially racist she just doesn’t wish to date a non caucasion anymore than she would date a younger man or even a woman.
There is one new message ……… Hi how ya doin? …………….thats original! But at least it’s a very slight improvement on the series of messages in the last few days from the local guy who told her …………..nice tities ……….very eloquent! As if the modest picture on her profile even showed her breasts. Some people have no finesse.
There had been a couple of men last week who had seemed promising. On site A there was the executive whose hobbies included his Harley, not bad looking, only 20 miles away, slightly older than Tasha. Harley had been exchanging messages with Tasha all evening but a week had now passed and not another word. He was probably busy all week it would be interesting to see if he contacted her again.
Walker on the other hand lived further away, her age but never had kids. He is good looking in a cute kind of way. Both the distance (not impossible) and the no kids bothers her a little. Tasha had contacted Walker on site B, he had been among those who had checked out her profile. At first they messaged on the site then he gave her his email address, in reply she gave him her secondary email address. Something told her to be cautious about this cute man who was already saying she looks very kissable. A few brief emails between them and he adds Tasha to his msn messenger.
She accepts his invite but is chatting to a friend when Walker says ‘hello’. They chat for a while, but although he never says anything out of turn, Tasha feels that this man rather than looking for a long term relationship with an equal partner is looking more to satisfy his sexual desires for a voluptuous woman. Probably the only thing he is looking for in a woman is large breasts.
Tasha tires of the conversation saying she is sleepy she bids him goodnight.
Settling down for the night she thinks about the two men currently tearing her heart apart. It is a year virtually to the day when she found Kas. ‘Sleazy’ was what Hector had said when Tasha showed him the first message from Kas. But Tasha being Tasha the headstrong woman that she is refused to take any notice. Kas was different to any man she had ever known, not only is he charming, polite, intelligent and very successful but there was a certain element of innocence about him. Tasha was intrigued by Kas.
Over the months that followed Tasha soon learnt what a rollercoaster of emotions she was to go through with Kas but it was too late to jump off the ride now. She had already invested too much of herself. There was nothing she could do, she already knew she was in love with Kas even before they met. On that hot summer day as they drove along holding hands, stopping for a drink but their first kiss so passionate, the sparks that flew around them, their mutual hunger for each other so great that rather than stop for a beverage in this public place they booked into a hotel. Her inhibitions and shyness forgotten in the arms of her love. Her love was so great for this man that she didn’t even care if the sex they were to have was merely mediocre, because just being here with him was all that mattered. But he seduced her so thoroughly, he gave her the sexual experience of her life. How could life get any better than this. Lying in the arms of the man she loved, spent from the most amazing experience. He had taken her to heights she had only ever dreampt about.
Later from the loneliness of their separate homes expressions of desire and fulfilment were followed by the searing pain of separation as his businesses kept them apart. Often and for increasingly prolonged periods he was not only in a different country but so far away that his time zone meant he was even in a different day. Weeks turned to months. The gaps between his calls grew. Her friends worried about her telling her to forget him and move on.
Tasha was too deeply in love to even contemplate letting another man into her life. How could any man ever compete with the love she felt for Kas. She loved him, she trusted and respected him. How could she ever feel these things for any other man. More time passed and Tasha began to know within herself that although her trust in Kas was unfaltering, she knew that eventually this busy period in his life would change, she couldn’t keep up this kind of non living, this limbo her life was in.
Mentally she gave herself a date by which time Kas must prove to her that it wouldn’t always be like this. The date she had given herself but not revealed to anyone was approaching but had not yet been reached when it happened.
John entered her life. It was a very gradual thing. Starting with emails. At first Tasha was unsure about this but curious as ever she began to find out things about John. Although they didn’t know each other he belonged to a period in her life she thought was over. Over the weeks while she still pined for Kas she found herself smiling each time she discovered a new email from John. As the weeks passed so did the deadline date for Kas. She didn’t stop loving Kas how could she, but it wasn’t so painful now this separation.
Thoughts of Kas were still with her but increasingly thoughts of John were pushing Kas out. By this time the emails between Tasha and John had become less formal and there were now many text messages and even phone calls too. The passion for Kas was slipping. It was being replaced by a friendship with John. Tasha and John were now nurturing a special relationship built on common ground. Their mutual ability to make each other laugh, the ease with which they could chat using any medium. Tasha was becoming drawn to John, she found he was filling her thoughts more than Kas. The passion was still there for Kas but this softer gentler calmness that she was experiencing was not for Kas but John.
Now it is not Kas but John she dreams of at night, It is John she wants to have in her arms. It is the soft gentleness of John’s kisses that she craves. It is the sexy sensuous words of John in response to her own that fill her with desire and hope.
There had been a time when Tasha had worried about letting John into her life, Supposing she had let John into her heart but then Kas became available. What would she do, what could she do. She didn’t want to hurt either of them. But now she knows that as hard as it is she must push Kas out of her life. He will always be special to her, he had taught her so much about herself. He had shown her how special she is, he had shown her that the only person she can rely on to make herself happy is Tasha herself.
Tasha had unconsciously made the decision. She had made her choice, she would rather have the gentle sexy John in her life than the successful, passionate Kas who would never be fully hers, while he is still committed to his work. Now she must be patient and hope that John wants her in his life.
In the meantime Tasha is going to make use of her imagination. She will imagine the first time she becomes his. The feel of his hands as they caress her skin. What it will be like when he shows her how much he wants her. She will dream of the caress of his hot tongue as it brushes her inner thigh, her soft pubic hair as it tickles his nose as he buries his face in her wet pussy tasting her sweet nectar for the first time. She will imagine how it will be when first she shows him how good it will feel for them both when she gently takes his swollen shaft in her fingers drawing him towards her mouth. Her tongue flickering and swirling around and along his length, before she slips his head glistening with precum between her greedy lips, sucking him into her hot mouth as far as she can.
