Lady in red writes

anna's new Master

2010-03-15T01:12:00.004+01:00

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

secrets

2010-01-01T15:19:00.002+01:00

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!!

What Tasha wants

2009-02-22T12:39:00.001+01:00

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?

Winter warmer

2009-02-05T22:15:00.003+01:00

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.

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

Clatter

2009-01-10T12:24:00.001+01:00

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.

Solitaire

2008-08-13T13:36:00.000+01:00

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.

My Kind of Wonderful

2008-08-10T20:23:00.000+01:00

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.

long distance arousal

2008-07-13T18:26:00.002+01:00

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.

Saucy Maggie

2008-06-29T11:38:00.001+01:00

‘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.’

Meet me at the airport

2008-06-09T23:49:00.008+01:00

'meet me at Chez Gerard's, Gatwick North Terminal at 8 am on saturday don't be late'

That was all the email said. She had read it dozens of times since it arrived yesterday. It was now friday evening and Helen wasn't sure how to feel. One minute she was full of butterflies, the next euphoric that she was going to meet him at last. All evening she has been trying on clothes trying to decide what to wear for her day (well she hoped it would be a whole day) with Marcus.

Helen pampered herself with a long soak in the bath with her favourite bath creme, buffing her nails, applying fresh varnish the colour of gleaming gold. setting out her soft brown skirt and cream blouse with golden threads that glisten in the light finishing her outfit with strappy gold sandals. Her plans for an early night so that she would awaken refreshed, a mockery as she lay there too excited to sleep. Her mind playing over the first words they would speak to each other. Would they both be very formal, with this being the first time they meet or would she follow her heart and throw herself at him. Would they even like each other after all his time. How awful would that be if they don't.

Finally at 2.30 she falls asleep to be woken a few hours later by her alarm. grabbing a mug of tea as the shower runs she gets ready for her day out, by 6.30 she is on the road heading to Gatwick. No time now for nerves there will be time for those later, once she has found her way to the North terminal and into Gerards. As the miles pass she finds jerself wondering which flight he will be on, is he coming in from Belgium or could it be Holland or will it be somewhere further afield?

It has been a good run up, she has made good time and is looking for a good parking spot by 7.15 giving herself plenty of time for a visit to the powder room to make sure her lips and eyes are made up just how she likes them in time for her 8am rendevouz.

2008-04-27T19:06:00.002+01:00

Spaces

Spaces everywhere
Spaces full of noise
Where children play
Where dogs bark

Spaces everywhere
Spaces full of things
Where books spill over
Where food wrappers collect

Spaces everywhere
Spaces packed tight
With houses and shops
With factories and schools

Spaces everywhere
Spaced dotted with things
Where occasional trees grow
Where lone sheep graze

Spaces everywhere
Spaces full of activity
With people hurrying
With music shouting

Spaces everywhere
Spaces that hurt
Spaces that feel so empty
Spaces where you should be

Silently

2008-04-09T23:52:00.000+01:00

Waking he finds the empty space beside him where she had lain as she fell asleep wrapped in his arms. He knows she has not long left his side; there is still the residue of her warmth emanating from the sheet that still carries the scent of her. Turning his face into her pillow he breathes in the faint reminder that she was here recently. Silently he arises from the pale blue king sized bed, padding across the deep cream pile he moves through the door. It is not long before his eyes rest on her silhouette. He stands for a moment or two as he watches her. He knows why she is there, he knows what she is looking at, he has heard it too.

Another crash and the room around him becomes illuminated for a split second. He watches her as she stands there all alone watching the storm as it makes its wild and beautiful way across the bay towards them. This is another thing they share this love of the wild weather. They are so lucky to be so close to the beach, the storms that race across the ocean towards the land like this are always the best. From where he stands he can hear the waves crashing on the shingle so close yet still a safe distance away. He marvels at her serenity as she stands there with the wind and rain whipping at her.

He knows that taste of salt as the rain runs in tiny rivulets down her face and the tails of her hair as the water drips from the end of her soft brown curls. He can imagine the tiny beads of moisture resting on her eye lashes as she stands oblivious in her fascination. Slowly he moves forward until he reaches out his hand to her naked shoulder. Gripping her softly but firmly, she turns her head to look at him as he slides his free arm around her cold waist drawing her back into the warmth of his body, sheltering her from the chill that will soon have her shivering. He places her black silk wrap, which he had carried with him, upon her shoulders.

He kisses her neck and shoulder before he moves to stand slightly behind and to the side of her with his arm still around her.
‘I knew you would come.’ She whispers,
‘ how could I miss such a beautiful sight’ his soft heartfelt reply.
He means this beautiful creature he thinks of as his soul mate as much as the storm. The combination of both delight and arouse him so that he swiftly lifts her in his strong arms carrying her to the fur rug beside the gas fire, they can still see the storm through the Picture window that he now closes. The room suddenly silent, now that the weather has been shut out once again. Mutely he collects a fluffy cream towel from the Airing cupboard. Testing the warmth against his face he returns to his sweetheart. Removing the slip of black silk from her skin he gently dries her as she gazes into his eyes. Her attention now fully on him, she watches as he pours two chilled glasses of champagne from the now empty bottle from last night.
A toast ‘to a beautiful woman on a wild stormy night’
‘to my handsome, sexy hero who knows me so well’

My Decision

2008-03-09T00:33:00.002+01:00

I have written and submitted a short story related to my life for the book that Peach is organising. It is to be a collection of short stories and all profts will go to the charity WAR CHILD.
I have no idea if my story will be included. I believe the ladies putting the book together had rather a lot of entries. Anyway here is my contribution. I changed my mind many times regarding what I was going to write but finally decide to write about a fairly recent period of my life in a waythat has hopefully come across in a light hearted and positive way.

MY DECISION

It has been a couple of years now and I don’t have any regrets. Some time ago, I think it was the middle of last summer my mother asked the question.

‘If you had known how hard it was going to be would you still have done it?’

I consider this carefully before replying. I am not sure why as I knew the answer, there was never any doubt in my mind.

‘Yes most definitely, it was the best thing I could have done.’

Indeed it was the only thing I could have done. I had given it my best shot. 19 years of my life I had given to that man. But the day had come when I realised that enough was enough. He couldn’t understand it when I told him I didn’t want to continue living with him. He couldn’t work out what was wrong with me. We had a good marriage didn’t we, we never argued did we?

He was right in a way, as until the last few months we had very rarely had a row. Firstly he was never around to have a row with as he was always either at work, pub or asleep. (the perfect marriage in some ways).

Secondly we never rowed because, when he was around he made me feel so useless and weak that I never dared to argue with him and on the occasions when I tried to vent my anger on him he would turn it around to be my fault. Like the many Saturday mornings when he came home from shopping. (I wasn’t allowed to shop I spent too much, whereas he always bought bargains – you know the deals where if you buy this you get that free or the end of date things). We had a freezer full of things we would never use and a fridge full of things that had to be eaten in one day but nothing for the rest of the week.

He often came in with a mood on, this would make me grumpy, (no one likes to be moaned at for no reason). Because I was now grumpy he would complain about my mood and stomp off to the pub.

During all these years he would tell me that I was

‘fat, ugly, useless with a brain like a sieve’

Now after so many years of being told this it becomes hard to believe otherwise. I believe that if you get married you should try to make the marriage work. I was not going to give up easily. I had to try to make it work. Besides I had nowhere to go and 4 children to consider. Because I had done such a good job of trying to make our marriage work he had no idea that it wasn’t working. The end of our marriage came as a big shock to him. For me it never really was a marriage. I had never been in love with him. We had never courted as such, just fell into a relationship as when we met we were both getting over broken hearts and needed someone to turn to. If I hadn’t got pregnant the marriage would never have happened.

Now, though we are divorced and I have never been happier. Financially we were never really solvent as a couple. Does anyone know a solvent alcoholic? But we did have two wages coming in, his full time wage and my part time wage (part time!! I worked longer hours than he did for half the money).

Now it is just me and the boys, I am the only one bringing any money into the home. It has been a struggle and there are days when we have to keep our coats on because it’s too darn cold and I don’t have any spare cash to buy gas. (Yes I have had to get a key meter for both the gas and electricity). There are days when we have just 2 slices of bread and no milk. But we manage, I have not killed any of them off yet.

Are we better off now? Financially no we are worse off but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, it isn’t going to be like this forever and now that I have a full time job that I enjoy things can only get better.

However we as a family unit are much happier. Gone are the days of dreading the door opening, wondering if he is in one of his soppy drunk moods or in a nasty bad tempered mood that has everyone either cowering behind a cushion or hiding away in the bedrooms. Gone are the days where everyone had to be silent or risk his bellow of

‘Stop that noise’ or ‘be quiet’

In the past two years there has very rarely been a cross word spoke between any of the five of us. It took me a few months to realise that he was never going to be here again chastising me for staying up late or reading when I should be doing something else. I can have friends here if I choose. (visitors were forbidden when he was here).

Our house rings with the sound of music (not always to my taste, teenagers!!) and laughter where before there was only silence broken by shouts of ‘silence’.

There is an air of confidence about us all that was not there before. I have learnt that I am worth so much more than I ever knew. I am happy, I laugh, I joke, I feel sexy, I feel worthy, I have finally come to love the person I am.

voice

2008-02-21T23:45:00.001+01:00

The sun is shining brightly
Can you see the sun
The sun is shining warmly
Can you feel the warmth

The day is dull
The sky a dismal one
The clouds of grey
A world full of frowns

But not for me
Planted firmly
Upon this face of mine
A smile so broad

A voice I heard
It whispered in my ear
It spoke of life
Of things held dear

A voice full of promise
A voice of authority
A voice so charming
A voice again I long to hear

2008-01-19T01:17:00.001+01:00

no its not on here

what a difference a new year makes

2008-01-01T22:59:00.000+01:00

New Year 2006 saw me starting my adventures.

I had been exchanging text messages with a very sexy guy in Glasgow, SF was still living in the house. He had been out all night and not long been home when I got a text from the sexy guy (Jim). I sent a sexy reply but accidentally sent it to 'HIM' instead of JIM. next thing I know SF comes crashing into my room abusing me.

New year 2007 saw me at home longing for a married man I hardly knew (GB). 3am my phone bleeps with a message from him but I couldn't read it as my phone chose that moment to go wrong. I had 3 text messages superimposed over each other. I turned it off, but when I turned it on again the screen wouldn't work. I have spent the last year trying to find a replacement.

This year saw me at home yet again. I purposefully didn't try to phone or text anyone knowing that the network would be busy. so imagine my suprise when my phone buzzed at 1.20am not only was it a text, but one from a man who thought I should know he was pissed and needed help. This I would have been only to glad to administer to my very favourite number one man if he had been in this country. We exchanged a few more saucy text last night and again today. I text him to let him know he had been he first man to make me cum in 2008.

This year seems to be getting off to a good start in less than 24 hours two sexy men have managed to arouse me ;-)

I wonder what next New Year will be like.

2007-12-31T23:47:00.000+01:00

Happy New Year

May 2008 treat you well

Loss

2007-12-21T01:22:00.000+01:00

Fiona decided to check the dating site she hadn’t been on for well over a year. She found her profile, checking it she felt that it needed an over haul. Ten minutes later with a newly revamped profile she did a search sending messages to about half a dozen men. Soon she was exchanging messages with 2 or 3 men. One of them, Nigel, declared a shared interest in writing. They swapped msn addresses. Several hours later they began to chat. Nigel was fed up with playing the field.

‘My friends are jealous of me because I am single, but I am jealous of them for having someone in their life.’

They talked about a variety of things including the writing that they both enjoyed so much. It soon became apparent that they both wrote adult fantasies. This led to the subject of sex. They chatted away swapping stories, both real and fantasies, both of them open minded. Fiona was amazed that she had found someone who was not only intelligent, interested in some of the same books and writing the same genre. But they seemed to be on the same wave length sexually. After a while Nigel suggested that they chat on the phone.

‘Give me five minutes to get upstairs and make myself comfortable’

Fiona told him. After all it was around 3am by then. The two of them chatted for another hour; he encouraged Fiona to play with herself. She enjoyed following his instructions. Fiona knew from experience that she would get very wet. She had prepared herself by placing a folded towel under her hips.

Place a finger inside you pumping in and out, now another, can you do three?

No, only two

Put your phone down there so that I can hear the sound of your fingers squelching about in your wetness.

Aa aaa mmm huuhh aaaaa aaa hhhuuu mmmm ooooo aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

That was great I could hear you moaning in the background. I am playing with myself too although I am usually a morning person. I can keep going for a long time. Only a few women have ever managed to make me come.

Eventually the pair said good night. As Fiona lay in her bed replaying the last few hours in her head she sent a good night text.

Amen to that Fiona. I can’t stop thinking about you!

The two of them had agreed to meet for a drink the next night. The next evening Fiona drove to the appointed pub to meet Nigel. They were only having a drink and a chat so there was no need to dress up. The days of going to meet a man dressed in low cut top with skirt, stockings and high heels were over. There would be plenty of time for that sort of thing another time if they hit it off as well in person as they had the night before. Fiona had a good feeling about this as she walked up to the bar where Nigel was waiting with her drink ready for her. She was conscious that he was nicely dressed in a smart shirt, making her feel under dressed in jeans and thick woollen sweater. But she had dressed this way purposefully so that if things were going well he would discover that under this thick sweater she had on only her black balcony bra with the red rose detail. She had meant to wear high heels to make herself look taller than her 5’0” but having been rushing around she had managed to get there in her flat shoes. A few hours of chatting and stroking each other’s hands, a couple of kisses and they were ready to leave.

Fiona was very impressed that Nigel was a true gentleman, helping her on with her coat, carrying her folder of stories she had brought with her and holding her hand as they walked. Once they were in her car Nigel kissed Fiona with a passion that Fiona could not resist. She drove to a quiet car park where the kissing became intense, his hands finding her breasts under her jumper. Releasing her pendulous bosom from the confines of black and red he takes them one at a time into his mouth sucking hungrily as her hands roam across his back and shoulders. Nigel lets his hands wander down between her legs, the jeans just have to go. Button and zip soon open her jeans are hurriedly pushed down her legs allowing his fingers to probe the wetness he could only imagine the night before as he stroked himself. It isn’t long before she is clinging to him moaning as his fingers push all the right buttons and she gushes juice all over the driver’s seat of her car. Too late she realises she should have placed one of the red cushions on the back seat, under her to protect the seat. She fumbles with the buttons of his fly but doesn’t find what she is looking for, not to worry as it is now time to get him back to the station to catch his train home.

Don’t forget to do your buttons up before you get on the train.

They kiss goodnight and a short time later are exchanging more text.

Oh God I’m so turned on by you. The thought of you is just great!

The next day whilst at work they continue to text each other at intervals through the day. He apologises for a late text suggesting that they have sex. She thinks he is very sexy, she enjoys the flirting and joking. He has a great sense of humour as well as everything else. As the next few days pass he is eager for them to spend a night together so that they can have some quality time together. She agonises about this. She wants to see him again and she wants so much to make love to him. They have even talked about maybe swinging together although she says they should take it one step at a time. She doesn’t want to get in too deep too fast. But even though she is hungry for him she doesn’t want to just jump into bed without making sure that this is not some flash in the pan affair. She has had enough of casual sex and now only wants sex within a relationship. Finally she agrees that she would like to spend a night with him.

On the Saturday morning they are chatting online, he checks that she would like to go to a hotel with him that night. He tells her that he has to stop chatting as his battery is running low but, he will text her later. But, when she has not heard from him by tea time, she sends him a text.

What are the arrangements for tonight?

Hi is that Fiona? It’s Nigel. I am really tired, I am going home for something to eat then crash out for the night. I hope you don’t mind. Can I phone you again later.

Fiona is disappointed after working herself up to having a night out and spending it with this lovely man. Hours later her disappointment still heavy on her heart she writes him an email explaining how she was feeling. By Sunday she is feeling quite low not just about not seeing Nigel but other things that were causing her stress too. Late on Monday afternoon Fiona is feeling so unhappy and in need of a hug she put her pride aside and sends Nigel a text asking if they can meet even if it is only for a short time. But he replies that he has things to do on his home. She is feeling so depressed by this time. She sits in her car with her phone in her hand and just cries. She needs someone to hold her in his arms and kiss away her tears. Instead she sends off a text.

Sorry for being a pain.

You’re not a pain at all! I’d be there it’s just that I’ve important stuff to sort out. Talk soon X.

This cheers her up a little and she makes her way indoors to her family.

Over the next few days her spirits lift as things at home start to improve. The two of them are still exchanging text although not as much as the week before. There are also a few pictures. Nothing too revealing just suggestive as is Fiona’s want. Nigel offers to send some pictures to Fiona but only if she wants them. He asks Fiona for a very intimate picture which she does send to him. After all what is the harm as they have been intimate with each other and they like each other. The photograph is emailed and the pair have a session of phone sex. Fiona is very turned on by this man who also says she turns him on. This time their phone sex includes the use of her electric toothbrush and a vibrator which lost its vibrations many months ago. He says he will find the picture she sent him later.

The following morning he tells her he has read her email which she had sent the previous weekend. He tells her that he is not ready for a relationship he is just taking things one orgasm at a time. Fiona confesses that she doesn’t really know what she wants. She knows that she doesn’t want to continue as before having casual sex, she is looking for a relationship of sorts but she hasn’t worked out what form that relationship would take. After work she writes him an email to explain what she does or doesn’t want. She doesn’t say it but by the end of it she has figured that what she wants is regular sex with a regular partner but not just sex. She doesn’t want this relationship to consist of sex alone. She doesn’t want to sit at home waiting for him to read her email so she accepts an invitation to go out for a drink.

Nigel text that he is out with William for the evening. She admits she is also out. Fiona has a good time out with Ken but he is not really her type. Apart from anything else he is a lorry driver (not that she is a snob) but she has been there before and it is not a life she wants again. By the morning she has not heard anything more from Nigel so when Ken begs to see her again she agrees and they spend the afternoon ten pin bowling then go for a walk on the beach but Ken is such a wimp that after 5 minutes he is too cold. After a hot drink in a nearby café they go for a drive ending up at the top of a hill overlooking the nearby city now lit up in the night sky. Ken kisses Fiona for the first time. The first kiss melts into many more as Fiona indulges her need to be kissed and held so closely. She decides that she will go back to Ken’s flat once she has been home and fed her child. Fiona and Ken sit on the edge of his new bed as they watch a dvd. Inevitably they begin to kiss and soon clothes are heaped on the floor as their arms and legs become entwined. Soon he is asleep, Fiona dresses and makes herself another cup of tea. She watches the dvd again while she waits for Ken to wake up and take her home. Eventually she also falls asleep. In the morning they have sex again before he falls asleep again. She dresses and makes more hot drinks. She uses his computer (with his permission) while she waits for him to rouse.

The next day Fiona sends a simple text to Nigel asking if he had a good weekend. She was not prepared for the slap in the face she got in reply.

Really good thanks! I’m afraid I had sex once or twice…

Fiona was quite shaken by this unexpected news. So much for him wanting to see her but being either too tired or too busy,

In theory she had done the same thing by having sex with Ken over the weekend but she hadn’t gone out with the intention of having sex . What was Nigel hoping to achieve by telling her this. Why was he boasting about having sex with anyone else. If he was trying to upset her he managed it but she wasn’t going to let him know that.

So did I.

Excellent! Battery powered ?

No human

More excellent! One or more, male or female?

Male

Stop it , you’re making my trousers shrink.

No he didn’t say that.

Later chatting to Ken he asks to see Fiona eventually she agrees on the condition he lends her money for petrol as she needs it to get to work in the morning.

Will you see him again? Xxxx

I am with him now.

In bed now sleep tight xxx

Fiona can’t help wondering why he sent her that one knowing that she was with another man.

Ken has let Fiona use his computer while he lounges on his bed watching tv. Fully dressed Fiona sits beside the almost naked Ken idly stroking him as they watch tv (he tells her she has the most magical touch). Fiona is watching Ken closely as she muses about what the hell she is doing here with this man. She has earlier worked out that she had heard stories about this man nearly two years ago while she was dating Keith. The day after Fiona met Keith, Ken had begun to date Keith’s ex girlfriend Cathy. For a couple of months Keith and Cathy were keeping each other up to date with how their relationships were going. As time went by Fiona and Cathy got in touch and became friends then Cathy and Keith fell out and Fiona had acted as go between for them for a while. Ken falls asleep and Fiona makes her way home.

Next day Fiona asks Nigel if he thinks it is pervy to wear stockings for work. Ken thinks it is.

Yes! Report to my office immediately!

Would that be for punishment or reward? X

A reward for me as I spank you, punishment for you as you receive it.

Fiona was going away for the weekend with friends as had been arranged for some 3 months. Nigel wishes he could be there. Ladies and alcohol, who could resist?

The day after her return

Hi Fiona, hope life is treating you well, kisses from your favourite perv. Xxxx

Putting yourself up on a pedestal now are you…..I would have said kindred perv myself. X

How is the latest boyfriend? Alive?

B/f ? oh you mean the man I saw last weekend, he sounded alive when he rang me last night. It is satisfying to be in the driving seat for a change.

From what I remember your driving seat is rather damp….

More wet than damp but it dried out in a couple of days and has not been in any danger since.

Is that an offer for me to come over and spend the night? X

Did you send that last text to the wrong woman? X

That text seemed to be to someone you want to spend a night with which is clearly not me as you are too tired/busy to see me. X

Perhaps we could give it a go?

Now Fiona would love to give it a go but she isn’t about to jump into bed with a man who rather than making her feel that she is the one he wants to be with has made her feel like a last resort. She wants to see Nigel again she really likes him and enjoys their flirty exchanges. She has a hunch that he would be a good lover but she is not going to give herself too easily. She wants to make a point so she sends what she considers to be a light hearted text that gets her point across.

Perhaps you should try harder. I have given up being a doormat X

No reply so she tries to make her point a little clearer.

Just because I admitted that I like you doesn’t mean I don’t deserve respect. I am not your personal tart when you can’t get a shag elsewhere. X

She is hoping that he will get the idea and protest that he does respect her and that he really does want to see her. Instead she gets a response she really hadn’t expect from this man who she considers to be intelligent.

Didn’t mean to upset. I’ve deleted your number best of luck Fiona x

You did not upset me. You don’t have to delete my number I enjoy our banter. x

Fiona is proud of herself for standing up for herself but disappointed in Nigel. Does this mean that he really thinks he has upset her and she doesn’t want to see him any more so he thinks he should stop flirting or does it mean that he really doesn’t have any respect for her and has now been found out. Had he only been pretending to like her so that she would have sex with him. Now he knows that she won’t jump into bed he can’t be bothered with her anymore.

Fiona knows that she should just forget him. It is his loss that he has reacted in this way. He obviously doesn’t deserve a woman like Fiona, she is worth so much more than a man who can behave like this. But she keeps thinking about him.

Next day at work Fiona has a sudden idea that she wants to go out for dinner. She text Ken to see if he wants to have dinner with her but he’s busy. On her way home she receives a text from Tom apologising for not being in touch for ages. He invites her out for a drink. Tom is a local businessman Fiona met through her swinging days. They have a good friendship although he constantly makes it clear that he fancies the pants off her and would do anything to get her into bed with him again. She always makes it clear that she has made the decision to stay away from married men and nothing will make her change that decision. They have a nice drink and a chat. When they have to go their separate ways Tom says he will check his diary as he wants to take Fiona out for dinner next week, hopefully she will have something to celebrate by then as she will have had her job interview.

The following day Fiona was not feeling very well and went to bed early. Just as she was dozing off her phone rang. It was a private number and hung up as soon as she answered. She waited to see if it would ring again, but her other mobile rang instead with an unknown number. It rang twice but cut off before she could answer it. Very strange, it had to be someone who knows both numbers, very few people know the number of the second phone and those who do don’t all know the first number. What was even more strange was that out of the few people who do know both numbers there are two who phone her the others just text. Her friend Eric wouldn’t be phoning her at night unless it was an emergency. He only phones during the day whilst his wife is at work. That just left one person, Nigel. After a few moments of deliberation Fiona text him asking if he had tried to phone.

Who is this?

You would know who it is if you hadn’t deleted my number. Someone has been phoning me on an unknown number I wondered if it was you.

Fiona is not particularly surprised when there is no further reply.

