Loss

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

No

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.

desire in my belly

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

memories

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

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

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

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

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

Thomas and Fiona

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