Her thoughts interrupted by an old admirer that Tasha has been avoiding. He asks Tasha how she is but she knows what he really means is when can he see her again.
you loved up then
I’m happy
nice one well done. still looking for a lady to play with do you know any yet lol
sorry
so can i rely on you to put the feelers out lol
where would I do that?
not sure what contacts you may have/friends/colleagues a busy lady like you lol
lol as far as I am aware all my friends/colleagues are very staid
never mind i'll just have to rely on my memories and imagination
lol
its not a lot to ask is it - tights dom/sub etc etc
lol for some people probably not but for he majority it would.......... i feel responsible for putting that idea into your head
dont worry its nice
I would imagine there are sites/forums online where you might find someone
Tasha steers the conversation away from what he wants, she’s heard it all before in the two years she has known him. But she does feel guilty for planting the Dom/sub idea into his head all that time ago when she had been toying with the idea of becoming a sub just for fun.
By the time she is again alone with her thoughts, it is too late, she has forgotten where she had got to in her imagined seduction of the lovely John. Roll on tonight when again she can imagine she is not alone in her bed. Is it too much to ask in this life not to wake up alone every single day?
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Winter warmer
Last summer I wrote a fantasy for my darling Romeo whilst he was waiting for his flight home from the other side of the world. Now 6 months later I am on the verge of a new relationship with Kama. For the last few days he has been away on business. The weather is cold and just to tease him I sent him an email containing a winter warmer (other wise known as ..... long distance arousal).
Tonight when I got home from work he had sent me an email written whilst he was on the train returning to the airport. Much to my amazement it wasn't just his thoughts about what he had read. It was an indepth response. I just had to share it with you. Do you think he has what it takes to write.
Tonight when I got home from work he had sent me an email written whilst he was on the train returning to the airport. Much to my amazement it wasn't just his thoughts about what he had read. It was an indepth response. I just had to share it with you. Do you think he has what it takes to write.
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxX
The flight home was more than a little uncomfortable… ohh, the flight was ok, it was the erotic thoughts racing through his mind and the defined effect it was having between his legs. The anticipation of switching on the phone was so intense. He looked at his watch; 1 ½ hours to go, 1 ½ hours before he could switch his phone on. What would he see? Would there be a tx, a picture of the demands he put on the love of his life? 1 ½ hours…!
Try as he may but he couldn’t concentrate on any of the paper work hidden in the files laid on the lap table in front of him. If anything they were concealing his modesty, a lump in his trousers that just wouldn’t go away. He closed his eyes and tried to think of something else but the vision of seeing his love’s fingers sliding in and out of her pink, swollen pussy lips was driving him mad. Without realising it he raised his hand toward his mouth and gently began to suck on the same 2 fingers he imagined his sexy lady had used, tasting the sweet clear nectar of her love juice. He knew this taste so well and eagerly wanted more. He awkwardly readjusted his hard cock through his trousers and looked around to see if anyone had seen him sucking on his fingers. Worse still, moving himself to a comfortable position, albeit as discretely as possible, or so he hoped.
His eyes felt a little heavy and so he moved his seat back to rest but those thoughts, those feelings, those visions kept on racing through his mind. The taste of his sweet love lingered in his mouth. What he would give to be between her soft, silky, outstretched thighs, her knees slightly bent invitingly. He placed his hands under the cheeks of her curvaceous bottom, his arms drawing her hips upwards toward his open mouth. His tongue was about to lick her. He could feel the warmth of her body against his face, he could smell the sweetness of her pussy. His mouth was now firmly but gently resting against her ripe love nest and he started to gently slide his tongue over and through the pink folds of her swollen lips. His nose was brushing up against her soft pubic mound, her hairs felt wonderful against his rough face. He began to lap eagerly up and down, her lips naturally opened like the petals of a red rose to accommodate his ever stiffening tongue. He could feel her hands pressing firmly down on the back of his head. He could hear the whimpers escaping from her mouth getting louder. His tongue moved faster, he pushed his lips up firmly against the swollen folds of her labia. Her love button had become exposed and erect and he thought now…now my love, cum to your hearts content, thrust yourself onto my face, rub yourself hard against my tongue, cum and cum and cum….
….he suddenly awoke, eyes wide trying to focus on what was being presented to him. He looked to his left and a stewardess was offering him a serviette. Sorry to startle you sir but we are about to land and I need your seat upright. (Only my seat he thought cheekily to himself but why the serviette?) She motioned toward her chin. Sir, you might like to wipe your face. He tried desperately to hide his embarrassment. Ohh no, ‘what was I doing whilst I was dreaming, what was I saying in my sub-conscious state…?’ He felt the blood rush to his face, beads of perspiration on his forehead…
The pretty stewardess simply smiled with a knowing twinkle in her eye. ‘Have a safe onward journey Sir’….cum fly with us again..!
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxX
The flight home was more than a little uncomfortable… ohh, the flight was ok, it was the erotic thoughts racing through his mind and the defined effect it was having between his legs. The anticipation of switching on the phone was so intense. He looked at his watch; 1 ½ hours to go, 1 ½ hours before he could switch his phone on. What would he see? Would there be a tx, a picture of the demands he put on the love of his life? 1 ½ hours…!
Try as he may but he couldn’t concentrate on any of the paper work hidden in the files laid on the lap table in front of him. If anything they were concealing his modesty, a lump in his trousers that just wouldn’t go away. He closed his eyes and tried to think of something else but the vision of seeing his love’s fingers sliding in and out of her pink, swollen pussy lips was driving him mad. Without realising it he raised his hand toward his mouth and gently began to suck on the same 2 fingers he imagined his sexy lady had used, tasting the sweet clear nectar of her love juice. He knew this taste so well and eagerly wanted more. He awkwardly readjusted his hard cock through his trousers and looked around to see if anyone had seen him sucking on his fingers. Worse still, moving himself to a comfortable position, albeit as discretely as possible, or so he hoped.
