Life & Times and Dirty Thoughts

Monday, blog 2 for today!

2007-05-28T15:01:00.000+01:00

Ahh...Monday! Busy day here, always is on a Monday!

Here's todays rambling thoughts, and earlier (below this one) is a smutty blog ....I like to keep a little something to entertain posted regularly......

So far, we had a dodgy 50€ note to deal with, withdrawn last night from the banks cash machine, so after the Post Office refused it, we took it back to the bank. They checked it and said it was OK, so told them again the Post Office checking machine had rejected it, so they started to look more closely. They couldn't decide as most things tallied...so they paid it back into Steve's account, took photocopies of it, and will send it away to see if its real or not.

No bloody post delivery again! The elections were yesterday, so no excuse now, but not seen or heard a postie today at all. We wonder if we are reverting back to the twice a week delivery system we used to have, Tuesday and Friday, so we'll see. There are a total of now some eight items we are waiting for, those are the things we know about, no idea of the unknowns.....we've been waiting for post that was sent from the UK from the 11th May onwards, bloody ridiculous! No point complaining as we'll just be joining a long list of disgruntled complainers. There's hardly a week goes by without a letter in one of the english language newspapers about the shite service we get from the Post Office, I'm sure I read somewhere the Spanish Post Office is either owned or co-owned by the German Post Office, now I always thought the Germans were efficient! The spanish post office have been taken through the EU courts as well for their appalling service, but makes no difference!

No shags or skimpy knickers this week....Bugger!

One good thing at the mo! My walking, up to a daily average now of 2.5km (1 1/2 miles). Seems weird that just two weeks ago 1km ( 3/4 mile) nearly killed me!

2.5km takes me an hour, I'm not racing, but taking the walk at a fairly brisk pace with a few stops for water along the way, today I did 2.84 km (1 3/4 mile)

What I can't work out is why somedays, one leg aches more than the other, I take them both with me, so they both go just as far, so why does one ache one day and not the other? But, I enjoy it, it gives me an hour of 'me' time away from the apartment, I nose at peoples terraces and gardens as I walk along, and have a route with points that seem to be getting closer and closer each day, I don't wander along thinking "Oh my God, its too far" any more. I even wake up in the mornings and wnat to get a move on with things so I can get out and walk.....and if anyone had told me three weeks ago I'd be walking every day and this far everyday, I'd have laughed and made some stupid joke....I've suprised myself....which at my age, is no mean feat!

Please........

2007-05-28T14:10:00.000+01:00

"Please"

Please what?

"Please show me"

Show you what?

"What you're wearing under there"

Why?

"I can't wait any longer"

Aww...Have I teased you long enough?

"Yes, come on, please"

"Oh, Babe, you're wearing the knickers I bought you last week.....and nothing else!!

Do you want me to come closer?

"They look so good on you"

They feel so good

I'm pleased

Do you want me to show you more?

"Please!"

Show me now how pleased you are that I'm here

"What do you want me to do?"

Push back the sheet, let me see you

Ahh, you're only half pleased to see me then?

"No, I'm pleased you came, please, just show me, come here, then you'll see"

Do you want me to take the coat off then?

"For fucks sake, YES!"

Like this?

"Oh my, they are so sexy on you"

Oh Yes, and I tell you what.....You can have them when we've finished

"Ohhh....Please..."

Ahh, now you're really pleased to see me

"Of course I am, I've been waiting hours for you like this"

And you didn't touch?

"No"

Sure?

"For fucks sake, No! I've been waiting for you!"

Oh I am pleased....

Now, stroke yourself...go on....

"I don't want to, I want to fuck you so bad"

You will, soon.....

Feel me through my knickers

Feel how warm it is, feel how damp they are

"Mm, I can"

Now, slide the crotch to one side, tight against my cunt lips and feel me, ffeel how I want you so bad

"Please!"

Mm, I needed you to do that....I need you to.....

"Like this?"

Oohhh......That feels so good, swirling, licking, sucking, thrusting,tasting, nibbling, sucking, licking, thrusting, teasing, touching, stroking,fingering,licking.....Oohhh.....fuck me now!

"Oh yes please, please!"

Something for the weekend

2007-05-26T13:53:00.000+01:00

Frustrations

Frustrated, what an understatement! She’d been feeling frustrated for a couple of days now, the party was that evening, and she wouldn’t be able to participate, her period had come early and she didn’t like the thought of any sexual play whatsoever, fear of being dirty and disgusting overwhelmed her at times, yet she wanted to play, maybe the hormones and the increased blood flow to her pubic area always made her feel very horny, but was something she’d just put away each time it rose within her…

She bathed and dressed as normal for a party, taking just as much care with all her toilet as she always did, her hair washed and dried so it shone, deep red flame colours leapt out as she turned to admire herself in the mirror. Her large breasts swung loose in her bath robe, they were always much fuller at this time of the month and she loved that, more sensitive too, she still had Him play with them, during this time he wouldn’t be denied, she’d deliver fellatio to him almost daily, taking the time to really concentrate on giving him a mind blowing time each time, watching his cock spurt at close quarter, allowing His hot seed to deposit where she chose, her breasts, face, mouth……
She put on the black halterneck dress, slit to the hip each side, a halterneck with a clasp at the back; nothing adorned the dress, just her.

She put on knickers, normally she wore this dress with nothing underneath, not this time though, nature had put paid to that! She was there to meet and greet and to chat to anyone left alone, her role was to entertain, that was as far as she’d go tonight….or so she thought…

Things were going well, lots of people engaged with each other in small groups, she watched from the bar area, men and men, men and women, women and men, the room held a heavy scent of hormones, pheromones and oozed the sensual smell of sex and musk from all the pussy being bared, everywhere she looked, pussy was laid wide open for someone to enjoy, those women left alone briefly, entertained their own pussies, fingering their clits and baring themselves wide, toys were scattered on the various low tables, as was lube of various flavours and condoms of course,,,,,She watched them, and felt confused with herself, she so wanted to play, but didn’t want to have to reject any advances towards her pussy, she could hardly put and ‘out of order’ sign on her panties now could she?

She spotted two guys in the corner, sitting there, looking a little uncomfortable, they were naked and sharing a bit of small chat, she walked over, and saw they noticed her as she got towards them, smiling they welcomed her to their corner. She looked at them and asked if they were OK, they said they were, just having a break for a few minutes. One asked why she wasn’t playing, she felt herself go red, blushing and stuttering, she explained quietly. "What a shame" they both said, but would she join them and chat….sure, no problem…

The chat soon got around to sex, after all that’s why they were there! They asked her what she liked to do, and as she told them about how she played with several people at once, ladies and men, enjoying the bodies of both equally, she noticed their cocks stirring, a twitch to begin with, then their hands dropped to stroke their cocks as she chatted on....and as she went on, thinking to herself, this was fun, teasing them, knowing they'd want to fuck her, but not being allowed….she chatted, telling them in great detail how she loved to bury her tongue into a pussy, as deep as she could go, them withdrawing slowly, moving to circle the clit, suckling on it gently, building up and up, fingers sliding in the moist hole, two fingers, then three, four was stretching cunts wide, she liked to turn her hand slightly while inside, stretching the cunt in different ways, slowly opening it up as she took the pussy nearer to climax….They asked if she’d ever fisted anyone, she said she hadn’t, and nor had she been fisted, but was something she was very excited about, she got very turned on by the very thought of delivery and receiving. She asked if they’d ever done it, one said he’s done it with a previous girlfriend, but it took some working up to, but that once she’d done it, she’d been delighted. She noticed their cocks were now huge, swollen purple cockheads glistened in the soft light, begging to be touched, they’d both continued to stroke as she’d been engrossed in telling what she does to pussy, they wanted more, they were getting as frustrated as she was, she felt her clit twitch so much, one touch and she’d come almost, but she never touched herself there while on her period…

She excused herself for a moment, she needed the loo, and on her return, she saw they were still there, their legs spread wide allowing a great view of their hardened cocks, they were now chatting and laughing to themselves as they stroked themselves, they spotted her, and beckoned her back to them. They made it awkward for her to squeeze in between them, brushing close to them; her dress got caught up and exposed her leg and little black panties. ”delicious” one said, “I love to see bigger knickers on a woman, I promise not to touch” She sat on the sofa, they moved to her, sandwiching her in the middle, “please” the other one asked…as he took her hand and placed it onto his cock, she grasped and gasped, and began to slowly stroke him from balls to tip,

“Like to join in” she asked the other one as she looked him straight in the eye. As quick as a flash, he was there, kneeling on one knee, so his cock was just inches away from her, she stroked both in time, teasing them, she would milk this now she thought….

“So, you like to see women on woman?”

“Mmmm, we do” they both breathed back at her

“Pussy and more pussy, pussy being suckled while pussy is bared from behind, waiting for filling”

“Isn’t that a wonderful sight boys?”

They were both beyond conversation, she pulled their cocks closer to her, “look at those two girls there, is that’s what you like?” she asked, almost mocking them…She brushed one cock against her lips, he’d been looking the other way, not any more, he was looking at her as her tongue circled the bulbous head of his fat cock, she could taste the beads of pre-cum, and wanted to slow things down, so held his cock firmly in her hands, while she pulled the other one closer and took a taste of him, they were holding onto her shoulders now, their cocks almost touching in her grasp as she tasted them in turns…then Her man came over…

”Don’t stop, I want to watch ” And he knelt between her knees, the fabric of her dress now bunched up and cast to one side, his finger slipped beneath her panties and tickled her clit, she lost all her inhibitions,she was too far gone, past caring, He knew her pussy was out of play, but He didn’t want her pussy…..he played her clit so softly, trying not to distract her from the cocks in her hands….

”Hold on” He said, and swiftly unhooked the back of her dress, allowing it to fall into her lap, her breasts, 44D hung there, nipples almost 3” across, brown and puckered with excitement, her nipples stood proud of her soft orbs of flesh..she began to moan, softly as he played her clit, she couldn’t concentrate on the cocks in hand now, she couldn’t have them near her mouth, for safety, so continued to pump them, at a steady pace, ensuring they felt her hand from their balls to the tips of their beautiful cut cocks….one grabbed his own cock from her,

“Oh my! ” he said…as his cock spurted its hot juices all over her breasts catching her hair too as he shot his load…dripping from her breasts, Her man held her hand to stop her wiping as he continued to play her clitty more, she was going to cum now, no holding back her hand released the other cock and as she came, he did too, all over her breasts again, she was awash with her orgasm, rippling through her, her nerves all raw and needy, her breasts covered in cum, two men’s cum dripped from her, He played her clit still, slowing the rubbing down as she came down from her climax, if her kept the right amount of pressure and kept it gentle for a while, He knew she’d cum again….He turned her around, she was now in the lap of one of the men, her reached down and massaged the dripping cum into her breasts, her mouth just above his cock, then she felt her knickers being pulled to one side, and wetness, lots of it, lube was being put in and around her ass, “I don’t need a pussy to be able to fuck you my Sweet” As he entered her tight arse, her head went back, coming back down, opened her lips back onto cock again….”Oooohhhh” he went as she suckled him greedily” Her man was pushing his hardened cock into her bit by bit, he was gentle, they’d only just achieved anal a couple of times, and he didn’t want to spoil things by hurting her, bit by bit, he got his entirety into her arse, she felt his cock ease in and out of her slowly relaxing her hole as he went, her mouth increasing the pressure on the cock her fingers worming their way to his ass, he spread his legs wider, allowing her nearer, she slipped her finger into her mouth for moisture, then swiftly back to his ass, slipping it in and moving gently, he was moaning now, eh would cum again and soon, she wondered, for a split second, where the other guy had gone, then she knew, he was sat on the floor next to her, his hand slid to her clit and she nearly swallowed the cock! She was still so sensitive and excited by all this attention….She felt the balls of her man grazing against her smooth bare ass, and felt him drive himself into her harder and deeper now she was so relaxed, his fingers dug into her hips as he reached his climax, she felt the hot cock spurting into her, filling her with seed, the cock in her mouth was not far off either, she stepped up her pace, taking him as deep as she could without gagging and felt his balls rise towards him and a twitching at the base of his cock, she knew he’d already cum so wouldn’t be much this time, and left his cock there, inside her mouth as he pumped into her…he finished and she now allowed the hand to finish her off, she deserved to cum again……

A Blue Peter Blog....

2007-05-25T13:59:00.000+01:00

I call this one of my Blue Peter blogs....because Its one I wrote earlier! I used to have a blog page on another provider but got so fed up with trolls and lurkers, that I closed it from public view, but it has a lot of erotic writing on it I don't want to lose. I don't have Word on this laptop so use the other blog site to store what I've done, so I will transfer a bit every so often from there to here.

Been a funny bloody morning here, sunny earlier now blowing a right gale, got given 10€ too much change in a shop, so as its one I don't use very often, I kept it! Thats bad I know, but its a second hand clothes shop and I sold some things through them and they only give a pittance back, for example, I bought a pair of fab sandals from Ebay for £20, they were too narrow for me, so weighed them at our post office,no one owuld have wanted to pay the amoutn of postage they would have cost, so took them to this shop, they sold them and gave me 4€, so I don't feel bad about having too much change! Its called survivial of the fittest, and today, I'm the fittest!

We came home from the shop to see the postman close to our apartment block, so came back to see what was being delivered, we're waiting on 8 items of post, with some items we're waiting for having been posted some three weeks ago from the UK! Its ridiculous, its only 1,000 miles as the crow flies and we know post gets back to the UK and delivered quickly that way, but not this way at the moment! And what did he leave? a phone bill.....which, was odd as it should have been taken from the bank a week ago via direct debit....seems for some reason it wasn't taken as the money was still sitting there! We've been back on the phone for the last 12 months, the last two bills have been paid by direct debit, so we'd assumed they ahd it all sorted out now....seems not....

But none of our other post came, which is a bugger as I'm waiting on four bras too! I can only get M & S ones to fit properly so buy them new from Ebay, the shop here that does get M & S, didn't get any my size this time and many of my others have decided to give up on me all at the same time, the weather here does take its toll on quality clothing! Things get washed much more because of perspiration, and the sun does a lot of damage to fabric and colours, despite trying to dry things in the shade.

So, with all this messing about I was late taking my walk this morning, I usually go in the gap between coming back and lunch, its hot but not as hot as it is at 2pm ish ( or so windy as today), I can then come back, shower and then have lunch and I have the afternoon free as He takes his walk, but He goes much further than I, but He's been doing it longer....yesterday I did 2.5km, today only 1.4km as time was of the essence...still can go further tomorrow to make up.......

Sneaky

Be behind me, on a crowded bus or train

Watch me as I sway with the movement,

Hair loose, getting on my nerves as I brush it away yet again

With my arm raised, you see right in between my breasts as my shirt gapes wide

Look at the curves of my rear, my skirt softly draping over that pair of big cheeks you simply want to just part

Feel your cock stirring as you look and learn...

Move the newspaper over you, and your mac too, you hand is under your own clothing

Feel yourself stiffen as you watch me....

I run my hand over my blouse to smooth it out, you see the full outline of my breasts beneath, bursting for release from their lace trappings

Gasp as I move closer to you, I haven't really seen you looking, now have I?

Breathe hard as you catch the intoxicating aroma of my perfume

Breathe harder as you begin to think of the even more intoxicating aroma of my wet cunt

Stroke your cock again under the camoflage of your belongings

Watch as I more from foot to foot

You wonder whats beneath that skirt

You catch your breath again as I lose balance and brush you, almost making you kiss my ample arse....