On Friday Fiona has her job interview which has been brought forward a few days. She feels that it has gone really well and is confident that she will get the job although one more person is due to be interviewed first. When she leaves work she sends a text to some of her friends to tell them that the interview was good. As she scrolls through her contact list selecting who to send the text to she comes to Nigel’s name. Should she send him the text or not. She wavers as it is possibly not a good idea but surely he would be pleased for her on the job front. It would also serve as an olive branch, give him something he could comment on as a way to get back in contact if he was regretting being so hasty deleting her number.

Who is this?

Fiona makes it clear who it is and that she had thought he might be pleased for her.

Well done on the job, good luck. Now please delete this number. Nigel

Fiona feels like crying now all her good feelings evaporating into thin air. Obviously she had misjudged this man’s character. It is now quite clear that he had only ever had one thing on his mind as far as she was concerned. He did not it seems have any respect for her at all, she would be better off without him. She will now delete his number and all the text she has ever received from him. Just as the tears are brimming her phone rings. It is her friend Darren ringing to congratulate her and ask how she is as he has been out of the country for a while. David sends her jokes and Brian says well done. Fiona realises that she doesn’t need men like Nigel she has lots of lovely friends who think the world of her.

Granny's Tree

2007-11-06T01:14:00.000+01:00

Katie and Harry are putting on their coats and scarves.It is the half term holidays and they are staying with granny in the country for a few days while mummy has to work.

Granny lives alone now with just Jasper the old yellow dog with his shaggy hair and Tiggs her old grey striped cat. His name is really Tiger but everyone calls him Tiggs for short. He spends most of his day on the window seat catching the sun.

Come on Katie hurry up

Harry calls to his big sister as he runs out of the backdoor.

I’m coming wait for me I just need to finish getting my wellies on.

Granny has told the children to be careful as the paddock is still muddy after the rain last week. Granny will watch the children from the kitchen while she is busy cooking their dinner and baking fresh scones for a special treat to have later. This morning they all got in a mess when Harry wanted to help with the chocolate fairy cakes.

Harry put on your pinnie if you want to help Katie stir the mix.

Granny can I lick the bowl can I can I

He had pleaded. When Katie was carefully spooning the mix into the little paper cases on the tray.

Now Katie pushes the door open and races out to join her brother, Katie loves her little brother even though he is only seven and still acts like a baby sometimes. Next week Katie will be nine then she will be even more grown up than she is now.

Harry must be hiding as Katie can’t see him anywhere. She sits down on the bench in the middle of the field.

I don’t care where you are I am just going to sit here and wait for you

She shouts.

The sun is shining but it is still cold and the leaves are falling from the trees. Katie watches them for a while. Harry comes out of hiding to kick the leaves around where they have fallen in piles under the trees at the edge of the field. Then Katie notices that the big tree on its own, granny says it’s an oak tree has still got most of its leaves.

She wanders over to the big tree. There are a few leaves on the ground some brown others still a bit yellowy but there are other things too. Granny told the children when they were little that fairies live in this tree and they use the acorn cups to drink from. But that was just a story for little kids wasn’t it.

Katie

Katie

Katie looks up into the branches thinking Harry must have climbed up there while she wasn’t looking. But he isn’t there she can see him over at the fence now talking to the old brown horse in Mr Cartwright’s field. Nelson must be getting old now, he’s even older than Katie is.

Katie

Katie

There it is again, that whisper almost as if the tree was whispering her name, but trees can’t talk.

Who are you and what do you want

Katie is trying to be braver than she feels now, she thinks of calling Harry over here or maybe she should run to him.

Katie it is me, I won’t hurt you, I have been watching you. You are a kind girl, I see you feed the birds and stroking the animals.

But who are you and why won’t you let me see you

She peers up into the branches looking for a clue.

Katie you can see me, I have been her for more than a hundred years, you have climbed into my arms I mean my branches. My little friends the fairies want you to become one of our friends.

But you have to promise not to tell anyone our secret.

Katie tries not to jump up and down with excitement

I promise I promise

Can I tell my granny though cos she told me about the faries and I thought it was a story.

Katie your granny knows our secret but as she got older she forgot about us and now she just believes we are a fairy tale that she remembers. We don’t need her to remember that we are here.

If you promise to keep our secret we can have lots of fun and adventures.

Shhhush now Harry is coming over. I will tell you more when you are alone.

Katie can’t sit still for the rest of the afternoon, she keeps going to the big window and looking out at the tree. She notices that it looks different now. If she looks carefully it seems to have a face half way up the thick trunk. He is winking at her she thinks and the wind blowing in the branches makes it look as though the tree is waving to her.

Granny can I go back out after dinner to look at the stars?

Yes but only for a few minutes and you must wrap up warm as your mum will never forgive me if you catch a cold.

Katie can’t wait to get back outside to her tree now that she knows its secret. Funny how she is thinking of it as her tree now.

Harry are you going to see the stars with your sister after dinner?

No granny I want to stay in here and keep warm its too cold out there.

Katie helps granny with the dishes after they finish eating before she rushes to the backdoor where her outdoor things are waiting. She smiles at the rustle of the leaves as she runs to her tree.

Hello tree I’m back and I’m on my own. Harry won’t get in the way this time.

Hello Katie did you have a nice dinner?

Tree?

Yes Katie what is it?

What should I call you? Do I call you tree or something else?

You can call me Chant if you like. That’s what the fairies call me. Your granny used to call me Chant and I liked that I think it suits me don’t you?

Katie thinks about it trying the name to see what it feels like, whispering it to see what it sounds like. She doesn’t know anyone called Chant, it’s a strange name to Katie.

Chant,……..Chant hmmm I don’t know maybe, CHAnt no chant, chant, yes I think I can get used to that.

Katie

Katieeeee

Come in now please your mum is on the phone for you.

Coming granny……Chant I have to go in now but I will see you tomorrow.

Bye Katie oh and Katie

Yes Chant

Goodnight

Kateeeeee

Coming!!

Katie skips back to the house throwing her coat off as she runs to the phone to talk to mummy.

Desire

2007-11-05T23:58:00.000+01:00

homework this week has been to write about something that we try to forget about but it just keeps growing. I had no idea what i was going to do until it came to me this morning. suddenly I knew exactly what I would do.

Desire

Since first I saw your name
It is with difficulty
That I keep it contained
This desire I have inside

Since first your name appeared
I have tried so hard
To push aside
These feelings deep inside

Since first we spoke
I have tried to crush
To bury deep those memories
The growing heat inside

It is just a year
Since last I heard
You whisper in my ear
Mmmmm raspberry

It is just a year
Since last I saw
Your lovely face
As you taste raspberry

For many months
I have put you aside
To see your name
Or hear your voice

Would have brought
Such joy
But nothing
was all I heard

But now
You are back
You promise me
Questions will be answered

I am not there now
In that place
Where you left me
The silence unbroken

I am moving forward
Or so I thought
Until that night
When I saw your name

I tell myself
I cannot go there
Not now
Not ever

But who am I kidding
Feelings that were dormant
Now awoken so suddenly
Building too great

This desire I had
This desire for you
This desire to be once again
Within your arms

This need to feel
Your flesh
Beneath my fingertips
Pressed against me

This desire to
Once again taste the coffee
Upon your lips as
Once again we kiss

new

2007-11-05T23:53:00.000+01:00

new style of writing now

this blog will now be used for the posting of my creative writing home work

all work is the property of LiR

my celebrity look alikes

2007-10-07T17:28:00.000+01:00

Finlay Keen

2007-10-02T22:36:00.000+01:00

The water is a cold steel grey today reflecting the overcast sky, heavy and oppressive to match his heart. Breathing deeply, calming himself down as much as he could Finlay Keen searches the middle distance. If he has timed it right the train will appear to the right and make its way rattling along the tracks, before finally disappearing on his far left. As he waited he surveyed the scene below him. Thousands upon thousands of rooftops nestled amongst the trees, just like one of those plastic scenes with his father’s toy train set. When he was a boy thirty years ago, it had still been set up in the attic at gran and grandad’s. The city looked uninviting on this dismal grey September day. The only colour, being the green of the trees with a slight tinge of red or gold here and there as the leaves begin to turn a little earlier than usual this year. The blue on the side of the college building that marked where the rail track runs along this side of the motorway.

Finlay shuffles his feet and wraps his arms around his body to keep warm, his beige cotton slacks and crisp pale blue shirt no match for the biting wind. He didn’t have his coat with him as he hadn’t wanted to arouse her suspicions as they set off for the station in his maroon Suzuki Vitara. Both of them silent, on this journey into town from his quiet village. From now it would be just him and his doting Jack Russell, Cody. Finlay longs to be on that train with her, his Lizzie, but she would’t be his Lizzie any more. She will revert to being Mrs Elizabeth Robinson, senior accountant at the firm they both work for. There were to be no more monthly visits to the Southampton branch. Liz Robinson was moving to New Zealand with her family. Was it really over two years since Finlay had been introduced to his colleague who would be travelling down from the London office for the first week of each month. Finlay had been charged with the duty of showing the prissy Mrs Robinson the city. At first he had hated this, didn’t think he would get on with her and her accountant’s head. That first night he had taken her for dinner and she had fussed over the bill. But he had to admit she had been right they were taking advantage. Gradually over that first week Finlay had noticed Mrs R begin to thaw. Then as they stood on Southampton Parkway station for her return to her home in Bedfordshire, she had squeezed his hand and kissed his cheek.

By the time Mrs R returned to Southampton a month later Finlay had found that she had been in his thoughts a lot. He had begun to spend time with her because he wanted to. He learned that she was married to David who she adored and they had two boys Marcus 9 and William 6 years old. They lived in a place called Houghton Regis not far from Dunstable from where she commuted daily to the London office and now for a week each month here at his office. Soon Finlay had dropped the Mrs R and was calling her Lizzie. At first Lizzie had giggled when he used that name when they were alone. David always called her Liz.

One night they had been out for dinner in a country pub not far from Swanmore, he had kissed her as they walked back to his car. Her response was so gentle Finlay had melted right there. Once they were belted up he had asked her if she would like a night cap at his cottage before he took her back to the hotel. Speechless for a moment Lizzie had nodded. He hadn’t taken her back to the hotel that night, he had taken her to his queen sized bed instead. The following night he had stayed with Lizzie at the hotel. From the next month Lizzie had not gone back to the hotel but stayed at Fin’s place for those glorious five nights each time she was down from the big smoke.

Finlay stamps his feet as he surveys the bleak scene, he was so far up here, that he couldn’t hear the sound of the train as it rattled along, or the vehicles as they rushed along the motorway that snaked past Port Solent with its expensive flats and boats moored up along the jetty. Past Hilsea and Cosham then along the edge of Farlington and out past the still waters of Langstone harbour until it was out of sight.

He had lain awake for ages this morning watching the soft curve of Lizzie’s breast as she breathed, still in her haven of sleep. Softly he had blow on a shiny brown curl framing her sweet face. How he had loved waking next to this lovely woman for five glorious mornings each month. He was going to miss her more than he could allow himself to admit, well he had admitted it to himself but never to his Lizzie. Cody would miss her too. But Fin was only too well aware that as much as Lizzie loved him she loved David and their boys more. Once David had met Lizzie from Dunstable in 3 ½ hours she would become Mrs Liz Robinson, never again to be his sweet Lizzie.

All these months of sitting across from her at management meetings, quietly admiring her professionalism, whilst at the same time visualising her as she had dressed that morning in her silk and lace undies now covered by her smart business suit. All those months of sweaty bodies gliding together as they made love in his huge comfortable bed or on the living room rug, once even on the dinning table amongst the debris of their meal. The showers they had taken soaping each other sliding together under the hot cascade of water. The evening walks holding hands as Cody raced ahead across the fields after some imagined friend. The meals shared making a welcome change to the lonely meals eaten when she wasn’t here.

Fin’s heart misses a beat as the train comes into view. He has done his homework found out when the train would reach Portchester so that he could drop Lizzie off at Fareham station early enough to give him time to get up here to this view point. Binoculars at the ready Fin searches the carriages for that last glimpse of his love as she travels away from him for the last time. For two years he had stood on the platform with her until that very last minute when he had to let her go as the train was about to leave. Not wanting to lose a precious second of her nearness, the waft of her perfume, the scent of her freshly shampooed hair. He would miss the smell of raspberries in his bathroom. Vanilla body spray in the bedroom. He had taken to lighting vanilla candles when she was not there. Maybe he would have to stop this practice but not yet, he would continue with the candles for a while longer. Perhaps this would not be a healthy practice but then neither was falling in love with a married woman.

He had watched her with sadness in his eyes, reflecting back at him from her own sad eyes, as she had pulled on her frothy lace high legs and matching bra. Rolling first one then the other of her sleek tan hold ups over her feet, knees then enveloping her pale thighs, before stepping into her smart chocolate brown skirt, that fell in soft folds down to her mid calf. Slowly buttoning her cream silk blouse that felt so sensuous to the touch of his fingers, before donning the soft brown jacket that made her outfit complete. He had watched her applying her make up whilst her skin was still wrapped in the softness of her pale pink fleece robe. Dark brown mascara and eye liner making her almond shaped eyes appear even more sexy than when they are naked of all that goo. The bronze of her eye shadow matching the hint of blusher on her cheeks. The whole effect would later be completed with a touch of chocolate brown lipstick. Lizzie was always so careful to ensure her makeup matched her clothes. All that was left was for her to step into her brown suede shoes with those 3 “heels that made her looks so much taller than her 5’2” of pure woman.

For the first time ever Fin had lied to her, he felt sorry for that, in a way he felt guilt for deceiving her, but this time he couldn’t bear to stand on the platform with her as she waited to be carried back to London then onwards to Dunstable and home with Him. Before he had always known that in a few weeks she would be back here. She would be his Lizzie again. But this time was different. This time he told her he had an important appointment that he couldn’t miss. He was sorry but it meant he couldn’t be there with her, he had time to drop her at the station door, he kissed her goodbye, retrieved her cases from the boot of his car then drove off with a quick wave of the hand, before she could see the tears in his eyes. It had seemed to him as he drove across town that everything was against him. The flow of traffic at each roundabout slowed him down, the traffic lights seemed to take for ever to change then he was stuck at road works as he crossed the hill to his chosen view point. But he had made it with a couple of minutes to spare. But the train must have been late as he felt he had been stood here waiting for hours not 3 minutes. The chill air was making him shiver now.

Fin watches as the train swings out of view taking Lizzie out of his life forever. With a heavy heart he turns and makes his way back to his car, sitting there for an age before he feels strong enough to reverse her out of the parking bay and make his way along the country lanes back to his empty cottage where Cody would be waiting for him.

Winding down

2007-09-11T23:04:00.000+01:00

I have decided that my reasons for keeping this blog seperate from battle are no longer relevant so I am going to wind this one down and concentrate on Battle to find myself.

taking aim

2007-09-09T01:06:00.000+01:00

A man who can aim where he wants

not only can fireman Sam make me squirt just where he wants me to I now know he can also aim his spunk just where he wants it too.

At the end of a couple of deligtful hours whiled away with much sucking, licking , teasing and caressing he climbed on top of me and while I held my boobs together he aimed his spunk first onto one nipple then the other then back to the first and so on until he had finished shooting his load just where he wanted it. Nothing random about these sticky puddles. yes I know I said I wasn't going to go see him as it would just be sex for the sake of sex. But within minutes of publishing that post I was getting horny. I have promised to send some horny emails to Percy. I
was thinking about this when I got horny myself and although my head had rejected the idea my body decided that I needed a dose of attention from Fireman Sam. I jumped into the shower then dressed in lacy black skirt, black bra and orange sun top, putting a pair of black knickers into my bag for later I text FS

do you still want to play?

yer

half hour?

ok

35 minutes later I was knocking on his door, he had been watching the football we stayed in front of the tv long enough to see the owen goal then we went up to his bed to play. It was lovely just to chill out, the sun shining through the open windows on this pleasant summer like evening, playing and teasing with no pressure to perform. No pressure on time,just enjoying ourselves. MMMMMMMMM I wonder if all firemen have the same talents.

sex for sex sake

2007-09-08T16:29:00.000+01:00

He is sexy and sweet both at the same time
he calls himself my reserve fuck buddy
for over week he has been suggesting
that I go over to his place and suck his cock
we chat on msn in the morning
he suggests I go suck his cock before I go shopping
put a smile on my face while I select my groceries
I text him I wont be there
half my tooth has come away could be dangerous for him
he replies come anyway let me play with your pussy
I tell him maybe later
but later I am back home from shopping
I am tired and want to sleep
but more than sleep I want to be in the arms
not of him but of the one
the one my heart desires
the one who I am pretending to both
myself and him doesnt mean so much to me
I have promised myself I will play it cool
I wont be first to make contact
I need him to miss me
I need him to know that he wants me
I promise myself I wont make a fool of myself
its up to him now to show he cares
why should it always be me
he encourages me to see others
it would be no big deal to him
if I go to suck this cock
and have my pussy stimulated to arousal
but I know I wont go
it isnt because I dont like him
I do enjoy his sexy body
and his fun sense of humour
but if I go it will be
sex for the sake of sex
not sex because its what I want

no news

2007-09-04T19:44:00.000+01:00

I have just been asked if I have any new news?

Do you mean sexual news? I respond

Yes

not really there was this on sunday

then today I was asked if I fancy a 3some in about 2 weeks.

I would have considered it except that the person asking was this man and I won't be going back there again.

I have had a few nice suprises on msn today. Early this morning I had a nice chat with Thomas before work. then this evening apart from chatting with both Rusty and JJ I was amazed to see another name pop up on my screen. A man I met last december. We had a drink together one night then we went for a drive and snog one lunch time. Since then we have chatted briefly once back in about feb/march time then nothing until tonight when he said he wanted to check I am ok and to keep in touch.

oh and last night I missed forest he signed online just as I was going out to rescue #1 son and had gone when I got back.
I have also been exchanging messages on a dating site with a very interesting man (Mars)who lives a little further away than I would prefer but you never know. we have been discusing Mr Rochester and other such types.

update

finally got back online in time to catch forest just as he was going offline tonight we managed to chat for awhile. I shall sleep well tonight :-D

pampered

2007-09-01T13:52:00.000+01:00

Ok so I said I wouldn't go, he text me asking when I would arrive, I phone him back saying I'm not, my nose is streaming and I can't breathe. He persuades me that he will take care of me and make me feel better.
I set off on my journey, I've been drving for about twenty minutes when I realise that I am really driving quite slowly, I am not enthusiastic about going, I could turn around at the next junction and go home. But I don't, instead I keep driving. Finally I pull up at his place and let myself in, to be greeted warmly by his dog.
After a kiss hello he breaks open two cans of cider and we settle together on his cream leather sofa. His dog Zak decides its my turn to play games with her and she keeps presenting me with her rubber toy to throw. I am left to entertain Zak and try to tire her out while a special hot drink infused with ginger, lemon, honey, cloves and camomile is prepared for me. Zak is still very young not much more than a puppy so it isn't going to be easy to make her tired.
I am made to drink his hot remedy, while olbas oil is rubbed into my chest and back. Mmmmmmmm my nose clears immediately making kissing possible. On my return from a trip to the bathroom I am serenaded as he plays his acoustic guitar for me, Free bird, stairway to heaven and one or two others, his singing could be better but his guitar playing is good. soon it is time for bed and I slip naked under the duvet while he is in the bathroom, I feel movement beside me only to discover that zak has escaped from her bedroom, I am all giggly as she tickles my face and tries to get under the cover with me. She is promptly plucked from the bed and banished to the other bedroom.

He doesn't waste much time before he is fucking me, we have a few firsts like he has never slapped my ass before and it is the first time I have been slapped while my arse is fucked. Just like Mr Passionate he loves to fuck me from behind, this time he finger fucks my cunt as he thrusts into my ass, I feel I could faint it is so exsquisite, I tell him over and over, between moans, to take me, make me his, I want him to claim me, he bites the nape of my neck. I climax yet again just as he does, we collapse together but istead of whispering we both fall asleep quickly.
In the morning he brings me mugs of steaming tea as we sit in bed talking. We have a lazy morning just drinking and chatting as we lay naked in his bed. I can feel my nose becoming stuffed up again and my head beginning to hurt, time for me to depart and get home to my family. It was good to be pampered for once thank you Oxo

Fireman Sam and Oxo

2007-08-31T21:29:00.000+01:00

I don't know if I can do it. Oxo has invited me to his place tonight if I turn him down that will be twice in one week. I have told him that I am getting a head cold and keep sneezing but he is not put off ........ says he has several cold remedies etc.

Fireman Sam is stuck at his place with his ironing as he is on call. He has invited me for a quickie before I go to see Oxo lol . If I turn him down that will be twice in one week. If I go to either of them they will be disappointed as I am struggling with breathing as my head cold is affecting my nose. so I am asking myself how much I want to see either of them. Yes it would be nice to see either of them and spending the night with Oxo is always good, but my heart just isnt in it I have as is sometimes said lost my mojo. Thanx Bittersweet for reminding me of that.

sexy Mr Passionate

2007-08-29T23:24:00.000+01:00

Now that I am practicing my new found skill of putting in links I thought I would practice on a post about my own Mr Passionate. I have been writing about him on and off since november. some of it has been real like this, andthis this but some of it is fantasy like this and this but some like this is a mix of fantasy and real. then there is a picture

torture

2007-08-28T23:20:00.000+01:00

first I am invited out for a drink which I accept, there is more on offer but I agree to a drink and a chat to catch up on the last 6 months or so.

then Oxo invites me to his place for the evening/stroke night

there is a family crisis so I have to decline both invites for tonight it is strange because for the past week or more I have not really felt inclined to have sex I don't feel the slightest bit horny.
then Thomas comes online saying he would like to see my ass on wednesday, I can't believe he means tomorrow but to my delight he does. all of a sudden I feel horny I cant wait to see him. we agree to meet after I finish work. I ask him if he is sure he can make it tomorrow.

not sure have just had a meeting cancelled for tomorrow

so you have some spare time?

yep, well nope, but.........

but?
don't tease me pleaseeeeee

you know you like it

well maybe

I want to caress your curves and kiss your cheeks

so are you going to?

only if you ask nicely

please Thomas will you please please pleaseeeeeee

of course I will, it will be both our pleasures x

he tortures me some more, teasing me with talk of meeting, when I know it probably won't happen he is going to call me tomorrow to tell me where. he wants me to wear jeans so he can see me struggle out of them

oxo comes on line again offering a bath with scented oils and candles to relax us followed by 69 as tempting as his offer is I have declined.

Picnic

2007-08-26T21:58:00.000+01:00

its hot and sunny I can feel the sweat trickle down my back I look at him curled up on the picnic blanket with his head in my lap. the last time I was here months ago it was raining, I watched the school children in their rain macs as I chatted to my friend over our hot drinks. Today it is like a completely different place. today the snack bar is full of people eating ice creams. The car parks are full, there are large groups of people having picnics, games of cricket and other group activities. the air is filled with the sound of laughter and the smell of burgers and sausages cooking. Looking around everyone seems to be enjoying this summer day so rare this year. Once the sandwiches and fruit have been consumed washed down with cold water he grabs my hand pulling me up from my sitting position where I have been leaning against his car watching the world enjoy this lovely day. together we pack away the evidence of our picnic,lock the car and he pulls me across the grass towards the big map showing all the walks. He is much fitter than me, he has to be for his job. we look at the choice of walks I like the look of the 'short woodland walk' only 3km, he likes the look of the 'juniper walk' 7km with steep inclines. I persuade him that my flip flops won't make 7km. he agrees to a shorter but less popular walk.

I am breathing hard by the time we reach the top of the first stretch of the walk, looking out across neatly harvested fields a windmill on the crest of a hill in the distance, we sit on a bench admiring the view. We have met no one else so far on this walk. I am enjoying this lazy day with him, his arm drapped across my shoulders. I must have lost myself in my own thoughts for a minute as he takes me by suprise when his hand darts up the inside of my shorts. I turn to him and he kisses me passionately. I am melting in his arms as I always do. If ever I got stuck and needed to be rescued I can think of none better to be rescued by. My mind is jumping all over the place as he massages my inner thighs with his left hand, holding my
shoulder with his right hand, no way to escape his grip even if I wanted which I dont. I try to break away from his kiss saying we cant do this here smeone will see us. Nonsense we have not seen another soul yet.