His eyes felt a little heavy and so he moved his seat back to rest but those thoughts, those feelings, those visions kept on racing through his mind. The taste of his sweet love lingered in his mouth. What he would give to be between her soft, silky, outstretched thighs, her knees slightly bent invitingly. He placed his hands under the cheeks of her curvaceous bottom, his arms drawing her hips upwards toward his open mouth. His tongue was about to lick her. He could feel the warmth of her body against his face, he could smell the sweetness of her pussy. His mouth was now firmly but gently resting against her ripe love nest and he started to gently slide his tongue over and through the pink folds of her swollen lips. His nose was brushing up against her soft pubic mound, her hairs felt wonderful against his rough face. He began to lap eagerly up and down, her lips naturally opened like the petals of a red rose to accommodate his ever stiffening tongue. He could feel her hands pressing firmly down on the back of his head. He could hear the whimpers escaping from her mouth getting louder. His tongue moved faster, he pushed his lips up firmly against the swollen folds of her labia. Her love button had become exposed and erect and he thought now…now my love, cum to your hearts content, thrust yourself onto my face, rub yourself hard against my tongue, cum and cum and cum….
….he suddenly awoke, eyes wide trying to focus on what was being presented to him. He looked to his left and a stewardess was offering him a serviette. Sorry to startle you sir but we are about to land and I need your seat upright. (Only my seat he thought cheekily to himself but why the serviette?) She motioned toward her chin. Sir, you might like to wipe your face. He tried desperately to hide his embarrassment. Ohh no, ‘what was I doing whilst I was dreaming, what was I saying in my sub-conscious state…?’ He felt the blood rush to his face, beads of perspiration on his forehead…
The pretty stewardess simply smiled with a knowing twinkle in her eye. ‘Have a safe onward journey Sir’….cum fly with us again..!
XxXxXxXxXxXxXxX
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Clatter
The clatter of studded boots on concrete floors as the players spill out of the changing rooms, on to the open grass, heading towards their allocated pitch. Parents and other spectators standing in groups stamping feet rubbing gloved hands in an attempt to get a little warmer. Clutching flasks of tea or coffee for later.
Nets being hurriedly put up whilst managers and coaches go through the warm up exercises, practicing set pieces, corners, penalty shots and the rest. Numb fingers trying to collect money and write names onto official forms. The shouts of abuse from opposing sides sometimes friendly banter other times intimidation. Persuading one of the spectators to take up the flag and run up and down the side line keeping up with the run of play, taking the flack from spectators annoyed by his decisions.
The man or occasionally woman in the middle all dressed in black with whistle, note book and cards to hand. Good or bad he must be paid, his decisions unquestioned, rarely appreciated, isolated from the masses, a lonely figure, dedicated to the game.
Turning out no matter what the weather, cold and wet, freezing or hot, wind or snow.
These are the things I remember as I receive the text. ‘stay under duvet, game is off’
Turning over in my bed, snuggled in the warmth………that’s ok then.
Nets being hurriedly put up whilst managers and coaches go through the warm up exercises, practicing set pieces, corners, penalty shots and the rest. Numb fingers trying to collect money and write names onto official forms. The shouts of abuse from opposing sides sometimes friendly banter other times intimidation. Persuading one of the spectators to take up the flag and run up and down the side line keeping up with the run of play, taking the flack from spectators annoyed by his decisions.
The man or occasionally woman in the middle all dressed in black with whistle, note book and cards to hand. Good or bad he must be paid, his decisions unquestioned, rarely appreciated, isolated from the masses, a lonely figure, dedicated to the game.
Turning out no matter what the weather, cold and wet, freezing or hot, wind or snow.
These are the things I remember as I receive the text. ‘stay under duvet, game is off’
Turning over in my bed, snuggled in the warmth………that’s ok then.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Solitaire
Lazily lying back against the pillows Anna scans her emails, one or two from friends, half a dozen from companies that have her on their mailing lists. But still no email from Jack, fighting back her disappointment she reaches under the duvet slowly moving the cold metal that silently vibrates inside her. Drawing it out very slowly, so that the vibrations work on just the right spot. Now it is more than just her hot pussy that feels the vibrations, her whole body is overtaken by her convulsions. Anna is aware of the blood draining from her head as she reaches her silent climax. It is always like this when Jack is away. It is as though she has imposed this rule on herself. Solo orgasms are silent orgasms, her moans are reserved for her handsome husband.
Anna doesn’t mind the silent heat, she is used to keeping her noise to a minimum from all those years of house sharing with Kelly-Anne and the various other house mates who had come and gone. Anna had felt that after her string of no good boyfriends she would be single forever then out of the blue just a week before she turned 30 she had met Jack. Both simultaneously reaching for the last copy of Swallows and Amazons. A smile spreads over her face at the memory.
‘sorry’
‘no I’m sorry......if you really want it, take it, I can get it elsewhere’
‘thank you, a gift for my niece, she thinks she’s a boy, loves boats and books’.
‘I have some time to kill do you fancy a coffee, I would love to hear about this niece of yours’.
Anna had been instantly attracted by his big brown eyes and cheeky smile. Now just over two years later she missed him so much when he was away, like now. Another 3 days and he should be back where he belongs here inside her. Mmmmm, coming back to the here and now Anna adjusts the angle of her wrist allowing the gentle vibrations to hit the spot with a little more pressure, twisting the end the movement inside her increases. Across the hall the telephone interrupts her thoughts, allowing it to ring unanswered Anna loses herself once more on the crest of another orgasm. The fuck ring beneath her ass spreading as her juice runs from her stimulated pussy. Damn another sheet that will need washing.
Catching sight of the clock Anna realises she has been here too long she will be later for work if she strips the bed before she goes but it will have to be done.
‘fuck, I feel so, so, so, gawd not horny what is it, horny but more than that hungry, yes hungry that will do. Watch out Mr Wonderful sexy pants cos I’m gonna eat you the minute you get through this door.’
‘Oh oh here we go again’,
biting down on her lip Anna shudders through another orgasm.
‘God damn you Mr Wilson, why are you away when I need your tight ass here between my legs as you pump right into me, how I miss you darling.’
The alarm goes off reminding her that its time to stop playing, but she can’t resist a slight twist as she clamps her thighs around the end of this smooth vibrating metal, now as hot as she. One more shuddering climax, her wetness dribbling from her hot cunt, the towel below her giving minimum protection to their bedding.