Stroke yourself again, thank God this is a long trip....

Drop the newspaper, pick it up, look at my leg, smooth, funnelling upwards towards Nirvana

Brush your hand against my leg, look at my face as you do....

I blush

I gasp, but I don't move away

I stand closer still, my leg almost between yours....

You lean closer to me, you smell the fragrance of clean washed clothes, you're that close to me now

Reach up with your hand carefully

Take care now, as I shift from one foot to the other again

You get brave, reach up now, I'm mentally begging you...come on!

Yes, I feel you now, your thick finger tip, parts my cheeks

I struggle to stay upright....

You breathe hard as you discover my secret

I grip the pole to support myself

I am pure, clean shaven, and knickerless

Reach up further, go on....

Go on...please!

PLEASE! I beg you, screaming inside

You move further, reaching into me, wet, my cunt welcomes you

In and out, slow, then another finger, fill me, fuck me, but don't make a sound....Can't make a sound!

The vibrations of the train, your fingers playing come hither in my cunt....

I have no choice, the silent fuck

I scream in my head as you twist and turn, slow but sure, you hit me right inside

I grip the pole, a white knuckle ride..

I feel hot liquid run down my thighs as you slip your fingers from me

A sudden gush secured my release

Heat radiates across me

Regain your composure

I stand and look at you, flushed and wet

Drips of cum trickle slowly down my inner thighs

You move your hand to your face, and serrupticiously, smell my cum on your fingers

I look at you, eye to eye, screaming inside me still

I cannot see your other hand

I will you on, you sniff that hand again, and then taste the fingers that tasted me

And you look me in the eye....

As you roll your eyes, and an expression of relief spreads across your face

I hear you take in a deep breath

Yes, a silent fuck

The train slows, I take one last look

As I depart....

Commuting will never be the same again......

Thursday's Child is full of.....Worries!

2007-05-24T14:09:00.000+01:00

I don't know, I sometimes think He doesn't worry like me, well I know He doesn't, He does not have the worry of wrinkles, menopause, saggy boobs, greying pubes, He just thinks men get better with age and He's definitely on his way! Looking in the mirror telling Himself how good he looks and asking his reflection if it knew he was 50 next year? I ask you Eh?

Well, yesterday went whizzy, He got his arse into gear and eventually we got the printer ink, whoopdedoo! Rampant Rabbit got a little exercise, that one's not used during our bedroom antics as is a satisfaction guaranteed product, while its got batteries that work, of course. ( Vi, remember to stock up as well)

I was offered a re-tune of the radio He thinks resides in my breasts, I can't get through to Him that trying to twist them is not arousing, He just laughs and tells me not to be silly, of course it is! So tried it with His, woah!!!, He was out of that bed like a scalded cat, waggled His willy at me and told me that a mans nipples are not sexy like a woman's and that twiddling them does nothing!

Oh Well ....worth a try!

So, He's putting his pants on, telling me there's lots to do and while He's rambling away, I decided to ignore him and lay in the centre of the bed, sheets thrown off, legs wide open and openly begin without him, He's stopped dead in his tracks when He saw that, one leg in His shorts, the other out....and within seconds He's thrown off the shorts and the pants and dived in between my legs headfirst to make up for yesterday, several minutes, fingers and licks later...I cum......delicious and well deserved in my book....

He moves up me and begins licking and sucking at my breasts ( much better I tell him) And slides in His cock slowly, just after a good orgasm, its all nice and tight and I love that feeling of being entered the first time, wrapping my legs around His waist, I encourage Him to fuck me deeper and I can feel another orgasm rising within me.......grappling at my knees to unlock the grip I have on him, He pushes them higher and wider, so He can watch his cock fucking me, those last few strokes bringing Himself to climax and then teasing my clit to end my journey........

Laying there, He asks me why I worry so much about ageing, I tell Him, I'm scared that a day without a fuck is a day wasted, insurance in case I go off sex later on! He smiles, and tells me it won't happen, not with such a stud around the place......Mmm....And If I don't want to have sex, than I can just give him great fellatio each day.....I like that, how considerate !

I tell him I worry about my pubes going grey, thats simple, he replies, shave 'em all off, then I'll never know....thats a fair enough solution I think! As for the breasts sagging, isn't that an excuse to always be buying wonderbras?......MM, need think about that one, wrinkled old tits being forced outwards and upwards....could be nasty.....

Still, it's not a day I need to worry about today, had great sex, been for a walk as part of my fitness thingy, got lost so walked 2.5km instead of the 2km I was aiming for, silver clouds and their linings I suppose....

Bloody Wednesday

2007-05-23T14:08:00.000+01:00

Pah! To nick a word from another blog!

There I was, early this morning...awake, not needing a wee, and my hand beginning to work its magic between my legs.....He stirs and turns....looks at me....

"Got to get up, need more printer ink!"

MM, that worked wonders

Is that the way to speak to your lady first thing I ask you? Is that the way to start off an erotic session.....not in my book, so up he got, flicked me with his pants, waggled his cock at me, knowing I was a shade wound up, then disappeared to make the coffee....

So I got up, showered, checked my emails,drank my coffee, hoovered the apartment, and tidied up....and he'd got up and drink his coffee.....not showered, not raring to go as he told me he was first thing......I told him he was way too slow and that he should get a move on, He said he was knackered now, I said it was cos his balls were still full and it was his fault.......and that now, he'd have to wait....

me, I went for my 2km walk, came back, showered, had lunch and while he went out for his walk, I let Rampant Rabbit see to things.......Just left it on the bed after I'd finished so he know......."couldn't you wait til I got back?" with a sad face on....."nah, I'm OK now!"

Oh well.....alls well that ends well!

Monday Madness and a bit of a rant!

2007-05-21T13:40:00.000+01:00

Monday's the busiest day of the week in Spain, for some reason everyone and their dog needs to be everywhere, and usually everywhere we need to be, banks, post office, shops, all crazy!

No shag this morning, no, we had to get up because we had a lot to do.....yes, that's as maybe, but a quickie wouldn't have made that much difference. If I'd have added up all the time spent queueing this morning, that would have made for a very nice time! Ahhh, never mind!

We went out last night for an Indian, nice place about 10 minutes drive from home, so not too far. I always make an effort when we go out, wear something nice, hair done, a little bit of make up, sexy undies, nice perfume, that to me is the way it should be, and once in a nice restaurant, one eats nicely and no one sticks out, no one detracts from anyone else enjoying the meal. That's my opinion anyway, its the way I was brought up, seems that others have different standards and yes, this is a snobby statement from me, I don't give a shit, there is a way to behave and that's all there is to it!

We had just finished our poppadoms when this family came in and were seated at an adjacent table, Father, in his mid 50's, dressed in sportswear! A long sleeved T shirt, 3/4 length Adidas pirate trousers and sparkling white trainers, Mother, now this was a strange sight, she had three coloured hair, blonde at the front, black in the middle, and purple at the back, nails that obviously didn't do any housework, and loads of gold, rings on every finger, big earrings, bracelet, necklace etc, but she was wearing sports type casual clothing...a T shirt that was so thin I could almost read the label sewn into the inside and baggy trousers that looked two sizes too big, and sparkling white trainers, Daughter, dressed as any normal teenager with the standard Catherine Tate scraped back hair and earrings, the daughter I can forgive, but the parents! Not a chance, what do they think they are doing, going out to a nice restaurant in sportswear? And trainers? And whats with wearing the contents of the jewellery box? And as for the way the mother ate....feeding bits into her mouth in a conveyor belt style, pushing more in before swallowing the last and picking up stray bits from her bust area and eating them too....A complete slob!

I cannot understand people that wear sports type clothes that never do any form of sport to begin with, and I cannot understand people that wear loads of jewellery, fancy hairdo's and nails, and then top it off with the ultra casual look!

Guess what? Yes, they were Brits, can spot them a mile off, absolutely no class, no idea how to dress and behave, and absolutely no table manners at all. Another family came in and sat at the table near to the slobs, dressed a bit better, but gave the game away when the young lad got out a games machine and proceeded to play while the parents talked, yes, Brits again! One would never see any continental children doing this in a restaurant, they sit and join in with the conversation and are very much a part of the occasion. Its no wonder the Brits are frowned upon by many continentals.......

Yes, sorry that was a bit of a rant, its something I get quite wound up about, and sometimes I am so grateful that I can speak Spanish as can deny knowledge of being associated by place of birth to some of the sorts that come here. I'm not saying people should be stiff and awkward, but any restaurant, no matter where you are, is not the place to be wearing sports clothing, a woman should not go out wearing it and her jewellery etc either, a woman should make an effort, she should look nice for her man, trying to feminise sports clothing with nail varnish and multi coloured hair just doesn't work! And as for children playing games machines at the table, that's plain antisocial in my book !...

Rant over !

Sunday Sunday

2007-05-20T13:47:00.000+01:00

Ahhh....Sunday Sunday Sunday.....

I was awoken quite early this morning, He was feeling very horny, I had a cock inching itself between my buttocks, and a nipple being played with like He was trying to find the BBC World Service! Within seconds I had worked out He was feeling better and was now feeling his way round me....

He had to wait a few minutes, a dash to the loo and a swill of Listerene and I was ready, I lay on my side and reached out to Him, but no, he wanted it from behind, turning me over and pulling my ample arse into the air.

He knelt behind me as he explored and probed as I rubbed....within a few minutes I was at the point of no return as he slid Himself right into me, slowly, slowly, teasing me, till he filled me up, taking Himself almost out of me again and again, before plunging back in deep, me begging him to "fuck me" through gritted teeth! I yelled out I was cumming, and He let go, fucking me hard from behind as I frisked from the front, cumming together, a long drawn out orgasm for me, one I'd been waiting for since Friday...finally delivered....lasting ages I could feel the juices being milked from his cock by my pussy contracting hard onto Him.....

He kept his cock deep within me, making sure He felt the last of the ripples of that orgasm, then slowly, began to fuck me again, Shit! He was still hard! Yet He'd cum, I could feel it escaping down the inside of my thighs as He began pumping into me hard again..... I didn't frisk myself anymore, too sensitive this time, but I was satisfied and rammed my rear towards Him to meet every stroke and thrust, I could feel him beginning to increase his stroke as He was close again and within the next few seconds, His fingers gripped at my hips as He pulled me harder to meet Him and with a groan, he came again, on that last thrust into me.......A desperate need to orgasm from us both, satisfied, no niceties, no pre coital cuddling or kissing, just an animalistic urge fulfilled, satisfaction guaranteed.......

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So, the two day virginity is over, I am a happy bunny and He is better, tells me He's still feels 'poorly' but I beg to differ after this mornings little session.....I've been out for my daily walk, only 1km today, it is the weekend after all......Timewaster didn't turn out to be a complete timewaster as he came back and bought the car later yesterday evening, so alls well that ends well as they say!

Saturday Evening

2007-05-19T19:06:00.000+01:00

I dunno, what a day! trying to sell my car, timewaster after timewaster, never mind!

Still no sex, despite Himself feeling a bit better and tugging at my nipples whenever he could, pinching my bum and lifting my skirt up to see what was underneath, the timewasters put paid to an afternoon session, so tomorrow! Still, with nothing today, should make for a good one tomorrow! Deeeeelish!

Anyway, while waiting for the timewasters I read the english language weekly newspaper this afternoon, and focussed on a little section about some aspects of Spanish law....
Here in Spain, a couple living together can formalise their relationship by registering with the authorities as an official couple, Spanish law dictates they must meet this criteria before considering formalisation;

" The couple concerned must be of opposite sex to each other, or of the same sex"

You work that one out........ s'pose that means Pedro and his donkey can't formalise their relationship then!

Saturdays Child is full of......

2007-05-19T10:02:00.000+01:00

Nowt, not a whisker this morning, he's poorly!

Oh, so sympathetic moi! He's got a sore throat, stopped him from fucking or licking me, but didn't stop him flicking his pants at me across the room and waggling his willy at me...bastard!

Just cos his throats a bit tickly, doesn't stop his willy from working, when I get my period, don't stop my lips from working all around his cock! I gave him a paracetamol and made him a drink, what more can I do?

I'm the most unsympathetic person going, considering I trained as a nurse 20 years ago doesn't bode too well, thats why I got out and went to work in an office doing something completely different! I'm off for a long walk now to work off some frustrations, then think this afternoon....I'll ease the remainder....;-)

Friday! Bloody Friday!

2007-05-18T13:18:00.000+01:00

Bugger, the damn phones kept ringing this morning, first the mobile, then the landline, and why, do the callers insist on trying again right after they've tried and not gotten any answer?

Bugger....we'd just begun....

But the phones kept putting me off, but not S, he kept his cock rock hard while I waddled off to answer the phone, wouldn't have minded so much had they been for me, but they were both calls for him! AArggh! He liked the thought of me talking to business associates of his, stark naked and that they would never know....

Anyway, I dipped out this morning, but he got a great BJ from me, and I'm a virgin again for today! Bleh!........

As requested by Waynecoff....

2007-05-17T13:36:00.000+01:00

1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Nope, just an unfortunate choice by my parents in the early 60's!

2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? yesterday, I listened to 'Everybody Hurts' and it did it for me....

3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Not really, can't always read it, too used to the laptop!

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? Cold roast chicken

5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? 2, grown up and living in the UK

6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? Too bloody right, I'm great as a friend! Trustworthy, caring, loyal, blah blah.....

7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? Mmm, when its warranted!

8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Yep

9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? Absolutely not, with my arse I'd bounce right back up and I'd never get off the rope

10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Malted Shreddies

11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? Nope

12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? Mentally, yes, failry, physically, nope, I'm a woman, Aren't men here to open jars for us?

13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? Coffe & walnut

14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Faces, especially their eyes

15. RED OR PINK? Pink

16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? My arse, thank god its behind me so I don't have to look at it

17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? My Mum in the UK

18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? If they want to, I never push these thingy's

19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Khaki green trousers and Biege shoes

20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? Cold roast beef in a baguette

21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? ITN News and the washing machine

22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Purple

23. FAVORITE SMELLS? Fresh coffee and orange blossom

24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Someone spanish trying to sell me ADSL...

25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? Yes, only just come across his blog, but he makes me laugh

27. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? Rugby, don't understand it all, but those players....those bums......yummmm

28. HAIR COLOR? Dark Red

29. EYE COLOR? Hazel

30. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? Nope, glasses

31. FAVORITE FOOD? Thai Green curry

32. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Rarely watch films, but prefer gangster thrillers and war films

33. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Too long ago to remember

34. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING Khaki & cream

35. SUMMER OR WINTER? Summer, time to get naked on the beach!

36. HUGS OR KISSES? Kissing

37. FAVORITE DESSERT? My Mums spotted dick with condensed milk, must be 20 years since I had it, but the memories live on

38. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? I dunno

39. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND I dunno

40. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING? Plan B

41. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? Don't have one, its a laptop

2. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT? The Apprentice and then Fat Doctor

43. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SOUND? The sound of a cork coming out of a wine bottle!

44. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Stones!

45. WHAT IS THE FURTHEREST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? Sydney, Australia

46. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? Nope, I'm just Ms Average

47. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Peterborough, Cambs, UK

48. WHO'S ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK? Any

Thursdays Child is full of.....

2007-05-17T08:50:00.000+01:00

COCK!!!!!!!!!!

Well, she was full of cock again, so thats a good one!

5 out of 5 this week so far!

Will it be the full 7 I wonder?

Mmmm, bloody hope so!

Wednesday...Midweek and still going strong!