He slides to the ground bringing me with him onto the lush grass. His fingers still inside my shorts he finds my wet pussy prising open my wet and waiting lips. His mouth devouring mine as his body pins me to the ground the smell of fresh grass fills my nose as I lose myelf in the sensations he brings to my body. His fingers now fucking me deep as I writhe to meet him, my hips raised as I push myself to him wanting him now not caring who should see us. He tears himself away from my insistent mouth as he props himself up on his elbow facing away from me now. I know why, he doesnt have to say anything I know that very soon I shall have wet feet as he makes me squirt. My red shorts have been rucked up so that my naked pussy is exposed to the air as he presses into my willing cunt making my juice fly through the air to hit my feet. I am moaning an writhing on the ground his body close to mine but not close enough as my desire builds to a crescendo of twitching muscles and trembling limbs. It hits my right foot first then my left how the fuck does he do that?

But who cares as long as he is here now doing wonderful things to me. I pull him unceremoniously back down to the ground beside me as I fumble with his shorts. I already knew he would be comando just as I am today. I release his hard cock from the confines of his navy blue shorts and demand that he FUCK ME NOW FOR GODS SAKE!! He makes me promise that I will lick him clean after he has fucked me hard. Oh yes please Sam anything you say my beautiful sexy man. He leans across me with my right leg over his hips as he enters me not gently but with a sudden thrust pushing as far into me as my shallow vagina allows. we are both grinding our hips together now lost in our own world here on the grass by the side of the footpath.I feel my juice seeping out of me as he makes me cum again. He is grunting in my ear to the rhythm of my own moans and wimpers. I look up to see his face crease up as he nears his own orgasm, he pulls out and instantly I feel the hotness of his spunk as it hits the top of my breast and trickles down into the hollow of my throat. He pushes his fingers into his spunk on my chest playing with the sticky mess before offering his
fingers to me to lick. I have just finished licking his fingers clean when we hear the sound of children laughing and shouting. he kneels up and sees the family coming our way. we straighten up and he grabs my hand pulling me along as we run along the path. I will have to finish him off later when we get back to his house where my car is waiting for my return.

my sexual journey so far

2007-08-26T00:00:00.000+01:00

my journey so far

when I began this journey a little over a year ago my intention was merely to find one or two partners who would help me to fuck my ex boyfriend out of my head.
My intention was to meet men my age or slightly older but not much and have straight sex.They had to be completely single.

The second man I met was 8 yrs younger than me (amazing!!) but even though that was a shock to me. having sex with a man nearly a decade younger omg but I also found out that he was married. He was decent enough to tell me before we met, but by then I had already agreed to meet him and although he would understand if I changed my mind I decided to meet him and just see how we got on. It was so amazing we met up again a few weeks later and although we didnt meet again we remained friends chatting online.

over the next few months I met a fair number of men about 50/50 married /single mostly a couple of years either side of my age.

I met Foxy who is married we got on very well and spent many hours on msn or text. the first time we met was something I dont make a habit of and I am not proud of. he invited me to his office for coffee, nothing unusual in that except that his office is in his marital home. I refused the tour of the house, bad enough being in another woman's home. We had sex on his living room floor surounded by evidence of his family life. Not an experience I intend to repeat. A couple of months down the line we decided to become partners swinging together.

With foxy I experienced a MFM, a FMMF and a MFMFMF. through him but not with him I also had a FMF. I now consider myself to have dipped my toe in the world of group sex though I am by no means experienced in this world.
As far as MFM goes I have now experienced a hog roast but not yet experienced a double penetration.As far FMF goes I have been kissed by a woman and had my nipples sucked and my pussy licked briefly. I have kissed a woman and played with her nipples. I have not fingered or licked another woman's pussy.

Another of my married men introduced me to the delights of anal sex. I found this very difficult and painful at first but he taught me how to be relaxed and make it a very exsquisite experience for me.

I have had a Dom make me his horny slut giving me instructions by text and msn. making me call him so he can listen when I orgasm. he intends to introduce me to his sex slave soon so that the two of them can play with me as I am spanked and fucked by both of them.

I have been spanked by hand and paddle then caned at my own request.

I am not ticking off boxes but I still wish to experience being blindfolded and tied up though not necessarily at the same time. I have now moved on from reading stories of spanking to reading about Dom/sub relationships. this interests me but i am not sure that its something i would want. I have talked about it with a few of my male friends. I have never been to a sex party or a swinging club, both things that intrigue me but whether I will ever do them who knows.

sexual fantasies

2007-08-25T23:04:00.000+01:00

I have a few fantasies in the pipe line but every time I try to write find that I am in the wrong mind set.

As soon as I have something completed I shall post it on here.

Fireman Sam

2007-08-22T17:59:00.000+01:00

I have been chatting to Fireman Sam. Hes a very nice fireman and dedicated to the job. As mentioned before he has a knack of being able to aim my squirting. I am not sure if this is down to him being trained to aim his hose or just pure luck but he did it several times. No one else has ever done this or if they did then I didnt notice. He calls himself my reserve as he is aware of my feelings towards Forest he is also aware that I have Oxo. But he wants to be my reserve reserve. Does this make him a reserve fireman do you think? I am sure he and I could talk squirting and whether either or both of us like it for ages. He will talk about being a reserve. He will ask if I want to squirt for him again. He just wont be direct about asking to see me. Last time I gave him every opportunity to say directly that he would like to see me, but he leaves it in my court telling me the kettle will be on if I want to pop round to his place sometime. This time I know he is home tonight he knows I am home tonight he says would I like to squirt again I say maybe. I ask if he wants to he says maybe

So shall I go see him ..........maybe

Lady joins the harem

2007-08-20T07:27:00.000+01:00

good morning people I am glad to say I am feeling much better this morning. I am up getting ready for work trawling through the blogs I read and came across this which I did know about but wasn't expecting it quite so soon. Ronjazz has written a story for me as part of his harem collection. To see what he has created for me take a look at http://ronjazz.blogspot.com/ sorry I have not figured out how to do links yet but I will soon.

special friday part two

2007-08-19T00:16:00.001+01:00

part one can be found here

I am sure that I swore at him a few times, it really did hurt yet I wasn't ready to stop I knew I could take much more. Part of me wanted to stop but a bigger part of me wanted to carry on. I was amazed how much pain I could withstand just because it was something I wanted to do. I forget now if it was during the hand spanking or the paddle that my nickers were pulled down to midway down my thighs.

He digitally checked to see if I was wet. Yes I was, this was turning me on but to my dismay not as much as reading about it had done. I remember pushing back onto his fingers as he checked me. more standing in the corner I almost fell over as I tried to stand and make my way to the corner. more photos were taken. this time when I returned to the bed one of the large cushions that form the back of the sofa was placed on the bed and I was instructed to lie across this with my ass in the air. I think I receieved more strikes with the paddle before I received the cane, We agreed on 6 strikes to begin with. I don't know which he used first but it was thin and whippy, I received two strikes with this before he changed to a thicker one which made more of a thud. I remember counting 3 and 4 then came 5 my mind was struggling to count was it 5 or 6 the two numbers merged into one in my head I had lost the ability to count. I knew then that although I could physically take more my brain had given up. Just as my mind was formulating this message he said he thought I had had enough. We had both sensed it at the same time.

more standing in the corner for photos then I was laid on my back across the bed as he licked me out. I must have been very aroused as his face was very wet whe he emerged. we lay on the bed chatting for a while then it was almost time for him to go, he was very sleepy by then so I made him a coffee. when he was ready to leave we had a friendly kiss then I remembered that I hadn't repayed him. I said I didnt mind if he wanted me to give him a bj which I then did before sending him away tired but satisfied.

A little under an hour after his departure Forest arrived, the original plan had been for Forest to arrive so that my partner could hand me over, he didnt want to leave me alone but as Forest had to change his plans and arrive later my partner had to go before he arrived. Suprisingly my ass was not too paiful to sit and we embraced on the sofa for a while before moving to the bed where he kissed and licked my ass in such a loving way that every second of pain had been worth it to receive this attention.

Another walk in the woods

2007-08-17T11:47:00.000+01:00

He saw them walking down the gravel path towards the duck ponds, she is short with wavy dark hair wearing a loose white top over a lurid pink mini skirt and flip flops that make that flipping sound as she walks. The man is much taller with short brown hair, jeans and black t-shirt. They are laughing and holding hands. They stop by the railings gazing down at the stagnant water where a fallen tree trunk is preventing the water from flowing over the stepping stones down to the next level and the next pond. They chat pointing at things they see then he takes her in his arms and kisses her. She reaches up and kisses him back with her arms around his neck. They kiss for an age before moving off along the path still chatting nineteen to the dozen. They stop again and kiss some more then they head off the main path along a smaller trail leading into the trees. He follows keeping his distance. They stop again the man bends his head down to hers kissing her bright pink lips. Their passions are rising and a trail of moisture is trickling down the inside of her leg. From his hiding place he can just see where the sun is shining on her moisture as it slowly creeps down from under the hem of her skirt. She is standing with her legs apart pulling him down to her. She clings to him as she softly moans into his chest as another trickle of moisture appears on her leg. They giggle as his hand finds the hem of her skirt and disappears. The man finds her wet panties and she giggles again. Before setting off again, arm in arm back to their cars. She has to collect her child from school. He kisses her goodbye and they go their separate ways.

The next afternoon he sees her arrive at the same place. But wait she is with a different man this one is shorter, in jeans and a blue t-shirt. Today she is wearing her black mini skirt with an orange top. She likes her bright colours, likes to be noticed. They chat as they walk. The man helps her across the stepping stones, before they continue along the path settling for a bench in the sun where they sit watching the ducks as they chat. He can’t hear what they are saying, this couple he watches but he sees them smile and turn to each other their faces just inches apart. This is where they will kiss, but they don’t, she turns away and they continue to chat. He sees her answer her phone, this isn’t it. They chat again. A few more minutes of chatting, and she picks up her phone flips it open, quickly shuts it then opens it again. This is what he has been waiting for, her signal.

He leaves his hiding place and makes his way to the path a little way from them. He walks towards them, the couple look up at the footsteps, she smiles, he is puzzled.

It’s my husband she tells him, please come with us. The three of them walk along the path, the woman between the two men holding hands with both of them He leads them both along a track leading to a gate, through the trees you can just see his hut where he keeps all his work tools. He hesitates when they reach the door, tells her to place the blind fold over this man’s eyes. The door swings open at his touch. Once inside he instructs the man to remove all his clothes. Once naked the man is lead across the room by the woman. The man can hear heavy breathing and shuffling slightly to his right, he becomes a little apprehensive.

‘Right now gentlemen I shall explain why you are here’, he addresses the row of blindfolded men each naked and with his back to him. There are six in all.

‘my woman is a hungry woman, you have all been selected by her as the best profiles on the site, each of you profess to be experts cunnilinguists. Each of you have pictures of your impressive manhood standing proud……..we have brought you here today for my woman’s amusement. You will each in turn kneel before her as she lays on the couch, you will demonstrate your cunnilinguist skills, once you have completed this to her satisfaction you will stand before her as she repays the compliment. Now you will be chosen each in turn by myself. How I will do this is random. You will know when it is your turn as you will feel the kiss of my cane upon the flesh of your arse. Some of you I know will enjoy the cane, some of you are cane virgins but everyone of you will await your turn with growing anticipation whether it be with pleasure or fear. My good lady relishes the feel of my cane so be aware that not all cracks of my cane will land upon one of you.’

I shall be videoing this and each of you will get a copy, please keep this for your own pleasure not for public viewing, you are reminded that everyone here would wish to remain anonymous. Once my good lady has given each of you felatio to completion you will each get your turn to fuck her, condoms are provided. The afternoon entertainment will end once I have fucked my good lady myself when you are all done. You will each get five minutes to fuck her so make the most of your time.’

links

2007-08-17T09:52:00.000+01:00

help!!

I have been blogging for long enough now that I figure its about time I learnt how to do the links. I have figured out how to write a post, I have figured out how to upload pictures, I can add or remove things to and from my side bar, but I still cant do the links. I have tried and they never work. I am sure that it must be something simple I have missed. One helpful blogger did explain what to do some time ago but it was during a telephone conversation when I was not near my computer and I didnt think to write it down.....thinking I was clever enough to do it from memory of what he said.

oh and I had my first ever chat on google talk yesterday.....it took me a while to find where and how but I got there in the end thanx for the chat having my cake. But my contacts list is looking a little empty at the moment unlike my msn which has 140+ contacts and that is just one of my three msn accounts. so if you want to chat to me on google please add me :-D

the sign is there

2007-08-16T06:50:00.000+01:00

I just found a comment from Innocent in response to my post gonna fuck forest again. He says I will as the sign is there. I know exactly what he is talking about.

Yes the sign is there and has been for a few weeks now. When I drive home from work I have to use a junction where there have been ongoing road works for sometime. A few weeks ago a six foot approx sign suddenly appeared. It is on the edge of the road works just by where I have to stop at lights before exiting the junction. It appears to be a road sign that has been propped up about 4 or 5 foot off the ground only it has been turned so that you can only see the back of it and scrawled on it in large painted letters the word..........Forest

It appears to have no purpose yet it seems to have been placed there deliberately.
I have no idea why it is there or what it means but I cannot avoid seeing it.

gonna fuck forest again

2007-08-15T01:16:00.000+01:00

tonight a fellow blogger who I was chatting to on IM asked me

gonna fuck forest again?

i think you will....but i think maybe.......you shouldn't....and move on.........after all...its the journey towards selfhood you're after

it will depend on what he has to say when he gets back
and how long it takes him to get in contact

sure.....and nothing about what you say ?
you have a voice ?

in the meantime im not sitting around moping

sure....

oh I know but I will make my decision on what he does or doesnt do and whether i think he deserves me

hmmm.....that assumes he has the power to do this....... some people might observe that maybe........you're a bit vulnerable here...

in the end I can decide whether i want to still see him or not if i decide not there is nothing he can do but for now he will get the benefit of the doubt.

I have a time limit in my head that if theres no improvement the door closes

keep the faith if you can.....people rely on you |;)

such as?

me.....to provide a sparring partner...

ok just give me time to prep my jousting stick

special friday

2007-08-13T07:19:00.003+01:00

the day started slowly as I finished packing my overnight bag before setting out for work. I am dressed in low cut red top and long flowing red skirt, the recptionist comments how nice I look. I grin and tell her I have a date later. we exchange text counting down the hours, I tell him I cant eat my lunch. he replies that he has no problems. He demands that I tell him what I am counting the hours for. I must tell him the reason. I tell him it is 2.5 hrs until I shall feel his hand on my arse. he says good girl.

finally it is time to leave the office, I am almost running to my car. 30 minutes later I arrive at the hotel, confidently striding through reception towards the room he has text to say he is in. My confidence a facade, my outward confidence slips as I realise im on the wrong floor!!

I find the right room and knock with as much confidence as I can muster. The door opens and he ushers me in , greeting me with a friendly kiss. I am hot and flustered. He tells me to go have a shower and change then we will begin. I change into a black mini skirt and stockings my red stilletos with steel heels red strappy top. He showed me the canes he had with him then led me to the corner where I was to put my hands on my head.

I couldn't help giggling i felt so ridiculous. next he led me over to the bed where he sat with a pillow over his lap guiding me across his lap so that my face was resting on the bed with my eyes just inches away from where he had placed the canes. I don't quite remember but I think he spanked my arse with my skirt still in place for a minute or two. before he raised my skirt tucking the hem into the waistband. He then spanked my bare arse alternating from one cheek then the other for a while then concentrating on first one then the other cheek. I was stood in the corner again as photos where taken.

I was stumbling a little as I walked across the room. Once more across his lap I recieved more slaps with his hand then he changed to the paddle. This I did glimpse very briefly, it was quite small and made with leather, I think it had prominent stitching quite close to the edge but I am not certain of this. But I am sure that the first few strikes with the paddle I could feel the stitching or maybe that was my imagination. He was making sure that every cm of my arse was spanked. he checked if I was ok and I told him that it didnt hurt too much then realised the stupidity of that remark. If I thought that his hand spanking had gradually got harder and harder so did these slaps with the paddle and some really stung.............

part two here

memories

2007-08-12T08:38:00.000+01:00

We sit at that table in the growing darkness chatting as we look out at the view over the city, memories come flooding back. I have been back to this pub many times since but never sat here again since that night a year ago next week. We chat, we smile we have our one drink before climbing back into my car. I try to remember the way to that other place we used to go. As I drive he has his mouth on my naked shoulder and his hand inside my skirt. I have fired off no text to him telling him I have no underwear on as I did to you that first night. As we travel each with our own thoughts not many words are exchanged other than for him to say it’s a long way. My reply that it’s only that the country lanes are twisty and slower to travel than the motorway we could see a few minutes before. Finally we reach our destination, rabbits scatter in the beam of light as the headlights sweep across the deserted car park. It is an earlier hour than when we used this car park before. We climb into the back of my small silver car.

I am on my knees on the back seat as I bend over him to take his hard cock into my mouth, like you he goes commando. Funny of the men I have met since you left I can think of none who go commando. He is enjoying my attentions then motions for me to move so that he can slide his head and shoulders along the seat. He positions himself so that his face is under my wet cunt which he has been working with his fingers. He licks and sucks as I return my attention to his cock. He shoots his load much sooner than I had expected, I swallow every drop. We both readjust our clothing as he steps outside for a cigarette, just as you always did. He gets a message from his friend wondering why he isn’t at the pub yet. As I drive he says he had not expected that, it seems that although I had told him earlier, before we met that I do squirt, he hadn’t expected it to be so. I text my friend to tell him, that I am with my Dark Master. After all these months I never expected that I would eventually meet him. Oh I nearly forgot to say that while I was giving him head he was spanking my ass, but to me his spanking seemed to be very light and hardly worth doing, I did consider asking him to slap me harder, but decided to leave that for now. He has plans for me. He has his sex slave coming over from Canada next month. Between them they intend to make my fantasy ‘Her surprise’ come true.

I have been thinking about you a lot recently, possibly because it is a year now since we first exchanged messages on the night I returned from my holiday. I miss our crazy chats, I miss deciding to meet in an hour at our favourite burger bar for a cuppa and chat interspersed with snogging as we look out at the view before heading off to indulge in hectic sex. I miss your text as I go about my day, as you tell me such mundane things as how long you had to wait for new tyres to be fitted to your car. I miss the text we exchanged when you were staying with your mum when she took ill, or when you were away on business with no women to entertain you. I miss the sight of your naked form as you gaze out the hotel window to watch a deer trot through the car park while you have a smoke in the early hours. I miss the taste of your kisses, a mixture of coffee and tobacco. Funny, how I liked that taste on your lips even though I don’t smoke or drink coffee.

There are other men in my life now, I have done many things since last we spoke, I am sure you would approve. You did tell me that you were sure I would enjoy having two men giving me attention. I sometimes wonder where you are, if you are safe. If, anything happened to you I would never know, that thought saddens me. I wonder about when you return if you will contact me then or am I in the past for you now. Just a memory, nothing more. We may not have had long before your sudden departure back to the country that was home to you for so many years. But those five weeks were heavenly.

Here

2007-08-11T13:24:00.000+01:00

I lay here on my bed
the covers kicked aside
the air is humid and uncomfortable
sleep wont come even though I am weary
my hand wanders over my chest
pulling at my nipple as
my mind wanders through the
memories of our words
I adore you my sweet
I adore the words you use
as you tell me I am your angel
as you describe how you lust
what you wish for us
I remember your desire
for me to go about my business
with my vibrator inside me
as you imagine it to be
you very own fingers
that caress and nudge
my g spot as I move around

my fingers trail away from my
breast moving away and
down my body
touching and exploring
the flesh you crave so much
to again make yours
the heat coming now from within
driving my mind upwards
as I imagine you here
your lips on mine
your fingers caressing my
love button
driving them deeper and deeper
as I drive my vibrator
in and out in and out
sliding more easily
now I am wet for my knight
but I wont call you that
even in my mind
for me now my knight has gone
instead I have you the man
not the figment of our imagination
I am filled with the image of your
gentle eyes as they fill with lust
my ears ring with your soft voice
words of debaucherie
before you call me
your perfect lover

ok ok

2007-08-10T07:04:00.000+01:00

Ok ok so I have promised myself that I will stay true and only see Forest, but maybe I will also see Oxo when Forest is being elusive.

But then there is Mr Passionate who I hadn't seen for over 5 months does that count that we had a couple of hot and horny hours of passion last week. It was after all an opportunity we couldn't pass up.

I have been chatting at great length to my knight for the past few days after no contact between us for 3 months. we talk of meeting again, he talks of our illicit affair and that I must be careful not to mark him with my nails. we no longer talk of our fantasy but in real life terms.

ok so now that is Forest, Oxo, Mr Passionate and my knight thats four lovers for me. I was feeling off kilter yesterday after my knight told me he loves me. I believe he meant it at that moment but not in the greater scheme of things. I needed a distraction so took myself off for walk by the sea something I dont do often enough considering that I live a mere 3 miles from the sea. I saw many men wielding fishing rods, I had no idea our local beach was so popular for beach fishing. there were many couples strolling hand in hand which makes me sad that I have no one to go for an evening stroll with.

I text a new man (Sam) who lives not far from where I was, he invited me round for a cuppa. Sam is well aware of my feelings and refers to forest as 'your man'. He asks if he can be on my reserve list. He says he knows the score, he will look but not touch. I follow his directions and within minutes am sitting on his sofa drinking tea. Sam is lovely, great to chat to. He tells me I am exactly as he expected, open, honest, chatty, giggly, sexy. after much teasing and giggling he kisses me. soon he is fondling my breasts( I had been there 1.5hrs before the first kiss). I now know that when I am told I am a squirter I really do squirt or at least when in the hands of a handsome fireman I do.

Mollie

2007-08-08T19:04:00.000+01:00

Maureen Ruby Collier (better known as Mollie to her friends) was sat on the bar stool waiting. She knew it wouldn't be long now. Mollie had been staying with her uncle Jack and his wife Kath for the summer before she returns to uni in the autumn. Her parents had suggested she stay with Uncle Jack as a summer job. She was working behind the bar tonight, she liked thursdays, it is always busy. Thursday is quiz night, a popular weekly event in The Cygnet. The Cygnet is one of the few proper pubs left in the city, being a Free House not part of one of those commercial chains that are taking over most of the pubs. Uncle Jack still has a couple of fruit machines, a dart board and a pool table in the far corner.

The quiz doesn't start until 9pm but Mollie knew the crowd of friends who came every week, mostly single men in this group would be in between 7pm and 7.30pm. sometimes they came early and had their dinner before the evening got into full swing, other times they just played pool and the fruit machines before the main event of the night. there are usually 5 or 6 of them in the group. Tonight Mollie had made up her mind, she only had three weeks left with Jack and Kath.

Mollie was popular with the punters, they enjoyed her humour but really they were more interested in her firm but ample bust with her pert nipples that stood out like small bullets. Mollie feels a rush of adrenaline as the group walk in but there are only four of them. she calmly serves them while searching for him to come through the door. She wants to ask them where he is but she doesnt know his name. besides she is overcome with shyness not wanting his friends to know she fancies him. 8.30pm there is still no sign of him, it will be her break soon, its the quietest time for the bar when the quiz is going. maybe she will just go up to her room this evening. But just at that moment he walks in with another man she has not seen before, he is shorter and darker than him. Kath serves them at the other end of the bar, before they take
their places at the usual table ready for the quiz.

this group often come in the top couple of teams, last week they won! Each member of the team has a specialist subject, one is sport another music, his is films and TV. soon the quiz starts and there is a hush as the punters scribble their answers onto the sheets of paper before them, Ray the DJ announcing each question twice just to make sure everyone understands it. Half way through there is a break while the first part of the quiz is marked. The group stand around the pool table as two of the friends begin a match. He is leaning on the table nearest the pool table. Mollie leans over the bar and hisses to him psst, psst sorry I don't know your name. He turns around to find himself staring right at her breasts. He flushes and says you can call me Bob. Mollie comes around the end of the bar to stand beside him as he flips peanuts at his friend while slurping his beer. A brackish brew, characterised by a milky head and sour finish.

well Bob I was wondering if you were free one night you might fancy a chinese takeaway with me after I finish work.

Just as Bob opens his mouth to accept he suffers one of his not so infrequent bouts of eructation. the stench is so bad that it drives Mollie away, she flicks her jet black hair over her shoulder and flounces off muttering 'what manners!!' Bob's friend Wayne has watched this and realises what has been going on. He rushes after Mollie to placate her. 'don't mind Bob he wasnt being rude that was just the after effects of all the coke he drank at work today. give him a chance you just never know do you ?'