Anna doesn’t mind the silent heat, she is used to keeping her noise to a minimum from all those years of house sharing with Kelly-Anne and the various other house mates who had come and gone. Anna had felt that after her string of no good boyfriends she would be single forever then out of the blue just a week before she turned 30 she had met Jack. Both simultaneously reaching for the last copy of Swallows and Amazons. A smile spreads over her face at the memory.
‘sorry’
‘no I’m sorry......if you really want it, take it, I can get it elsewhere’
‘thank you, a gift for my niece, she thinks she’s a boy, loves boats and books’.
‘I have some time to kill do you fancy a coffee, I would love to hear about this niece of yours’.
Anna had been instantly attracted by his big brown eyes and cheeky smile. Now just over two years later she missed him so much when he was away, like now. Another 3 days and he should be back where he belongs here inside her. Mmmmm, coming back to the here and now Anna adjusts the angle of her wrist allowing the gentle vibrations to hit the spot with a little more pressure, twisting the end the movement inside her increases. Across the hall the telephone interrupts her thoughts, allowing it to ring unanswered Anna loses herself once more on the crest of another orgasm. The fuck ring beneath her ass spreading as her juice runs from her stimulated pussy. Damn another sheet that will need washing.
Catching sight of the clock Anna realises she has been here too long she will be later for work if she strips the bed before she goes but it will have to be done.
‘fuck, I feel so, so, so, gawd not horny what is it, horny but more than that hungry, yes hungry that will do. Watch out Mr Wonderful sexy pants cos I’m gonna eat you the minute you get through this door.’
‘Oh oh here we go again’,
biting down on her lip Anna shudders through another orgasm.
‘God damn you Mr Wilson, why are you away when I need your tight ass here between my legs as you pump right into me, how I miss you darling.’
The alarm goes off reminding her that its time to stop playing, but she can’t resist a slight twist as she clamps her thighs around the end of this smooth vibrating metal, now as hot as she. One more shuddering climax, her wetness dribbling from her hot cunt, the towel below her giving minimum protection to their bedding.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
My Kind of Wonderful
My kind of wonderful
‘Take a deep breath and kiss me passionately without letting go. ‘
Anna obeyed Jack holding onto him for dear life as his fingers worked inside her, she could feel her body exploding in the best orgasm she had ever had. Again and again Jack encouraged her to kiss him in this way. Again and again orgasm after orgasm burst from the depths of her being.
‘Darling I can’t get enough of your love babe, you’re my reality, my everything‘
Jack whispers in Anna’s ear as she slowly comes back to earth after such intense feelings. Lying spent in his arms; Anna wonders how she ever survives every time her husband is away from her, sometimes for weeks at a time. She has loved Jack for two years now, 18 months of that time as husband and wife after a whirlwind romance. But still she is always amazed at his skills in giving her the best sex of her life. It isn’t just sex and neither is it just making love it is more than that. In Anna’s mind the phrase ‘making love’ is sweet, gentle and passionate. What Jack and Anna have is beyond that.
They have their moments of sweet gentle passion but mostly it is an all consuming exploration of each other not just in body but in mind too, pushing boundaries, trying new things. Neither of them had been totally naive when they met but neither had either of them been completely versed in the different sexual activities possible. Together they were on a journey to heaven, no not heaven paradise.
Each time Jack’s work as an internationally renowned Lawyer took him away from her side, they both spent some of their time apart researching. Surfing the net, reading about sexual pleasure. Jack would find sites that explained various techniques , all very technical, whilst Anna preferred to read blogs. She had a list of sex blogs she would read, some informative but mostly women and sometimes men describing sex that they had. Anna had befriended some of these people who encouraged and taught her so much. Sometimes there were forums where she could read stories some real life others fantasies.
When Jack returned from his travels Anna would draw him a bath with essential oils, aromatic candles on the window ledge flickering their warm glow as Anna bathed away all the stresses of Jack’s travels. Once Jack was relaxed he would reach out and gently pull on the belt of Anna’s silk robe, watching as the fold slipped from her body and she would climb into the corner tub beside him. Very quickly the oily water making both their bodies slippery as they clung together making love gently, the warm water lapping at their skin. As the water cooled Jack would pull the plug as they both absently watched the water disappearing until they were left in puddles of tepid liquid. Climbing out, taking Anna’s hand he gently pulls her to her feet, lifting her in his strong arms he carries her naked body to their Queen sized bed. Nuzzling his neck as he carries her Anna tells her husband for perhaps the hundredth time that she feels so lucky to have found him.
Placing her onto the bed so that her legs are draped over the side Jack kneels before her, lifting her legs over his shoulders he leans forward kissing her inner thighs with butterfly kisses. She knows he will drive her wild as her hands reach for his head, her fingers twisting in his luxurious deep brown hair. She tries to resist but she knows she will soon be pulling him to her pushing his face into her hot swollen cunt as he teases her labia with his tongue. They both knew the delirium she will be in as he taunts her body. He will be merciless in his play. He has learnt over the two years how to press her buttons sending her to the heights she tries to resist. Sometimes as she is climbing the walls of desire he will move back away from her, leaving her wanting more. There have been times he has even left the room. She wants to follow him and drag him back to the bed but her legs are too weak to hold her and all she can do is wait for his return.
She was shocked the first time he returned with pink silk scarves, as he tied her hands to the bed. She had never been tied before, but he wanted her to let go just let herself go with the release of having no control. It had been good, better than she had imagined. But if she thought that was a shock it was nothing compared to the time he had rolled her onto her stomach, again tying her hands not to the bed but together above her head. Silence had been followed by a sudden sting as he slapped her butt, he had revelled in the growing glow of red on her cheeks the warmth that emanated from her stinging flesh. She was surprised to find that she had enjoyed this, she hadn’t wanted to admit it to him but her body had given her away as the moisture trickled down her thighs.
