Monday, 14 November 2016

The Surprise

(written on 3rd June 2010)

I lay on a blanket set by the side of my car, waiting for you. The sun is beating down and there is a gentle breeze. I close my eyes and lose myself for a moment, anticipating your arrival.  I can hear children playing in the distance when I hear your car draw closer. The car stops a few feet away from where I am laying and I want to open my eyes, see you for the first time, but I know the sensation will be so much better if I keep them closed.

I have never seen you, nor do I know what you look like. Our friendship has built up over a matter of weeks, over the internet and has lead to today’s meeting. Each time we chat, I am turned on by your words, sensitivity and sensual nature.

The car door closes quietly and soon you are beside me. I have my hands behind my head so you can see my outstretched body. You kiss me ever so gently on the neck. I can feel your warm breath on my skin and I smell your aftershave. I take a deep breath in anticipation of what is to come. Your hand runs down my side from the breast to the top of my thigh. You catch the hem of my skirt with your thumb and raise it up a little exposing my flesh to the suns rays. Your lips caress my collarbone as your hand now reaches under my loose fitting blouse. I tingle with pleasure and even though the sun continues to beat down I can feel goose bumps over my body.  Your hand rises slowly and finds my breast, nipple already erect from expectancy and you tweak it, very gently with your thumb and forefinger. You circle my nipple with the tip of your finger while kissing me gently on the lips. Mouths slightly parted, I taste your tongue on mine for the very first time. It was better than I expected. Soft, warm and tender.

Oh my God, I want to explode with excitement. I am really wet between my legs. I so want more but that’s all part of the thrill of meeting in such a public place. Wanting more and knowing that you can’t have what you want, when you want it. I would love to push you onto your back and take your hardened length into my mouth, circling the end with my tongue, holding your balls firmly, licking the pre-cum from your penis, taking grip of your buttocks and my tongue slides up and down your strong manhood.

Instead I lower my hand from behind my head and lay it first on my tummy. I circle my naval for a while before sliding my hand under the waist line of my skirt. My fingers slide over my mound and part my swollen lips. I gently rub my clitoris and stimulate myself. Even though my eyes are still closed I know you have been watching my hand actions. Your breathing has changed to a quickened pace, indicating arousal. So much so, I can feel you almost on top of me now. Lying on your left side you have crossed your right leg over mine and you have lifted my blouse and taken my nipple into your mouth. I want to enjoy this moment forever. The feeling inside of me is sensational.

Your tongue movement over my breast has me craving for more. My fingers rub more vigorously now as I am ready, ready to orgasm. I have to be quiet. My back arches slightly as I reach climax and I let out some quiet moans. You brush your face close to mine and kiss me for one final time.  I feel your body move away from mine, I hear the car door open and close, the engine starts, you pull away and you are gone.
Those intense few minutes have left me exhausted, almost breathless. I should lay here a while longer, savour the moment, feel the sun on my skin for a minute or two more.

I hear the birds singing, kids playing and cars moving on the other side of the park. One car parks near by.  Why would someone park so close when there is so much room here?
The man gets out and walks over. ‘Excuse me’ he says ‘Are you Kate?’

I look back at him inquisitively. I hesitate. ‘Yes, are you my date?’
‘Yes I am’ he replies. ‘It’s a pleasure to meet you’

All of a sudden, I am left wondering who I have just spent the last few minutes with and as I had my eyes closed the whole time…… I guess I’ll never know xx

Thursday, 3 December 2015

The Dark Side

The young woman took a long look at herself in the full length mirror that hung on the back of the door. She turned to the side and smoothed out the creases in her skin tight short dress. Her small bag hung around her neck and across her body, falling between her breasts, the long strap allowing the bag to rest on her hip.  Her four inch black stilettos forced her to stand stall and hold her shoulders back. She leaned closer towards the mirror and examined her face. It had healed well but her make up concealed the remaining marks.

She made the walk down the dingy alley to a bar on the corner. Once there she took a seat on a high stool at the window table and ordered her drink. She exchanged only a glance with the barman when her Bacardi and coke was put down in front of her before returning her stare to the outside world.

Her attention however was drawn to the bar when she heard a glass breaking, and that is when she noticed him. The suited gent, probably early 50’s judging by his greying hair, sitting alone drinking his dark spirit from a tumbler. He looked her way and she was quick to smile at him, twirling her dyed blonde hair around her fingers. She deliberately dropped her lip gloss to the floor and stepping down from the seat to retrieve it she turned her back on him. Reaching to the floor made her short dress ride high, revealing her bum cheeks to anyone that might be looking her way. She stood up, knocked back her drink and left some money on the table before leaving.