These three men

2007-08-08T08:28:00.000+01:00

He is very quiet but seems self assured if a little shy. he takes me in his arms and kisses me. he holds me against his chest. He strokes me gently with his soothing hands and lovely tongue. He brings many smiles to my face even if he can't see them as he is otherwise occupied. I feel safe in his arms. His body covers mine, I feel secure and cared or. I am above him I feel exposed but wanting his gaze upon my face, my chest, he caresses my heart, soul and body with his fingers and eyes.

He is full of energy even at this hour, he is vocal about his passion for me. His kisses urgent, there is much making up to do as we make out. he says fuck!! I say thats the idea! He takes me every which way, we both soak up the others presence. He makes me feel wanted and sexy. He wrings every ounce of passion from my body as he thrusts into me and my body strives to respond with as much vigour as he has.

He is my friend, he greets me with a friendly kiss. He takes control although neither of us can be completely serious, even with the pain he inflicts we laugh and giggle. He is constantly aware of my feelings and immediately senses when I am ready to stop even as the thoughts reach my own brain. We are comfortable together, so much so he falls asleep for a few seconds. His biggest concerns this afternoon are
for my well being. He is my friend indeed.

what I learnt

2007-08-06T00:18:00.000+01:00

• I giggle too much
• During the first few slaps with a leather paddle you can feel the stitching
• I feel ridiculous standing in a corner hands on head knickers half way down my thighs
• A hand can hurt as much as a paddle or a cane
• Stilettos are not ideal footwear when being spanked
• I lose the ability to count when being spanked
• Thin canes sting, thicker ones thud
• Pvc tape comes in girly pink
• I can take what I am given without crying
• I can stand my ground without flinching when threatened with a cane across the hand
• My giggles were through amusement not through nerves
• It is not a good idea to say that it doesn’t hurt much when being held across a lap being spanked
• I don’t talk much when being spanked
• Being spanked makes me very light headed
• I look good wielding a cane
• I know when it is time to stop even though I know I could have taken more
• Being spanked makes me wet though not as much as I had thought
• I would happily do this again
• I enjoyed the TLC that came later
• Would I want to get involved in the spanking scene not really
• The marks very soon become bruises

He is back !!!

2007-08-05T17:33:00.001+01:00

this morning a friend text me asking if the thing with my knight was still going on of course I said no as there had been no word from him since start of May.

But he was online this afternoon and we chatted he apologised for letting me down

he still wants me, he wouldnt let me go, everytime I tried to leave he called me back
mmmmmmmm
what it is to be wanted ;-D

my lover

2007-08-04T19:59:00.000+01:00

As he steps through the door the first thing I notice is that his designer stubble has become more like bristles but I take that to be down to the fact he has just finished working a night shift and I am more used to seeing him in the late morning when he has just got up for the day. He takes me in his arms and the 5months feel more like 5 days. It doesn't take him long to have me on my back while he devours my very wet pussy. Once he has had me writhing in unadulterated pleasure he strips off his own clothes and makes hot passionate love to me. I am not going to describe what we have simply as sex as it is so much more than that. We connect on more levels than purely physical. he fucks me long and hard the way he knows I like, my legs bent back with my feet around his waist before he moves bringing my legs up with him so that my feet are pointing into the space above him as my ankles rest on his shoulders he thrusts into me in the deep missionary he so loves. Mmmm I had forgotten the intensity of this position. He rolls me onto my side entering me from behind. we chat as we rest before he has me lying on my front so he can access my ass. He comments on the marks asking if I had been having fun and got carried away. I tell him I will explain later, right now I am getting breathless as he trusts deep inside my tight arse. He is very vocal about his pleasure as he fucks me. Unlike my cunt he can thrust his whole shaft into my ass.

Again we rest and chat catching up on our news of the missing months. He tells me he has been offered a job in another part of the country, the money is good but he won't be taking it. what a relief, how could I lose him so soon after finally getting him here now. We both know it is highly unlikely we will see each other again until september as it is ( which I remind him is now only next month.) Oh god how I enjoy teasing him with my tongue and fingers as I take his already hard again cock into my hungry mouth. I have forgotten my lack of sleep as I tease and lick his cock from head to base taking my time licking, sucking and fondling his balls. He does so love his balls played with. as much as we are both enjoying this we don't want to waste this rock hard cock he gets me onto my side again as he enters from behind then reverting to the deep missionary again, he senses that I am tiring I am rolled onto my front again as he slides upto the hilt into my by now slippery ass. By this time daylight creeps through the gap in the curtains. He checks the time he must go before he gets caught out. But he just cant resist banging into my cunt one more time before hr drags himself away back home to his wife.

I was asked today if given the chance would I have a proper relationship with him, the answer has to be yes but as he is married it is not something I let myself think about.

laughing

2007-08-02T22:17:00.000+01:00

I laughed so much I cried at work today.

I did something that was either very brave or very stupid

I had mentioned to the 3 people who work at the same group of desks as myself that i write. what do I write they had asked. fantasy is all I would tell them. They (the two guys wanted to see this). Today I gave the one nearest to me a disk with 3 fantasies on it, when you get here, nervously, and lastly working late.
I thought this would be a good sample of different styles of the less pornographic fantasies. On arriving at work this morning I handed the disc over expecting that this would be looked at at lunch time. No he copied to his pc then emailed to the other guy (wayne coff lookalike). they both then sat in silence as they read my work. Wayne keeps saying I have a way with words. Bob however wants to know why banana flavoured and who keeps condoms in their desk drawer whilst hoping that the work on the laptop was saved before it was closed!! Bob says he liked 'nervously' the best of the three. I have decided to write a fantasy about him (don't get me wrong this is not me fantasizing about him). I just think he is so funny and it would be hilarious to watch his face as he reads a fantasy then realizes that he is the main character. In the early afternoon out of the blue I received a text from dark master.

Hello horny sexslave.Im working in Bristol at the moment staying in digs. Shame u cant pop up and get a sound spanking lol. cant get the image of u bent over the knees of a hornywoman being spanked as I fuck your mouth x

I showed this to Bob and wayne. for the rest of the afternoon there were comments coming from my left about being face fucked. later I can't remember what started me off I began laughing the more they said the more I laughed, I couldn't speak I was laughing and crying so much. today I wish I wasn't wearing mascara!

how many ?

2007-08-01T18:33:00.001+01:00

how many men can a girl see in a week without being greedy

I have been good for months now, ok ok maybe not as pure as driven snow but still I have only seen Forest and thats only been about once a month. so what is a girl to do when she gets lonely and there is a nice guy who adores her. Of course every few weeks she takes comfort not only in his arms but in his bed too. so thats Forest and Oxo. there is no one else or is there.

At work today two of the girls asked me if I had a nice date last night and without thinking I said which one. Oooops I had to say that I had a drink with one man then later visited another. I didnt say that I stayed over night. They asked me which is the one you really like then? Oh well thats someone else. So I made a quick retreat back to my desk before the questions got going, they were already saying so you are seeing more than one man then, my reply was 2. well I am only 'seeing' 2. the other men in my life are friends aren't they ?

I was exchanging emails with OG the otherday and she was saying she gets confused about all my men so maybe I should list them on here as I did for her.

my men = 1) Forest mmmmmmmmmmmm friend turned lover

2) Oxo fuck buddy seen him 4 times

3) Mr Passionate (was PL) married lover from last autumn not seen since feb but we both want to when we get chance ......the one married man I couldnt give up

4) Damien = my spanking master

5) JJ is poss Dom, wants to tie me up spank me and then get sexual. there is talk of me having a session with both of these two. see 'Shock' on kindred

6) N ex boyfriend now trying to get me back again (no chance)

there are no other players in my life at the moment. although there may be someone new on the horizon soon. (been chatting to one or two new guys ......

does this help...............in last 4 months have only had 5 shags (4 oxo and 1 forest)

sorry that should now be 5 oxo

In the last few days I have managed to chat to Forest online a few times, I have now (today) told him that I am to be spanked. He says I am a naughty girl and probably deserve to be spanked.

I need to get showered now and prepare myself for my date with a new man who I shall call Chip. I have been chatting online with chip on and off since last summer. We got as far as arranging to meet once months ago. I can't remember now whether it was me or him who cancelled. We have not chatted for ages. On monday he began chatting again and by the end of the chat we had agreed to ahve the date we didn't have before.

So within a week I will have seen Damien, Oxo, Forest, FF and Chip........is this being greedy?

update

I doubt whether I shall hear from chip again, although a nice enough man there was nothing there and my face now hurts after over an hour of benign smiling!! Any one who knows me knows that when I get going I can talk and talk. In the whole time I was with chip I may have spoken for a minute possible 1 1/2 at a stretch.

It's all or nothing

2007-07-31T01:03:00.000+01:00

weeks of nothing then all of a sudden!!

I have a date on tues eve

I have a date on wed eve

thursday will be busy but im not saying what I have planned until afterwards

friday not only will I be busy but also hoping to see Forest

I wonder if next week will be an all or nothing week?

shock

2007-07-28T09:01:00.000+01:00

she stands in the corner nose to the wall, she hears a light tap on the door, rustle then whispering, more rustling.

hand firmly on her shoulder as a blindfold is placed over her eyes, she is turned, some kind of tape is placed across her mouth. from across the room she hears the whirring as the camera is switched on. A hand pushes her forward step by tentative step, she counts 11 steps before the hand grabs her arm and turns her back to face the way she has come. the hand on her arm slips down to just above her wrist then yanks her downwards. She finds herself landing across his lap, he is sitting on something. Probably the chair that was by the desk in the corner of the hotel room. his hands pull her about manouvering her so that her hands are flat on the floor and her toes just touch the floor on the otherside of him. her arse pointing towards the ceiling. The hem of her skirt falls just below her buttocks barely covering her
black silk thong. His hand smooths her skirt over her arse. then whack he slaps her. her whole body jolts with the shock even though she had known it would come. four more slaps then he smooths her skirt again. One more slap, she holds her breath as she waits for more but in stead he raises her skirt and rubs her cheeks, this is nice. But suddenly he slaps her again but this time without the covering of her skirt the sound stings her ears as much as the feel of his hand stings her flesh. she endures the growing sting in her ass he has pulled her thong down to the top of her thighs limiting her leg movements exposing her glowing buttocks for the camera which she has forgotten.

He speaks telling her to nod or shake her head if she has learnt her lesson yet, will she mend her wanton ways. slowly she shakes her head.
He speaks again but startled she realises his words are not for her.

Ok leave the video camera now and take your place, rip the tape from her and fuck her mouth while I give her a dozen with the paddle then we swap right !!

When

2007-07-26T07:30:00.000+01:00

I sit here trying to keep occupied. I chat, I write, my mind full of images. These images are powerful, they are sharp. They concentrate my mind, but still a small part wanders free. I have an opportunity, a chance, one that I could share with you. It’s a once only opportunity, one that I can share with anyone I choose. Should I choose you. You would be my first choice but how can I let you know. I am waiting for you, always waiting. It is not easy to wait. When will I hear from you, when will I get a chance to tell you of this opportunity. True I could pick up my phone, I could make the words to send for you to read. But I chose to wait for that time when you will send word to me.

Some would say don’t wait, he won’t call, if I wait I am a fool. Some would say don’t wait, let him know before its too late, could this be fate. But I choose to wait, I shall wait for that time when you tell me you are mine. If we miss this chance so be it for I will not call, it is your turn to take the lead. If you don’t then I know my heart will bleed.

I wonder are you waiting too, waiting for me to call. Do you wonder when you will hear from me again. Do you wonder when I will give in and send word. Do you wonder when we will again be in each others arms. Do you wonder why I have gone silent.

I now know that while I was writing this off line you were looking for me online

When you get here

2007-07-24T19:29:00.001+01:00

she catches sight of him across the room

as she looks up from the menu

her heart misses a beat

she hadn't expected to see him

her stomach lurches

should she acknowledge him

he catches her eye and winks

she smiles and turns

to her companion

to continue their deliberations

should she have the caesar salad or

cumberland sausage and mash

her companion chooses a ploughmans lunch

she swaggers off to the bar to place their order

as she leans over the bar checking out the drinks

a hand she feels lightly brush across her ass

he stands a little apart from her

placing his own order for himself and his family

'I didn't expect.....'

'.....to see you here '

he finishes for her

he smiles 'I'm glad'

her order placed with the staff

back to the table she returns

while she eats she catches a glimps of a leg

or an arm as he speaks animatedly

with his family

his face hidden from view

later a text she receives

you looked happy and peaceful

you too and your son looks just like his sexy father

your mother could be your sister

hands off you are mine

yes and I shall prove it when you get here

nervously

2007-07-22T06:34:00.000+01:00

nervously she waits
doors firmly locked
headphones on listening to her mp3
eyes shut she loses herself in the songs she loves
noise and movement outside
but still she keeps her eyes closed
tapping on the window beside her
brings her back to now
quickly she unlocks and flings open the door
he pulls her into his arms
his mouth searching and finding hers
lifting her in his strong arms
he places her on the polished metal surface
she slips
he pins her in place with his body
as his hands search her
pulling and pinching
making her tremble with arousal
crunch of tyres on gravel
they are not alone
he grabs her hand and pulls her with him
he pushes her up to the passenger seat
they climb over the seat into the space behind
firm but soft with blankets already in place
he lays beside her
their hands all over each other
fingers and mouths feeling and tasting
excitement growing in more ways than one
his fingers find her secret place
hot and wet to his touch
she pulls awkwardly at his trousers
knowing what she will find
oh how she has missed them both
this man whose body and mind she craves
and his ooohhh so lovely hard penis
he wispers in her ear
i'm glad you found it
it was easy
she has a good map book!
besides shes been in his pants before lol
why had they never done this before
it is obviously the solution
to the problem of accommodation
she snuggles up close
as her hand works on him so well
desperate now she guides him
inside her tight lips
mutual gratification so near now
he pulls out turns her over
gently he open up her cheeks
warm and wet liquid soothes
readying her for that
ultimate pleasure as he enters
her in the tightest place of all
that searing pain she remembers so well
now exceeded by the exsquisite thrill
she now feels as he fills her
this man who showed her the way
so long ago now
her fists pounding the mattress
as she screams through her orgasm
for once not afraid of being heard
together they collapse as the tensions fade
a cuddle a kiss and they must go
he back to the depot then home to bed
her back to shower and for work to prepare

Real

2007-07-21T21:37:00.000+01:00

It is beginning to sink in now

this is real

it is not far away now

we are discussing

canes

my clothes

venue

other requirements (his and mine)

I am calling him sir

I want this to be as real as possible

we talk about dungeons

about whipping benches (and or wenches)

I have to submit my list of misdemenours

for my master to decide

the severity of my punishment

I must do this now

before my master becomes displeased with me

I am afraid now

this is sooooo real

I can't wait for this to be really real

he asked me today as pushed a trolley around

him talking in my ear as I gathered my weekly groceries

ARE YOU WET?

I lied

I said I was damp ( I dont know why)

really I was wet

ouch

2007-07-20T23:18:00.000+01:00

dragon

kooboo

thick

thin

which will he get?

he says there will be two of them

sleep

2007-07-18T21:06:00.000+01:00

they had been fucking for what seemed like hours, it was very dark in the room and there was no clock. she had ended up on the wrong side of the bed. they both wanted to fall asleep with him inside her. he snuggled up to her back, her right leg flung back and over both of his with him deep inside her, deeper even than before. his arm was flung across her body, his fingers were playing making her jerk and squirm. 'sleep' he says I want to sleep we need to keep still. how can she sleep with him making her nerves jump as he brings her to another orgasm. she tries to fall asleep keeping as still as she can. she remembers back to when she arrived. he had told her to let herself in through the side door he would be waiting in bed for her. Only when she arrived he wasnt in bed waiting for her. he was in the bathroom. he hadnt exepected her to arrive yet!! they were both hot and sweaty from their exertions, she throws off the cover again. he begins pumping into her again, he whispers in her ear she giggles and the tentions are building up again. soon she is writhing so much she cant stand it. she tried to remove his fingers from her pussy but he is relentless. he wont be satisfied untill she has come again and again, the bed is already soaked. finally they fall asleep exhausted in their joint moisture. she has a smile on her face and so does he!!

Her suprise part two

2007-07-15T23:47:00.000+01:00

............another crack and her whole body jolts with the force. Her hands automatically reach round to protect her smarting cheeks. smack!! her head whips round with the force of his smack. she will be given one further chance to keep still while Mistress delivers her punishment. If she cannot keep her hands down her wrists will be bound together. she swallows a sob as she tries to keep still. Dark Master resumes rubbing his cock on her face as she waits for the next crack as it hits her flesh but there is nothing. Hey now what is going on, there are fingers caressing her breasts as they hang beside Mistress's lap, it can't be Master as his hands are busy with holding her face against his cock. the realisation sinks in that it is this woman who is fondling her again. she feels the excitement begin to build inside her again as she realises that she has not two but four hands and two mouths wanting to use her body as their plaything. she is feeling the warmth of this thought course through her when it happens again, again she has been taken by suprise. A yelp tries to force its way past her lips but the tape forces her silence.

when she had agreed to become Dark Master's slave she had agreed to take any punishment he felt was fit but she had not expected the force with which it would be delivered, nor that it would be anyone other than the master himself who would deliver these whacks across her arse. She wanted to cry it hurt so much but to cry would be a sign of weakness. she must be strong and not show how much it hurt. how many strokes has she received she must count she must concentrate. she knew from their conversations that she would have to count she must know how many strikes she has received. it is three no its four so far, this hurts so much how can she take much more. five there was another one must concentrate but omg this cock in her face is so inviting. how can she concentrate with this in her face. she reaches up to hold the cock in her hand. Mistress hisses in her ear.....thats a good girl wank your master, bring him to a head so he can show you his pleasure by covering your face with his own special cream. crack thats six.

so many sensations its hard to concentrate. her ass is on fire as the welts begin to show up red, her nipples tingle with the attention they are receiving and then there is still this cock in her face that she cant taste because of the tape which makes it hard to breathe even, then there is the pain in her head as her hair is pulled keeping her head up. again thats six isn't it, no already had six it must be seven, please let this end soon. as though her prayers have been answered the lead is yanked and the hands on her breasts are pushing her upwards. The girl finds herself standing again, she feels so much relief that the strikes have ceased tears well up in the corners of her eyes.

she is led around to the side of the bed and pushed face down onto the bed. two pairs of hands take her by the arms pulling her towards the head of the bed. simultaneously her wrists are shackled to the bed. pillows are piled in the middle of the bed and the girl is manouvered so that she is laying across the pillows with her ass poining into the air. Dark Master kneels infront of her face rips the tape from her mouth. he tells the girl she has taken her punishment well and is to be rewarded. he shoves his cock into her mouth pulling the panties out at the same time.

there is movement behind her the bed creaks a little as Mistress climbs up behind her. the girl feels hands on her burning cheeks, something cold is being soothed onto the welts, it stings like mad but is curiously comforting too. mmmm a nice soothing massage on her damaged flesh and a hard cock to suck. but what now her cheeks are being held open something hot and soft is flicking around her ass hole, is that wet? omg its her tongue the girl is being licked by the woman. long slow licks from ass to cunt and back again.

no sooner has she taken in what is happening when the woman climbs off the bed. the girl can hear movements but she concentrates on the cock in her mouth pumping, fucking her mouth like she has never done before. woowwwwouchhhhhhhhh she feels a new stinging sensation as something hits her ass cheeks. she hears a swish just before the next sting. Master tells her not to worry this is just a soft leather flogger the paddle will be next. another swish another sting she wants to grit her teeth but can't as her mouth is being fucked. she chokes back her tears,it stings so much but she can't scream. She is very vulnerable with her wrists shackled and her mouth full of cock while her naked ass is pointing up towards this thrashing. she nearly bites her Master's penis as the 6th and hardest swish stings her left buttock. Master withdraws from her and unfastens her wrists. He commands her to go over to the corner opposite the door and stand with her nose to the wall hands on her head and feet as wide apart as her shoulders.

to be continued..........

preparation

2007-07-14T13:46:00.000+01:00

as the day of my punishment dawns nearer
I feel I must prepare myself
I have given much thought to the pain I shall receive
I have thought about the implements he has available (those that I know of)
we have talked about various implements (I mustn't call them toys as this is not for fun)
I have given much thought to the humiliation I will undergo
I have spent many hours imagining what it will be like
I cannot imagine the room as we dont know yet where it will be
he has ideas but as far as I know hasn't found anywhere yet
I have visited many websites about spanking and read lots of stories some fiction
others not
I have looked at pictures and read descriptions
As I read these tales I try to put myself in the place of the spankee
imagining every whack, slap, smack, spank, swish, thwack
how will I cope
will I cry will I manage to stay still
will I be able to count
how many times will I feel the impact upon my flesh
I have never been spanked not even as a child
only ever had my leg or my bottom swiped once at any one time
it always hurt but it was the dissaproval that hurt more
will I be able to bear my punishment
or will I cry off after a mere 5 minutes
my determination tells me I must not back out
I know I am safe with him
I will be compiling a list of my misdemeanours so that he knows
the things that require my punishment and the severity

shopping

2007-07-14T00:52:00.000+01:00

she sees them walking towards her pushing a trolley loaded with shopping
she brushes his arm as they pass
at the end of the aisle she looks round
hes right behind her grabs her arm and hustles her around the corner a quick kiss
a whisper in her ear to follow
to the disabled toilets he goes
once inside he locks the door pushes her against the wall
his hand up her short skirt
her hand in his jeans
their pent up passion
can hold out no longer
he sits on the pan with his jeans around his ankles
her panties discarded on the floor
straddles him
oh its sooo good
its been so long
since last they met
what a relief this chance encounter
he can stay long enough only
for the explosion of their passion
before he must hurry
his wife will be looking for him
five minutes later she catches a glimpse
as he packs the bags
she continues her shopping
later they will text how great it was to bump into
each other so unexpectedly
mmmmmmmmm
must do this again xx

working late

2007-07-13T00:17:00.000+01:00

It was the first sunny afternoon for weeks and Mike was stuck in the office. his partner Jim and the girls who work for them had left 20 minutes ago. Mike was enjoying the peace, he had a complicated quote to prepare for a client who would be arriving first thing tomorrow. It would take him at least an hour more to get this done but at least he wouldn't be interrupted. He glanced out of the window by his left elbow watching the sun playing in the leaves of the big oak tree across the car park then past the tree across to the distant hills,lush green for once at this time of year after all the recent rain. He couldn't wait to escape and go for his customary drink at his local pub on the way home. On a day like this he could sit in the beer garden with his pint and read his paper. Reluctantly he turned back to the sheaf of paper on his desk and clicked the mouse, immediately the screen of his laptop leapt back into life. Mike had been working for about 5 minutes when he thought he heard someone on the stairs leading up to this first floor office. Mike dismissed the thought quickly as no one would be here at this time the office sign at the entrance had been turned to show closed, he had seen to that himself. he heard the familiar creak of the door from across the room. As he watched the door slowly crept open a head of black hair came around the door followed by the rest of the woman. head held high the woman stepped into the room looked around and saw Mike at his desk in the far corner of the room.

'Hello, can I help you he asks' curiosity getting the better of him.

with the assurance of a proud woman she makes her way towards Mike. Extending her hand she tells Mike that she is hoping he can help her. a quick glance from head to toe tells Mike that this woman knows how to dress but has obviously fallen on hard times. Her elegant black court shoes have seen better days as has her mid calf length red skirt. Mike always notices the shoes a woman is wearing but his eyes have become rivetted to her impressive bust which is held under a modest top not quite matching the skirt in color. As she breathes Mike is transfixed by the sight of the swell of her bosom as it heaves up and down. Her skin the color of polished rosewood blemish free from what he can see as he lifts his eyes to her face, her full lips and the widest brown eyes he has ever seen. Mike realises that this woman before him is speaking but he has heard nothing. He shakes his head and asks her to repeat what she just said.

'I am looking for work, I have recently become widowed, I need to work to feed my children.'

Mike looks across the room he doesnt need any staff, this is only a small office, Mike, Jim and the two girls Lydia and Maria who work for them. Regretfully his tells this vision before him that he can't offer her anything. she offers to clean the office, anything at all if she can earn some money to buy supper for her little ones. Mike tells her to take a seat and tell him a bit more about herself. there might be a way he can help her but as yet he doesn't know how. Mike is always happy to help anyone in trouble, especialy someone as beautiful and exotic looking as this creature. A few minutes later Mike has learnt that Elisa came from a comfortable life with her hard working husband and three children to her current impoverished state following the death of her husband. he had fallen into debt, gambling and cancelled his insurance policies, leaving her with nothing after his death. Their house had been repossessed, she was now living in a one bedroom flat with her girls, the eldest aged 13 was looking after the younger two while Elisa went looking for work. by the end of her tale Mike's heart had been sorely touched. He looked in his wallet and removed the £45 that as nestling there and handed it to Elisa. It wasn't much but it would buy her food for a few days.