When she felt she had had enough he would go back to licking her out, oh god how he drives her wild with his tongue, she misses it when he is away. But as he licks her she craves his delicious cock in her mouth. She wants to suck him to fill her mouth with his hard shaft. Anna can never quite decide what she wants more his cock in her mouth or his tongue in her pussy. Sometimes she clamps her legs together refusing to let him in until he joins her on the bed and they get into a 69 position so that she can suck and lick him while he has his nose pressing on her clit as he licks her out. Pure, unadulterated, bliss. She sucks and licks him until he comes in her mouth, she swallows some of it but savours the rest until she can kiss his lips, gifting him some of his precious cum. He had been startled the first time she had done that but now he enjoys it as much as she.
As they lie cuddled together her hand works on his penis bring back his hardness as she nips and flicks his nipples, he strokes her hair telling her how much he has missed her. Before long he is ready for her and slips between her legs, nudging her thighs apart he enters her slowly at first then gradually faster and harder until they collapse in a heap as they climax together. They fall asleep happy, when they wake that’s when the real acrobatic and experimental sex begins. When they show each other what they have learnt, the things they want to try. She is aware he still has those cute nipple clamps in his bedside drawer but she is afraid of those and she knows he won’t try them on her unless she feels ready.
‘Baby you are my dream, my wish and all my fantasies’
‘I want to lie like this with you forever.’ he replies.
‘Take a deep breath and kiss me passionately without letting go. ‘
Anna obeyed Jack holding onto him for dear life as his fingers worked inside her, she could feel her body exploding in the best orgasm she had ever had. Again and again Jack encouraged her to kiss him in this way. Again and again orgasm after orgasm burst from the depths of her being.
‘Darling I can’t get enough of your love babe, you’re my reality, my everything‘
Jack whispers in Anna’s ear as she slowly comes back to earth after such intense feelings. Lying spent in his arms; Anna wonders how she ever survives every time her husband is away from her, sometimes for weeks at a time. She has loved Jack for two years now, 18 months of that time as husband and wife after a whirlwind romance. But still she is always amazed at his skills in giving her the best sex of her life. It isn’t just sex and neither is it just making love it is more than that. In Anna’s mind the phrase ‘making love’ is sweet, gentle and passionate. What Jack and Anna have is beyond that.
They have their moments of sweet gentle passion but mostly it is an all consuming exploration of each other not just in body but in mind too, pushing boundaries, trying new things. Neither of them had been totally naive when they met but neither had either of them been completely versed in the different sexual activities possible. Together they were on a journey to heaven, no not heaven paradise.
Each time Jack’s work as an internationally renowned Lawyer took him away from her side, they both spent some of their time apart researching. Surfing the net, reading about sexual pleasure. Jack would find sites that explained various techniques , all very technical, whilst Anna preferred to read blogs. She had a list of sex blogs she would read, some informative but mostly women and sometimes men describing sex that they had. Anna had befriended some of these people who encouraged and taught her so much. Sometimes there were forums where she could read stories some real life others fantasies.
When Jack returned from his travels Anna would draw him a bath with essential oils, aromatic candles on the window ledge flickering their warm glow as Anna bathed away all the stresses of Jack’s travels. Once Jack was relaxed he would reach out and gently pull on the belt of Anna’s silk robe, watching as the fold slipped from her body and she would climb into the corner tub beside him. Very quickly the oily water making both their bodies slippery as they clung together making love gently, the warm water lapping at their skin. As the water cooled Jack would pull the plug as they both absently watched the water disappearing until they were left in puddles of tepid liquid. Climbing out, taking Anna’s hand he gently pulls her to her feet, lifting her in his strong arms he carries her naked body to their Queen sized bed. Nuzzling his neck as he carries her Anna tells her husband for perhaps the hundredth time that she feels so lucky to have found him.
Placing her onto the bed so that her legs are draped over the side Jack kneels before her, lifting her legs over his shoulders he leans forward kissing her inner thighs with butterfly kisses. She knows he will drive her wild as her hands reach for his head, her fingers twisting in his luxurious deep brown hair. She tries to resist but she knows she will soon be pulling him to her pushing his face into her hot swollen cunt as he teases her labia with his tongue. They both knew the delirium she will be in as he taunts her body. He will be merciless in his play. He has learnt over the two years how to press her buttons sending her to the heights she tries to resist. Sometimes as she is climbing the walls of desire he will move back away from her, leaving her wanting more. There have been times he has even left the room. She wants to follow him and drag him back to the bed but her legs are too weak to hold her and all she can do is wait for his return.
She was shocked the first time he returned with pink silk scarves, as he tied her hands to the bed. She had never been tied before, but he wanted her to let go just let herself go with the release of having no control. It had been good, better than she had imagined. But if she thought that was a shock it was nothing compared to the time he had rolled her onto her stomach, again tying her hands not to the bed but together above her head. Silence had been followed by a sudden sting as he slapped her butt, he had revelled in the growing glow of red on her cheeks the warmth that emanated from her stinging flesh. She was surprised to find that she had enjoyed this, she hadn’t wanted to admit it to him but her body had given her away as the moisture trickled down her thighs.
When she felt she had had enough he would go back to licking her out, oh god how he drives her wild with his tongue, she misses it when he is away. But as he licks her she craves his delicious cock in her mouth. She wants to suck him to fill her mouth with his hard shaft. Anna can never quite decide what she wants more his cock in her mouth or his tongue in her pussy. Sometimes she clamps her legs together refusing to let him in until he joins her on the bed and they get into a 69 position so that she can suck and lick him while he has his nose pressing on her clit as he licks her out. Pure, unadulterated, bliss. She sucks and licks him until he comes in her mouth, she swallows some of it but savours the rest until she can kiss his lips, gifting him some of his precious cum. He had been startled the first time she had done that but now he enjoys it as much as she.
As they lie cuddled together her hand works on his penis bring back his hardness as she nips and flicks his nipples, he strokes her hair telling her how much he has missed her. Before long he is ready for her and slips between her legs, nudging her thighs apart he enters her slowly at first then gradually faster and harder until they collapse in a heap as they climax together. They fall asleep happy, when they wake that’s when the real acrobatic and experimental sex begins. When they show each other what they have learnt, the things they want to try. She is aware he still has those cute nipple clamps in his bedside drawer but she is afraid of those and she knows he won’t try them on her unless she feels ready.
