Thursday, 3 December 2015
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
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.
Wednesday, 21 October 2015
Thursday, 8 October 2015
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,
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.