Elisa was adamant that she could not accept this money as she had done nothing to earn it. Mike assured her that she had earnt every penny just by walking into this office and brightening his evening with her vibrant smile. Suddenly Elisa lept up and threw her arms around Mike kissing him full on the lips in gratitude. He couldn't help himself, Mike held her to him and kissed her back. He knew he shouldn't do this but it isn't every day that such a lovely woman throws herself into his lap to give him such a sumptuous kiss. MIke felt her hesitate then relax into the kiss. The longer the kiss continued the more confident Mike became as he held onto her, letting his tongue probe her slightly parted lips. Soon his tongue was searching the very depths of her soft warm mouth. Mike's hands crept round her back one resting in the small of her back the other moving up to hold her head to his. Elisa didn't pull back just accepted the kiss. Mike felt as though he wanted to hold her forever and not let anything bad happen to her. As Elisa began to relax against Mike's chest as he continued to kiss her, she began to return his kiss with a passion she hadn't felt for many months. Suddenly the loneliness of recent months hit her in the pit of the stomach as if someone had punched her. elisa's hand slipped up to mike's face caressing his cheek as their kisses became more fervent. Mike nuzzles his face against her hair smelling the scent of coconuts in her clean tresses.

His hands begin to wander over her back, Elisa does nothing to stop him, she is melting into him, her hands also begin to roam. Mike can't believe it when her fingers start to fiddle with his shirt buttons, he had removed his tie when the others left for the day. deftly she has his shirt open and nuzzles her face against the moderate amount of hairs on his chest. Mike takes this as his cue to let his hands wander towards her breasts. tentatively at first, he doesnt want to push his luck he lets his fingers trace the outine of her breast. When she still does nothing to stop him Mike becomes bolder and pinches the nipple of her left breast, she sighs and nuzzles closer, he lets his fingers slip inside her top, caressessing the soft skin as it rises and falls with her every breath.

Mike ever the gentleman tells Elisa that she is very beautiful, he looks into her sad eyes and sees a spark light up as his fingers find her nipple under the fabric of her bra and give it a flick, a slight moan escapes her lips. Emboldened now Mike pushes her away from his chest and tugs her top over her head he has a great need to gaze on these silken orbs. to his amazement she twists an arm behind her back releasing the clasp of her black lace bra and flings it across the room landing on the back of Jim's chair just at the edge of Mike's eyesight. Mike is overtaken by a desire for this wonderful woman who was so unexpectedly sat on his lap. He dips his head toward her bosom massaging her right breast with his hand he finds her left nipple and sucks it into his mouth flicking with his tongue as he does so. elisa wriggles in his lap holding onto his head for dear life as he suckles harder on her now engorged nipple. To his utter suprise elisa begins to sing, softly at first but gradually getting louder as her wriggles increase. the more she wriggles Mike can feel his erection growing steadily harder until he can contain it no longer. releasing her nipple Mike lifts Elisa from his lap and places her onto his desk, the papers he was working on scatter in all directions. Mike closes his laptop and stands before Elisa tasting her lips again as he resumes the passionate kiss of a few moments earlier.

As he stands before her one arm around her waist his right hand rests on her thigh, his ever increasing lust growing more evident he groans. She looks down and catches sight of the bulge in his black pin striped suit trousers. she reaches down and runs a nail across his bulge. He is undone now he cant back off now he must have her here and now. like lightening his hand is inside her skirt while his other hand wrestles with his belt. She helps him with the belt and unzips him. his fingers find her panties they are damp and getting damper. with his thumb and fore finger he pulls the fabric to one side, inserts his middle finger where she is wettest. Mike wriggles his hips a little to loosen his trousers and they fall to the floor as he knew they would. (he has practiced this move with his girlfriend).

he grabs her hips pulling her to the edge of the desk, her now soaking wet pussy is begging to be filled and he is going to be the one to do it. Still Elisa has not pulled away or complained if anything she is enjoying his attentions. It seems to Mike that she wants this as much as he does, but just to make sure he asks her if it is ok to continue. he is so fucking hard now he needs the release of cumming in a hot pussy. If she says no its going to be damn hard to stop but he will respect her wishes. He is after all a gentleman. Elisa looks him in the eye and almost screams at him

'fuck, fuck, fucccccccckkkkkkkkkk me now pleaseeeeeeee I neeeeedd to beee fuuuuuckkkedddddd pleeeeeeaaaaaaaaasssssssseeeeeeeeee'

Mike didn't need telling twice, he fumbles in his desk drawer for the pack hidden right at the back. Expertly covers his cock with a bright yellow banana flavoured condom he pushes inside her and pumped for all he was worth while she wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands upon his shoulders singing wildly fuck me oh please fuck me I need you to fuck me. Mike's girlfriend Louise is a moaner, his wife Val never makes much noise, Mike has had other lovers some quiet some not so quiet but he had never come across a woman who sang while having her cunt fucked. this was so new to Mike it made him even more aroused. He shoots his load and shudders as his body begins to relax. Slowly he withdaws and sinks to his knees in worship. But Elisa isn't finished yet. she grabs Mike's head and pulls it against her still bucking cunt. MMMM now this is something that Mike has dreampt of, burying his face in the wet pussy of a stranger. She tastes so sweet he must drink her juice, slowly he brings his tongue down from her clit to her ass and back again, he lets his tongue circle her swollen bud. he repeats this a few times before letting his tongue lickup all the juice that dribbles out of her swollen lips. mmmm Mike is in heaven now. just then his phone beeps with the arrival of a text,he will look at it in a minute but first he must sup all that this woman has to offer. As he is giving his tongue a good workout in this invitingly wet pussy she shudders through an orgasm, goes rigid then relaxes. Elisa pushes his head away and says she should be going, her girls will be getting hungry. they both adjust their clothing and replacing those garments that had been discarded, she says nothing, Mike tells her she is wonderful. Elisa blushes, thanks Mike and walks to the door. Mike checks his text message. It is his friend, the one he fancies like mad but can't have.

'I have finished writing your fantasy for you'.

Lol good girl and what timing, I wonder if i could get her to write one like this?

Talk to her

2007-07-11T18:09:00.000+01:00

I was reading blogs when I came across a you tube video of Priestess I listened to this song and decided that it speaks volumes about where I am at at the moment. I just had to post the words. thank you George for introducing me to this song

Talk to her - Priestess

Talk to her, don't leave her behind
You shut her out for too long
I know, 'cause I've seen her cry
If you keep her down she'll get up and move on
Wake up it's time
Open your eyes
You've got to let her know
Stop wasting time
Make up your mind
Love her or let her go
Talk to her, you've done something wrong
We've all got something to hide
But don't turn your back for too long
There'll always be somebody waiting in line
I could be all that she wants
Got a heart, got a home, got a hand for her to hold
Talk to her, there's something you'll find
With all this pain that you caused
You'll be the loser this time
And I'll be the one with the girl that you lost
Believe me she's leaving
And I'll be the one, look what you lost

Her suprise

2007-07-08T23:30:00.000+01:00

She knocks and the door opens, she sees him standing there as she had expected in his leather trousers and waistcoat. he steps aside to allow her to pass. She can't help a little gasp as his parting words from last night come flooding back.

'I have a suprise for you tomorrow night one you won't be expecting but I hope it will please you.'

It's a suprise alright, as she passes him she comes face to face with a woman also dressed in leather trousers, leather waistcoat with ample breasts spilling over the top, thigh high leather boots with what must be 4" heels, she is very tall towering above him in her boots.She sees that the woman has something leather hanging from her right hand, what ever it is there is metal too as the light glints off it. the girl looks nervously at her Dark Master he nods and tells her

'this is your Mistress for the night, please stand still while she fastens your collar around your neck, I am pleased to see that you have followed orders and worn your black mini skirt and leather boots, but that top is wrong it doesn't show enough of your boobs, please remove it and place it on the table in the corner.'

Mistress moves close to the girl while she quickly slides her low cut vest top over her head and places it on the table. once this is done she feels a hand on her shoulder as Mistress places the studded collar around her neck handing the lead to Dark Master. The girl tries to look around the room but her lead is jerked pulling her towards Dark Master. Upto this point the girl has not said a word neither has her Mistress who now tells her that she must greet her Master in a fit and proper way. the girl shyly begins to say hello but the lead is jerked and Mistress tells her this is no way to greet him. where are her manners Dark Master has been patient waiting all these weeks and months to taste her mouth....she must kiss him. The girl nods and steps towards her master knowing she has not had a good start to this evening. she reaches up to her master to kiss his lips. Before she can take a breathe his hand grabs a handful of her hair holding her in place as he rams his tongue down her throat, searching and sliding around every crevice of her mouth. She struggles to breathe then relaxes into his kiss which becomes slightly softer allowing her to breathe more easily. Just as suddenly as the kiss began it ends.

Dark Master says its time to end the niceties of introduction, now we will get down to business. Please state in a clear voice why you think you are here.

I am here because my Master wishes to teach me how to behave and if I am a good girl he will fuck me, making me his to do with as he pleases.

very good now tell us why you are to become mine.

I am to become slave to my Dark master because I have done wrong and my Dark Master has kindly agreed to save me from my sins.

the girl manages to glance around the room, she sees a stark metal bedstead with manacles attached, crisp white sheets and pillows very basic comforts. on either side of the bed are dimly lit lamps but at the foot of the bed there is a straight backed chair close to which is the low table where she had placed her top, beside this there is an array of paddles, riding crops, whips, canes and other things the girl cannot easily identify. the full implications of this evening are suddenly starting to hit home. She stifles a sob as she realises this is not a game these two people mean business. As she strains to look further into the room she sees a spot light trained on the chair and in the far corner there is a video camera set up on a tripod also trained on the chair.

Dark Master indicates the chair with a nod of his head and Mistress sits herself upon this. both Mistress and master are now looking purposefully at the girl she feels a quiver run through her body, she wants to pee from nerves but stops herself. those pelvic floor excercises have come in useful. Master shoves the girl in the direction of the chair and instructs her to stand perfectly still in front of Mistress. she is not to move a muscle no matter what unless she is told to. any deviation will lead to greater punishment. Mistress takes hold of the hem of her skirt lifting this until she is peering between the girls shaking thighs. Mistress re-emerges from under the skirt, shakes her head and tells Master that the girl has not been good there is a definite dampness. Master wishes to see what the girl has seen fit to adorn her sinful pussy with. Mistress pulls the skirt down letting it drop to the floor she nudges the girls legs indicating that she must step out of the crumpled heap on the floor. the girl is left standing in her black leather ankle boots,matching black lace bra and panties and of course this collar which holds her head up it is so wide. dark Master passes the lead to Mistress as he moves over to the video camera there is a click and a whir as the camera kicks into action.

The girl tries to stop herself trembling as her Dark master stands behind her with his hands clasped over her breasts, his fingers rolling her nipples. with one hand he unfastens the clasp of her bra, Mistress leans into the girl and with her teeth tugs on the fragile lace pulling it away from the girls amazing orbs. she tugs again at the bra as it slides down the girls arms to fall at her feet. Mistress looks lavisciously up at dark Master who feeds the girl's right nipple into Mistress's mouth. the girl feels a jolt through her body as Mistress flicks her nipple with a very practiced tongue. The girl had not expected this, she thought the Mistress was here merely to help with her punishment. Master reaches round the girl to caress Mistress's hand he tells her to find out if the girl has become aroused. Mistress does not need telling twice, her hand moves to the fabric that covers the girl's mons. Yes this has become wet now.

No No the girl silently shouts within her head I am not i will not allow myself to be aroused by this woman's touch. But she knows it is too late, her arousal has already begun. Dark Master instructs the girl to remove her panties and hold then in a ball upto her nose, she is to smell her own arousal. She feels Dark master move away slightly and then a strange ripping sound. his hand comes upto her mouth pushing the panties through her open lips a strip of wide tape is placed across her mouth holding the panties there. she struggles to breathe through her nose. she catches a glimpse of her body naked now apart from her boots and collar with a slash of black tape across her face. Mistress moves back now releasing her nipple which throbs from being squeezed by that woman's teeth. Mistress turns the girl around to face sideways on as Master comes to stand in front of the girl she is forced down onto her knees. She must unfasten Dark Master's trousers and release his manhood which immediately springs free and stands proud. A yank on the lead brings the girl back to her feet. Mistress pulls her back so that she is stood next to mistress's lap now. four hands push at the girl until she is bent double and forced across Mistress's lap facing Dark Master who stands so close to her face he whacks her on each cheek with his hard cock. he rubs her face with his cock smearing pre-cum across her cheek. He is teasing her with his cock demanding that she admits she wants this hard member in her mouth, she nods he asks her again if she wants to taste his cock the girl nods vigorously but is brought up suddenly in shock as she feels a shot of fire across her ass. what was that? then again another crack across her exposed cheek. she tries to twist her neck to see what it was but master pulls on the lead bringing her head back to his cock.

to be continued...........

BRNG IT ON!!!

2007-07-08T11:27:00.000+01:00

Ok so there have been a few, no! several posts of late about the subject of spanking. I fear I am becoming obsessed with the idea. As I said in the last post I am scared. I have never liked pain, I am a real baby when it comes to pain. So why am I inviting men to deliver pain to my ass. Why do I court punishment? Yesterday I sent a joke to several men, the reply from JJ was.

Not very funny! Anyone who sends jokes like that deserves to be spanked.

So what do I go and do? I send another joke!

While I was out last night (bored out of my skin) I began chatting by text with my Dark Master. He says that he had accepted my decision not to meet but he is happy to still chat. Then he tells me that he has a week off work so we can party. Although I had made the decision not to see him the idea of having some fun with him is a little thrilling but regretfully I tell him that I shall be working. He didn’t know that I am working again at the moment.

I have made up my mind that I will have my planned spanking with my friend. We are both up for this and he has begun making preparations. I have more or less accepted that I won’t be meeting JJ for a spanking although we often discuss what will happen when we do. I know we both want it. But there are two things which prevent this from becoming reality. Firstly as much as he wants this and he dreams of what he wants to do to me, he does have a girlfriend and his conscience gets in the way. The second is that he openly admitted to me when we met a couple of months ago that he is not good at making the first move. He needs to be pushed into action, but once pushed there is no stopping him. I do enjoy our chats about the possibilities open to us, whilst knowing that it won’t happen.

But if he ever does get the courage to make it happen it will be a bonus. He is quite local to me so we can decide at the last minute to do this. I could be at his place in 10 minutes. I get very aroused when chatting to him knowing how easy it would be to make this fantasy become reality; I also enjoy the sexual connotations that come with this fantasy of his. He has made it abundantly clear that through out my punishment he would be digitally checking for moisture that would give away my sin. For it would be a punishable sin for me to be aroused whilst being punished. I know that I would indeed be dripping as just the very thought has me wriggling in my seat wanting to bring this about. I want to be disciplined; I want to be found dripping with arousal so that I may experience yet more punishment of a varied and increasing severity.

Anyway, the more I think about what I am going to experience with my friend, (I really should give him a name to make this easier. Maybe Damien as he will have a devil of a job absolving me of my sins.) The more scared I get. The more scared I am the more I feel compelled to carry this through to its end. I have emailed another blogger for some advice, he has given me a website to look at. This I have done and have registered with a spanking site. I have read a few of the stories and later when I get some privacy I intend to spend some time looking at the picture gallery and videos as well as going into the chat rooms. I really am keen to find out from other people what they get out of spanking. I think from what I have read so far that the situation with me and Damien is unusual. Most spanking stories seem to be between people who are in a relationship or are using the spanking as part of a sexual act. Damien and I are friends and as I have said I trust him implicitly and shall accept his judgement as to which implements he will use on me and in which order. We have met so there will be no suprises there, we are both fond of each other so I know I don’t need to worry that he will go over the top. I know he will keep my best interests in mind. Now we have the intention, he has the implements all we need are a time and more especially a venue. If it were at all possible I would say lets do this now tonight but without a venue and forward planning (families) we have to wait. I have said that I will have the time to carry out our plans once the school term has finished and I don’t have to rush home from work. I can just head off to wherever and spend as much time as I need to, so that’s another 2 weeks away ;-( .

But that gives me another two weeks or more to read and see so much more, in my mental preparations. I think it amuses Damien when I talk as though I intend to enjoy this. He is very serious about it and tells me that it isn’t for my enjoyment. I know he is quite correct and how could I find enjoyment in pain which I would under normal circumstances do my level best to avoid. Pain and the Lady do not readily mix so why oh why am I so adamant that I desire this pain, I crave the humiliation that will go hand in hand with my pain. Perhaps this is my subconscious way of dealing with my sluttish behaviour of the last year. My atonement for what I feel to be the behaviour of one who does not merit the position I hold in this life, my battle to reconcile the slut in me with the good middle class mother I strive to be.

What ever the reason I crave this pain and humiliation………….

BRING IT ON!!!!

spoilt

2007-07-07T01:51:00.000+01:00

spoilt for choice

If you have been reading my blogs for a while you will be aware that I have a desire to be spanked. This is a desire that has crept up on me over a period of six months or so. When I first started reading accounts of women being spanked it held no interest to me. It was not something I had any wish to try.

But one morning whilst I was enjoying a sensuous session with SL he slapped my ass. I liked it and asked him to do it again which he did. I also dicovered that I liked it when he dug his fingers into my ass. Then I found that the more I read about fellow bloggers such as LFM being spanked the more I wanted to know about it. I started reading more and found I was getting aroused by the idea. During my email exchanges with my Knight we fantasised about him spanking me. As the months went by I began to discuss this with a few of the men I chat to. At one point I had my knight wanting to tie me up and spank me, My Dark Master also wanted this but he wanted more. He wanted more of a 24/7 Dom/sub situation in which he would give me instructions to follow. He bought me a collar and lead that I was to wear at all times when we were alone together. there was also JJ who switches between Dom and Sub. he was quite happy to tie me up and spank me. we spoke about this again only this week when he descibed everything he would like to do with me. I also have another friend who I have discussed spanking with. In this case it is not as part of a sexual experienc but as Dom/sub ritual experience with implements. I trust him implicitly. He has made a very exciting discovery today which got me feeling very excited myself.

I am trully looking forward to our experiment but at the same time as being excited by the prospect especially as it draws nearer. I am absolutely terrified. But my terror seems to make me want to do this even more. Maybe it is the thought of over coming my fear of pain. we have discussed many times my wish to do this and he knows that for me it is something I need to do. But I have not revealed to him how scared I am of this. Why is it that the more I think about it the more scared I feel which makes me more determined that I want this. we have discussed implements, venues, positions. we have shared other people's experiences. there is no way that I want to back out of this. I know that if I do not do this with him I shall find someone else to share this experience with. I know that this man knows what he is doing and I trust him to take care of me. He will give me the experience I crave without putting me in danger. I only hope he gets enjoyment from this experience.

sexy man

2007-07-05T22:19:00.000+01:00

Hi, you ok babe?

Yes just bored

You know where to come to get that boredom relieved babe ;-)

Don’t tell me you’re alone now? What a waste! I could have those legs on my shoulders right now, easing in and out of a very wet hole x

No I am not alone but I could do with a sexy man between my legs babe xx

Mmmmm can still taste that pussy on my tongue. And remember how good it felt when I came deep inside that tight ass? ;-) x

Lol, and the memory of that delightful tongue giving so much pleasure. How could I forget the delicious feel of your hard cock inside my ass, which at the moment is not the only tight hole.

Since I’ve known you, you’ve always been tight, didn’t bother me in the slightest babe. We always enjoy our times together, can’t see why that would change ;-)

Can’t wait to catch up, you are such a very sexy lover babe x

The feeling is mutual ;-) just a shame we have to wait before we can do lots of catching up x

Exactly! I’ll just have to ensure that I spoil you rotten the next time we get together babe ;-) make sure no hole is left unsatisfied x

Babe every time we get together no hole is left unsatisfied XX

Oh bless you ;-) Im glad you feel that way. We’ve always given one another lots of mutual pleasure. Look forward to plenty more x

I think we both knew from the first time we met that it would be so. I still remember the text you sent that afternoon and my reply. Xx

Lol was it a rude one ;-) god im such a bad person lol. Fair one though, I felt like jumping you there and then x

You said you wanted to ram your tongue down my throat and I said you took your time kissing me in the first place x

Lol but you do kiss oh so nicely ;-) both sets of lips are very kissable x

Both sets of lips enjoy being kissed by such a very sexy and passionate man x

Why thank you kind lady ;-) I look forward to repaying your kind words, by making you cum long and hard , all over my cock, tongue and fingers x

Mmmm you make me cum so well, you are so very good with your fingers, tongue and cock ;-)

You know I love to please babe. You’re a very responsive woman who loves sex. And I like what we do together ;-) .

You know I can never resist x

Lol I don’t want you to resist;-) we both like the finer aspects of good sex, touching, kissing etc. we respond to one another, which is good. You’d hate it if I was a 2 minute wonder x

If you were you wouldn’t have been invited back lol

I’d like to think not lol, anyway you needed your garage sorting ;-) I thought about jumping on you there x

It was very hot and I couldn’t wait to see you again to see what we could do x

And now you know lol. I recall your jeans being dripping with your cum. Closely followed by you having a very full pussy dripping with my cum;-)

Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yessssssssssss

Ah you remember lol. It was hard, fast and oh so good ;-) we may have made a mess, but it felt bloody good to cum inside you x

I doubt I will ever forget xx

Look forward to a rematch very soon, just in case you’ve forgotten how it feels ;-) x

see garage love on battle to find myself Nov 2006

confusion

2007-07-05T07:54:00.000+01:00

I am confused
I want you so much
But you are not there
I want you so much
I tell you so
But you do not reply
I want you so much
I can't find you
I tell you I give up
You tell me your phone is lost
Does this mean that you are there
It's just that we can't find each other
Is this a game of hide and seek
I want you so much
But the question is this
How much do you want me?
Will this be resolved soon
Will the fog soon be lifted
Talk to me honey
I want you so much
But not at any price
I want your friendship
I want your company
I want your laughter
I want your kisses
I want your arms around me
What do you want?

hurt

2007-07-02T22:56:00.001+01:00

It hurts
This aching inside
This emptiness
The loneliness
I long to feel you by my side
I yearn for you to take away this feeling
I want to watch your smile as we make sweet music
Will I ever again hear your velvety voice in my ear
Will I ever again gaze into your soft blue eyes
I yearn for the heat your fingers bring to my flesh
The electricity that shoots through me
When our lips meet in passion
Now all I taste is salt
As my silent tears slide down my cheek
It is time now
To say goodbye
It is not what I wish
It is the only choice
Your silence speaks volumes
Goodbye my sweet friend
My lover no more

why do I do this to myself

2007-06-30T00:56:00.000+01:00

I have got myself into a tiss over the situation between me and Forest
are we seeing each other or not?
am I just a sex toy to him
do I push him into action or just wait
or do I walk away

tonight I have sent him a variety of text from
a x
to a :-p
to telling him what I want and asking what he wants
no reply to any of them.

then I get online and see Jasper is on msn
thats unusual especially at this time of night
I resist saying hi
until I am very tired and about to go to bed
my resistance fails
I say hi to him
he calls me angel
he says he wants one of my snogs
and the time we had in the hotel
I chat on but he doesnt reply again
now I am hankering after two men
neither of them any good at communication
its no good
I must stop this.

Butterfly

2007-06-27T20:43:00.000+01:00

I am a butterfly, I flit from one place to another spreading my warmth and beauty for all to see and share.

Only now I cannot fly, I am trapped. trapped in a giant spider's web. The more I try to escape the more I get tangled up in these threads so fine they appear invisible. but they are there all the same.

I believed you were my friend, you listened to tales of my travels. You listened to tales of the magnificent butterflies I had met and also the drab moths I had encountered along the way. You soothed me with your words when I became excitable. You lured me to you with your warmth. I believed you to be a magnificent butterfly too but I was wrong. You are a spider and you have me caught in your web.