2007-05-16T18:39:00.000+01:00

Wednesday, I never liked Wednesdays, funny day Wednesday. Get to Wednesday lunchtime and you're officially half way through the working week, well that kept me going for year when I worked full time!

This week's going OK, we've had bloody good sex every morning for the last four in a row! To many, that doesn't mean much, but to me it damn well does on many counts. There's so many days where I don't get any, and that drives me nuts, I suppose it the old 'scared of the menopause and going off sex' thing rearing its ugly head? But I think too, its old insecurities kindly donated by two ex-idiots, so sometimes, I do get a bit of a panic on when we go a few days with no sex. I start telling S he should be a monk, and for him to get out of bed and go and make the coffee while I masturbate myself to oblivion and back! That just serves to make him laugh at me, and then a lecture on not being insecure. So I just get up then and go without! He sometimes is too fixated by work! And I'm too fixated in having sex with him all the time!

I rarely instigate sex, waiting to see if a hand comes over in the morning ( his preferred time, that or mid afternoon, very very rarely do we have sex with the lights off and before sleeping), once that happens and nipple is enjoying the attentions, then my hand will reach down to see what condition we're in....ready, willing or able! This morning, oh my, there was a biggie! No half measures today My girl! And within seconds, S was in like Flynn, and we got down to it.

I had a good look around, we were in a weird position, but it was working! I was on my back, one leg hoisted aloft, while S was at right angles to me in his side, all hands were on deck and a wonderful time was had by all! It was a wonderful position to feel his cock entering me, while clitoris was being pleasured totally.... delightful!

The last time I felt one as hard as that was when a friend gave us a couple of Viagra tablets to experiment with a few weeks ago, like being fucked with a broom handle, no half measures here! And this morning was just like that, I suppose it's also one of the joys of him being teetotal, never clouds the action....I had wondered if he'd slipped a crafty half tab, last time he did, he just kept fucking me, like he was the Duracell Bunny, my pussy was sore for days! But no, was totally au naturel this morning!

But the need for me to pee took the edge of the cuddles, which was a bugger, we're not very tactile people and the post coital cuddle is about the only time, so I do try to make the very most of it, which to be honest, usually ends up in round two scenario, as S has the wonderful ability to keep going, he only needs a few minutes respite from me, before he's raring to go again! S climaxing twice is the norm....I say we're not tactile, there a lot of surreptitious groping going on most days, he'll grab my arse as he walks by when I'm in the kitchen, or he'll come behind me while I'm reading blogs or writing, and both hands will shoot down my t shirt before I can say nipples!, So really, I don't know why I worry, if he didn't fancy me, he'd not be doing that at every opportunity! I really am a silly cow at times!

We often have an afternoon session, they are the 'get down and dirty' ones, where toys, oral, fast fucking, slow fucking and anything else in between occurs, but mornings, are the loving kind. The afternoon sessions haven't occurred for a while, work seems to be taking over on that front, but no doubt, they will resume at some point, maybe I'll take the initiative soon?.....I have before, S goes for a 5km walk every afternoon, and showers when he gets back, so a couple of times I have stripped and laid on the bed waiting for him, how can he refuse me then? But most often, I'm aware of the need to work, so use my brains and don't throw wobblies about not being desirable or fuckable........I really should stop worrying so much!

Getting Old!

2007-05-14T13:11:00.000+01:00

I don't know, I look in the mirror, what do I see,?

I see someone who thinks and feels 29 but looks another number, grey hairs beginning to appear, pass the dye please! A faint line here and there....Do I look like my mother yet? That thought scares me! Bless her, she's fine, but I'm not ready to be old yet! I carry on looking, bums OK, big, but its OK, thats not sagging, my god, I'll be trailing it behind me if that started to sag! Boobs, well, what can I say, they don't look up at me anymore, they're a bit like points on the compass, one going east, the other west, still, good old M & S can round them up and point them in the right direction, salvageable!

I get the little mirror out, time to inspect the nether regions, not a lot of hair going on down there, luckily, thats still looking OK, does that get wrinkles I wonder?.....I know pubes can go grey, what little bit thats there is still well and truly blonde, I checked!

I do worry about this menopause lark I hear about, all the do's and don'ts of HRT, all the horror stories of pussy going dry, libido going AWOL, night sweats, depressions and so on, I don't want of that thank you very much, especially the libido bit, can do something about the dryness, good old KY in industrial barrels please...night sweats, how the hell will I know if I'm having one of those when I live in South East Spain and its bloody hot? But can the libido issue be resolved? Mind over matter? Does HRT give this back?

I panic at that, for the first time in my life I have a lover I want to shag like medication, twice a day before meals, I'm not ready to give that up, I think thats why I've become this dirty old woman now, writing the erotica and trawling the web for sexy and erotic images and sexually molesting my man whenever I can, I need to cram it all in now in case it goes to pot! The scary thing is......I have no idea when this is going to happen! I need a good orgasm at least 7 times a week, more if I can persuade the poor old sod to come back for more! Will that become a thing of the past? I bloody hope not! Good for the soul is a good orgasm!

When do I stop wearing push up bras or skimpy knickers? When do I stop getting the camera out when we have sex? When do I stop going to the nude beach ( NEVER!! but bet some say it should be abandoned at a 'certain' age), when do I stop wanting to be taken by suprise for an afternoon shag in the woods, or a quickie in the kitchen? I suppose I stop doing it doggy style when my knees give out! Will I suddenyl get an urge to buy sensible pants and beige clothes...arrrggghhhh!

Do pensioners have sex? I wonder to myself, There's a few men get into the news and magazines when they father kiddies at ripe old ages, but what about the women, you only ever get to hear of something remotely connected with it when one of the old dears has a baby, like the Spanish woman, did at 64 or something, ye gads, I couldn't think of anything worse at that age! But no one seems to mention when they are feeling fruity at a ripe old age!! Do they feel fruity at 64?

I don't know, the futures bright but its not orange in this mind, its a scary place, but until things start to happen, I think I'll continue being a dirty minded old woman!

The Maid...Part two of "Was She Alone?"

2007-05-13T17:20:00.000+01:00

............................She sat there on the chair, frozen, naked as the day she was born, but frozen, her heart pumping hard inside her chest, her mouth drying as she sat there, legs splayed wide. The maid had been watching her, Oh shit! Bugger! Damn, Fuck! She felt her face colour rapidly as the flush of embarrassment took over.

She'd put the hanger on the outside of the door to make sure no one came in, what part of "Do Not Disturb" did the maid not understand she wondered.Then, as she reached for the thick white towel, she realised just how the maid was standing, leaning against the frame of the door, with one hand inside her uniform, reaching down..... Within seconds the maid came over to her...
"Sshhh" she said, placing her fingers over her mouth to stop her speaking back

She was puzzled, confused, a little frightened too, embarrassed still, her ears burning as were indeed her cheeks. Her heart was beating very hard within her chest as she sat there, the towel clutched fiercely to her front, her hands clutching at it, her knuckles white with gripping so hard.

She'd been spied on, fuck! she didn't like that, she didn't like her space being invaded, what an imposition! How dare she! How fucking dare she? How much had she seen?
Judging by the fact the maid had her hand stuffed firmly down her knickers, it was obvious she'd had been watching for some time!

She sat there, a strange mix of feelings, fear, indignation, anger, frustration, all whirling round her head with a thought expressing one of them coming to the forefront of her mind every few seconds. A sick feeling welled up in her stomach, a heady mix of all the emotions possible....

The maid looking at her intently, one leg was still slung over the low arm of the chair, the other just flopped wide, she had been enjoying herself in this position but once she'd been startled, she'd frozen like it.

The maid knelt before her and pushed her legs wider still, until it was almost painfully wide, the tendons at the top of her thighs pulling on her, resisting this. The maid began to stroke her legs, rising her hands towards her pudenda, and back down again, a little higher each time, tantallising, teasing, frightening....Fuck! She was being seduced by a woman, raped almost, by a woman! Pushing her legs wider, her pussy on full display, spread open and vulnerable, shit she was scared! This women, this seducer, was not allowing her to resist at all. A mix of emotions was running freely through her, fear, embarrassment and what seemed so alien to her, a thrill, an excitement, an aniticpation, a delicious, wicked anticipation.

She'd never been with a woman, the thought had never entered her mind, ever! She'd looked at porn in magazines and sometimes on a boyfriends DVD, but always alone though, never with anyone, and never had she been excited with the thought of fucking with a woman, or being fucked by one, but this maid was coming onto her, big time. Something held her still, maybe fear, maybe curiosity? She didn't know, but something stopped her from jumping up and shouting her head off.
It all felt so fucking weird, the dreams, the need to maturbate herself being so strong, the desire that kept welling up inside her, but not one of the fellow conference attendees did anything for her, not one, not a single one stirred her. She was sure in her mind, that had she put out just a few more signals, she'd have been able to take her pick, but instead something deep within her had willed her to be the forceful, bossy type, the very type that put 99% of hot blooded males off a woman!

She moved the maids hand away, abruptly she spoke... " I really don't think this is right, I like men not women, you're a maid, I'm a guest, you're here to look after my room, not my needs, I like men to do that! She snapped at the maid, then feeling very self-conscious about speaking down to someone, that really wasn't her style at all,"I'm sorry" She added, now feeling a little shamed and guilty about her tone.

"Shhhh,..... Please, you need me" She whispered hoarsely....

And with that, the maid tore the towel from her clutches and kissed her full on the mouth to stop her saying another word in protest. She felt herself tense up at first, but the maid continued, her tongue probing her lips, prising its way between them, to meet with the tip of her tongue, so delicate, so sweet tasting, her lips soft, soft on her soft lips, so very different to kissing a man, not the same strength as a man, but soft, gentle, caring, she felt her heart begin to race again, hands began to explore as the kisses became more entwined, tongues wrapping around each other, she felt herself almost falling, swirling through emotions and passions, the noises in the background fading, the smells and heat of the bathroom fading too, they were lost in a world that was just theirs, theirs for the taking and enjoyment. Without breaking from their pasisonate kissing, the maid peeled off her black uniform, she wore no bra, no knickers, nothing, her skin so soft, she could feel the heat emanating from her. She opened her eyes wider, to take in the woman in front of her, she broke with the kiss, she wanted to look, she had settled in her mind, this was nothing to worry about, it was just something else she could notch up as experience. She wanted this woman in front of her, she felt such passion within her, as much passion as she normally had with a man, this was so very alien to her, but she had to just give into it, she had to, she needed this woman!

The maid knelt there in front of her, her skin soft, cinnamon in colour, she wasn't indian, she wasn't afro-carribean, she wasn't far eastern, she couldn't work her out, the combination of accent, skin colour and dark hair. The maids hair was thick, but not coarse in texture, soft falling in waves as she removed the clip holding it up....a strange mix she could no identify with, but the contrast of her white alabaster skin against the soft honey cinnamon skin of the woman in front of her was just amazing.....

"What's your name?" She asked the maid

"That, does not matter, Ssshhh"

Hands cupped her breasts, that fascinating mix fixing its self in her mind as she watched another woman hold her intimately, never before had she done this, that now added a frisson of excitement, showing in her engorged nipples now begging to be suckled on, the maid stared at then, each one in turn, licking her lips slowly. Her breasts, fairly large with pinky brown, all puckered up aroung the edges, enhancing the nipple end more. The Maids nipples, dark and chocolatey, also begging to be touched, semi erect, she braved her fears and reached for her, firm globes that fitted into her hands nicely, they were smaller,firmer than her own breasts, but still exhilarating to feel what another womans breasts felt like, she felt her heart thumping inside her chest, she felt the breath of the maid on her, hot, damp breath, the rate rising. She was now curious, what would
a womans pussy feel like?

Who'd touch first?

That was soon answered as the maid dropped her hand between her legs and felt her hot cunt, waiting to be touched, she rose to meet her as the maid parted the fat, engorged labia, bald and soft and plunged two fingers deeps into her. She took a sharp, deep breath in, this felt no different, why be so stupid, one persons fingers in her cunt would be the same anyone else's, it was what they did once they were into her most secret, her most intimate of places that counted, she half lay, half sat in that chair as the maid devoured her pussy.

She'd thought she was very well experienced on recieving cunnilingus, but this was simply amazing, the maid tongue probed and teased, teeth gently nipped at her full labia before
venturing to her clit, a clit bursting, begging to be tasted. The fingers sliding in and out of her cunt were pushing further and further into her, she now wanted to feel the womans pussy, but she was powerless to move, she didn't want to break this wonder wonderful spell that had been cast.....
Tongues have a wonderful way of changing their firmness, the maid exacted this totally, long lucious licks along either side of her lips, changing to a firm, pointing tongue, to flicker over
the fully engorged clit, delicately at first, then building in strength, she cried out that she was cumming, the maid finger fucked her harder, reaching as far in at the same time as delivering the most wonderful strokes across and around that clit. She felt the soles of her feet beginning to contract, she knew this was going to be a biggie.....her toes curled and her legs widened even more, if she could have taken the maid in completely, she would have done, her orgasm ripped through her, like nothing she'd ever felt before, wave after wave crashed through her very core, hormones and adrenaline coursed through her like nothing she'd ever felt before. The maid continued to lick her pussy and fuck her hard, fingers inside her gushing cunt worked hard, as if they were drawing something out of her, making every last second of that orgasm last. She felt the contractions of her inner sanctum enclose on the maid fingers, more pleasure derived from the maid forcing her fingers back against the flow of ecstacy, a thumb had slipped into her puckered star and her whole groin area was aflame with the pleasures. She began to feel the rushes subside and lessen and her sensations began to resume normal levels, becomming more aware of her surroundings and what was going on, but this had been what she imagined a drug trip would feel like and identified with them on that level, that level of needing it again, over and over again.

She didn't want this to end, she wanted more, turned on by the scent of her sex in that small room, she wanted to fulfill her deep fantasy now, it was the time and the place. As if she
knew, the maid withdrew her sopping wet fingers and slid up her body to kiss her firmly on the lips. With the aroma of her own cunt juices so powerful, she opened her lips and deep
kissed the maid, taking back her own juices and scent, she felt in control now and she was going to exercise that.

She sat up straight, while still kissing the maid firmly and deeply, her hand grasped the maids very pert nipple, rolling it between her finger and thumb, she was desperate to break away and suckle on this delight, she wasn't thinking anything, just focussed on the maid and exploring her fully. tentatively, she ran her hand down to the maids pussy area, a thick snatch of dark tight curls was there, she broke off the kiss to look, she wanted to feast with her eyes. The black curls were very neatly trimmed, to form and arrow almost, saying "fuck me here"!

She wriggled her flinger to find that slit, the slit that welcomed her with its wetness. The maid had not touched herself at all, this was hers for the taking.... She indicated for the maid to lay on the floor, its was thick carpet and a soft towel was pulled down to lay on, as the maid laid there, she touched her own cunt again, wetness was running down her inner thighs, she'd never been this wet before, and she'd had some pretty heavy duty sex with her men friends....She looked at the maids dark pussy, the maid sensing her fragility and innocence, parted her legs wide, then pulled her cunt lips apart, it was no good, she had to touch.....She looked as she moved herself closer still, a heady aroma was beginning to fill the room, releasing pheromones as each pussy was heightened in its awareness of the other....She went to touch and hesitated slightly, It felt little different
to hers, the thick outer lips soft, reddening before her eyes though, the maid was flushing red in other places too as she anticipated taking this womans cherry, so to speak...