‘Baby you are my dream, my wish and all my fantasies’
‘I want to lie like this with you forever.’ he replies.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
long distance arousal
Picking up his freshly charged champagne flute he presses send on his phone. With a wry smile he imagines her expression of defiance as she reads his words so far away on the other side of the world. He knows her initial response will be one of astonishment that he has dared to make this request. She will possible stick out her tongue in a gesture of impudence but then the twinkle of mischief will reach her eyes as she decides to give in to him but she won't be too compliant. This is part of their game. He gives her a request she turns him down so he gives her an order which she will challenge so he becomes her stern master and she becomes putty to his will. taking another sip of his chilled wine he muses how long will it be before he gets her reply, if the airwaves are busy he could be on his plane flying back to her before he gets the reply.
beep beep her text here already now that was quicker than he had expected. mmmm if their messages are getting through this fast he can have some real fun and she will be in a real tizz by the time he reaches her side. If only his flight wasn't so long. Opening her message it is as he had expected.
I'm busy working, I don't have time for your games, why don't you touch yourself instead? xxx
I am only asking you to play with your nipple and pretend it is my touch then send me a picture xxx
how much have you been drinking? xxx
thats my business now send me the picture of your hard nipple xxx
I told you I am too busy, why don't you take a picture of your own nipple and pretend it is mine ......ok x
what only one kiss, now, now, we are in a strop, where is the picture I want? xxx
He waves away the waiter he doesn't need any more champagne this game is going to be all the stimulation he needs for now, besides he mustn't have too much before boarding his flight. another hour before his driver will take him back to the airport, half an hour later he will be in the sky heading towards his lady love.
I told you I am working before I go to the gym, you want me to look good for you don't you sweetheart xxx
Now I am not happy I have asked you to play with your nipple and send me a picture why has this not arrived yet. Now as you have not done as I asked I am telling you that your picture must be here in 10 minutes. xx
giving orders now are you sir? xxx
yes now be a good girl and play with your nipple only now as you are taking so long I want pictures of both your nippples xxx
that should give her something to keep her busy for a few minutes, he knows she will make the pictures the best she can. opening his brief case he reads a couple of pages of the document he will be checking over on the plane. 15 minutes have passed and still nothing.
your master is displeased with you for your disobedience, you can be sure you will be taken in hand on my return. xx
Just as he presses the send button he receives a new text from her.
getting demanding now are you my master? here is one picture for you, I hope you are happy now. xxx
Your master concedes that this picture will go someway to making him happier on his journey. However you have not been as obedient as your master wishes.xxx
my master I am sorry to have displeased, how can I make it up to you sir? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
young lady do you really think you will be spared punishment by lavishing your master with kisses. Please think again. xxx
Please master, you know I will do anything for you, what would you have me do so you won't need to punish me? xxxxxxxx
He feels now is the time to be bold with this woman of his. He has never pushed her in this way before, but he knows she enjoys a little spice. This distance between them is hard for them both. He has been trying to ignore the tightness in his pants. But now he feels close to bursting. He will
just send his demand then he will have to go to the discreet gents washroom to sort himself out. Just thinking about this woman gives him a rock hard arousal. here goes either she will do as he demands 'as it is for you my darling' or she will refuse. He finishes typing, shuts his eyes as he presses that little button with the word send. He is still busy in the freshly scented, immaculate cloakroom when he feels the vibration in his breast pocket followed by the beep beep.
Sir I cannot believe my master want's me to do this!!!
do you dare to disobey your master? xx
that was awkward he has never text while dealing with his manhood beforenow to finish this impotant business of what some refer to as wanking, such a distateful expression for something so exsquisite. back at his table he drains the flute eats the last of the little dish of stuffed green olives.
Master if you really wish a photo of my fingers in my pussy I shall do this as it is for my master, but I thought we had agreed that we both prefer suggestive pictures xxxx
young lady you are quite correct I do prefer suggestive photos but you will do this to prove to me that you belong to me and no one else.xxxxx
So it seems she is willing to do this for me he smiles to himself with satisfaction as he sees the hotel manager coming in his direction.
'Mr King if you would please follow me, your car is waiting, your bags are already checked in for you, we hope you have enjoyed your stay, it is such a pity you were only here such a short time on this visit. Will we be seeing you again soon sir? It is always such a pleasure to have you here, such a gentleman.'
Thank you Charles, aways a pleasure to be here, I am sure you will see me again later in the year.
As he slides into the waiting car he thinks to himself that perhaps they wouldn't consider him such a gentleman if they knew what he had in mind for his woman. Holding his briefcase to him he thinks of the silk ties,matching blindfold and handcuffs he has bought. If these go down well perhaps he would take her shopping for some other toys. Regretfully he switches off his phone , he will have to wait now until he lands in London to see her picture. If he knows anything about her she will be deep in the throes of orgasm as she brings herself off several times before she is in any state to take the demanded evidence of her love for her man.
beep beep her text here already now that was quicker than he had expected. mmmm if their messages are getting through this fast he can have some real fun and she will be in a real tizz by the time he reaches her side. If only his flight wasn't so long. Opening her message it is as he had expected.
I'm busy working, I don't have time for your games, why don't you touch yourself instead? xxx
I am only asking you to play with your nipple and pretend it is my touch then send me a picture xxx
how much have you been drinking? xxx
thats my business now send me the picture of your hard nipple xxx
I told you I am too busy, why don't you take a picture of your own nipple and pretend it is mine ......ok x
what only one kiss, now, now, we are in a strop, where is the picture I want? xxx
He waves away the waiter he doesn't need any more champagne this game is going to be all the stimulation he needs for now, besides he mustn't have too much before boarding his flight. another hour before his driver will take him back to the airport, half an hour later he will be in the sky heading towards his lady love.