When I yearn for the comfort of .your words, to have you beside me, you hide in the very centre of your web in a place I cannot reach. But each time I try to escape you throw out more threads to keep me held fast. You send me words that lighten my heart but still you keep your distance.
Please I beg of you, either take me into the heart of your world. Keep me safe and happy, let us dance together. Or release me let me fly againon the breeze to land where ever I will.

swinging

2007-06-25T21:43:00.000+01:00

I have not indulged in any swinging in the last few months. I have been a good girl saving myself for the one man I currently want to be with. However I am now feeling that I have not fully explored every aspect of my sexuality. I have therefore been in contact with a few of the people I have met in the swinging world, with a view to playing again when I am in better health. This may or may not be on my own. Forest has expressed a desire to be my new playmate.

I confess

2007-06-22T23:47:00.000+01:00

Sir I must confess for I have done wrong here is my confession

We are meeting at a coffee shop in my town
He text to tell me he is stuck in traffic
I arrive at the coffee shop and decide to wait outside for him.
He arrives almost as soon as I do.
Mmm he is much taller than me
He looks good in his brown leather jacket and jeans

I find a table at the back of the shop where we can chat
I slip off my red jacket revealing my blue striped blouse
Today I am wearing jeans so my legs are not on display
I have a different tactic this time

He sits opposite me across the table chatting
We get on so well it’s like we have know each other for years.
As we chat I rest my elbows upon the table
I know this is exaggerating my cleavage
He goes to the gents, when he returns he sits beside me
After a few moments he tells me that one of my buttons had come undone
I thank him and do the button up (months later I tell him I had purposely undone the button he admits he knew that).

After our drink and chat he gives me a lift back to where I had left my car at my mother’s. He kisses me very nicely on the lips, nothing more.
About 20 minutes later I get his text
‘wow what a sexy lady, and such a lovely kisser, I was sorely tempted to ram my tongue down your throat.’ I tell him that he should have done and that it took him long enough to kiss me as it was.
Over the next few days our text messages get hotter until he announces that he must have me even if it means taking me to his home.
This I won’t do again so I insist he comes to my home, he can help me with some heavy lifting that I can’t do alone.
A few days later he is here and I seduce him first in the garage then in my kitchen but finally I take him in my living room. As he sits upon my sofa I sit on his lap straddling him. My kisses becoming more ardent, my wriggling in his lap becoming wilder until I am so wet that I have soaked my jeans and made his wet too. It is no good I have to strip off my jeans and release his manhood from his now damp jeans. What else is a girl to do when she is confronted by such a lovely specimen, he is here he is wanting me so he gets me impaled on his rock hard cock wriggling like there is no tomorrow. Once he has shot his load he slips to his knees so that he can taste me, still with his sperm dribbling from my lips.
A week later he is back for more only from this time on we use my bed and have very very passionate sex in every position I can imagine. He has decided that he has to be a good boy and not see anyone else, but he will always find time to see me again …..how could he resist?

Sir now I find I have two lovers who are both married. I know this is wrong but I cannot give them up. I would rather be punished than give up my lovers. Please I beg you Sir don’t make me give them up. I will do anything you ask so long as I can keep my lovers.

am I to be punished yet or must I confess more first?

soon

2007-06-21T07:50:00.000+01:00

soon when my health is better

we will meet again

he will mete my punishment

we have discussed what my punishment should involve

all he tells me is that he will initiate me

I shall be spanked

he will bring implements this may or may not include a cane

I trust him

have you?

2007-06-17T01:16:00.000+01:00

have you been thinking about our plans?

not had a chance have you ?

A bit. I'm ok with it if you are.

of course

Spanking

2007-06-15T01:26:00.000+01:00

I have been talking to some men about spanking for some while now I have become interested in spanking and other punishment used in a Dom/sub environment.

I did dally with the idea of becoming a sub to one of the men I was in contact with (my Dark Master) he even sent me a picture of my own collar and lead which I was to wear each time we were alone together. He would give me instructions to follow. But I decided that the 24/7 life that he seemed to favour even though we had not yet met was a little more than I wanted. I'm not into the slave master lifestyle.

I want to experience being submissive and receiving punishment for my misdeeds more as a part of a sexual experience now and again not to be the whole. ie I want it to be one of the sweets in the bag not the bag containing the sweets.

I have also chatted on and off to JJ for months. He is a man who enjoys being submissive but equally happy to be either Dom or neither. He has stated many times that he would be happy to tie me up and spank my ass. But each time we get anywhere near doing anything about it he cancels. I have now told him that if he is sure that he wants to spank me. (he is emphatic that he does). Then he must decide on a place and a time, inform me then STICK TO IT!!

As the months went past I also had a joint fantasy about it with my Knight of Tarnished Armour. we did attempt to carry out a spanking but location for our chosen al fresco event was not found although we spent time driving through many narrow muddy lanes. (not for the last time either).

then there is another. we have discussed the subject on and off for months. He has done this before and has done research into the subject. He has books which he has offered to lend me during the time I was thinking of being my Dark Master's slave. He also has a store of implements which could be used. this other is not a lover of mine. We have discussed the possibilities of him being my initiator.

worry

2007-06-08T21:45:00.001+01:00

I worry so much. I can’t believe this is happening. Normally I meet a new man we have a drink a chat. If the chemistry is right we kiss, touch maybe more. We usually send a text after to say thank you to each other. If it’s right we will meet again. It may be days or even weeks before we speak again on msn or by text. That’s ok we both know that if we don’t see each other again it wont matter but if we do it will be great. We get in contact when we want to see each other.

But now it’s different, we met, we kissed, we met again, we kissed some more, we touched. We met again, we kissed a lot we touched a lot. We did everything but fucked. He went away, I missed him straight away. We have not talked much since. I panic if we have no contact. This is not like me.

I worry that I am pestering him, I worry that he won’t want me, I worry that I am scaring him away. I worry about being too forward. I worry I am putting pressure on him. I worry that if we don’t speak he will forget about me. I worry that he is waiting for me to make the first move. I worry that he wants to be the one that makes the first move. I worry that I am worrying so much.

I worry that he wants me for my sexuality alone, I worry that my sexuality wont be good enough when put to the test. I worry that I am not funny enough. I worry that I am too serious, I worry about not taking things serious enough. I worry that I am treading on some one else’s toes. I worry that he doesn’t mind me seeing anyone else. I worry that if I do he won’t like it anymore. I worry that I am turned on by the thought of mmf or mff with him. I worry that I would be too jealous.

I worry that I find him so sexy. I worry that after all this time I am not sexy enough for him. I worry that I am too sexy for him to enjoy the rest of me. I worry that we will lose the friendship we had. I just worry

scared

2007-06-07T02:36:00.000+01:00

I like you very much
you are kind, funny, caring and very sexy
you make me feel good
I miss talking to you
I dont mean a text here and there
I mean really talking like we did before

You gave me pleasure
you made me feel better with your own brand of TLC
we are planning to be together in just a few hours
yet I am scared
scared that you wont be able to see me
scared that you will
scared something will go wrong

I have wanted this so much
I have longed to see you
I have yearned for you kisses
I need your touch
I need to taste you
I need your arms around me

do you still want me
will you still want me
will our time together be how we want
will we have enough time
suddenly I am scared
scared of wanting you

update
I'm still scared of seeing you though I want to so much, I wake up feeling unwell, nerves maybe.
my son is poorly, i'm in two minds. do I let him stay home and put you off or do I make him go to school so I can have you.
you take the decision out of my hands.

Hiya I am not going to make it as something new now cropped up x so sorry x

no worries, I was about to tell you that my youngest is home ill.

lol is that not typical for us both x was so looking forward to licking u out the feel of your mouth around my cock and finally entering you and having you come over me x

mmmmm now you got me going! I was looking forward to making a meal of you xxxx

desire in my belly

2007-06-04T01:41:00.000+01:00

Dear sweet Lady Fiona
I also was filled with lust and desire in my belly as I went to sleep last night, thinking of all the most awful sexual things we could enjoy together and waiting your words. You have no need for apology for chastisement will come to you whether you have wronged me or not. That is the dastardly thing. You might never know if you please me or not and therefore be on the edge of expectant humiliation at a moments notice for being just you. You have indeed pleased me by regaling your misbehavior with another stranger lustful for your wanton charms. He shows good taste and I hope he was appreciative of your excellent sluttish skills. I should have liked, very much, to have spied upon you performing felatial acts upon his cock and have you know, but in his ignorance, that you new me to be watching you. It would have been a devine sight to witness you sit upon his cock and enjoy his penetration of your cunt by your very own doing. It would please me vastly to have you tie me down and make use of me for your own pleasure and to have you bring yourself to an ejaculatory conclusion gushing you cum all over me. Oh how my maiden arouses such gross delights within my minds eye. My Lady pleases me further with her vulgarity of words and would that I could have seen you lay upon your bed exposing your delightful cunt. When we meet again perhaps you could refer to your maidenhead with such base terminology, because to hear the word cunt come from your mouth would be vulgar and rude to the point of arousing me further than you already do. To have you recline so provocatively for me would be delicious joy as often it is not what is revealed as much as what is not and that that isn't hinted at or glimpsed in a teasing manner. I should like to see you provoke me thus one day so that you can witness my response by way of standing more and more erect for your imagination. I know that you are mine to do my bidding, but if it does not offend your sensibilities too much, I should one day, like my good sweet lady, to render me naked at your own hand so as to enable you to look upon my body and feast upon it as I so long to feast on yours. I should like to switch with you and become your very own slut and have you demand of me things you like to see or have done to you. If I were to give you such an opportunity what shape of opportunitywould you make it my Lady? Tell me all, my lovely or be honest if there is not a dominant cell in your body and that all you wish is to serve? I wish, my Lady, that I had the courage to allow you the joy of exhibiting your sexual appreciation in me for any who may wish to view as they pass by, for I should like to see the joy on your pretty face as you indulge in canal acts with me in public. Sadly, I am a wimp in this unless it were by arrangement with another couple, woman or man. Who knows we may meet friends with mutual vulgar taste some day. It thrills me to know your memories stay well entrenched of the our last meeting and I am pleased that you now know they are memories that will remain with me for a very long time. I so long to have you repeat your soft kiss with your lovely lips covered in my spent lust for you and your open mouth pressed to mine delivering my very own spunk to it. Such filth is devine Fiona, my love slut and there is more dexterity I wish to show you with my tongue on each of your other orifices especially upon your relaxed, welcoming and beautiful anus For now my sweet vulgar heart, I leave you with reluctance for things I must do in commerce.
Fair-the-well my beautiful damsel, my heavenly cunt, my perfect slut my sexual soul-mate
Sir Thomas :-x :-x :-x :-x :-x :-x

Morning Glory

2007-06-03T02:25:00.000+01:00

Something wakes me, I get up and go to the bathroom, when I come back my phone is beeping to alert me that I have a text waiting to be read. I check the time 5.45am I open my phone I am excited.

6.30am ok?

I will be there

Quickly back to the bathroom for a quick wash no time for shower yet. Put on the brown skirt and top I had laid out last night just in case. With cream lace bra and panties underneath. Creep out of the house trying not to awaken the kids. Lock the door behind me and run to my car as quietly as I can in my haste. I don’t want to waste a single moment. Soon I am on the motorway with the sun in my mirror as I speed along. I have checked my map over and over to make sure I know where I am going. I pull off the motorway onto the smaller road, I know these roads most of the way, soon I find the turning it isn’t long before I find the car park. There is a car already parked I pull up next to it, the driver grins and gets out he comes round to my door. Before I can get out of my seat he is crouching beside me, he pulls my face towards him and plants a gentle kiss upon my hungry lips. He smells of soap and toothpaste, mmmm I love these scents that smack of cleanliness. He helps me from my car, once I have locked the door he takes my hand leading me through the trees to a group of holly bushes about 60 or 70 meters from the path. We circle the bushes to where there is a gap wide enough for us to pass with out getting caught up on the prickles. To my astonishment there is a space about 10 foot across and laid upon the ground is a thick blanket and some cushions there is a bag next to the blanket.

I turn to my companion he has a great big grin on his face.

I thought you would be pleased

I reach up to put my arms around his neck drawing him to me for a big kiss. We sink to our knees still kissing, his hands are inside my top drawing it up over my head exposing my lightly tanned breasts as they spill out of my lace bra. Before I can think about it he has flicked the clasp releasing my breasts from their fragile cups. Stooping he takes both breasts in his hands bringing his lips to first one nipple then the other as I lean back giving him maximum access to his prize. I feel the dampness I had experienced during my drive of anticipation of this moment increasing. I know with certainty that when his fingers begin to explore my panties he will find them already wet. I don’t have long to wait, he starts to explore inside my skirt pulling my panties to one side dipping a finger into my wetness he withdraws offering his finger to my lips. As I lick his finger he kisses me with his wet finger between our lips as we share my juice. My hands are now exploring his body as I pull at his t-shirt then his belt. He shifts his position to allow me to undo his belt then his jeans. On this occasion he has dared to go commando. He draws me back onto my feet as he slips out of his jeans and helps me out of my skirt and panties. We are both naked with just the breeze and the sun upon our flesh. This feels incredible and my excitement mounts. He pushes me to the ground placing a cushion under my buttocks raising my hips towards his advancing face. He buries his face between my thighs, I feel a finger inside me as his tongue begins to work on my clit, first licking then sucking. I just love the way he does this. I get carried away on waves of pleasure as I grab hold of his free hand. My other hand holding onto the thick woollen blanket bunching the material in my fist. I can’t help myself I am moaning with pleasure. Somewhere at the edge of my mind I am aware of rustling in the bushes and birdsong in the trees. An eternity of pleasure and he emerges from my thighs, its his turn now I push him onto his back as I crawl between his legs taking hold of his hard cock, I begin to lick his balls then move up to his shaft licking the entire length several times, taking my time when I reach his swollen head lapping up every trace of precum.

When I am sure he has had as much teasing as he can take for the moment I take his head into my mouth, just a little way at first then deeper until I almost gag he is so deep inside my throat. I enjoy this so much I lose all track of time. I have no idea how long I devote my attention to this beautiful and tasty cock before he pulls me off him telling me this is so intense he needs me to stop. I crawl back up his body as he fumbles in his bag for a condom. Once this is in place I climb on top of him impaling my body on his shaft. Leaning back as far as I can I ride him as he inserts his thumb into my labia. He rubs my clit making me moan loudly as I cum washing his balls with copious amounts of my juice. Now we are both moaning as we lock eyes gazing at each other, watching our expressions change as we ride out our journey to heaven together. I cannot hold this position for too long my legs are not strong enough for me to keep going. I collapse on my lover as he rolls me over onto my back pulling my legs up into the air so that he has one foot on either side of his head. He pumps inside me I am lost in oblivion with just the sounds of his balls slapping against my buttocks, my moans and his panting. Oh god help me I want to burst, this is what it has all been about, this pleasure, this man who knows me so well. Please don’t stop let this be how it will be for us. I want these feelings to go on for ever yet I don’t think I can take much more. Do I want him to stop or keep going, my body doesn’t know, my mind doesn’t know. My body is screaming

’stop now, don’t stop, keep going, no I can’t take it, I don’t want this to end’

My mind is just so confused it goes blank letting the pleasure wash over me. Then he has stopped he is pulling away from me. I am alert now, why has he stopped I need him inside me again please!!! But he has other ideas. The condom is discarded as he climbs over me he places his cock over my face as he buries his face back between my thighs. Wow Its been ages since I did this, I pull his cock down into my throat as I feel him lapping up my juice I explore him with my tongue trying to swallow him as deep as I can I love the feel of his cock jerking in my mouth as I fondle his balls. Then he gives a couple of hard jerks and I feel the first spurt as he cums in my mouth. This is followed by several more spurts of hot liquid as he fills my mouth. Some I swallow the rest I savour waiting until he has climbed off me offering his lips for a kiss as I share the rest of his cum with him. This is the first time he has done this, I can see by his face that he loves it. We collapse into each other’s arms as we murmur how good this has been and we must do this again soon. After a short rest he reaches into his bag for some wipes so we can clean up then he pulls out his clean clothes. Silently we both dress, me in the brown skirt and top which I can see he admires. He in his black trousers, blue shirt and tie. I run my brush through my hair. We are both ready to start our day. He in his office me back in my place of domesticity. We kiss passionately before making our way back to our cars. There are other cars here now and there are dogs barking in the distance. A man passing us gives us a knowing wink. One final embrace as we reach the cars then off to our separate lives. Both with a secret smile on our lips and a twinkle in our eyes. We will talk later, but its good bye for now.

swinging

2007-06-01T01:49:00.000+01:00

Originally I began this blog to tell of my adventures as part of a couple in our search for fun with others. Last week I spoke to my partner (we have not had much contact in the last few months as he has been very elusive). We both agreed that we were happy to have a break from it for a while. I am not sure whether or not I still want to continue these adventures. Not because I don't enjoy them but because I have decided to cut down on the number of lovers I see. I have decided that NSA is no longer what I want. SL told me that he was having a break as the whole thing was getting very samey. The only thing that was very samey was the difficulty in arranging a time and place when everyone could make it.

Today I learnt that he is still playing and has now teamed up with a younger woman, someone we had talked to about joining us in a 3some and perhaps in a 4some with another man. I feel hurt and betrayed, I don't mind that he has done this or that he has teamed up with her. What hurts is that he couldn't be honest with me and tell me himself. I had to hear it from someone else, someone he had approached to have a foursome with mentionng that he used to be my partner but is now with this other lady.

I have now met someone who I like very much and I hope that this will develope into something more. Our original contact many months ago was through my partnership with SL. This man was part of a couple but they had split up. I told him today what has happened with SL. we are now discussing the possibility of the two of swinging together. But first we have to see how well things work out for the two of us. This is something I will have to think long and hard about. whilst I feel I still have not fully explored that side of my sexuality and the idea still arouses me,
I am not sure if I would be able to play in a group situation with a partner who I care about. I am not sure how I would feel about this man who I like so much having sex with another woman in front of me, even with SL I felt a tinge of jealousy even though I was having sex with her husband.

memories

2007-05-30T23:06:00.000+01:00

my dearest Lord Thomas
I hereby give to you my humble apologies for not sending forth my words for your eyes to devour. It has been a rather odd but pleasant day. I have spent many moments along the hours considering my reply to my lord. My mind being full with all kinds of thoughts and feelings towards the variety of personages with whom I had communicated during the day that has been the anniversary of my birth. Each time that I have put my mind to the words I wish to convey my mind has become so full of memories of the time we have spent together in the pursuit of our joint pleasure that I have had difficulty in arranging my thoughts into any semblance of order. I just know that as I write so the words will come to me just as I came for you on that last occasion we came together. I remember all too well that day. I had hurried to prepare myself for my master in nothing but stockings and a button through gown although floor length split to the waist almost on either side. The pleasure I felt when I set eyes upon my master and his lovely smile. The taste of your lips as we kissed. The feel of your hands upon my exposed flesh. With the added thrill of knowing that I was exposing myself not only for my lord and master but also for other local personnages who happened to pass your vehicle during the time I was endeavouring to give my master pleasure. Pleasure which I gave my master through the use of my hands and mouth upon your own tool but also the pleasure gained by us both as you used your own dexterity to bring my own body to the gushing waves of ejaculation that only a woman can achieve. The wonderment on your face as I kissed your soft lips while passing on to you a sample of your own fluid gained orally from your delicious hard sword. I believe that it will be a very long time before these memories fade from my mind. the pure pleasure of knowing that I had served my master well can only heighten my own pleasure from the experience itself. the certain knowledge that my lord doth still harbour thoughts of those moments does in itself bring great pleasure to your own wanton slut. this slut who craves to repeat her ministrations upon yourself.your lady slut would be more than pleased to find herself again in the company of such a gentle yet sexually arousing master as yourself. to continue not only these words of wishes and desires but the fulfilling of those desires and circumstances so described.> My master wishes to be regailled with tales of my adventures most particularly alfresco sorties in venues of natural beauty. The incidence referred to being located alongside the road to london which houses a shop guarded constantly by motionless hounds close to a set of traffic lights. Having met my partner we wandered hand in hand through the steep wooded paths in search of a suitable place to stop. Having found a stopping place which was not very satifactory but our urges over powering the need for comfort we soon had our hands upon each others bodies over and inside our clothing as out tongues tangoed within our joined lips. our embrace disturbed by shouts from passing teens as they careered down the slope at a distance from us we proceeded to a nearby fallen tree upon which he sat while your lady slut sank to her knees and took pleasure fromsucking his manhood into her mouth. your wanton whore then removed her under garment as she hitched up her skirt and proceeded to sit on her partner's lap impaling herself upon his stiff rod. However the thrusting of our mating was short lived due to the precariousness of our position. We then straightened our garments and made our way back to where we had left our respective carriages. I must now go to my bed alone reminding myself of my desires to serve my good lord. As while I was sat upon my bed earlier contemplating how I could best please my lord with my words I had lain back across my bed with my left foot still upon the wooden floor boards whilst my right foot rested upon the corner of my bed causing my white cotton skirt to fall down the angle of my thigh exposing my cunt for anyone who should enter the room, as I lay there imagining that it was not only my thoughts that were being invade by my sweet lustful lord. I must now press the send button to make sure that these words are waiting for my lord when he arises in but a short time from now. I look forward to discovering whether your lady has satisfied her lord with his hunger for her words.
with lust and desire in my belly I shall bid you good night

turning 45

2007-05-27T11:16:00.000+01:00

My dearest Thomas
you have no idea what lovely birthday present that was to read your words so early in my day. I have been feeling a little unloved recently but your words have reaffirmed the feelings I had for what we have exerienced. The intensity of sensations not only when we have been together, but the sensations evoked by reading your words.
I shall give a more in depth reply to your lovely words later in the day when I have more time. But for now please be assured that your thoughts are mirrored in me.
for now my thoughts will be with you and how I can adequately respond to your eloquent words
your own Lady Fiona :-) xx

My dear Fiona
A birthday,today? Happy birthday and may you have many more at least as erotic and loving as this one. I wish that I could do rude and lovely things to you on such a day incelebration of beautiful and lovely sexual maturity. Bless you
Thomas :-x

Thomas
yes I am afraid I have reached the mature age of 45 today although I dont feel a day over 25. Thank you for your wishes (all of them )Xxxx
Fiona

Fiona

45 is the new 25 so all makes sense to me, mind you

I bet you weren't as naughty at 25 as you are now? Are you partying to night?

I await you naughtiness in your own words

Kisses

Thomas

I am possessed by you

2007-05-25T11:05:00.000+01:00

Fiona my sweet Lady

I am once again possessed by you. Or am I possessed by my thoughts of how I want you to be?

Many times each day I look to my mail in search of that part of you which thrills me. The part of you that desires to subjugate your sexuality to the will of another and I thank the heavens that I am blessed with this gift to me it is me. Like a handkerchief tossed down to make brave her knight that he might joust for her hand.

I live on the memory of the joy you gave me when you revealed your ample body to me. The image of your seductive folds of flesh are seared into my minds eye with your bountiful pendulous breasts and your elegant feminine fingers displaying your beautiful vagina to me. I have it locked into my mind, the swathes of dark hair concealing your wetting lips. The kiss of your mouth upon mine all encompassing in its sensuality.

Having you fulfill my desire for you to take my sword that soft gentle mouth was an exquisite pleasure to watch and the sensation of you working it up to a state of explosive satisfaction filled me with the desire to slip it into your soft receptive bottom.

The delicious naughtiness of being in your mouth and the skill at which you pleasured me was heaven itself and the thrill to see on your pretty face that it gave you was sublime.

I would have so loved you to have straddled me in the car and lowered your tight vulgar hole onto me so that I could have held you in my arms and pressed your ample bosom into my own naked chest as you fucked yourself upon my manhood. I should have liked two cocks so as to be inside you doubly.

To have you ejaculate me into your mouth sucking every spasm from me and then pressing your tender lips to mine to deliver my very own lust for you into my mouth was a devine sordidness that I shall never forget and one that I so wish to repeat some day with you.

Fiona, my Lady love, I crave your words and hope that nothing befalls you that should keep you from continuing to be my depraved slut.

Tell me of your recent alfresco meeting near me. I would gladly devour your descriptive words and know of the joy it gave you to meet this lover. I am not a jealous knight and would willingly give to another if you so desired the promiscuity and maybe the audience.

Talk to me, I wish to hear vulgar words flow from you mind onto the page. Would that I could hear them directly too.

Your fallen Knight Sir Thomas demands you depravity :-x

PS: I trust your maternal parent is mending well. I wonder, has she any idea of your beautiful sexuality?