She touched the maids cunt again, this time tracing a finger along each pussy lip in turn and then, spotting the little clit beginning to poke out from its hiding place, she felt compelled to touch.

The maid drew a deep breath in as she did so, and arched her back, not saying a word on leading her in anyway, the maid lapped up every touch...The maids cunt was beckoning her, red and swollen the cunt lips parted to show it off to her, a veritable feast for the eyes, licking her lips subconciously, she dared to venture a little further, and pushed a finger in, warm and wet, inviting her back for more, she withdrew it and lifted the finger to her nose, closing her eyes, she drank in the scent, that sweet scent of an aroused woman. It sent shock waves through her and she hesitated no more. Two fingers side by side, slid in and out of that tight cunt, her thumb nudging at her anus each time the fingers were sent in as far as they could go. The maid breathed hard, she was losing her composure and arousal took her over, she played with her own nipples, pulling them, almost to the point of pain, tugging, rolling and kneading them, her chest also flushed red now......She could not believe she was doing this, and it was making her own cunt wetter, she slipped a hand down to feel herself and was amazed how wet she was, the maid was close to cumming, she started to breathe harder, words were being forced from her lungs, she had no idea what the maid was saying, but it was universal almost, this young woman at her knees was cumming to orgasm and it was by her hand! She finger fucked the maid, her left index finger
flickered over her clit while her right hand continued to fuck into her, she felt the contractions begin and the maid gripped her wrist, almost forcing her fingers in further as she blasted to her orgasm, she could feel every contraction, it was amazing, this woman had cum and it was her doing.

She needed to cum again herself, this had aroused her totally, she would not take long to go off the edge this time, and there was no fear, no anger, just swept away with the pleasures of the flesh. The maid regained a little composure as she came down from her orgasm, and sat up, the two women sat on the floor, facing each other, the maid moved into a position where her legs were wide apart and over the top of hers, this position, they could both finger each other again, while they kissed deeply. They both felt each others cunts and located the clits, and together, they fucked, teased, tweaked and plucked until they both came again, this time, she felt a gush as the maid came, she knew what this was, she'd heard of it before, but had never experienced it herself, let alone seen it at such close quarters....

They sat there for what seemed an age, finally releasing their grip on each other, the maid stood up and began to put her uniform back on. She needed to shower again, she was so hot, sweaty and smelling of the musk of sex, the maid came over to her and gave her a final kiss and left without saying a word. She closed the door behind the maid, this time slipping the inner lock on the door and stepped into the shower........

Why is it taking so long?

2007-05-11T21:55:00.000+01:00

I have been writing the next chapter in this series, and I'm really struggling! Not with the ideas, they're there in my minds eye with abundance, many nights showing the movie of it all in my head as I fall asleep. But I'm struggling to get to sit and write it, I just don't have a clue as to what's holding me back on this. All the other chapters I have written have simply flowed, both in my mind and through my fingertips on the keyboard, I wish I could just give myself the kick up the arse I need.

I have wondered if its because I have no clue as to what I will write next, and maybe its a fear of becoming empty, devoid of ideas....I seem to spend so much time reading other blogs, not all of them erotic ones, although I do enjoy those the best, but blogs that are giving an insight into lives, people are just such interesting beings! We all have something to offer and the popularity of blogging is certainly proving that fact!

Going back to the writing, I did get about half way through it, then the other day I did a bit more, but just can't get to finish it, have I got a bloggers/writers block of sorts?

Has she been alone?

2007-04-06T15:48:00.000+01:00

She had been at the conference since Friday evening, leaving for there straight from the office, she was tired of it all and bored, bored because it meant she had worked all week, spent the weekend at this damn conference and then it was work all the following week, no time off and she wasn't happy about that. With thoughts of what she'd like to do to her boss lingering as the last seminar of the day lingered on, she shifted and fidgeted for the last twenty minutes, dying to get out and get away from all these false suits, all the blah blahs, the "I played golf with so-and-so" " I drive a blah blah car" God was she hacked off with them, this was one of the problems of working in the job she had, it was still a male orientated environment, so she supposed she'd have to learn to endure it all with a smile...Eventually the seminar ended and she could get out of that room, all she wanted was to relax in the huge bath, drink some wine and do nothing in front of that glorious open fire that would be burning in her room by the time she got up there.

She zig-zagged her way out, excusing herself graciously, she had to be here another thirty-six hours, so had to put up with the suits a while longer. She got to her room, unlocked the door and stood leaning against the door, feeling the day's stress fall away from her as she exhaled deeply. The fire was lit and burning so well, throwing heat into the centre of the room, the side lights on around the room, catching on the cut glass in the light shades and enhancing the gold on the mirrors and pictures, she looked around, how she could get used to living somewhere like this, she thought as she peeled herself away from the door. Kicking off her shoes, and slipping off her stern black jacket, she cast it onto the arm of the chair at the desk, and walked over to the drinks trolley and took a glass, the wine was chilling in the fridge, cleverly disguised as one of the period pieces of furniture, she opened the crisp chardonnay and poured a very large glass, picking up the newspaper from the table, she went and sank herself onto the large sofa in front of the fire, she could feel the heat on her face and legs, so warming, and such a contrast as the chilled wine slipped down her throat. She felt even more of the stress of the working week and this seminar weekend fall away, her eyes began to feel heavy as she sat there, the small amount of alcohol and the heat of that fire blazing away, were working wonders to relax her, relaxing her a bit too much! She shifted to sit up straight, she didn't have too long before dinner so dare not fall asleep. She emptied the glass and got up to run a bath for herself.

She went into the white and gold bathroom, it was bigger than her whole bedroom at home, a fully fitted and equipped bathroom, with shower, bath and bidet, luxury toiletries were there for her to use, so she'd not even unpacked her own, just her toothbrush and her own perfume, she didn't need to use anything else of her own, it was all here. She didn't recognise the branding, old fashioned text on the packaging, glass bottles, not plastic, this was a selection of real quality. She took the top off the bath essence bottle and took a deep sniff of the contents, vanilla, musk, cinnamon, rose, she could pick them all out as the different fragrances hit the receptors in her nose, but there was a 'something else' something she couldn't place, sweet and warm, yet strangely masculine too, like nothing she'd ever smelled before, but the combination was superb and she poured liberally under the hot water tap, the fragrance hitting her again as the steam rose from the water, enveloping her, a heady scent, one she was being swept away on....it lingered in her dream the night before, a strange dream, she only remembered parts, parts she chose to remember, as well as some parts that seemed muddled and dis-jointed, she'd passed it off as just another weird dream, but was memorable in that she could rarely ever recall her dreams.

She stepped out of the black suit skirt and hung it up on the wardrobe, the 'do not disturb' sign was on the door so she was happy to wander the vast room wearing very little. She went back to the bathroom, leaving the door ajar slightly, she undid and cast off her crisp white bra and matching knickers, they were both made of quite an open weave lace, brilliant white in colour as they were still quite new, the knickers being something a little different, in that these were the new shorts style, when she first saw them, she didn't think they were very sexy at all, that was until she tried them on at home later that day, she looked in the long length mirror and saw they did look sexy, very sexy, despite covering so much skin, a complete change from the tiny bits of fabric sold at horrendous prices. They fitted her well, the front showed very little, one couldn't see her nearly smooth pussy underneath, on the model in the magazine, one could see the dark pubic hair of the model, but she was almost hairless there. The backside of the shorts cut high up over her buttocks,
she liked the way they cut across her butt cheek with the fabric disappearing into the cleft between her legs, during the afternoon, she'd shifted about so much on her chair, she felt one of her ample buttocks go completely bare, while the fabric bunched up between her creamy white thighs, and forming a ridge which she caught her clitoris on several times, it was that which had kept her going through some of the long seminars and speeches, she knew she'd need to relieve herself later, but during the afternoon, it had kept a slight smile on her face........

She stood there for a second or two, looking in the mirrored wall, she was ample in proportions, she wore expensive but well fitted clothing, her business suits were all designer and so was her underwear collection, she worked hard, so reaped the benefits in dressing well, she still thought she didn't look too bad for a woman her age, she had fairly large breasts, with mid brown nipples crowning them, good sized nipples, almost two and a half inches across, she looked at them, all puckered and erect as a draft had blown across, she looked down at her thighs and her belly, all soft and yielding, kneadable and beautifully soft, she was not a toned young kitten, but was delicious in so many other ways.....

She stepped into the bath, it was a little bit too hot, but she persevered as she wanted to really relax before enduring the suits again for the evening dinner. She got in, inch by inch until she lay back, and allowed the water to envelop her. The heady fragrance of the bath essence also helping to relax her further.....she took the soap and wash cloth, and began to wash herself slowly, she felt the need to push her fingers between her legs, but she decided she wouldn't right now, she would save that for bedtime, she was not averse to masturbation in the slightest, being a woman living alone and who had been without a lover for some time, she was perfectly at ease with herself in that direction. She placed the wash cloth on the side and lay back, closing her eyes, and making a conscious effort to unwind.....

She lay back, the water still very warm, washed over her, she felt herself drifting, not drifting off to sleep, but her mind going to another level, she just dismissed any other thoughts that entered her mind as irrelevant, nothing was going to cloud her now as she fell into this state of almost limbo, there but not there, only slightly aware of her surroundings, she could smell the bath essence, feel the humidity of the hot bathroom, feel the water lapping gently around her with every slight move, she felt totally relaxed and safe......

She began to feel someone there, her eyes too heavy to open, but the immense feeling of safety still persisted, so she did not worry, she felt herself being taken from the water, in her minds eye now, it was not a bath, just warm water and now she'd been lifted from it, gently, wrapped in someones arms, she felt so safe.......she sat up, opening her eyes, she saw nothing, she could hear breathing, soft, yet masculine breathing, she could smell the essence she'd used in the bath, and herbs of some description, green and velvety, a delicious combination. She felt hands running over her body, not touching her breasts or anywhere sexual at all, over her back, her shoulders, a hand ran through her long red hair, smooth, firm hands, large hands, no jewellery, plain, simple hands, but hands that cared for what they were feeling....she reached out, into the inky blackness, she felt smooth naked skin in front of her, she run her hands up and down very slowly, feeling they were the legs of a man, muscular, a smattering of hair, she gasped as she reached up a little high and felt a soft scrotum on the side of her hands, was she supposed to touch or not? She didn't know, she wasn't sure but she had a strange feeling of calm, nothing panicked her.

She felt hands resting on her shoulders, holding her firmly, as she began to explore further around those firm legs, she reached round and felt two hard buttocks, small, pert and perfectly formed, the ran her hands down again, feeling the delightful little cleft where buttocks met legs on a man....she reached up in front of her, she felt soft skin, reaching as far as she could from her sitting position, she felt two hardened male nipples, chest smooth and only slightly undulating, not overly musclebound, she felt him breathing hard as she explored him more....

A hand held her shoulder still, the other hand located hers, and led it to where he wanted it to be....she gasped as she wrapped her fingers around the hardened shaft of his penis, his rock hard cock was in her hand, a long time since she'd been this close to one, she still wanted to see, to feast with her eyes, but nothing except the inky blackness surrounded her. Not a word was said, but breathing increased by the two people, sweat prickled from his pores as she began to smoothly stroke his proud thick manhood from balls to tip, she placed her other hand under his scrotal sac, cupping his balls gently, a finger stroked underneath his sac, she extended the finger and caught his tight ring, he gasped, the first time she got an idea of what he sounded like, deep and raspy, as he groaned at his pleasure.....

She gripped his cock, her fingers not being able to grasp all the way round, she estimated her was about six inches long, but that he was also about the same in circumference, thick, she felt her pussy warm and wet, ooze a little juice in anticipation her pussy would receive this pleasure......she felt the hand on her shoulder guide her, he wanted to feel his manhood in her mouth, at this size, she worried she'd gag, but as she relaxed and took him in slowly, tasting the tip of his cock, all smooth, she tasted the slight salty taste of a drop of his excitement, she held him form in her hand, while her tongue explored the tip, smooth, bulbous, she began to form a mental picture of it, she could feel the raised veins on the underside as she moved her fingers along his shaft, cupping his balls, she slipped her finger to his ring again, keeping a little pressure there, she began to taste a little more of him, running her tongue around the ridge of his cock head, pursing her lips to wipe him gently over her lips, teasing him, making him recall the first time he entered a tight cunt for the first time, of how it met with resistance and then eased in, and within a few long strokes, was captured by the velvet folds of a virgins pussy, now he was captivated by the lips of a woman, who had him totally in her hands, she took him to the back of her throat so slowly, and then almost all the way out of her mouth, simulating him in her cunt, how she wanted that hard, excited cock there right now.........she felt his balls rising towards his body as she stroked him with her tongue, she began to hum a tune slightly, his grip was frenetic, she tasted more of him as ejaculate began to rise, his breathing was harder and rapid, almost matching her stroke now, he couldn't hold back and she recognised the signs and slowed him down again, she felt the tension drop slightly in his grip, she was good at this, a long time learning and a long time since she;d practised too,k but like many things, never forgotten.......she concentrated on his balls, the soft fuzzy sac nestled in her hand, a finger stroking his tight ass, she had short nails, and was going to really send him wild, she dropped a gob of spittle into her other hand as she went to his balls, then taking his cock head back between her lips again, she began to put pressure on the end of his cock, humming slightly as she did, before allowing him to thrust gently into her throat, she was almost deep throating him, he was almost all the way in her mouth and she worked her tongue, wrapping it around and over his beautiful tasting cock, she began to feel him getting close to the edge again, this time she'd let him go over, and as he thrust into her mouth so gently, she slipped a finger inside his ass, he groaned loudly, his hand on the back of her head, and she swallowed his hot seed, Delicious and sweet, she could taste the smells of earlier, the vanilla,the herbs, and it was so sweet, a complete contrast to the slightly salty juices of before..she held his cock between her lips while she felt him soften slightly before letting him go, she'd enjoyed that so very much, that feeling of complete power over him, the delicate position of his cock between her lips and teeth, and swallowing, something she only ever did with those she knew and trusted well, she hadn't a clue who's juices she'd taken..... she felt him move from her, and began to feel the sensations of the water and the bath again and finally managed to open her eyes......shit!

What a dream! She must have dropped off, she hadn't intended to and what a filthy dream, a long time since she'd had such a dirty dream....she licked her lips, they felt so dry and the taste on her mouth was strange, a mix of vanilla and herbs, she thought she'd swallowed some bath water and passed it off as that, she got out of the bath and dried herself off, she cleaned her teeth, but just couldn't stop thinking about that dream she'd had, but it was so damn vivid, and not the usual dirty dream, normally she was the one wanting, receiving or needing attention, not the other way round......she still felt very excited herself, her pussy still needed attention, she deliberated for a while, could she wait til later and gain several releases, or did she need relief now?......she sat on the padded chair in the bathroom and parted her legs wide, she slipped two fingers inside her open rose, and she knew the answer, she was dripping wet, and not because of the bath, she felt her pussy welling up with anticipation of pleasure as she slid the two fingers in again and again....rubbing her engorged clit she knew she'd be close to the edge, she closed her eyes, and lifted one leg to rest on the bath, gaping herself wide open, but it wasn't enough, she needed fucking, fingers wouldn't do, but they'd simply have to, she hadn't even packed any of her trust vibrators, she had a good selection at home that kept her from going mental.......she looked around the bathroom for something...that's when she saw her stood at the door..........

To be continued

Thoughts and dreams.....