I told you I am working before I go to the gym, you want me to look good for you don't you sweetheart xxx
Now I am not happy I have asked you to play with your nipple and send me a picture why has this not arrived yet. Now as you have not done as I asked I am telling you that your picture must be here in 10 minutes. xx
giving orders now are you sir? xxx
yes now be a good girl and play with your nipple only now as you are taking so long I want pictures of both your nippples xxx
that should give her something to keep her busy for a few minutes, he knows she will make the pictures the best she can. opening his brief case he reads a couple of pages of the document he will be checking over on the plane. 15 minutes have passed and still nothing.
your master is displeased with you for your disobedience, you can be sure you will be taken in hand on my return. xx
Just as he presses the send button he receives a new text from her.
getting demanding now are you my master? here is one picture for you, I hope you are happy now. xxx
Your master concedes that this picture will go someway to making him happier on his journey. However you have not been as obedient as your master wishes.xxx
my master I am sorry to have displeased, how can I make it up to you sir? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
young lady do you really think you will be spared punishment by lavishing your master with kisses. Please think again. xxx
Please master, you know I will do anything for you, what would you have me do so you won't need to punish me? xxxxxxxx
He feels now is the time to be bold with this woman of his. He has never pushed her in this way before, but he knows she enjoys a little spice. This distance between them is hard for them both. He has been trying to ignore the tightness in his pants. But now he feels close to bursting. He will
just send his demand then he will have to go to the discreet gents washroom to sort himself out. Just thinking about this woman gives him a rock hard arousal. here goes either she will do as he demands 'as it is for you my darling' or she will refuse. He finishes typing, shuts his eyes as he presses that little button with the word send. He is still busy in the freshly scented, immaculate cloakroom when he feels the vibration in his breast pocket followed by the beep beep.
Sir I cannot believe my master want's me to do this!!!
do you dare to disobey your master? xx
that was awkward he has never text while dealing with his manhood beforenow to finish this impotant business of what some refer to as wanking, such a distateful expression for something so exsquisite. back at his table he drains the flute eats the last of the little dish of stuffed green olives.
Master if you really wish a photo of my fingers in my pussy I shall do this as it is for my master, but I thought we had agreed that we both prefer suggestive pictures xxxx
young lady you are quite correct I do prefer suggestive photos but you will do this to prove to me that you belong to me and no one else.xxxxx
So it seems she is willing to do this for me he smiles to himself with satisfaction as he sees the hotel manager coming in his direction.
'Mr King if you would please follow me, your car is waiting, your bags are already checked in for you, we hope you have enjoyed your stay, it is such a pity you were only here such a short time on this visit. Will we be seeing you again soon sir? It is always such a pleasure to have you here, such a gentleman.'
Thank you Charles, aways a pleasure to be here, I am sure you will see me again later in the year.
As he slides into the waiting car he thinks to himself that perhaps they wouldn't consider him such a gentleman if they knew what he had in mind for his woman. Holding his briefcase to him he thinks of the silk ties,matching blindfold and handcuffs he has bought. If these go down well perhaps he would take her shopping for some other toys. Regretfully he switches off his phone , he will have to wait now until he lands in London to see her picture. If he knows anything about her she will be deep in the throes of orgasm as she brings herself off several times before she is in any state to take the demanded evidence of her love for her man.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Saucy Maggie
‘Maggie please come into the boardroom for a moment’
Maggie leaves her cubicle and makes her way to the boardroom wondering what they are going to say. Taking a seat opposite her boss and the manager of HR, Maggie is only slighty worried.
‘Maggie, as you know it has been a couple of months now since we began using the direct dial system for our customers to contact us to place orders. This was partly so that you could all build a better relationship with your regular customers instead of them getting whoever answers the phone.’
Nodding Maggie wonders where this is leading to, has someone made a complaint about her. But neither Pauline or Hazel are looking stern which allays any worries she might have had.
The two women facing her look at each other before Pauline continues
‘the new system has also made it easier for us to monitor the calls coming through each line, we have noticed that you seem to be on the phone 90% of the time. With a higher number of calls than any of your 5 colleagues but not only that each call is longer than those to your colleagues. Do you have any idea why this is?’
‘We have also noticed a high volume of outgoing emails from your computer’ adds Hazel with a definite glint in her eye.
Maggie can feel the heat in her face and knows beyond any doubt that her face is now crimson. Clearing her throat and looking at her foot. Her right leg being crossed over the left her foot is bouncing the way it does when she is nervous. After an age Pauline prompts her.
‘Is there any reason you think you are more popular than the others?’
‘umm maybe its because when they phone me it’s more of an experience than just plain giving an order’
Hazel has her pen poised over her note pad ready to start writing in short hand, while grinning Pauline simply says
‘go on’
‘Well I have just been utilising my talents. I know I am good at flirting on the phone and by doing so I can get the customers, well the male ones at least to want to talk to me every time.’
‘yes we know you are good at that but we think there is more to it than that.’
‘they know that by talking to me they will have a laugh, lots of innuendos and finish the call feeling glad they spoke to me.’
‘we don’t believe that’s all there is to it.’
Maggie feels her crimson face getting hotter
‘Ummm well someone said that talking to me was like phoning a sex line but better. So I just took that on board. If it encourages them to phone me with orders why not. Um is that ok?’
‘Does this explain the increase in sales you are getting but what about the increase in emails?’
‘Oh I have been using a spot of blackmail, if they place a bigger order they get a paragraph from one of my fantasies, for every £100 over carriage paid if they are one of the smaller accounts or every £200 if they are a bigger account they get a paragraph, the more they order the quicker they receive the completed story ’.
‘the increase in sales on offer products is because? What do they get for that?’
‘er um yes, for that I tell them what I am wearing.‘
Laughing Pauline claps her hands
‘I knew you were a cheeky one Maggie but thats a good one, do you tell them everything or just outer clothes, truth or made up?’
‘oh that depends on whether its just a small sample, the more offers they order the more they are told. Like if its 6 of one thing just to try them then I might tell them what top or skirt I am wearing, but if its over £100 worth then I will tell them if I am wearing stockings and or what lingerie I have on. Yes most of the time I am being truthful, that way I can put in more detail.’
‘So if you do all this for the men what do the women get when they ring you?’
Hazel wanted to know.