How utterly beautiful

2007-05-24T12:04:00.000+01:00

My dearest Lady
It pleases me no end to find your depravity once again awakened by my lusting for your ample curves and vulgar sexuality, and I am glad that you have recently indulged your sexuality alfresco close by where I live. If only I had known I could have spied upon you in you moment of greed and lusting with this stranger and taken photographs of your enjoyment in him and his in you. It would have been perfect for him to have left you there and blissful vulgarity for me to have come to you and taken my pleasure in you with his spunk dribbling from your vagina and down your thighs. I should have liked the spent satiated slippery wet slackness of your cunt filled with yours and his cum juices as I filled you more with my own............. It also pleases me to find you disposed to the comfort of others who stumble upon your naked tethered body your honour defenceless against their will, for I know of some who pass by that very spot and would no doubt find you irresistible. One I know, a man of the cloth who's wife should have remained a spinster for all the conjugal comfort she give him between the sheets. He passes near by daily and I shall tell him of the opportunity to have some relief from a woman of easy virtue. He will arrive and whisper in your ear in soft tones of comfort that only a clergyman can. He will kiss you, holding your face in his hands with the fatherliness and compassion that only a man of the cloth could give, for I shall tell him how inviting and passionately soft your mouth is to conjoin with ones own and how much enjoyment you gain from it. He is a decent man, but a hungry man for having been made celibate for so many years by his dry shriveled wife, he will be hungry and passionate for you. He will no doubt ask Gods forgiveness as he releases his manhood from his dark somber trousers and parting your ample cheeks will push you forward to allow his rampant cock access to your dark curly covered maidenhead. With the gentility of his nature you will feel him slide his cock hesitantly and gently into you, but no having had sight of him you no not what to expect, but soon you realise he is a gentle giant as you feel him slide endlessly inside you until nudging your cervix and know he has more to give you. You want this man your passion grows as you desire to provide him thesatisfaction his wife denies him. She must be a petite woman unable and frightened to take his splendid girth and length and you understand her celibacy as he fills you stretching your limits, but oh so blissfully you think. As he takes on a momentum of uncharacteristic lust you find yourself drifting in and out of consciousness with the pleasure of being so utterly full filled. He calls you his child and blesses you for your good nature and forgives you your lust for his already spoken for manhood. And you tell him how complete you feel to have so good a man inside you and wish for him to spill his seed deep within you. And with that he finds he can contain himself no more and pulling you tightly onto his enormous cock he shouts,

"OH G O D H O W U T T E R L Y BEAUTIFUL YOU ARE FIONA." "H O W P E R F E C T I T I S T O S P I L M Y L U S T I N S I D E Y O U A F T E R S O M A N Y Y E A R S."

You look into the trees and spot me close by watching you being taken by this lovely gentle but firm man. It thrills you to know I'm watching you, We smile at one another and I blow you a long and longing kiss as his spunk gushes unlike any you have felt before, like a newly dug bore hole releasing its first constrained gushing. You feel the force of each ejaculation so strongly that you can contain your self no longer and join him in your complete and ecstatic pleasure as wave after orgasmic wave rips through your body as you press you backside into his thrusting groin and still more of him erupts into you filling you so full you can contain it no longer and let it gush from within you down your thighs and to your ankles. He makes himself decent and kisses you passionately and blesses you for your service and hopes to pass by one day again. As he goes I come to you and we kiss with a passion so strong I feel I might burst from my adoration of you complete and utter sordid depravity........... I adore you I tell you and my lust rises for you and it all begins again but with the holy man's satiated lust within you. My lady, I shall tell others of your whereabouts in the hope they might find you, as I do, irresistible to abuse and self gratification .....................

As ever your champion knight Thomas :-x

Perhaps we should meet again and you can once again demonstrate you complete obedience and utter vulgarity to me? Tell me how you might wish to debase yourself to me that I might adore you more.

Restrained

2007-05-22T13:41:00.000+01:00

My Dearest Thomas,
It fills me with pleasure to know that all is not lost for you and yours. I have thought of you from time to time in recent months and wondered if we would ever be able to take our fantasy any further. Over the months since last we communicated I have done a few days work here and there but as the system does nothing to help us help ourselves I find myself worse off by trying to better my situation. I have been running a round after my maternal parent whilst she recovers from her knee replacement operation but as she is now getting back onto her feet as it were I am finding I have more time to myself again.
My Lord Tarnished knight would it please you to know that only as recently as last week I did partake of sexual pleasure alfresco at a well know beauty spot nearer to you than myself.
The image I now have in my mind etched by your very words of debauchery have awakened my desire to become again your very own Lady slut. The image of you taking your pleasure from my body as I am restrained and helpless with nothing but the cool air upon my flesh brings me to a state of delicious excitement and anticipation. The memory of your twinkling eyes as you gaze upon my ample flesh brings a jolt to the very heart of my body. the anticipation of your touch and that of the twig with which you would strike my ivory cheeks brings a slight colour to my cheeks as I realise the extent to which I am exposed to you and all others who might stumble across my predicament. I thank you for being the first to find me in such a vulnerable situation. Now that you have shown me the error in my ways and dealt me such punishment as you felt right and just. before showing me how much passion I bring out in my lord for the feel of our bodies as they are joined in such lust as we now know is possible between us.
Now that my lord has given me the juice of his lust for my ample curves, I find that my mind and body are more disposed to the comfort and pleasure of all others who may pass by my tethered being, to be used and abused in which ever manner is thought fitting by those who have a delight in my womanly shape. Until eventually I am released from my captivity by who ever has the will to do so whether for my benefit in allowing me my freedom once again or their own conscience.
It is my Lord my sincere hope that you may wish to revist your vulgar whore with the idea of mutual satisfaction
your only lady Slut Fiona

experiment

2007-05-20T17:07:00.000+01:00

I have decided that I am going to experiment with opening up my blog again.

I don't believe I have written anything on here that can be used against me.

There may be some things that not everyone likes but this is after all my blog, my feelings.

anyone who does not like what I write does not have to read it.

However if I do have any further problems I shall return my blog to being invite only.

Thomas and Fiona

2007-05-20T16:36:00.000+01:00

After our last meeting several months ago my story between myself and my Knight came to an abrupt end. This was not of our choosing but circumstances which dictated that it must be so, a least for a time.

At Easter I sent my knight a brief email offering him my best wishes for the Easter period. Little did I know that this would open the flood gates for our renewed communication.

These emails although to a degree are in the same vein as our previous one there are sutle differences. These new emails were also suplemented by hours of MSN chat which was not the case in the previous months.

As these new email are not quite the same a before I am now calling these the Thomas and Fiona story.

here is part one

Hello Fiona
A happy Easter to you too my Lady.

Not quite out of the woods yet, but getting there and very, very busy.

Talking of woods, I imagined finding you recently, completely naked but for a pair of heels and hold-ups, hugging a tree with your wrists tied around it. Far from being gallant and setting you free, I pulled your head back by the hair and kissed you with greed and relish, passionately sucking at your lips and coaxing your tongue into my mouth knowing you to be helpless to fight me off ......................... We kissed for ages and I pressed my body to yours and you felt my manhood rise with manly lust .................. I parted your legs and knelt down behind you, spread your cheeks and licked your tight little bum .......................... you squirmed in response to my vulgarity and when I slipped my tongue into your darkness I heard you moan. "What a disgusting filthy slut you are!" and broke a thin stick from a tree and swiped your ample soft cheeks with it ...... not once, not twice , but several times ........ you lost count as the stinging sensations swelled over you ample buttocks and the joy of chastisement rippled through your body..................... I knelt down once again and kissed your red welts, then parting your cheeks once again proceeded to tongue fuck your dark hole with such ease as your relaxed muscles welcomed me into you ................... I spread you further and sitting on the grass between your ample soft thighs, my head backed to the tree, I pulled you maidenhead to my mouth and licked your slit salaciously from top to toe. .................... As my tongue slid over your love button you were unable to control yourself and like Niagara Falls an involuntary cascade of juices squirted from your cunt drenching my face and shirt, filling my mouth as you screamed with pleasure at the touch, your whole body in spasms of joy....... wave after wave of ecstasy as you screamed into the warm spring air your lustful pleasure at my invading tongue..................... My mouth filled with the juice from your cunt, I stood beside you again and pulling your head back again, I pressed my mouth to yours and you tasted your sex as I dribbled your lustful cum into your mouth and over you lips and chin and as your cum juice and our saliva mixed making slippery our passion I took some of it and spread it over your tight arse hole and slipped up your bum with welcome ease and fucked you slowly sensually with such intense passion for your disgusting depraved womanly sexuality ......................... then feeling you cum once again and the wet sensations flooding down your thighs was enough to make my heavy balls tighten and my spunk well up to the head of my cock with such force it shot deep up into your rectum only to slide back over my invading rod so we could both feel the new slippery sensation of it as I squeezed out the last drop of pleasure from my spent lust for your total wanton vulgarity ......... Making myself presentable once again, I whispered into your ear, "Thank you, you heavenly whore, I'll leave you here until I feel I want to abuse you once again." and vanished as quickly as I had appeared to you and leaving you once again at the mercy of whoever next might come by and have their lust ignited by your predicament .................... Until the next time my Lady I remain your dastardly knight Thomas :-x

Waynes way

2007-05-17T12:02:00.000+01:00

got this from Wayne
Have a go, and let me know
1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Friend of my parents
2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Not sure although I have wanted to cry recently when I was feeling really ill.
3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Nope but some others do
4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? Tuna
5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Four boys
6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? Yes but I would probably want to give me a shake sometimes
7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? Me !! never!!
8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? yes
9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? unlikely
10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Crunchy Nut
11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? No laces on my shoes lol
12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? Somedays more than others
13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? Vanilla (you can add anything to it)
14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Smile/eyes
15. RED OR PINK? Now come on!! I like pink but it has to be RED!
16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? My stomach
17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? No one person but lots of different things about different people
18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? would be nice!
19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Cream, Red of course!
20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? Mini shreddies
21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? Gwen stefani
22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Red
23. FAVORITE SMELLS? Fresh laundry, vanilla
24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? A switchboard girl
25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? Yeah!
27. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? None at the moment
28. HAIR COLOR? Dark brown going grey
29. EYE COLOR? hazel
30. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? no
31. FAVORITE FOOD? Italian
32. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Happy endings
33. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Final destination 3
34. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING yellow t-shirt
35. SUMMER OR WINTER? summer
36. HUGS OR KISSES? kisses
37. FAVORITE DESSERT? Fruit pavlova and cream
38. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Who knows
39. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND I wont know
40. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING? London,
41. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? The mouse
42. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT? nothing
43. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SOUND? music
44. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Beatles
45. WHAT IS THE FURTHEREST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? Lapland took my baby for the day xmas before last
46. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? talking
47. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Chelmsford
48. WHO'S ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK? ALL .

The Verdict

2007-05-15T13:19:00.000+01:00

My dear good Lady
Indeed your subservience was true and obedient, but above all most pleasurable to me. The sight of my good Lady so fallen as you were to disrobed with such aplomb was one of much enjoyment. To see you lovely face as you revealed your curvaceousness and hirsute maidenhood a joy to behold. I should have liked your soft black curls to have been longer, but another time perhaps. To feel the glorious sensations provoked by the tenderness of your kisses upon my sword were devine that only a slut would know how to perform such deeds and you performed them with such skill as to send me into a state of semi consciousness at the moment of my ultimate of pleasures. Never have I felt such intensity as when your dutiful mouth took me to so many uncontrollable eruptions. They were all intense and joyous moments each and every one as you made me spill my lust for you into your giving dutiful mouth and to take it all and share for the first time with your Lord in kisses so vulgar was an obedience you master praises. I would have liked to have spent more time with my lady and to have abused her more but her expertise in honouring her master was so intense it rendered me incapable of continuing and besides, darkness fell sudden upon us. But it was with great excitement to know your Lord was able to bring you to a place where you were able to have him experience your own pleasure not once not twice by way of your own ejaculation for the very first of such experiences from a woman. I should like to have witnessed the sight of that not just the feel. And My Lady was exquisitely vulgar in allowing me the rudeness of digital invasion of your most vulgar space. So divinely sluttish that I wished that it were my sword that invaded you there. I fear my good vulgar Lady that I let you down from the hope you may have had for continuance, but rest assured if you were not as good as you were in honouring you master so, he might have been more disposed to have treated you more dishonourably. Our next tryst my good Lady will be a while yet, as duties in my castle tie me down and opportunity is not forth coming. But at some stage I shall inform you of your next subservient duty to perform or have performed upon you. For now my Good Lady be sure your duty was well done and well received and well relived. Your master Sir ***** :-x

The day arrives

2007-05-10T11:38:00.000+01:00

I have awoken with the knowledge that today is the day when I shall meet with my master, my lord who is my knight of Tarnished Armour. he who does make me his very own slut with the very words he does send to me. I have plenty of time for preparing myself for our tryst. Damn !!! I have just been informed that mother's taxi service will be required to get son #2 to his football match at 13.30hrs the otherside of the neighbouring city. that means that I must rush out to purchase the food that will be required for packed lunches tomorrow, there wont be another opportunity to do this. The Supermarket is busy, my phone keeps bleeping with messages I hardly have time to think let alone have a chat. finally I'm home with my groceries, quickly putting everything away I discover that with 5 minutes before we need to leave son #2 is just getting into the shower grrrr. I grab a sandwich......speed down the motorway only to get stuck in traffic once we leave the motorway. Finally I drop him off with 5 minutes to spare before kick off (hes the goal keeper). Having arrived home son #1 who wants to borrow my car later needs a lift to a friend's where they are working on project. OK if we go now I will have time to grab a shower and prepare myself for my meeting with my Knight. I have gone a mile towards home and my mobile rings it is #1 son again hes forgotten to bring what he needed for the project can I fetch it and bring to him. Grrrrr. Very reluctant I do this (I want him on side later).Home again, right now to get ready run the shower and begin to think about what will happen in less than an hour. Bleep its my phone again...this time its my knight just checking where we are meeting. I tell him I am running about 10 minutes late for our tryst. We both agree that we are getting excited but also scared.omg my nails they are still adorned by chipped purple varnish, quick remove this and paint thin layer of scarlet before I set off. As I pull into the lane where we are meeting there are many cars in the car park but I dont see his. I drive past the majority of parked vehicles and park a little apart from them. I see a car reversing from a space lower down and watch as it pulls up next to mine and I see with relief that it is indeed my knight for whom I am about to show my subservience in all that he wishes. I am now glad for my hectic activity earlier as I didnt have time to worry that I might in some way fail in my duties as slut to my master.He opens the passenger door and I slide in beside my master resplendant before my gaze. I smile and feel instantly at ease within his company. We have shared so much and yet so very little. I have on a full length button through gown with slits up the sides that reach above the top of my playboy motiff adorned dense black hold up stockings. As requested I am naked of all else under this gown. We have not gone far along the lane before my lord pulls into the side of the lane as I reveal for him all my curves. to watch his delight as my pendulous breasts are unwrapped for his gaze and his fingers reach out to trace the outlines and rub my nipple is devine. however this does not prepare me for the shock that runs through me as my Lord takes my nipple between his lips to suck and nibble with tiny little bites mmmmm already I am getting wet. my master wishes to gaze upon my cunt and marvels at the sight of dark hair surrounding my womanly being. He likes hairy pussies and also hairy underarms, I lift my arm to reveal the whisps of hair that are growing there after many years of shaving. My Lord expresses his wish to see more once my growth has completed. I finger my cunt as instructed, I will obey my master to the letter, after a while working my fingures inside my clit while my master watches I raise my hand to his face and caress the soft skin of his cheek before my hand moves down to his parted lips, sliding first one then another of my wet fingures inside his hot soft mouth for him to taste me. mmmm he likes this and while hes continuing to fondle my breasts I work at the belt of his trousers to bring his sword in to the daylight. A car passes and briefly a pull my gown a little closer about me but not fully covering myself, I want the driver to catch a glimpse of my flesh. My hungry mouth takes my lord's sword within its depths caressing and sucking, licking and nibbling, My lord utters my name in his delight, It sounds so strange to hear my name in this situation, this is not the name most people know me by but my own given name. To hear my name spoken as his hands are buried in my hair holding me over his quivering manhood makes me feel wetter still especially when he informs me of more traffic coming toward us, a 4x4 and a man on a bicycle. I want these people to see how much this slut wants to please her Lord without shame. Still my head is buried in my lord's lap as he pulls my gown over my buttocks and slaps my bare flesh. yes that is good do it again, he does again and again with each slap stinging my flesh, has he marked my white flesh with red hand prints ...surely he has the slaps are getting harder and oh yes I am sooo wet now. he moves his hand under me to finger my woman’s sword. He loves the wetness and marvels as I cum upon his fingers, which then move back up my ass to insert his finger into my most secret of places. We are both so turned on now I can feel him bucking and thrusting into my mouth allowing me to feel his erection as it swells and jumps, his finger still in my ass and his other hand caressing my clit first I cum again very quickly followed by my Lord. He shoots his seed into me with enthusiasm that seems to be never ending. I have always swallowed before but this time must not be greedy and have to disciple myself to hold his seed ready to share, which I do when he has calmed enough for us to kiss lustily. his throat burns as his own fluid is consumed by my Lord. I love the taste of him as it lingers in my mouth. We hold each other as he rests back against his seat, his passions have rendered him breathless and spent. By now it is fully dark and the intensity of our shared experience is such that my Lord feels he must return me to my car and take himself back to his home to rest and relive the experience. Mmmmm I have returned to my abode and rush to my room where I change into more everyday clothes. Quickly I email my lord telling him that I can still taste him and have no wish to flush away the taste of my Lord prematurely. I must wait now to hear from my Lord for news of when we may continue our fantasies.I loved having you within my mouth and bringing about such a rich ejaculation but next time my lord after we have fully carried out my chastisement of which today was a mere practice. I beg you my lord take me as you want. this slut who belongs to you in mind and body wants your sword not only in her mouth but enter into my cunt show me how much you adore your own true slut, fill me with your manhood that I may know I am yours. when the time is right I beg you to enter my ass with your finger first but later with your sword. let me be your whore your slut, let me show you how vulgar I can be in giving pleasure to my Lord my master. Let me give your armour a polish of my own brand of tarnish. Cum with me Lord be filthy with me, let your imagined pleasure become real for us both. Until next time my Lord........

setting a time

2007-05-06T20:07:00.000+01:00

My angel, my pure sweet lust slut At last I hear you once again. I adore your every passionate vulgar thought, I would that I could live in your mind and wallow in its carnal imaginings, so that I might drown in the juice of your sex at the very moment of your most profound pleasure, and at such intensity of passion I would so desire to hear your voice utter for my longing ears your soulful pleas for more or less in vulgar music to my ears. I would eat the beauty off your face as I watch your soft features fade into the abyss of pure pleasure and in so seeing you thus would cause my sword to erupt into you a force so strong as to feel it deep inside you welling you full to the brim with the product of my joy in your beautiful promiscuity and my lusting to do for you all that such sordid perfection of mind and body should so deserve. You cannot know my dear sweet Lady what pleasure it gives me to imagine and what perfect event would result in your soft elegant painted fingers around my sword, polishing sensually with a tenderness that its praise of such a profound touch shared with the wondrous sensation of petal soft red lips about its point in order to promote such a serge of juices as to render it ejaculate into your sweet mouth and across you lips and over your fingers in completeness in its joy of you. Kiss me now my dear sweet Lady. With all our lustful passions in one another I fear , for what if the reality of me falls short of my words and your imaginings my good sweet dirty Lady? I shall be distraught from my failings not to please you utterly and completely and more. I can see that delivering to the ample soft cheeks of your bottom it would not be possible to fail you in your erotic beating and I would wish that you witness me erect in my own delight of its eroticism as I lay you across my thigh with the perfect vision of the nakedness of that blissful part of you, but from that moment I am met in my mind with demons lest I should be more creative in my mind than in the real world. I beg of you my adorable slut work on me that I might be your perfection. Shall we meet at the pull in off the road near to the hostelry we met at last and at 3 or 4 of the afternoon? I await my Ladies preference in such aroused anticipation. Sir ***** :-x

My Lady
Is 4 pm early enough on Sunday for me to devour you sufficiently visually? I shall be out all afternoon from lunchtime to day, but please leave a message as to your prefered time and place of rendesvous, so that I may read it later tonight when I return home. I am impatient to witness you do your duty to me in all your beauty and vulgarity my Lady as I am as impatient to chastise your ample and naked bottom so as to arouse you to a wetness that would fill me with glee. Your master and knight Sir ***** :-x

my Lord
I have been giving much consideration to the time of our rendezvous. should it be 3pm which would accord us longer daylight or 4pm which would still give us a good 40 minutes of daylight. I think in consideration that the latter would be better as other persons who are out and about on a sunday afternoon will soon be making their way home leaving us in peace. I am not sure about the venue to meet. I will give that some more thought and get back to you on that. your only lady *****.

My Lady *****
I am returned from London this very hour and have read your missive and concure that 4 pm would be perfect. The fear of course is a double edged sword in the wish not to miss the sight of my obedient madam in glorious repose exhibiting herself as directed, but then I do not wish they the canine fraternity disturbing we the carnal indulgers. The time is now set and it only remains for me to know of the place. I wait on you my good and vulgar Lady to show me the way. Your master, longing to have you do my biding, Sir ***** :-x

My lady lust

2007-05-04T14:07:00.000+01:00

My dearest Lady lust
I read your words and am consumed by a glorious swelling and am driven to take up my sword for the fight to extract from within even more pleasure than it gives me just to read what you pen to me. I am filled with beautiful images of your countenance so thrilled to be given the opportunity to exhibit yourself to me in explicit and vulgar detail. My Lady, I am impatient to witness these impure acts and wish you to know that if you should concern yourself with thoughts of reticence you should banish them from your mind, for in you complete and utter sexual abandon, I shall see you for what you so gloriously are, my compete and utter whore devoid of any vestige of decency determined in her display of disgraceful service in rendering me very well pleased to see all of it unabridged, uncensored and utterly unacceptable.cxc I take my ladies' point in that if we should fail to find ourselves at a place in our journey where you would be filled so tastelessly orally of my disgorging sword by way of your own vulgar attentions and so consequently unable to divulge with suitable ease and safety from your lips to my own that which it pleases you so to have extracted would indeed be unsatisfactory for your master as well not to find himself in a state of such vulgar compatibility with his slut, for the very juice of his lust for her he wishes to see upon her precious soft lips and he wishes also to have his Lady see it upon his own, and in so doing might transport the both of us to a place of sheer intoxicated lusting passion at such depraved displays. I am bound to tell my beautiful vulgar Lady that it will require all your skills in these matters to determine your Lords 'arrival' at a similar time as he determines the arrival of the said carriage. You master will endeavor to inform his good Lady as to any premature arrival of both he and his carriage for to waste the essence of the moment on spilt endeavors would I fear be sad and may bring upon your good self much wroth for such incompetence. Rest assure my good Lady that your Knight is not known for any prematureness, to the contrary, I fear you will have your work cut out to have your master arrive at any place unless you have gained exquisite experience over the years of your lusting and can be quite vulgar in your dedication of your duty. If it should take much time, perhaps my Lady would bring to her armoury the skills of her elegant delicate hands and sluttish painted nails that I may watch in wonder at her skills in wielding the steel hard sword of her Knight Sir *****. If my Lady should tire from her duty, your Lord will permit her to request that he takes his sword from her and wield it himself to show her how well he likes to expedite his own pleasure and to a point whence telling her she may drink of it to both their satisfaction. I also see that my Lady has not forgotten her just punishment for previous misdemeanors and I shall take it upon myself to meter out just chastisement that would take you to a point a little short of a journey toward your utterance of the word "butterfly and at times between each metered stroke you master will test the fluidity of your maidenhead to know that the punishment is right and just, from whence I would request my lady to commit herself upon her masters sword in a permissible state of pure greed to have her burning loins filled by him and his being and ride like the wind to a place apart from physical existence where the soul takes over consciousness and places upon your face the brilliance of the moment. As for my precious Queen's request to know what other dastardly depravities her master has in store for her, I wish to make her assured that nothing will be entered into that has not been previously written or been countenanced by her and subsequently elaborated upon before enactment of any kind. Therefor my good Lady, I shall commit to similar pages as these my depraved mind and desires for your bountiful form and sordid mind . Our meeting will be as a lifetime apart 'till the Sunday hence and if you should so feel compelled to commit your profound and vile thoughts to the ether then you must send them to me with all good haste for I know not how to survive without them. Knight of your burning spirit the dastardly carnal Lord lusting for you body and soul Sir ***** :-x

My Lord
my mind is filled with thoughts of our imminent journey into the darkest desires of our minds which shall be surrounded by brilliant light from the burning fires raging in our hearts minds but most especially in our loins. It does already seem that an age has passed since I was aquainted, through your eloquent written word, that we have opportunity to bring these fantastic images to life in but a few more days. Days which in some respects feel very distant in that they do not pass quickly enough. yet also very close in that we have not yet finalised such details as which part of the day will be dedicated to the giving of myself to you for your pleasure, whilst I take such great glee from the witness of your lust and receive from you all that you will mete upon my willing and waiting body.
you call me your whore, your wanton slut, your vulgar lady. Yes you may call me these things and rightly so for although my instincts are to be a lady in all that I do, you do my lord bring about a side to me that is not often made visible. It is my lord, who is full of lust for his lady who makes me thus. It has been said before and now I say again that you my lord have given me the most wonderful erotic and dirty mind fuck that I have ever known. It is your words of pure lust and vulgarity which make me wet with desire to see the sweet adoration shine from your soft eyes and feel the pressure of your mouth upon my skin. The feel of your breath and your fingures as they trace my flesh in your quest for my maidenhead. It is the mixture of your words and the memory of you which bring about such vulgar desire to be everything my lord could wish. to satisfy all our fantasies in full as much as possible. To bring about the total eruption of passion from both your manly sword and that which you refer to as my glorious red gash of a cunt as the juice flows from both as we reach the crescendo of orgasm. I take my Lord's point about not being premature in the arrival of the point at which your whole hearted slut brings about the release of pressure built up within that sword which does represent the man who is my lord. It is with anticipation that your lady slut looks forward to the time when she will hold your sword in both sight and hand. My filthy mind does relish the very idea and image which has been so indelibly imprinted of your manhood within the confines of my closed fingers and later as it fills the apertures of my body in the acts of becoming one with me. For now my Lord I shall retire to my lonely bed in this chamber where I now sit to convey my words and wishes to you my faithful knight. you can be sure my Lord that as you read these words in just a few short hours that your lady has been dreaming of her lord and all that he has promised. The images within her mind will be those of the acts we are to share in 4 days from when you aquaint yourself of these my latest words. Further my mind as it rests in readiness for the coming day shall be mulling over the possibilities that our journey shall lead us to. What variations and extra delights my lord may have in his mind for his wench who is wretched in her need for the hours to pass that she may witness your own lust for her at close quarters. my sweet knight of my maidenhead, I leave you now to dream of our journey.
Lady slut *****, whore to Sir *****, slave to your bidding.