2007-04-06T15:42:00.000+01:00

I have been thinking about the last blog entry and how I can develop it, its been a work I have been doing for a couple of months now, and I have re-worked it a couple of times. I have ideas for a prequel chapter, but the problem s, everytime I start to think about it and its gets steamy, so do I! And then my mind wanders and wanders......., so you can see, it been hard going...but I will begin work shortly....once I have composed myself!

Alone?....

2007-03-21T15:06:00.000+01:00

She had not wanted to go to the conference, but her manager insisted she went. Time away from her beloved home, time she could not spend how she chose to, everything about the weekend conference was organised to a tee, all hours fully accounted for, not time for her to be her. Since the relationship ended some six months ago, she'd gotten so use to being on her own in the evenings, and really looked forward to the weekends where she could chose what she did. Usually it would involve a trip to the coast, a walk along the sandy beach, watching her dog racing against the wind. The office and all the crap about living alone all left behind, all the crap about the relationship she'd come out of, all left behind, something she'd worked hard on doing, so much hurt had been caused by his betrayal. She thought she'd been everything he wanted, everything she'd given to him, she'd given so willingly, maybe too willingly, and that was the problem?
She didn't know, but what she knew was that he's always served himself well when it came to sex, always, he'd ensured his pleasure, ensured his needs were met, allowing him to do things they had never discussed, but where he'd simply gone ahead blindly, ignoring her views and ignoring her need to be satisfied and pleasured. She'd allowed him to blindfold her, tie her wrists to the bed posts, while he fucked her, allowing him to cum all over her, making her feel like rubbish, worthless, when she'd caught the glimpse of his expression while he jacked off over her, it was one of contempt, she didn't understand this, if only he'd have spoken with her, there were things she wanted to experience, regular orgasms for one! But there were things she'd read about and would love to have tried out, branched out and learned with him, but no, he'd other plans, too much of a misogynist to listen to her.
She'd found out that he'd been visiting an escort and was tasting his pleasures there, why did he do that ? Why had he never taken the time to explore her body, taken time to allow her orgasmic pleasures, instead he'd castigated her for being large, telling her constantly that she wasn't sexually attractive and that she was no good.....

But she'd decided that was not good for her and she'd left him, but she was missing the physical contact with a lover, self pleasuring was all well and good, but nowhere on the same scale of things, and she'd worked hard to get over his betrayal and the way she'd been treated, and had come to terms with it being just her now, placing it firmly where it belonged, in the past, but still something was missed, that feeling gnawed at her from time to time.......

She'd attended all the lunches and seminars, and this was the final dinner, it had been a wonderful evening dinner, she was sat with 11 other people at a huge round table, yet felt so very lonely. The men either side of her chatted inanely all evening, trivialities prevailed and she struggled to remain polite, what was eating her was the couples, dotted around, all 'lovey-dovey', warm and romantic, swept away by the grandeur of the place and the free champagne that wasn't in short supply. She'd eaten fairly well and not drunk very much, she liked to have a clear head at all times, especially when she had reports to write the next morning!

She retired to her room at the stroke of midnight, a wind was howling outside, rattling the panes of glass gently in the long windows, she looked outside, nothing, she saw nothingness, just blackness, a still, inky blackness, enveloping everything in the outside world. Oliterationg the trees and gardens below. She reflected on how this deep darkness epitomised her emptiness, an all consuming blackness, never ending....

She dropped the the curtain back into place and the fire crackled softly in the huge fireplace, a warm glow filled the room and she saw a flask of hot milk had been delivered to her room. She rather liked the conferences that took place in these old country mansions, they had so much more character than a standard hotel, with their cloned rooms, all identical except for the number on the door, all anonymous and impersonal. This place was beautiful, all the rooms were different, she'd been lucky and gotten one of the newly decorated rooms. Burgundies and pinks filled the room, giving it a warmth of its own, heavy velvet drapes cascaded down from the ceilings, ensuring the room was free of drafts when the weather was inclement. Gilt framed pictures of previous inhabitants filled the walls, with gilt framed mirrors placed in such a way as to give a different slant to the pictures, making some of them appear to be looking right at her. Textures were in abundance all around her, soft velvets, flocked wallpapers, crystal lights sparkling, catching the light from within them as well as the flicker of the flames from the fire. Lace drapes fell in swathes either side of the bed, a huge thing, could have easily have slept four, she felt like the Princess and the Pea princess laying in the vast deep mattress and surrounded by the luxurious pillows.

She undressed, stepping out of the black sheath dress she'd bought for the occasion, couldnt go wrong with a black dress, and being of a curvaceous disposition, she felt confident in it, scuplting her outline to enhance her ample assets, she still felt like a real woman, he hadn't eroded that from her! She always wore beautiful underwear, it was what kept her feeling good about herself. She took the dress and hung it on the hanger, standing back, she caught herself in the long mirror near to the ensuite bathroom, beautiful black lace in abundance here, a beautiful silk and lace bra, underwired to give her ample breasts support and to also give them the best support and shape, she stood there, looking at herself, a clear line of cleavage existed, thats what her neighbours at the table had enjoyed looking at while they chatted, she liked that, made her feel strong, good firm large breasts and a good cleavage, how many times had she dipped those down in the ofifce to get results? She smiled and began to look down herself, matching knickers, all lace, cut high at the sides and at the back, forming almost a directional arrow down to her arse, half covered in the silk lace, half naked, she liked the feeling of her buttocks being half naked under a sombre dress....stockings held up with suspenders completed the ensemble, she stood there, posing and smiling to herself, she was a sexy woman still, why was she alone though?

She slowly removed all items, and stood there looking at herself, she'd often thought maybe she should diet?, maybe she'd find someone to love her then, but she also disagreed with the media pressure, a shiver passed over her, and she grabbed the chiffon robe from the back of the chair and settled on the chaise longue with a mug of steaming hot milk that had been left in a flask by the night service staff. She added a dash of brandy and a smattering of sugar, this would help her sleep, she still hated sleeping alone, the lonely nights, not having anyone to cuddle up to her, no one to make love to her, no one to tell her how beautiful she was anymore. She snuggled under the warm throw, her hands cupping the hot mug and began to feel a little sleepy as she recollected the evening............her eyes dropping a little, she lay back and relaxed.......

She thought she felt a hand touch her face, softly, it felt like someone tracing a finger tip down her cheek and neck, she lay there, enjoying the feeling of being touched once more. She stirred, puzzled, and then coming to slightly, she wondered what was going on but came to the conclusion it was a dream, a dream beginning in that delicious place between awake and sleep, the twilight zone....she sipped a little more of the hot milk, draining the last drops from the mug, and closed her eyes again, totally relaxed and worn out, she really couldn't move and did'nt want to, it was like a psell had been cast, willing her to lay back and allow sleep to envelop her....

She felt the touch again, soft, she just knew it was a mans touch, a smell was detectable, just, very faintly, a strange smell, like nothing she'd smelled before, she couldnt work out what the consituents were, but traces of vanilla, musk, lemon, herbs, lavendar, all a strange mix, but definately there filling her nostrils from time to time, then fading away to almost nothing. The finger tips continued to trace across her face, down her cheek, down her neck, unwavering as it moved down, she never moved a muscle, the sensation was one she didn't want to lose again....

She stretched her neck slightly, not daring to move, in case it stopped again, she wanted this dream, this feeling, to go on and on.......

The finger tracing along her, began to be more daring, she felt the robe being opened slightly, not enough to expose her breast, but enough to show that delightful place between them, the touch prevailed, shifting down, between her breasts now, she sighed, she wanted a firmer, more urgent touch.....thinking again, no, this needs to be kept slow, slow and sensual, slow and delightful, a sensual pleasure.

More pressure was being felt by her, covering a larger area, must be a hand, she thought, yes, a hand now....moving over her soft belly, almost to her pussy, but coming back to her midline, the midline between her breasts, and then lifting gently, as the sensation enveloped her breast, she gasped, it was something she'd anticipated for so very long, holding her breast firmly, slowly massaging it, reaching for the nub of her nipple, she felt her robe slip away from both shoulders as what felt like a firm pair of hands took both breasts, holding them together, rolling them slightly as a finger and thumb delighted her hardened nipples, she moaned softly, rising her breasts towards the entity embracing them, she felt hotness at her left nipple, then the feeling of a tongue, wrapping itself around her engorged bud, she continued to feel her breasts being massaged and suckled, gently, each in turn, teeth just grazing over the deep pink nipple and areola, all puckered and hard with excitement. She felt one breast become free, and the sensation of a hand over her rounded belly again. She'd parted her legs some time ago, a reaction to the attention her breasts were receiving, a natural reaction in anticipation of fucking...........

She felt the glow of the fire on one side of her face as she turned, she wanted to open her eyes, she wasn't sure this was a dream now, she began to experience a little sound, breathing that wasn't hers, but her eyes wouldn't comply, this was too gentle and sensuous to be rape, she allowed the entity to continue, she was feeling like she was in the twilight of sleep, aware but not aware, but aware of how she felt and wanted to feel....... her mind couldn't work through this, an internal battle to focus, to wake up and to simply accept what was happening and to relish, to savour every touch, every sensation.......

She felt herself being swept up, being lifted with ease, she couldn't resist, she was helpless, totally helpless. She went to speak, and tried again to open her eyes, nothing! Nothing came out of her mouth, she finally managed to open her eyes very slightly, reminiscent of being blindfolded by him all that time ago, but this was different, he'd never shown her any feeling, no sensuality, this was different!

She saw nothing, absolute blackness, just like she'd seen outside the window earlier. She felt somehow, safe, she felt the strength of the arms carrying her, gripping her so she felt safe, she knew she was moving forward, she felt the breeze on her face, then she realised, she felt the breeze over her whole body, she was naked! She tried to reach out with her hands, she couldn't move anything, helpless, nothing worked, all she could do was allow herself to be taken..........

She felt them move down, steps she thought, definate thuds in the steps, but not hard, her carrier wasn't wearing shoes, must be barefooted, she thought, she also felt the heat from the body carrying her, and that strange scent again, she couldn't work it out. She felt herself being laid out , it was warm and cosy beneath her, soft and enveloping, she felt herself settle into the softness and relax again.

She felt the hands moving over her again, so consuming, she wanted to be taken, her pussy stirred as she felt a hand moving towards her wetness, she parted her legs, raising her knees slightly, she felt air hit her wet pussy as the lips of her moist cunt parted, the hand slipped there, she felt it slide over her clit and dip into the pool of her femininity, dipping in so very slowly and gently, she almost felt her cunt lengthen in anticipation, she felt herself being stirred, a thumb ingratiated itself over her hardened clit, sending shockwaves through her, as the fingers dipped into her, one finger to begin with, then she felt a stretch as another slipped in, probing her, far more deeply than her pussy had ever been fingered before, she was sure her cunt was completely full, something that hadn't happened with her lovers before, fingers not long enough for starters......they worked their way in and out of her, probing her, stretching her, a third and fourth now, she assumed this to be as she felt she was being stretched in stages, then she felt then reducing, and her G spot was being located, fingers were beckoning her to 'cum hither' they would not be disappointed, she felt that sensation of needing to pee, she knew it was her 'sweet spot' and that she would cum soon, a different cum too, she moaned softly as she began to reach this climax, a different feeling of orgasm this way, so very enjoyable, but a more shallow feeling, not the deep-seated rythmic waves of a clitoral orgasm...she felt her peak reached and a sensation of hotness spread down her buttocks, she knew she'd gushed slightly, this always worried here, she never really knew if it was pee or not.

The hotness began to fade, but then, replaced with another as something lapped at her, like a cat with a saucer of cream, dipping and flickering a tongue searching and finding every last drop she'd emitted, parting her buttocks, the tongue wormed its way to her puckered arse, and flickered around, no one had even been there before, while it seemed the most natural thing to do, it was off her comfort scale....

The hand pushed its way between her legs again, prising apart the milky white thighs, it began to finger her clit, teasing it, before she felt hot breath on her pussy, fingers parted her lips wide, holding them back, wide open, like she'd never been opened before, stretching her lips wide, it made her clit stand even more proud of her body, more accessible and more sensitive to touch, she felt a very pointed tongue trickled itself over her, flickering over the bud of her clit, she tried to move her hands, she wanted to feel whatever was doing this to her, she still couldn't move, her head was swimming, something in the back of her mind said this was wrong, it wasn't love, but the biggest part of her mind was telling her to take everything, savour and enjoy. This tongue, well she thought it was a tongue by the deft way it traced around her, darting in and out, drinking from her cup of Venus. A very muscular organ indeed, probed her further, reaching into her further than any tongue before, she could feel hands holding her pussy lips and thighs apart, it could only be a tongue........ Couldn't it?.......

Its position changed, and she felt her cunt being probed again by individual digits, beginning the process of stretching her again, she'd contracted after her orgasm. A finger, then another, then a warm trickling sensation, her cunt flooded with juices, never before had she been so aroused.........before she felt stretched again, and on the edge of pain, resistance was evident, she had her cunt full of fingers, the whole hand was trying to gain entry into her most secret place...she felt herself tensing up, then pain there as she did so, fear crept into her, fear she may tear, fear she may suffer, she wanted to speak but couldn't, she wanted to move but she couldn't move her arms, she wanted to reach out so very much, and feel what was doing this to her, she felt she wanted to bring her legs together to stop this, but couldn't do that either, her legs were being held wide and by something very strong indeed, not an inch, nothing, she was exposed, wide open, what could she do? She had no choice but to relax, let it take here again....resistance at her cunt entrance prevailed, until she took a deep breath in, and exhaled slowly, relaxing her grip, and in it slid, filling her completely, pushing at her, pushing in and up into her so deep now, the other hand moved back to her clit and began to torment her, she was so aroused, a few strokes and she'd be flying again....it knew that, and finished her, teasing and tormenting her clit and cunt to submisison, it took her there, to an orgasm that lasted and lasted, she felt so overwhelmed by sensation, a a high, this must be what drugs do to people she thought, this could so easily become an addiction....she felt everything leave her, nothing touched her any longer, her heart thumping so furiously inside her chest, her ears filled with the sound and her breathing so very hard..... Slowly she calmed, she was alone, nothing there, something had touched her and had slipped away? She didn't know....she felt she could open her eyes now, but all she saw was the inky blackness, nothing, warmth surrounded her, softness under her, feelings of confusion, delight, sadness, swept over her, she wanted to cry, tears pricked at her eyes, stinging her, an overwhelming rush of emotions rushed through her.

Slowly, she drifted off into sleep, as her heart rate slowed, and allowed her to slip away.
She began to hear a few noises in the distance, she tried to move her leg, stretching one out, she slipped from under the throw and felt the cold air of the morning, she opened her eyes, and lay there, still on the chaise longue, recalling snippets of the night, she couldn't piece it together at first, it was all disjointed, and fragmented, feelings rose within her, of disgust, of sexual excitement, of lust, feelings she'd not had for a long time, a very long time indeed, she put her foot back under the throw as she heard the maid bring in the tea, thanking her, she waited until she left the room before trying to get up. She felt stiff, she'd thought she'd fallen asleep in a funny position, all her limbs ached, and her hips too, aches where she'd not had aches before. She reached over and took the poured tea, swinging her legs over, she sat, thats when she felt her sore pussy. She sat on the edge of the sofa, putting a hand between her thighs, she felt sore, but was completely intact, her shoulders ached too, but she was unmarked, this was strange.....

She sat there, sipping the tea, her mind a complete mess, she'd thought she'd just had a weird dream, but if so, why on earth did she ache so much? There was no sign of anyone else there, no sign anyone had ever been there, she was the only one with a cardkey for the room, except the maid of course, and room service, but she'd not seen them since the previous day, until the morning maid brought the tea tray for her.