‘The women, they get a friend. Smeone who remembers who they are, someone to moan about families to, someone who understands the rising cost of the weekly shopping,’
‘but what about offer products?’
‘for a good sized order on special offer products I write a short poem on any subject they choose.’
‘Maggie go back out there now ad get selling, at this rate you will soon be the highest earner here. Now go.’
As she leaves the room Maggie hears Pauline say to Hazel,
‘perhaps we need to soundproof her cubicle’
Returning to her desk Maggie sees that there are 3 voicemail messages waiting for her but before she can check them her phone rings. Glancing at the number displayed on the small screen, she picks up the handset.
‘good morning gerald how are you today? Have you got a big one for me you know how i do like it when you give me a big one’
Giggles
‘oh you know me, size doesn’t matter but I do like something to get my teeth into’
‘no I wouldn’t do that .....well not unless you like that.......oh you do do you.....hmmm I shall have to remember that. Of course its the highlight of my week when you call. Did you now? Well I think you have nearly got to the end of that one, which bit did you enjoy the most?
Picking up her pen and order pad, Maggie continues
‘so Gerald what do you want to do first today......yes of course, I don’t mind, do really you want some of those, if you buy 4 you get an extra 2 completely free. Yes its a black skirt with blue pin stripes, yes just above the knee but as I have my legs crossed......., yes you will like those they are similar to the ones you normally have but at cost price we can’t get them anymore, yes how many ok 300 of those and 200 of those yes I know as I am so hot a blue blouse, cap sleeves oh yes i never wear a blouse buttoned right the way up......wouldn’t you like to know....hmmm yes I thought you would.’
Maggie leaves her cubicle and makes her way to the boardroom wondering what they are going to say. Taking a seat opposite her boss and the manager of HR, Maggie is only slighty worried.
‘Maggie, as you know it has been a couple of months now since we began using the direct dial system for our customers to contact us to place orders. This was partly so that you could all build a better relationship with your regular customers instead of them getting whoever answers the phone.’
Nodding Maggie wonders where this is leading to, has someone made a complaint about her. But neither Pauline or Hazel are looking stern which allays any worries she might have had.
The two women facing her look at each other before Pauline continues
‘the new system has also made it easier for us to monitor the calls coming through each line, we have noticed that you seem to be on the phone 90% of the time. With a higher number of calls than any of your 5 colleagues but not only that each call is longer than those to your colleagues. Do you have any idea why this is?’
‘We have also noticed a high volume of outgoing emails from your computer’ adds Hazel with a definite glint in her eye.
Maggie can feel the heat in her face and knows beyond any doubt that her face is now crimson. Clearing her throat and looking at her foot. Her right leg being crossed over the left her foot is bouncing the way it does when she is nervous. After an age Pauline prompts her.
‘Is there any reason you think you are more popular than the others?’
‘umm maybe its because when they phone me it’s more of an experience than just plain giving an order’
Hazel has her pen poised over her note pad ready to start writing in short hand, while grinning Pauline simply says
‘go on’
‘Well I have just been utilising my talents. I know I am good at flirting on the phone and by doing so I can get the customers, well the male ones at least to want to talk to me every time.’
‘yes we know you are good at that but we think there is more to it than that.’
‘they know that by talking to me they will have a laugh, lots of innuendos and finish the call feeling glad they spoke to me.’
‘we don’t believe that’s all there is to it.’
Maggie feels her crimson face getting hotter
‘Ummm well someone said that talking to me was like phoning a sex line but better. So I just took that on board. If it encourages them to phone me with orders why not. Um is that ok?’
‘Does this explain the increase in sales you are getting but what about the increase in emails?’
‘Oh I have been using a spot of blackmail, if they place a bigger order they get a paragraph from one of my fantasies, for every £100 over carriage paid if they are one of the smaller accounts or every £200 if they are a bigger account they get a paragraph, the more they order the quicker they receive the completed story ’.
‘the increase in sales on offer products is because? What do they get for that?’
‘er um yes, for that I tell them what I am wearing.‘
Laughing Pauline claps her hands
‘I knew you were a cheeky one Maggie but thats a good one, do you tell them everything or just outer clothes, truth or made up?’
‘oh that depends on whether its just a small sample, the more offers they order the more they are told. Like if its 6 of one thing just to try them then I might tell them what top or skirt I am wearing, but if its over £100 worth then I will tell them if I am wearing stockings and or what lingerie I have on. Yes most of the time I am being truthful, that way I can put in more detail.’
‘So if you do all this for the men what do the women get when they ring you?’
Hazel wanted to know.
‘The women, they get a friend. Smeone who remembers who they are, someone to moan about families to, someone who understands the rising cost of the weekly shopping,’
‘but what about offer products?’
‘for a good sized order on special offer products I write a short poem on any subject they choose.’
‘Maggie go back out there now ad get selling, at this rate you will soon be the highest earner here. Now go.’
As she leaves the room Maggie hears Pauline say to Hazel,
‘perhaps we need to soundproof her cubicle’
Returning to her desk Maggie sees that there are 3 voicemail messages waiting for her but before she can check them her phone rings. Glancing at the number displayed on the small screen, she picks up the handset.
‘good morning gerald how are you today? Have you got a big one for me you know how i do like it when you give me a big one’
Giggles
‘oh you know me, size doesn’t matter but I do like something to get my teeth into’
‘no I wouldn’t do that .....well not unless you like that.......oh you do do you.....hmmm I shall have to remember that. Of course its the highlight of my week when you call. Did you now? Well I think you have nearly got to the end of that one, which bit did you enjoy the most?
Picking up her pen and order pad, Maggie continues
‘so Gerald what do you want to do first today......yes of course, I don’t mind, do really you want some of those, if you buy 4 you get an extra 2 completely free. Yes its a black skirt with blue pin stripes, yes just above the knee but as I have my legs crossed......., yes you will like those they are similar to the ones you normally have but at cost price we can’t get them anymore, yes how many ok 300 of those and 200 of those yes I know as I am so hot a blue blouse, cap sleeves oh yes i never wear a blouse buttoned right the way up......wouldn’t you like to know....hmmm yes I thought you would.’
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