Monday, March 15, 2010

anna's new Master

Anna knocked on her Master's door at precisely 8pm as he had instructed. She hoped that he wouldn't keep her waiting out in the cold for long. The cold wind was reaching inside her coat wrapping itself around her stocking clad legs. The feel of it against the bare skin at the top of her thighs simultaeously sending icy shivers through her whilst her pussy burned with the heat of excitement.

Anna had stood there for an eternity that was in reality only about 2 minutes when the door opened and there towering over her stood her Master. Griping her wrist he pulled her into the hallway of his home. Closing the door behind her with click of the lock anna knew there was no going back now. Master still had hold of her wrist keeping her rigid where she stood. anna braced herself for what would come next. Her Master didn't let her down he grabs anna by the back of her neck and pulls her close.

Kissing her hard on the mouth, his tongue fighting with hers as his other hand reaches for her boob. Easing it out of her bra he drops his mouth, taking her nipple between his teeth. He gently bites and flicks her nipple with his tongue. Dropping to his knees in front of anna. Kissing all the way down he gently pushes her against the wall and spreads her beautiful thighs. Breathing in her musky scent he reach forwards and eases her knickers to one side and gently tastes her with the tip of his tongue. Inserting a finger inside anna, he licks up till he finds her clit. Taking it between his teeth he rolls it with his tongue as he fingers her hard and fast,making her cum. Remaining silent apart from her deep breathing anna stays stands still the trickle from her pussy giving away her arousal.

Once her orgasm has subsided anna's Master got to his feet ordering her to go into his livingroom.

'Take off your coat, place it on the back of the chair then sit, spread your legs and masturbate for me.'

anna began to step towards the open door of the brightly lit room. But she was brought to a halt when her Master hissed in her ear.

'where are you going? what have you to say for yourself slut'.

'thank you Master. May I go now please Master?'

'very well you may enter the room but in future remember your manners. You are my slave, my cunt now and I demand that you remember your manners at all times. Is that understood slut?'

'yes Master, I am your slut and will remember my manners, thank you Master'

Silently anna places her purple coat on the chair and takes her seat. Keeping her eyes lowered to the floor she places her right hand onto the soft flesh of her pussy, slowly inserting her finger into her wetness. anna has never masturbated in front of anyone before and feels shy in doing so now. But she knows that in accepting him as her Master anna had given herself to him and must now obey his every command. He crouches before her one hand on her knee the other cupping her chin, lifting her face until she has no choice but to look him in the eye. His look daring her not to look away. The hand on her knee now moves along her inner thigh caressing in gentle circles creeping nearer to her pussy and the hand that she is furiously rubbing it with. anna can't help herself, as she gushes over her hand.

Suddeny without warning the hand cupping her chin slaps her lightly across the cheek.

'slut, did I give you permission to cum? You will learn that you only cum when I command it. since you are still learning I shall be lenient. you will now lick your hand clean removing all trace of your scent, when you are finished you will offer me your hand for me to check that you have been thorough.'

'thank you Master'

Shyly at first then greedily anna licks her fingers clean of her own juice. Offering her hand to her Master, he slaps it away.

'I can still smell you on your palm.'

anna licks her palm until her tongue is dry from all the licking, again she offers her hand to her Master. One by one he licks her fingers then her palm. smiling he stands.

'You do well, now you shall have your reward. Unzip my trousers and remove my penis. You may suck him for 5 minutes. But make sure you suck him well. Master demands that his slut gives him her best at all times.'

to be continued

Friday, January 01, 2010


some secrets are good
some secrets are bad
this secret was just a secret
neither good or bad
but now it is nolonger
the cat is out of the bag
they all know
there is no more hiding the truth
they are relentless
they will not rest
a secret once revealed
is no longer a secret
in time it might be forgotten
but it won't be a secret again

Now that they know
they will bully and cajole
until they get what they want
they will plead
some might beg
demands are made
no excuses are acceptable
now that they have realised
mother makes the best roast potatoes ever!!

Sunday, February 22, 2009

What Tasha wants

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


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


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?

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.


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..!


Saturday, January 10, 2009


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.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008


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.
‘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.