She'd not drunk too much the night before to not know what she'd been doing, just a couple of glasses of champagne, that wasn't excessive, but this feeling, these symptoms, the dream, all seemed so very vivid, as time went on while she drank the tea, flashbacks were coming into her mind, clear and vivid, the sensations, the stirrings, the scent, temperatures, all coming back but not in order yet......

....Closing her eyes, she was back in the thick of things again, then she recalled the feeling of a hand entering her, feelings of lust and desire, the sensation of her clit being licked to submission, so real, yet, it was obvious, she'd not left the room......the more she thought about it, the more it came back, and the better she could put it into order, as she did so, she felt her cunt twitching again, her clit stirring, her nipples extending....puting the cup back onto the tray, she lay back under the throw again, but this time, with her hand slipping between her thighs.....she didn't want to, but she felt compelled to stroke herself, she couldn't stop, physically, she couldn't stop.....

She felt her cunt slowly, the labia, swollen, parting their ways to allow her fingers to find her clitoral bud, begging to be touched, she dipped her two fingers into her cunt, she was still sore there, not painful, but enough to remind her she'd been invaded and satisfied.....her cunt was sopping wet, far more wet than when she was normally aroused, for a split second, it reminded her of the feeling after she'd been fucked hard for a weekend with a former boyfriend, one who'd screwed her for hours, filling her pussy til she dripped with him, she felt her heart quicken at the thought of that time, he'd been a good fuck, but a useless partner, and how he'd fucked her so very well, and he loved to take photo's of her pussy with his cum dripping from her....but he'd gone, and she was here......and so was a sore, fat pussy that was begging to be fulfilled yet again......she lifted her knees and allowed them to drop, exposing her cunt wider, her pussy lips parting in this position, slipping her fingers in and out of her sopping cunt, she found her left nipple, and squeezed it, they were tender too, what the fuck had gone on?

With her legs parted wide, and her pussy so wet, her mind filled with the snapshots of the night, and she wanted to feel like that again, she needed to feel like that again!

She finger fucked herself, faster and faster, ramming her hand into her soft, plump lips, her red cunt walls welcoming her administrations, her other hand left her breast, and shot to her clit, fuck! She was going to cum....going to climax again, and it was building, she was willing for her fingers to give her release, but the feelings of almost climaxing so intense, the feelings so exquisite, so intense.

"Please" she cried out "pleeeeease" She begged herself to climax, desperate, she fucked herself, three fingers, then a fourth, her clit busting, wanting to explode, but it just wouldn't... she couldn't do this any longer, the muscles in her forearms hot and ready to burst, she physically couldn't climax, what the hell was going on here?.......

To be continued

Part 5...... The last supper......

2007-03-17T15:13:00.000+01:00

..............He laid on my bed, a bath sheet spread out beneath him, a bottle of baby oil on the side table, I walked over, hiding myself beneath my robe and stood next to the bed, looking at him, his eyes closed and his breathing soft and restful.

A young body, firm, he had a smattering of chest hair in the centre and over his nipples, a fine triangle of hair also running to his pubes which were a mass of short dark curls, I on the other hand, had very few pubes, and what was there was blonde, so very faint to see....I liked to be smooth, even if no one was going down there to check me out, or so I thought, I preferred the feeling of smooth lips and just a snatch of pubes from the front. His legs wide open, his ball sack dropping down and a half erect cock lay across him, his hand resting on it and moving every so often to encourage it to grow even more, it was a beautiful sight, and in my bedroom, the only man to be in my bedroom in that house.....

I wanted to suckle on that cock again, I could taste him as I thought about it, I felt my cunt twitch at the thought of it, I'm sure I felt my cunt gush with juices too as I stood there......I loved to suck cock, now someone had actually let me, I wanted to do it more. It had been something I'd read about, seen in movies, something I knew I could do better than the blonde bimbo's, they never seemed to take their time....but I had done it now and I didnt want to stop.

But I was still so very unsure of things, and unsure of the way in which I could take the lead on things, so didn't, left that to the man, that was the way I'd been told it was, so that was that....
Opening his eyes, he looked at me, immediately he gently pulled the ties to expose me to him, looking at me, his eyes wide, his tongue licking his lips unconsciously as he looked me up and down. He pulled me towards him using the ties. I followed his movements as didn't want to rip the robe. I climbed onto the bed to straddle him, immediately my pussy sat over his cock, he began to harden, I could feel his cock growing beneath me, I adjusted his position to allow me to glide over his length, with my pussy lips either side, feeling the contact with my clit, He could see me from the front, and he could also see my arse moving, in the mirror in front of the wardrobe, a 360 veiw and he was loving it......

He dropped the robe from my shoulders and threw it to the floor, his hand concentrated on my breasts. He groaned as I rubbed my pussy over his cock, I wanted to resist the urge to mount him completely, I wanted to impale my cunt with his cock, ride it slowly, rubbing my clit against him while he teased my hardened nipples.

His hands massaged my breasts, circling them softly, his forefinger and thumb tweaking my nipples, pulling them gently to full size....cupping them , holding their heavyness in each hand, kneading them, the flesh soft and yeilding, he buried his face between them several times, taking a deep breath in as he did, taking in the scent of me, the scent of breasts..... Rolling my brown nipples between finger and thumb, brushing them ensuring they stayed hard.....

He stopped me moving, his hands slipped to my hips, "no more, please" and asked me to move off him, I was puzzled, I thought I'd done something wrong, but I hadn't, he wanted to massage me, I lay face down on the towel, and he sat astride me, just below my buttocks, straddling me like this I felt his cock on my crack, oh how I wanted that to fuck me again, but he wanted things to end in a special way, and not rushed....... I just hoped he wasn't going up my arse, that was virgin territory and not one I wanted to visit....

He took some oil and began to rub it into my back, I could still feel his cock still resting on the crack of my ample arse, rubbing up and down the crack as he leaned forwards to reach up to my shoulders, I was so very relaxed, I could have drifted off, if it were not for the hard cock teasing my arse, yearning for him to sink himself deep within me, filling my pussy to the limits and filling me with hot cum, I was fantasizing about his cock, while I could feel it teasing me, most surreal....I did'nt want to break the silence that was between us, I lay there, relishing every moment, every touch, but knowing he'd fuck me soon....

He dismounted me and grabbed a pillow, beckoning me to lift my hips up, he slid the pillow under me, raising my hips higher into the air, he nudged my legs wide apart, wider and wider, as wide as he could get them, sitting on his knees inbetween them, I had no contact with his cock now, and couldn't reach round, I was helpless, I couldn't do anything but lay there and take what came....

But he was there to pleasure me for the moment, so I lay there and simply let him do what he wanted, I was putty in his hands...I felt his fingers slipping into my cunt, two I think to begin with, his other hand slid under me, to locate my clit, pulsating and throbbing by now, It needed a mans touch, and I got it....he finger fucked me while rubbing my clit, pausing momentarily to insert another finger, spreading my cunt, against the inner walls trying to grip him, the resistance building up was terrific and felt so very good, finger and thumb pulled my clit, which by the feel of it, was really engorged and on the verge of release. I told him I was sooon coming, He stopped..and pushed a fourth finger in and fucked me furiously, I was begging for him, begging for him to see me over the edge to ecstacy, and he did, and didn't stop when I'd finished, he was not letting me come down from this, keeping me on the edge a while longer, I felt so tight against his fingers, still fucking me, but now so very slowly, his concentration on my clit never wavered and I was soon getting close again.....then he stopped and plunged his cock right into me, Oh my God, that felt so very good, I slipped my own hand to my clit, wriggling between the pillow and my hips, I soon located my nub and yelled at him to fuck me hard, through gritted teeth I begged and he complied, gripping my hips either side, he rammed his hard cock deep into me, his thighs slapping into me with his hard ramming, I began to shake as I came again, and soon, through the mists of orgasm, felt him become even harder, which I hadn't felt possible, and finally he moaned out loud as his filled me, filled me to overflowing with cum, I felt it dribble all over my hand still rubbing my clit slowly, he still pumped his cock into me, but his strength and speed not diminishing as he came back to earth.....

He moved to lay next to me, neither wanting to break the silence, I suppose too, that neither of us knew really what to say next. I got up, taking my robe from the floor, I went to the bathroom to wash and freshen up, giving us a little space to collect thoughts again. When I came out, he was stood on the landing outside the bathroom, dressed, I knew then, this was it, the end.....

We went downstairs, he held me close and kissed me, telling me I was an amazing woman, thanking me for the times we'd shared, thanking me for living his fantasy through, and for making it every thing he thought it would be.....one last kiss and he was gone, I knew there was never going to be any relationship or anything, I wasn't stupid, we had simply fulfilled fantsasies on both sides, and broken the curse of celibacy, and had a bloody good time in the event........I showered again and re-made the bed and straightened the house, no one would ever know what had gone on there, I opened the doors to outside and sat in the garden with a coffee and a cigarette, enjoying the memories, everytime I moved I felt the memory, I had one sore pussy, but I didn't mind at all......The text signal went, It was him, thanking me, wising me well, and asking me to never forget what a time we had, and that he wouldn't......I never replied.......

Part 4, Culmination......

2007-03-17T15:10:00.000+01:00

..........................................He held me hard against the wall, frantic kissing, hands fumbling to gain entry to my robe, my hand running over his muscular back, his crotch pushing into mine, I felt his cock, straining to be unleashed, loud noises emanated as he kissed my neck, my breasts, my lips full on. It flashed through my mind, the scenario of rape, but this wasn't that, this was hot passion, desire, needing, needing on both sides, I wanted to fuck, and to fuck again, and to be fucked, and kissed, and licked, and stroked, Iwanted it all and now....

My leg wrapped around him, pulling him closer to me, he now held my arms up against the wall, a totally submissive position for me to be in, and I loved it, pinned against the wall by this beautiful young man......frenetic passions were rising, and release needed to come, we needed a rapid release and then to be able to concentrate on the real pleasure, we needed carnal pleasure first and foremost.

He pulled back, close to my ear, he whispered to me, asking could he now fuck me....did I now beleive him? Of course, he could, of course I did now! and as we continued in the frantic kissing and groping, moved slowly to the lounge, I broke away, to close the curtains, I had a sliding patio door and anyone opposite could see in, and while I couldn't give a fuck, I felt he would want the privacy.

As I turned round to see him again, he'd started to undress, opening his jeans I saw he'd not bothered with boxers, just his trousers and a shirt, his shoes had already been kicked off in the hallway.

He sat spread out on my sofa, his magnificent cock proud and erect, laying on his belly, a belly covered in soft dark curls coming to a point at his umbilicus and then spreading out to his nipples. His cock lay there, the purple end glistening, twitching form time to time, beckoning me to take it in my hands, my lips, my cunt.

He stroked his cock for me, smiling, asked if I liked what I saw, of course I did, it was cock and it was here for me! All for me!
I stood in front of him, my robe still on me, but wide open, my belly soft, thighs together, my breasts waiting for his touch, my pussy ached for him, I didnt care if it was cock, fingers or tongue, it just needed attention. I wanted him to move me, to feel me, to touch me, to fuck me, to hold me, to watch me..........He moved forward, I placed one leg up onto the sofa edge, and he slipped his hand between my legs, parting my fat labial lips, engorged with blood and lust, soft to the touch, like velvery, soft one way when being stroked, but with a slight texture the opposite way, 24 hours after shaving you see.....I steadied myself with a hand on his shoulder, I wondered for a second, how I'd manage to stay upright, when all I wanted to do was to melt into a pool of orgasm, he slid two fingers in deep....

"My God Woman, you're fucking wet" He whispered...

" I want to taste you, sliding his fingers out, he looked me straight in the eye and sucked his own fingers, glistening with my cunt juices before sliding them in again, then bringing then to my lips to taste, that sweet musky scent of sex aroused me further, even though it was my own aroma.

He moved me round, so he was kneeling on the floor and I was now spead-eagled over my sofa, my pussy gaping wide, he stayed still a moment, looking, studying me, parting my labia holding each petal with finger and thumb, pulling me wide and taught, opening me wider still before sinking his tongue into me, a thick muscular tongue, I felt the tip worming around inside me, Oh my....... This was just something.......I could have taken him completely inside, as he worked tongue and fingers into me, slowly, teasing me, brushing my hardened clit I thought I would burst so very soon, he worked two fingers in and out of me, then three, then four, stretching my almost virgin cunt, I'd not had anyone finger fuck me, except myself in over a year and it felt sooooo good to lay back and enjoy the ride, I wondered if he was going to try for the thumb as well, a fist in my cunt would have been just the ultimate, but he drew short and pulled his fingers out.
Tasting them again, he now let me hold his cock, a large one for such a slim young man, a good 8" and thick, I wanted to suck him, be he wouldn't let me, stopping me, he said

"No, I want to fuck you to cumming and feel my cock pump into you"

"If its been so long since you fucked, I want to make tyhis oen to remember for always...."

" I want to fuck you as you cum, then, fuck my hot sperm into you, filling you, filling your fat, juicy cunt to the brim, then I want to come out of you, and watch as it dribbles out of you....."

I was lost, I would have let him do absolutely anything now, I was putty in his hands, totally at his beck and call.....

Pulling me towards him, he entered me, I gasped with delight, a curse had been broken and what a way to do it, fingering my clit as he fucked me, my legs wrapped round him, skin slapped onto skin loudly, he called out to me, then arched his neck back and told me he was coming, and boy, did he, I felt every last pump of that thick cock, the heat searing through me as his seed spilled, he paused momentarily for the last drops to finally depart his body with a last thrust,and then looked me in the eye..."your turn.."

And keeping that thick cock inside me, I could feel it still hard, filling my born again virgin cunt,he brought me to orgasm, it didn't take much, but was by far, sweeter than any I could have ever done myself, I never wanted this to end, the feeling of elation rushing through my body, my cunt rippling, still gripping that cock of his, which I could feel rock hard again, Oh the joy of youth, I recall thinking!

My heart felt like it would burst, all that energy rushing through me, better than any drugs could ever deliver. My skin felt like it was on fire, hearing was gone, it was all just a swirl, nothing mattered, nothing.....

I spent what seemed half a lifetime in this whirl of emotions, energy, adrenaline and sex, hearing coming back slowly, eyes beginning to focus again, seeing he was looking right at my juicy fat cunt.... with his cock still semi hard, and still nestled inside of me, he pulled out a little to look more.

"Oh my God, your cunt is fantastic, I have never seen or felt anything like that before" As he spoke, I felt his cock physically lengthen and thicken, twitching into a nother life , Oh the joys of a youthful cock! I thought as I felt him filling me completely......
He fucked me slowly, rocking that cock in and out, teasing me, pulling almost all the way out, a few slight strokes just to keep pussy open, before plunging in deep again, I was riding the crest so very quickly again, he had one hand on my nipple and one on my clit, his cock in my cunt, he was seeing to all my needs....I could hear him getting more breathless, so knew he'd be cumming again soon, so moved to make him withdraw from me, I moved to allow him to take up his place on the sofa, and now I knelt before him, looking him straight in the eye.