My Lord

2007-05-03T01:29:00.000+01:00

My Dear sir *****,
Lord of my bodyIt pleases your lady to take on board all that you have said in regard to my attirement and I do indeed have such articles within my collection of lingerie.Having just re read all that my Lord does desire for the occasion I find that I must re-iterate my compliance in whole with the wishes of my Lord for I am your servant in all that you wish. My body shall be yours for you to devour firstly by sight as I show my lord all that I have to offer whilst giving myself pleasure in the knowledge that to do so can only enhance the feelings of lust that have already been sown in the mind of my Lord sir ***** of very Tarnished Armour. To share my juices and stimulate my Lord and his manhood whilst he is driving will be a pleasure and if whilst this is occurring there be others in the vicinity i.e. other vehicles and pedestrians travelling the same roads this will heighten the pleasure gained by my acts knowing that others are so close and yet unaware of my debauchery.

There are but two things that bother the mind of your lady in this new pursuit of our joint pleasure. firstly that we may not be able to find a suitable place to stop, in time for me to share the milk of your manhood. as we have found on our previous sortie, venues of this nature are few and far between. secondly we have not yet had an opportunity to carry out the punishment merited by my previous disobedience.having given this matter some consideration your lady feels that it would be fitting that this could be incorporated into the activities planned for this new venture into my fulfilling your lust for my body and my deep desire in servitude to give all that I can to make your wishes and desires as vulgar and base as they are become a very memorable experience.It is therefore my wish that having shown my lord the promise of all that I have and allowing my lord the taste of my arousal, suckling on my lords manhood would indeed be most pleasurable but even more so in the knowledge that before I can feel that magnificent sword of yours enter my body I shall first be removed from your royal carriage and with my hands secured behind my back receive the promised lashes of my punishment. Only after having received my punishment will my body be fully prepared for further pleasure and penetration of and with my one and only Sir *****.

My Lord has definitely lit the fires of desire in this wench he calls lady, she who is delighted to be aquainted with the information that there is a window of opportunity for these deep and vulgar acts just a week from today. It is now my fear that these next seven days shall pass with such slow minutes as to make them feel each a full year. I take my cue from my lord as to the hour of the day when our adventure may begin. perhaps knowing how my Lord does arise at a very early hour each day he would be aroused more deeply to commence our journey of discovery at an early hour thus giving more time to complete our voyage at a more leisurely pace than would perhaps be the case at a later hour. This would also allow us both more time on our own after the deed to wallow in the memory of the pleasures we have given and received.Your lady has now given herself the task for today to investigate the possibilities of a location that has been mentioned to her by another who has had occasion to look for such venues.

My Lord in an earlier missive from yourself to your Lady when you did set out your deepest wishes for this occasion you also mentioned that there are other darker wishes that you may long to enact. would it please my lord to now enlighten your lady as to what these desires are in order that your servant may have the opportunity to consider how far she would be willing to follow your instructions being given the opportunity to veto any acts to which she may have objections or perhaps merely giving time to allow the idea of such acts to sink in before a decision can be reached.I now await in certain arousal your swift reply with your further additions to our agenda for this opportunity which I have accepted whole heartedly.your very own Lady of smut, the vulgar slut ***** Xxxx

My Lord Sir *****
further to my earlier reply I did as I mentioned investigate the suitability of the venue which had been mentioned to me some weeks ago. Driving along country lanes in pursuit of secluded spot all the while thinking about the reason for doing this, I could not help but become aroused at the very idea of our journey in your royal carriage. having given much thought to your proposition for next sunday I now think that maybe the dawn may not be such a great idea as we would have to begin our venture very early if we are to complete our mission of fantasy before walkers of multiple dogs arrive in droves. If it is the case that you are able to devote enough time to this venture at the later end of the day maybe this would be a better choice. If we were to begin our meeting at say the hour of 4pm when there is still enough daylight for the exposre of my body to be delighted upon by my lord yet be hidden from other travellers by the diminishing level of light. we could then arrive at our destination as the many walkers were departing for the evening leaving us to our delights in peace. the number of suitable venues would also become greater as darkness falls.

I am sure my lord would be pleased to know how his words have given rise to much arousal in my body and spirit as the passing of each hour brings closer the time when I meet my lord again. the hour at which I may at long last prove to my lord how he has shackled his mistress to him in all but true bonds. how the restraining of my wrists will doubtless unleash much passion from the bosom of your lady. how with each breath as I reveal my voluptous curves to my lord I shall search your eyes for evidence of your pleasure and lust to be joined as one with this package of womanly curves that belong wholey at this time of my whole hearted servitude to my master. Would that my master make me his slave in complete obedience to the requirements of his body this will in its self serve to make my body shudder and shiver with tingles of pure unadulterated lust for that which I have the images scored upon my mind in great detail. That I wish to feast my eyes upon your sweet face and witness your pleasure is true as my desire to taste your sweet lips both before and after they have suckled from my body taking up my nectar to share with me as I share with you the product of your exploding sword within my mouth which is hungry to do your bidding.I go now to my bed satisfied in the knowledge that it is not many days now before I can share my being with my lord.With each passing night I shall dream images of your sword as you take your pleasure from your very own vulgar slut. I know that I shall awaken each morn with a smile upon my lips. The more my mind plays the images of my lord the more real becomes the taste of your lips upon mine and the feel of your hands upon my body. The image of your face dances before my eyes in continual flashes of desire.I hear your words my lord, I have seen your face tasted your lips felt your fingers upon my flesh and I want so much more. It will be with grave difficulty that I shall prevent myself from becoming wet at the though of our imminent time together.my lord I am yourslady *****

without boundaries

2007-05-01T23:42:00.000+01:00

These are long dark days my Lady, without you. I long for the caress of your mind on mine once more. Let it be soon....................

My sweet Lord
I am much saddened to learn of your distress at the lack of communication from myself to your endearing eyes. I am at a loss to know how or when we can continue with our plans during these long dark days of absence from each other's worlds. It is indeed with mixed feelings that I set off each day to my employment knowing that this is good for me both on a personal level and for my family's financial situation. whilst at the same time preventing us from coming together as we both would wish in order to fulfil my desires to completly give myself to you for your pleasure. It would please me to be in a position (any position really) to give you all that you could ever ask of me. I have given great consideration to your proposal for the carrying out of your latest desires. I find myself to be most compliant with your wishes. However your description of my attire for the occasion has given me some cause for deliberation. firstly I do not own a long or even knee length coat however I have come up with my own alternative which I am sure will be acceptable to you. My second concern is the lack of a belt from which to suspend my stockings however I am making enquiries as to how and where to find and purchase such an item. these being very few and far between even in shops dedicated to the sale of lingerie. I need to leave my home in the pursuit of family business now but rest assured I shall be in contact with you again very soon my dear sweet Lord Sir *****

***** my Lady
In order to play one must find remuneration, unless Mr Getty was your father, husband or lover. Your family come first, this I know, and sad though it is I shall give my Lady space and hope that from time to time she thinks of me while I wait her. However, it pleases my heart so well to hear how compliant you wish to be in the resolution of my latest desire for you. I can't wait my Lady, to feast my eyes upon your shapely form and watch as you arouse me so, and to exchange that kiss with you will be quite the most sordid beautiful pleasure I have yet to enjoy. I also await to see your alternative attire, but would hasten to inform my Lady that she may obtain the belt from the internet, but I would not wish her to go to any undue expense on my account knowing how scarce the coinage of the real is. As I think of you my sweet beautiful vulgar lady, my manhood rises in honour of the way you thrill me so. Sir ***** :-x

M Lady
If it pleases my Lady I would have her know that if she were pleased to find a pair of hold-ups of heavy black denier, these would suit well enough and that her shapely knee would so arouse her master if she were to allow him a glimpse of them. The point of the exercise is for my Lady to show herself to her master in a light unbecoming in decent society. To show yourself wanton and promiscuous, rude and vulgar so that your master may enjoy the baseness of your natural abandon and lack of any sense of propriety, To lay back and expose to your Lord that which you hold most secret from all others and cherish in the name of decency. Show him, taunt him, display in utter contempt of any sensibility of good taste that you might thrill your master in so doing with your acts of self gratification. Look into my eyes my Lady love and know that the sight of your beautiful face in the throws of ecstasy at your own hand will arouse in your Lord a mighty manhood that only your hand and mouth may quench, Drink of it my wondrous wench for it will spout royal jelly fit only for a Queen. Share it with you Lord and place it upon your nipple that he may suckle of the juice of life and debauchery. Kiss your Lord that you might show him the taste of lust. All this with sheaths of sheer darkness slithered over your shapely legs and gripped at the thighs contrasting with your ivory whiteness and vulgar red gash of lusting womanhood will make you the most powerful queen of all. Forget the belt, it may only serve to hinder our progress. I have for you in my mind my Lady, deeds of utter contempt of decency that will bring a tingle to your loins and joy to the centre of your very existence. All I need from my Lady is her continuing support and servitude so that I may honour and cherish her without boundaries. If it pleases my Lady to know that I have an opportunity for her to enact my bidding on Sunday of the fourteenth day of this the first month of the year two thousand and seven. If a time of day might suit her be it at dawn or dusk let her tell. daylight would be favorable, for in sighting of his maiden your knight wishes to loose nothing. I await your reply and the knowledge that you wish to serve. Yours as ever my Lady your knight Sir ***** with a kisses to plant upon your body where it will most enflame your desire :-x :-x :-x :-x :-x :-

debauchery

2007-04-30T13:18:00.000+01:00

My dearest Lady
Pray forgive my delay with my family this last week end I would that I could have indulged you sooner. I read your beautiful and eloquent words of encouragement and the intensity of them fill me with such utter arousal that I have found my mind so filled with the most beautiful and base sexual creativity I fear it difficult to know where to begin if I should at all? Your words have provoked the most profound debauchery that I dare not state their form lest I starve myself of your further indulgent encouragement. My mind these few days have been filled with you and you’re willing servitude and therefore my quest to seek my pleasure in you grows deeper and darker and more beautiful in it's nature. On many occasion this two days my preoccupied mind has been challenged being very much else where in a haze of joyful fantasy with your beautiful womanly body. Like you my dear sweet Lady *****, I too wish that we both might take our desire to a new and fulfilling level so very soon, and I read and read again your pleas for me to not hesitate in aquatinting you with my words and desires and that no matter how base and vulgar you shall not be offended but more desirous to serve and become my slave. I have therefore decided to proceed, with trepidation I hasten to inform, with lesser evils to perform that I might gauge your acceptance of them and thereby you tacit approval if not open verbal encouragement. My Lady I give you my darker side.............. I shall collect you from your home or an arranged meeting place in a carriage fitting a Queen, and you will greet me in a long gown, a knee length or full length raincoat or similar. Upon your feet you will wear a shoe of elegant sexual appeal thus showing your sensual and beautiful ankles to best. Your legs will be shrouded in tight dense black denier stockings and supported by a belt from around your ample womanly hips. You will wear nothing else beneath this coat. I shall open the door for you to alight my carriage and in so doing you will discretely flash your thighs and elegant knees in your attempt to alight with discretion. I shall drive and as I do you will open your coat and reveal everything of you that so fills me with desire for you. Unreservedly you will show me your body adorned in a manner that only a perfect slut might know. From your naked pendulous breasts to your perfectly attired legs and feet you will show yourself to me and delight in my obvious joy at the sight of you. You will turn yourself toward me leaving one leg on the floor of the carriage and the other you will rest upon the side of my seat and leaning back will reveal your maidenhead so freely that I shall know you to be as you are, my slut slave and subservient maiden of my desire. Unashamedly you will stroke and caress your venus mound and tease it for my benefit and in so doing begin to be aroused yourself at my delight in the glorious sight of your most indulgent and private of pleasures. You will tease yourself to best effect for your own pleasure and in so doing dip your elegant fingers and their painted tart like nails into your perfect succulent sex while looking into my eyes with the glee of a woman lost in the joy of her self indulgent vulgarity. I shall see your eyes and face and lips and neck and will be desperate to kiss them all, as I will your bountiful breasts and tummy and the glorious gash of a cunt you have your elegant fingers in, but driving I shall be unable to succumb to this frustrating desire. Your fingers will become wet with the juices of your arousal and you will slide them from you and into my mouth so that I may drink of your womanly nectar sucking each of your fingers sensually into my mouth. You will continue to arouse yourself, touching fondling massaging your breasts and pinching your nipples and begin to touch the tight darkness between the ample cheeks of you backside. Your vulgarity will know no bounds as you will be confident that anything you do will be completely acceptable and desirous, a celebration of the sexual freedom your master enjoys to see and instills in you. You will begin to masturbate your clitoris beside me with complete unashamed ease and familiarity. You may know my dearest Lady, that I shall be in the deepest adulation of you holding you so dear to me that you should wish to delight your master thus and with such confident servitude. As you climax yourself you will be free of any self conscious thought, your heart and body free to accept the culmination of your self inflicted pleasure knowing that to see you and hear you in such perfect bliss will be an intense pleasure for me also in that our minds and bodies are one my Lady and your pleasure is mine also. We are still traveling and bound nowhere but seek one another's pleasure and with that I ask you to take my manhood in your mouth and pleasure me, sucking and fondling and masturbating e until that glorious moment when you make me spill the seed of my glorious passion for you by which time I shall have safely pulled our carriage of lust over to enjoyed the intensity of being engulfed by your mouth gushing my lust into it. You will not swallow my Lady, but keep my sticky warm wetness in your mouth and as we reach for one another's faces we kiss with intense passion exchanging the juice of our lust for one another. My lady, it does not end there, but gets deeper indulgent and I would wish of you things that you might worry about voicing, but before I continue, even though you are my slave in all that is carnal, I need my Lady to grant that I share with her ever more of my vulgar and base desire for her which may take the form of mild restraint and chastisement and the possible exchange of fluids and possibly elements of sado masochistic content, but above all, between these bouts of debauchery to fulfill the desire to take my pleasure from you by way of penetrating my manhood deep within your being at every open and receptive opportunity. My Lady it is your lead I await and if you have any guidance it would not go amiss. Be not afraid to open your heart and tell me anything or simply leave it to your master? From you Knight Sir *****, keeping you my Lady ***** in the highest esteem however low she may care to fall. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

the Lady belongs to her knight

2007-04-28T23:22:00.000+01:00

***** my Lady,
my sweet slut, my dutiful whore, I am saddened to hear of your christmas not being as I would have wished for you and that your technical equipment does not work well for our smooth continuance of our quest, but pray that it is up and running very soon that i may be delighted with further images of your perfect and delightful sexuality it is your desire to share with me. Please, please my adorable vulgar creature, do not worry over much that you feel unable to match my words in reply for I have words for the both of us, I only seek confirmation that you accept them with open heart and delight and crave for more. If you forward any words for me to consume of your inner sexual self and your beautiful mind all those thoughts you would fear I should not wish to hear or that you might imagine unacceptable consumption by upstanding society, know this, I will hear it and I will hear it with understanding and compassion and love and delight that you should open yourself unreservedly to my safe keeping. I adore you now and I will with what ever your deepest secrets you might hold within, for keeping them secret or revealing them, you are one and the same perfect elegant sensual beauty. Know this. To hear from you once again fills my manhood with such strength to read your words of continued servitude to my desire of your body and mind, but you must know that to satisfy this urge for you at my own hand is not sufficient and I will that one day you will place upon my firmness your elegant fingers with their sensual slutty painted nails so that I might see the delight on your beautiful obedient face the joy you hold at honouring my hard salutation of your perfect sexuality creates in me. I so desperately wish to see your delicate fingers work from me such pleasures that you could not imagine and to see your red rosy lips enshroud my glistening helmet that you might drink of the nectar you cause in me with your vulgar beautiful sluty perfection. ***** my desire my Queen, I have a demand of you I wish to enact and would like to know firstly if you will hear it and secondly if you will obey me? I await your resolve with great anticipation and hope that you will give me freedom to devulge my desire of you. Sir, your Knight your master ***** xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

mmmmm
I await with bated breath your beautiful and sensual words that do arouse me so. Divulge all you must for I do desire to hear what you will have me do for you. To have my mind carressed by your words of desire for my being both in mind but mostly in body is to set fire to my loin. Your words create an oasis of desire and yearning in this world of mine where I have been surrounded by the sands of desert with no word from my Lord whom my body does crave fullfillment. Please may it be that we can take our desires to a new and fullfilling level at a time not too far distant. Please please oh please my Lord I beg of you do not hesitate to aquaint your loyal and obedient (well almost) lady with your words of wishes and desires. Do not ever think that your words could ever offend my delicate heart, for knowing that my own desire to serve no matter how vulgar, do set alight such desires within me only Lord Sir *****, for whom my body does yearn with a longing not quenched by others. The absence of my Lord from my world has served only to prolong the agony of these base and vulgar desires. There is no lessening of my craving to be your slave in all that you could ever wish, to treat my body as if it trully belongs to my Lord and none other. To share with your lady **** all that you feel you need for complete and utter consumption of my own sexual being. to tease my body in everyway that you could possibly wish before taking my every breath as you vent your growing desire to make this flesh of mine belong as part of your very handsome and sexually inviting frame. Have me do to you what is required to satisfy your vulgar and sexually exciting desires. Use upon my body any props which you feel could heighten first your own then secondly my body and all its base desires.The sooner you may furnish your loyal and faithful slave with the details of your wish the sooner and more complete I shall become yours.Sir ***** I am yours from this moment until my usefulness to you may no longer be required. Your only Slut Lady *****

My dearest lady I am bound by commitment to my family these two days and am sorely frustrated that I have not the time to spend in informing you as to what it is I wish of you and with you. Reading your words has given me such reward to know you are complete in your submission to me desire for and of you. My lady I bid your leave as the chariot that brings my family to my door has arrived. You will be in my mind completely until I divulge me desire for you. My perfect angel, my delight, my obedient adorable sexual being Sir ***** xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

My knight returns

2007-04-28T03:16:00.000+01:00

My Lady slut ****
Your Knight of tarnished armour wishes you an extremely happy and rewarding new year on every level imaginable. I trust your christmas was an event filled with merriment and joy and that your family were happier to have your presence as much as I was unhappy not to have it physically or as consolation in written word. On my return the first desire I had was to cast my eye over your rude beauty that you sent me in photographic form. It was as I expected perfectly arousing making my manhood stand proud and extremely erect at the very rude vulgarity of you and for that my Lady I thank you for the joy that I held gently in my hand teasing sensations from it that I would rather be by your own hand. Your maidenhead is such a raw rude scar of feminine beauty plumply shrouded up and over with such succulent ample flesh that I almost reached out to my screen to touch its soft loveliness. It's the perfect receptacle for my relentless desire for you seconded only my your lovely soft caressing passionate mouth that I so adore to kiss. This beauty this jewel this perfect flower so perfectly framed by such ample and heavenly stockinged thighs and the sensual folding flesh of your ample tummy......... Oh my god I am so filled with the want of touching your body your glorious thighs and to caress your ample tummy to feel you under my finger tips and know that you have given up your body to me for just such pleasures........ I wish to stroke my tongue over you exploring the softness of you and delving into the sensual creases of your flesh. I should like then to know you want the touch of my tongue on the very sexual centre of your being by stroking with you beautiful fingers and painted nails and parting the petals of your flower to exhibit the very core of your lust for my attentions to you total servitude to me. Show me your vulgar desire that I may know your deepest beauty my Lady my slut my slave of great pleasure. If you wish to serve me thus it would fill me with great pleasure, more than my present display for you can show if you would honour me with more revelations of your desire to thrill your Lord so that I may imagine more exactly what it will feel like to have you in my mouth, for I know already the pleasure will be as if I had fought on the battlefield for your honour and happily died and gone to heaven. My Lady **** I await your obedience in this my desire of you. Sir *****, most definitely standing before you, utterly tarnished of armour by your adorable servitude to me.
I kiss you deeply my Lady xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

My Lord Sir *****
It is with delight that I was greeted with the news of your return. Unfortunately it is with regret that I confess my christmas was not filled with joy or merriment having been taken ill at first light in the same manner as on our first meeting. However my health and spirits are now much improved. I can only hope that my Lord experience more merriment and good cheer than was felt by myself. Whilst my Lord was abscent from this place my computer did become unusable for a period of time. Having managed to fix the problem with it you can imagine my dismay when it failed to work again less than 24 hours after first being fixed. Luckily I had been chatting online to a computer expert who took time from his purchasing of christmas fare to visit my abode and remedy the failings of my computer. Hence now a week later I am still able to use this piece of equipment which I had begun to fear was beyond help. It is also with mixed feelings that I furnish you with the news that whilst you have been away I have secured employment of a temporay but nonetheless full time nature. I began the said employment on wednesday 20th December. At present I am unsure how much longer this will last possibly another few weeks. I am hoping that this will then lead to further employment of an agreeable nature for me. As it is I am working in the office of the employment agency with whom I am employed. Thus in a good position to prove to them my capabilities and reminding them that when any further opportunities arise I should be their first choice candidate for consideration. This does not help our cause to find suitable time to pursue firstly my chastisement then our mutual fullfillment, however this is something that can be overcome with some planning. Added together my illness, lack of computerised equipment and employment have conspired to make the possibility of a suitable response to your former missives, less than might otherwise have been. Further more in recent days I have re-read your communications to myself in the week leading upto your abscence with the intention of stringing together adequate words to convey my desires to your obvious enjoyment of the promise of our shared attraction. However no matter how many times I have intended to put word with word for your perusal, I feel that my mind is still in such confusion as to render it frozen with writers block. Not from lack of imagination but from the images conveyed from the pages written by yourself my good and only Lord Sir *****. How can I possibly match such erotic and arousing images as already described by my Lord. Welcome back my Lord Your own meek and trusting Lady Slut ***** awaits her instructions for furthering our cause.