The grey haired man left the bar and followed her along a dimly lit alley. Hearing his footsteps splash in the puddles, she smiled to herself knowingly, stopped in her tracks, turned and faced him. She beckoned him to follow her a few more yards to a doorway shielded by waste bins. She pushed him against an old broken door and grabbed for his balls, manipulating them through the creases of his pin stripe trousers, turning the soft sponge like hangings into hardened contracted sacs. He thrust his hand down her low cut top and lowered his head to suck hard on her nipples. He bit on them far too hard. She winced in pain, threw her head back, and bit on her lip instead of letting out the scream within. She waited for him to release his mouth and seized the opportunity to drop to her knees and unzipped his trousers.

Drops of water from a broken pipe continually fell on her sending shivers down her body as she levered his already stiff cock over the waist of his pants and rolled on a sheath.

Gripping the base of his length with one hand she parted her cherry red lips and took him deep into her mouth. She didn’t cover her teeth with her lips as she draw back and forth, choosing instead to inflict some pain on him, but he didn’t seem to mind. She was just gaining some pace, when disturbed and concerned by distant footsteps, he pulled her by her hair, halting her fellatio.

She looked up at him and only continued when he pushed her head into his groin again. She took him deeper this time, gagging each time his tip hit the back of her throat. She was desperate for him to shoot his load so she could draw breath so she tightened her grip on him and sucked as hard as she could, almost removing the orange flavoured condom in the process. She pulled the sheath to the base just before the warmth of his fluid filled the pocket of air at the end of the rubber.

She rose to her feet and tucked her tits back in her dress. He adjusted himself and reached for an inside pocket. He handed the young girl a tenner from his wallet and walked back towards the bar. She was bitterly disappointed. That blow job was worth at least twenty quid and he knew it, but there was no point arguing.

Arguments led to fights, and she didn’t want that to happen…… again.

Thursday, 22 October 2015

One Night

Just one night together, that's all I ask.

One night of unbridled passion; a night we can both let off steam and release the sexual tension and frustration.

I don't care how much the hotel room costs, just so long as there is enough wall space for you to pin me against and spank my arse.

Just so long as the walls are thick enough I don't have to stifle my moans of pleasure.

Just so long as the shower is big enough we can enjoy the cascading warm water together.

Just so long as the bed is wide enough that we can fall asleep, spooning.

Just so long as I can wake up with you.

Just once.

Wednesday, 21 October 2015



Wants & Needs

Penned in the early hours of a recent, restless night ....

Thursday, 8 October 2015

Cast Adrift

For the most part,
I can manage you,
but on the days you run amok in my mind,
  I feel way out of my depth;
cast adrift in open water
with only a flimsy vessel in which to sail and protect me.

On such days I am vulnerable,
weak against the elements,
no strength to fight.
Prepared to let whatever wants to consume me,
  take me
and do with me what it will.

I have no choice but to let the zephyr
  take me on this journey.

I can take the heat,
despite it's dehydrating nature,
for I know that you will quench my thirst
when the time is right.

Monday, 27 February 2012

Carpe Diem

I didn't mind waiting my turn to order some tiles this morning. The view was rather appealing.

If I was going to liken him to a celebrity it would be Brad Pitt only several years younger; late 20's I would estimate. Dressed in red sneakers, faded Diesel jeans that hung nicely on his hips, check print shirt untucked and covering his no doubt designer boxer shorts. 'Dirty' blond hair, spiked with gel and facial hair that was more than stubble but not a full grown beard.

Had anyone described him to me as a potential date I more than likely would have said not my type yet this vision stood before me and I couldn't take my eyes from him.

I'm not sure if I was still high from the sexual antics of last night or if the glorious winter sunshine had an influence on my mood, but I took advantage of the situation and keyed his contact number into my phone as he gave it to the shop assistant when he ordered his goods.

I messaged him instantly while he settled his account.

'I'm right behind you. Fancy a coffee?'

My heart pounded, unsure of what the outcome would be.

I watched anxiously as he withdraw his phone from his jeans pocket.

I could see a slightly puzzled look on his face which slowly turned to a smile.

I hardly dare look and as I stared at the floor, his hand dipped back into his pocket.

Damn! Such a fucking idiot. Why didn't I just speak to him? He exited the store and I was left feeling like a lemon.

Then my phone went off. One new message.

'Cappucino or Latte?'