I took hold of his cock, thick and hard, and stroked up and down the shaft slowly, tip to balls and back again, so very wet from slipping out of my cunt, which was still full of his juices, dripping down mu inner thigh as I knelt before him. Licking my lips and watching him, maintaining eye contact, and moving slowly to take his cock in between my lips, wrapping my tongue around the bulbous head, purple and swollen, tracing my tongue tip around the rim of his end, and my fingers slipping around the base, in tandem with my lips, I massaged the whole length of his cock with my lips and hands, his hands now on the back of my head, I could feel the pressure rising, he groaned out loud that he was going to cum again, and I soon felt the pulsations begin at the base of his thick cock, taking the first spurt of cum juices into my mouth, I continued to stroke and lick his cockhead, the cum dribbling over my breasts as I directed it down, recalling what he'd told me before, dripping off my nipples, he pumped and pumped his seed all over me, while still watching, it seemed the more he watched to more intense he came and the more he shot over me, until eventually he was spent.......

Discreetly I moved and took a tissue to clean myself and gathered myself up, wrapping the robe around me again. He half lay, half sat on my sofa, how on earth was I going to be able to look at this sofa again, knowing what had gone on there? How would I react when my mother came to visit and sat exactly where he was?! That was enough, forget it, clear my head. What had I just done, cum was dribbling down the inside of my thick white thighs and was drying on my breast, on the sofa was a gorgeous naked young man, a happy young man to boot!
I offered him the use of the shower, he accepted, kissing me hard again, he left to go upstairs, and while he showered, I tidied up the lounge and went upstairs, thinking I'd have a shower when he left, which I presumed would be once he'd showered.

I amused myself in my room, which was opposite the bathroom, and he came out, still glistening, a towel wrapped around his waist, and came in and sat on the bed next to me. I told him I wanted to shower too, he could either wait here for me, or I'd wait if he was leaving...."No, I don't want to go yet" he said quietly, so I told him to stay where he was while I showered.......
To be continued.....

Part 3....Dangerous Liasons...

2007-03-17T15:08:00.000+01:00

And so, I drove to the pub where we'd arranged to meet, as I pulled in, I saw him stood leaning up against his car, arms folded, now wearing jeans and an open necked shirt, shit he looked delicious!

As I drew closer, he saw me, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw what I was driving. I had my pride and joy, a Ford Streetka. I loved my car and it made me feel good driving it. He began walking over to my car parking space to have a look, beaming broadly, he simply looked and went "WOW" He commented I looked very sexy and what a car to be sexy in! I stayed quiet, taking in all what I was seeing, reading the body language, watching his face for signs of mickey-taking, I was still hesitant to say the least, to me this was just an transaction, his money for my sons PS games, and a drink thrown in, as well as a little flattery that, If I am totally honest, was doing me the world of good! He smiled at me constantly, his eyes meeting mine so very often, his eyes wide and excited, he smelled wonderful too, a wisp opf hair poked from beneath the shirt, my heart raced when i saw this, combined with his aroma, he exuded sex.....!

He took my hand firmly after I'd locked the car, telling me to leave the games until later, we'd have a drink first, after all it was the start of the weekend... We went into the bar, most people were at the other end having early evening meals, so it was fairly quiet, he ordered the drinks and I went to find a seat. Worried someone may see us, I chose one right tucked away in a corner and sat myself in the corner so I could see who was going by, expecting him to sit opposite. But no, he came and sat beside me, leaning very close, he spoke about how lovely I smelled, at that time I wore a perfume called

Angel by Thierry Mugler, and five years ago it wasn't as common in the perfumeries as it is now, so was a fragrance that was noticeable as being different, it was one that warmed to the wearer, heavy on vanilla and musk, so very sexy, but it was my signature perfume, I always wore it, and he commented he smelled it earlier when I first spoke to him. I thanked him, and he went on telling me I was gorgeous, sexy and completely fuckable.

I blushed and told him not to be silly, he was a very good looking young man, and I will admit, I would loved to have fucked him, but I knew it wasn't right....but couldn't out my finger on it, I suppose it was simply the age thing and not believing what he said to me.

He told me I had better start believing him, and with that, took my hand and placed it on his crotch, which was absolutley bulging!! I was shocked, I hadn't believed him at all, how could he fake that? Holding my hand over his cock for a few seconds, not allowing me to move other than to give a gentle squeeze, he looked me straight in the eye and told me how he wanted to fuck me, speaking softly, I had to lean into him, his breath was hot on my already red hot neck. Eventually he allowed my hand to move away, and I took a big gulp of wine to try to steady the shakes I had by now!

I felt hot, dizzy, confused, everything was whirling round in my head, here was a good looking young man with a fabulous feeling rock hard cock wanting to fuck me, yes ME!

He sent me to the bar, he couldn't get up from this raging hard-on, but it was a few minutes respite for me to gather my thoughts, had he taken something I wondered, Viagra and its copies were not so prevalent, so I was a shade puzzled. I took the drinks and walked back, he beckoned me to sit beside him again, he was right in the corner. He sat close, and taking my hand again, held it over his cock, still hard, firmly holding my hand over his bulge, laughing with nerves I asked if he'd taken something or had something stuffed down there, he began undoing his zip, sliding my fingers inside, I felt the heat of his body

"Now do you believe me?" he asked.......

I was still so very confused and unsure, but excited, my panties were wet, and I was desperate to slip a hand there but we were in a corner of a public bar....not the right place!
He started whispering in my ear, of exactly what he'd like to do with me, at the same time, his hand slipped under the hem of my skirt and he was barely touching the inside of my thigh, but it felt so electric....he wanted to suckle my breasts, he had imagined how they feel in his hands, soft and supple, the warm flesh yeilding to his touch, the big nipples rising before his eyes, how he wanted to run his tongue all around them before resting to suckle at the pinnacle of my breast, his other hand slipping between my legs, his hand forcing them apart, fingers finding the cleft of my labia, and slipping in between to feel the clit, already hard with this words and whispers.......If I could have lain wide open then, I would have done....I stopped him, I didnt want to make an idiot of myself in public, I didnt give a fuck now, wether he was taking the piss or not, he could break the year long celibacy I had been in, I didnt give a fuck!

I moved away, composing myself, and getting my breath, agreeing to change the subject to allow things, and hard ons to settle, we sat there a while, finishing the drinks. No more to drink as we were both driving, we couldn't go to each others houses, his brother and wife were staying with him for the weekend, and my son was at home. We stood outside the car for a while, before I unlocked it and we both sat in, he gave the car a once over, loving it, and gob-smacked that I owned such a sporty car. I think if dogging had been around at the time, thats what we'd have done then, desperate for a good fuck, what a sight that would have been, the older woman in a sports car, with a oyung stud in tow!
I pushed him away, we were still in a very public place and I didnt want to break the year long with a fumble in a car park, despite everything, I was better than that! So he grabbed me and kissed me so very passionatley, telling me I'd see him tomorrow and how we would fuck all afternoon. I hadn't said anything more, I said fair enough, and he left, with no arrangement in place, I was not going to come over clingy and chase.... I was not going to fuel any fires, see what woulod happen and that was it!
I went for a drive to clear my head a little, it didn't really work, and while I sat in the car outside my house, the phone went, another text, thanking me for meeting, but we'd forgotten to exchange the bloody games and money! Just as I was replying that it would wait til Monday now, another text came through, I carried on and sent before reading.....he was telling me how we would see each other the next day and how we would be fucking, hard, how he'd be stroking and licking my pussy..something no one had ever done for me.....shit! I needed to come, I needed to frig myself stupid and get this out of my system! I got in the house and went to the bathroom, I wanted to splash my face with cold water, an icepack for my cunt to halt all feeling there, I needed something to bring me to my senses, thoughts and flashes of the evening were still all over the place....

My son was in his room, when I knocked, he said he was having an early night as wanted to watch some films on TV in his room, shut the door and be quiet was his parting shot!

So, I poured myself a larger glass of wine and sat in my garden with a smoke to wind down. I sat there until it was late, a couple of hours, the bottle nearly all done, as I lived on the outskirts of the city, it was also very dark, the breeze warm and the bugs flying furiously in the light, but I was clearing the mists of confusion, weighing up what I'd said and done, what I'd felt, and literally felt......

I'd heard the text message bleep time and time again, but ignored them for a while.
I had a shower, a long lingering shower, paying attention to myself, and I was going to rub myself so very slowly while my mind recounted all what had gone on that evening, fuck it, I thought, I;d get something from it even if it was just the fantasy

I took another glass of wine to bed, I closed my door and lay down,opening the text box to read what had been sent, there was about five messages,

" I want to fuck you, I want to open your legs and sink my face bewteen them, smelling woman, tasting woman, licking a real woman" I want to fuck you softly and slowly, I wnat to fuck you hard, I want you to ride my hard cock while I grasp your breasts"

"My cock is so hard because of you, I'm going to have to do something, what would you like me to do?"

I replied..." hold your cock in your hand, close your eyes and think of my hand, slowly slowly rubbing you for balls to tip, building up the speed slowly, cupping your balls in one hand, while I slip the end of your cock into my lips....."

" Fucking hell woman, I can't hold back, its hard to text with one hand" " I need to cum, but I want to cum in your cunt and then lick you out as you dribble my juices..." I want to cum over those breasts, to see my cum dripping from those nipples"

A while passes.....

"beep beep"

"Oh my god, I have just cum, bring on the tissues...."

I played with my clit more now, reading the messages, before dropping the phone to complete the scene.....

"beep beep"

"what are you doing?"

I pick up the phone and begin to text back

" I stroked my clit ( had trouble with this as had to enter it into the dictionary)

I felt my cunt getting wetter and slipped three fingers in, tasted and smelled my own cunt juices, before using the wetness over my clit to bring myself to cum!"

I had gone beyond giving a fuck now, I had had too much to drink, was so fucking frustrated and it was by phone, not face to face, I need never see him again, so fuck it!

I carried on texting with one hand, while stroking myself still, he texted back still, deliciously describing what he would do to me, and what he wanted me to do to him, how he wanted to feel his cock in my hands, my mouth and my cunt, how he wanted to fuck me so very slowly, looking into me as he did, and how, after he'd fucked me like that, he would turn me over and fuck me hard from behind, so animalistically, fucking me hard, ramming his cock home into me as he watched in a mirror....my hand was feeling my wet pussy, I couldn't stop, my hand was there and slipping in and out my wet cunt as I read the text messages, then, the phone rang! it was him, asking me what I was doing.......I fumbled a bit, before he came right out and asked if I was masturbating, was I feeling myself, but imagining it was his fingers, his tongue, his hands, his cock?........I admitted I was, this was something I'd never doen to any other living soul, I'd admitted I was masturbating and was on the verge of coming again.....what the hell, I thought, I was still only at the end of the telephone, so why be embarrassed? I carried on, I told him, just how wet I was, and how if I could have pulled my panties off in that bar, I'd have done so, what the fuck I thought!

"Lay down, and lay the phone next to you, on loudspeaker, I can talk to you more then" he said,I did what I was told,
" tell me what you're doing"
"I'm pulling my nipple, right breast, it 's hard and erect ,it feel like there's a direct line of feeling to my cunt" Oh my god, I was now talking so very dirty, another first !...
"My other hand is between my legs, my legs are open so wide, as wide as they can get, my pussy lips are parted wide and my clit is proud of me, the lightest touch is electric"
He continued to talk to me, telling me in that deep voice, what he would do, what he wanted me to do, and I couldn't hold off any longer, and I came, shattering, blocking out all surroundings, everything, I was detached from reality for what seemed ages, I kept on stroking my hardened clit, not wanting it, the feeling to end.....
As reality came back to me, I found the telephone, he was still connected, but quiet, I cut off, thinking he'd gone, I got up and had a shower, I was so hot and sticky, my room smelled of sex, that musky odour of an excited pussy.....After the shower, I went downstair and made a hot drink, It was so very late now, but I wasn't tired, confused still, but not tired, sober too. I took my cup of tea outside and sat a while in the garden again, my sanctuary, all quiet and still. As I smoked and toook the tea, I reflected of exactly what I'd done. A mix of feelings came flooding in, excitement, confusion, pleasure, embarrassment, shame, all sorts whirling aorund my head, this one would take some working through!

I went back upstairs after locking up again, and saw I had got a text, he told me he'd come, he'd been masturbating again, I didn't know whether to believe him, but the fantasy that he might have been telling the truth was much more delicious, that he'd been saving it up and had not had sex for ages, .....I played along......then realising the time, told him I'd have to go, I needed to sleep, but how I'd manage that with all this going on in my head, I did'nt know........He told me not to worry, sleep would come when it was ready, and that he'd see me the next day, that was 100%. but as I'd not made any arrangements or told him my address, I passed it off as talk....

Sleep finally came, and so did the dreams, dreams of being fucked, but not by him, by entities of hardened cocks, I remember that dream so very clearly, just hard cocks coming out of the shadows and fucking in all different ways.....waking to that delicious feeling, I felt so turned on again, I had to bring myself to climax again that morning on waking, but that didnt take much doing!
I got up, slipping on my PJ's I got coffee and breakfast ready for us both, my son was off to his fathers later that morning, so I'd have a lazy morning until he'd gone, then I was going to shower and go shopping, to treat myself to somthing nice, I sat on the patio drinking my coffee, smoking as cigarette, recounting the weird night before, waiting for my son to go. His father arrived and off he went, and I locked up and went to take a shower after clearing the kitchen up.....I'd just gotten out of the shower, when the doorbell went, I though it was my son who'd maybe come back for something and forgotten his keys, grabbing my blue floral short wrap, I went downstairs and shouted I was coming.....I couldn't see who was there, in the shadow I could see it was someone the same height as my son, I thought it weird that my son never shouted for me to hurry up, this was his normal manner! I found the keys and unlocked, I stood there speechless for a few seconds, It was the young man!
"How the hell did you know where I lived?" I asked..
"Ahh.....Simple, I knew your name from the email at work, and you'd said which area you lived in, but not which road, but with this car it wasn't hard, I remembered the registration number and watched as your son left.....I drove around, because I was nervous about coming like this" He told me, we stood there, I began to realise the wrap I was wearing was the sheer one, and as I'd just gotten out of the shower, I was a shade chilly, and my nipples were clearly on end!
Within a second, he was inside the house, had taken the keys and put them back in the lock and turned then, Shit! I thought, I'm in trouble!!!!
He must have seen the look of panic across my face, he took hold of me and said he'd told me I would be seeing him, now I was. I relaxed a little, Oh well, I was going to fuck and be fucked, no backing out now......He put his phone and keys down on the dresser in the hall, and took hold of me again, this time, kissing me hard, My God, this boy wasn't fucking kidding, I felt his crotch grind into mine, and his cock harden almost intantaneously....my back against the wall, I was pinned there, his hands grasping at me, he whispered in my ear...
"Oh mmmmyyyyyy......., you're exactly as I thought, exactly as I wanted, I want to fuck you so much....."
The door was locked, and he was there with me, I was going to have the time of my life, he was in my house, and wanted me, but there were things he was going to do for me too.......
To be continued........

Part 2...Still learning

2007-03-17T15:05:00.000+01:00

And so I continued living a life without a partner, I was in contact with men, through various dating websites, but as I'd settled for what ever I got before, I wasn't going to do that again. Despite many dates and coffee's with men, not one of them did anything for me, there was no 'rush' of adrenaline, no chemistry with any of them, while they were very nice, there was no way I was going to jump into bed with any of them. I don't know what it was but I was finding fault with every one of them, yet they were chasing for second, third dates, offering weekends away and so on, but I was always going home alone and still continuing to satisfy myself. I had many men who were really good friends, I'd found it easier to talk to them, I'd never been one to sit and discuss the virtues of lipsticks, and they seemed to enjoy my company, but they were all married, and one rule I stuck to religiously, was not to come between husband and wife, I knew the hurt that caused, never would I have done that! What was wrong with me I'd often wonder? I wondered whether it was something deep within me, I was still a large woman, but that never seemed to bother any of the men I went out with, in fact it was the opposite, which was something I had to work through as both the ex's had denigrated me so very often, telling me I'd always be with them as no one else would want me being a fat cow, my self esteem had been at a very low point for a long time with regard to my body image. No matter what I've done throughout my life, I have never been a lightweight, never been skinny, even when I was growing up as a teenager, I was doing sport seven days a week at city and county level, swimming, athletics, cross country and hockey kept me occupied every day, plus from the age of 13 I worked Saturdays and two evening per week, so no matter how occupied I was physically, I never seemed to be a skinny girl, I had been teased mercilessly at school, this was the main reason I began all the heavy training schedule, it soon shut them up when I was competing alongside the boys and beating them!

But I went through a lot of confusion, sometimes I felt very sexy, my breasts had always been a good hand full, my ass too, but I'd always had a bit of a jelly belly after having the children, I was very ill after both and the post natal exercises were by the wayside, so while I loved my breasts and the cleavage, and the fact I could fill a pair of jeans, but I was still not comfortable in being naked in front of anyone, even at times, in from of myself, sometimes I'd lay on my bed exploring and masturbating with something on, hiding parts of me I didn't want to see.
I still couldn't work out what it was with these men, they just didn't stir me within and I went 12 months without having sex with anyone, it was a young man, not far off my daughters age, who broke the celibacy......I have never told anyone of this either, I suppose maybe shame, as he was only 22 and I was 39 at the time....but here's what happened....and its all true,100% true and has lain at the back of my mind for the last five years, a delicious memory......

My son decided to sell some PlayStation games, and at work we had intranet system, with a whole network for staff, advertisements for property, things for sale, swap, sports events etc, were all on the bulletin board, so I put the games he wanted to sell on there as it was free. I sold a couple and had three left, a young man emailed me to say he wanted to have a look at all three, could I meet him outside the office building the next afternoon, so I said yes of course and thought nothing of it.
The next day, was a Friday, I met him at 4pm, as I was finishing early that day, one of the perks of being a manager, I found his car and chatted for a minute while I got the games out and he had a look, he said he wanted them, could he have my number as he needed to get to a cashpoint and he'd call me to meet with the money over the weekend.

Not a problem, so gave him my mobile number and carried on, walked to get my car and went shopping. I'd been shopping on the way home and had heard the message tone go off while I was paying, but had ignored it until I got back to the car some 10-15 minutes later. It was a good job too, the text was from this young man, I can't even remember his name! But was very saucy indeed, he started off by telling me he'd got the money on the way home, would I meet him later for a drink at a pub near to us both? He'd said where he lived earlier when we first chatted, but then he went on to say I was a sexy looking woman, with a lovely smile, but with the most beautiful arse he'd seen in a long time! so thought he was just having a laugh at my expense. I replied saying I'd meet him, but for him to not take the piss out of me, he was buying a couple of PS games and that didn't give him licence to take the piss, I took what he'd said in the text very negatively indeed!

He immediately texted back, telling me he was deadly serious, and got even more saucy, telling me how he'd gotten a hard on while talking to me, that I'd inadvertantly bent down to him in the car and given him a lovely view of my breasts, and how he wanted to touch and feel, stroke and tease them.....I sat there in the car, surrounded by shoppers going to and from their cars and the store, my face absolutely beetroot red but my clit bursting to be touched, whatever he said, was doing something, he was certainly hitting the right buttons.

I texted back, telling him, he was a very nice young man and that if I was 15 years younger I'd happily jump his bones.....and that he would be ideal for my daughter and not me.....he texted back, telling me he didn't like girls his own age, had always gone out with women much older than himself, preferring a softer yielding body, loving someone teaching him, educating him sexually, the fact that the older woman wasn't full of needyness after sex and being clingy afterwards.

I said I'd meet him later to get the money for the games and have a drink, that was it as far as I was concerned, but thanked him for making me feel very special for a little while. He texted back, would I meet him later that we'd originally said, he wanted to go home and shower....so that was OK, I could do the same, so arranged to meet later.....

I'd just about got home, the text signal went again....a saucy one, telling me how he was now naked after his shower, and how while washing himself, he'd gotten very hard and aroused, thinking of my soft large breasts.......how he wanted to fuck me slowly, fuck me hard, slow, how he wanted his cock between my breasts, and to come like that.....my god I was getting so turned on, my head was telling me to not be so bloody silly, that he was just taking the piss out of me, that it was a bet, then logic would come in, he was still a man, I did have great breasts, and boy, I did want him to fuck me...to break me in again....fear crept in, no man had ever made me orgasm during sex, he was on his way to making me come by bloody text! This was something....he also worked at the same company, and I was a manager and he knew that, and knew the problems I could cause for him if he was being out of order, but I decided to get on with things, shower, change and go out. Text messages kept coming, shit, this bill was going to be a big one.....

I eventually got out of the house, I resisted the urge to masturbate, saving that for when I came home later, I knew it would be a quick meet and drink, so knew I'd not have to wait long....I said bye to my son and told him I wouldn't be long....
Part 3 to follow......

Part 1.....The Beginning

2007-03-17T14:59:00.000+01:00

I have been married before, twice in fact, and they were not nice experiences, but ones I certainly learned from.

It took me years to realise I was a beautiful person inside and outside, I didn't have to be built like a super-model or have my face airbrushed, all I needed was confidence, which two ex's certainly did'nt provide........ I had a sharp mind, a giving nature and wanted to please people. I had good skin and hair, and wore nice clothes that suited me, and didn't always follow fashion, I was never 'one of a flock'.
I lost my virginity at the age of 18 to the one that was to be husband No1, it was a rather niaive affair, a fumble and a risk of pregnancy overshadowed the event, so not one I recall with relish. I was 18, he, a year older, we'd waited some time, having dated since I was 16, supposed first loves, true loves, but as I am older and look back, wasn't so. I beleive I was simply amazed that someone wanted me, ME! He was a drummer in a band, and I was the girlfriend, I had a position, I suppose I was washed away with that for some time? We dated and married, set up a home on a shoe string, I was training to be a nurse, him an electrician.We went on working, growing up and two years later, having two children but I never really enjoyed sex with him. He never took the time to learn my body, was simply there for what he wanted, his pleasure and while I lost my virginity to him, I never managed to orgasm with him in some eight years that we were together sexually!

As time went on, I lost interest in having sex with him, he was not the cleanest of people, only taking a bath when I ran it for him, bathed him and put new clothes out, he only changed his clothes when I put new out, he didnt want a wife, he wanted a mother figure. So, it was no wonder I lost interest, I could easily masturbate in the bath and silently satisfy myself......As time went on, I lost even more interest, using all the excuses under the sun to avoid sexual contact with him, the old story of too tired, headaches and worries took over all aspects of life, I was too shy to actually say he'd never made me reach anywhere near orgasm, and to be honest, I couldnt be bothered by this stage.

The masturbation angle was a tricky one for me to come to terms with inside my head, I'd been brought with a rather puritanical bent on things, as I was growing up I was told if I was to touch myself I'd go to hell but would be blinded first, probably one of the reasons I never told anyone my eyesight was bad, I was too scared of saying anything for fear that I'd have been thought ill of! But he bought home the magazines and video's from work, I would sneak a look at them and get turned on by them, sneaking off to satisfy the need in the loo...I never knew if he used them for that, certainly there was never any suggestion of using them to enhance sex, or to get me interested, they stayed on his side of the room and that was it, so I simply threw myself into the children.

The marriage deteriorated and we parted, I stayed alone for a couple of years before falling for the old line of "well if you don't marry me, then who will, you've got two kids"a friends brother showed interest in me, he came with the trappings I'd been missing out on and within a couple of months, I'd seccumbed to his charms and we married, so he achieved something he wanted, to be married, and I got a partner again, hoping things would improve as time went on.

And so I hoped this one would awaken me, but no, he was worse, the kids were off my hands at weekends, so there was time, and the house to ourselves, he thought it was wrong to make love with the sun in the sky, proper people didnt have sex or make love during the day, sex was for nightime and with the lights off!
Dressing up was out of the window too, I was laughed at when I said I wanted to wear stockings and suspenders, told I was too fat, I'd look stupid and what was the point, the lights were off so he could'nt see. My protestations that he could touch and feel the contrast of sensual fabric and soft skin were ignored, and so I never did dress up, I never owned anything remotely sexy, and through the damage of words to my self esteem, I shut down again, concentrating on a career and a life on my own, which I knew would come eventually as I planned to leave the home once the kids had left school, I could wait like this for another two years, no problem.
I just didn't understand this man, I couldn not talk to him, any talk of sex was met with a red face and him leaving the room! Any sexual position other than him on top was taboo and I'd be challenged as to why I was trying to get on top, or why on earth would I want to put his penis into my mouth, he'd never engage in oral sex, telling me it was dirty..... ?

The Kids knew I wanted to go and supported me all the way, but of course, they didn;t know all the truths going on, no one knew what was really going on, no one knew of the degradation and the hurt I was suffering inside, as well as the sheer bloody frustration!
Things came to a head and I couldnt wait any longer, one thing No2 had was a loose tongue, and he let something slip about the numbers in his mobile phone directory...he was easy to read so we worked out his PIN while he was in the shower, I found two numbers I didn't recognise, so jotted them down. We locked the phone again and I kept the numbers safe, one day at work, I called the numbers, escorts, or hookers in my book! I couldn;t beleive this, he didnt want to explore anything sexually with me, yet would pay for it? I felt disgusted to begin with, ashamed that I'd driven him to it, and then the realisation broke through, was it my fault? What had I done wrong? Was I not willing to talk, not willing to try to work things through? The conculsion was that I was not the one at fault, despite all the guilt being laid at my feet.
It certainly explained a lot, why he never approached me for sex at all within the last 12 months of the marriage, why it was never questioned, nothing...why he never had any money, why he'd dissappear at weekends for hours, telling me he'd been shopping, yet never brought anything home, why one New Year's Eve he went out at 3pm, telling me he' be 2-3 hours visiting family, and came back 28 hours later and not a word......

I was gone from there within the following two months, telling him 10 minutes before I walked out on him, finally, exactly why.....he stood there " If thats how you feel, OK then" was the parting shot from him, no answer to that is there?.....
I set up house with my son, my daughter went to live with her father, who, I might add, had actually become a great friend to me, he'd found another partner and we all got on well in our roles, couldn't make things work together, but apart was cool!
I lived with my son for 18 months where I sorted myself out, mentally I worked things through, I read books and magazines, I watched programmes on TV, all about sex, I educated myself, just needed someone to practice with now!

I had all the weekends free, on my own, my son would be at this fathers, so I had time to be me, and time to find out who I was, what I liked, what I didnt like, what felt nice and what didn't and what make me feel good. I masturbated, I tried all sorts of things, I bought vibrators and books mail order, my son asking me what was in the parcel, of course I never told him, but I'd be so excited and would look forward to the weekend.....

Saturdays would come, I'd gotten into a routine of not getting dressed til later, on would go the PJ's when it was time to get up, breakfast would be done, the housework done, my son collected by his father, then my fun time would begin.

A last coffee, a last smoke then lock the doors, I'd have a luxurious bubble bath, soaking for ages, washing every single bit of me, preening and pruning, I'd take care of legs, underarms, bikini area, a facial, hairwashed and dried, perfumed, I'd slip into bed again, fresh sheets on a Saturday, and I'd be dying to begin, a little reading, or watching some lightweight porno movie I'd recorded in the week would really be what I needed, then I'd begin to explore, a long mirror placed at the foot of my bed, so I could see all I was, I'd part my pussy lips and look carefully at myself, I was'nt ugly, a pussy opened up was not a bad sight, why had No2 declined to lick me there? I never worked that one out.
What was wrong with having a good look at each other intimately, what was wrong with exploring with fingers and tongue? What was so wrong with foreplay? What was wrong with fingering me to orgasm, playing with my clit, seeing what it could do for me, watching as I was taken to orgasm, what was so wrong in that? Why had he used hookers when I was here, willing to learn.....?
I'd heard years before, "never put anything into your pussy you wouldnt put in your mouth" good rule of thumb that one, His cock went into my cunt so why couldn't I suck on his cock, it was a nice looking one. average length but nicely thick, on the rare occasions we did have sex, I always enjoyed the sensation of him entering me the first thrust, parting the way into me, that would be the only pleasureable part from my point of view...anyway, I digress....

I would look at my cunt, it was beautiful, I love looking at cunts, they are like flowers, their petals opening to reveal the centre, fragrant and soft, I loved looking at mine, I loved seeing what I looked like when I masturbated, when I put fingers inside myself, when I inserted the vibrator, when I found things around the house I'd cleaned for play, I loved playing, exploring. There was no one in my life to explore so I pleasured myself, I loved looking at my cunt as I brought myself to orgasm, seeing it flush with colour and feeling it throbbing....
Sometimes I would have flashes of panic, where I thought I'd be punished for this, but if we weren't meant to be pleasured like this, why would we have the gifts there?....I was also conscious that this was no substitute for a relationship, sharing in the pleasures was what I wanted, but I wasn't going to throw myself at anyone for the sakes of sexual pleasure, I had regained my dignity and pride, but I'dcome a long way, a journey undertaken alone, I knew now, what I did want in a partner and where I would not compromise ......
To be continued......

Why?

2007-03-16T22:14:00.000+01:00

I have often sat and wondered why, why at my age do I have such an appetite for sex?
I suppose its partly that the kids have grown up and are off my hands, and I've got the best partner going. But also because I have tons more confidence than I had years ago, I am bigger as a person, the hips and bust is ample, thats fine, I like myself, and I suppose if I like myself, why shouldnt others? I love to show off on the nude beaches, and to let hubby take pictures of me/us. But why now I wonder? I would have thought by the age of 44, things going south slowly, that I'd dry up, prefer a good book and a mug of cocoa and thats an early nite? But nope, I can sit on the web, and flick from page to page of blogs, some titillating me, some doing nothing, and others, well others making my pussy wet and needy, and so it goes....I love to have sex, we swing, but haven't for a long time for various reasons, want to again, but there's such a load of old tossers out there, ex-pats bored out of their skulls who think they are the best lover since Adam.....many liars and cheats, and I will not entertain any of those that come to us with the line " Oh, its OK, my wife is going through the menopause/the wife's not interested in sex/the wife lets me play away from home" and so on.... for starters, that phrase, 'The Wife' gets my back up.... and as for their pics...well, they seem to think I'll rip my knickers off at the sight of a cock surrounded by greying pubes....no face shots to begin with, come on!
We advertise, but its a waste of time....the clubs are here in Spain, the one closest to us is crap....I didnt even take my jacket off when we went to investigate..the other, run by a Dutch team, is full of loud music and silicone, all pert and artificially rounded, I don't need that, I'm a normal BBW 44 year old, as horny as heck and wanting to smother my face in equally as squidgy pussy or to have a selection of cocks at my disposal....
But I digress, why do I feel so bloody horny most days?

Fiesty Friday

2007-03-16T21:49:00.000+01:00

Well, Fiesty Friday arrived, and has almost gone now. Not a lot happened though in the inbetweeny bits, woke up, had some good sex, got up and did all the usual stuff, buy the papers, drink coffee, read some more erotica on the web, update another page I have on another site, so it goes.....fizzling out....what started as fiesty, fizzles to floppy....