Monday, 30 January 2006


We’ve been out for the afternoon, lying on the beach, enjoying the sun, watching the people, reading our books.

We’ve laid there, the world has passed us by for a few hours. you climbs from your lounger and pick up your brightly coloured towel. I get the hint and rise, collecting my belongings and follow your footsteps up the beach.

Your graceful walk in front of me has my attention and I admire that beautiful figure, your costume showing off the fantastic curves I know so well to all around us.

As you stop at the road I catch up and run my hand across the fabric covered cheeks, it makes you jump a little and I slide it back towards me before entwining my fingers between yours.

We cross over to the apartments and climb the stairs. Stopping at the top, I glance out over the sea, your fingers slip from mine and I hear the key in the lock as you enter and then the shower starts.

The sun is dipping, the light reflecting off the sea, the splendour of the landscape being brought to an early evening Crescendo. I continue to look on the beauty available to me, tomorrow is another day, and one that beckons us onto a plane back home.

The shower stops and the hairdryer starts, the door to our apartment is still open, my love is in the bathroom cleansing her body of a day of the beach.

I turn and enter our room, close the front door and pass her in the doorway of the bathroom, she’s a vision wrapped in a white towel, I remove my clothes and climb into the white basin, turn the tap on and my body is doused in freezing cold water, I wait for the warmth and it slowly comes, spreading feeling back to the extremities of my body, making it easy for me to scrub.

I finish and reach for the towel, I wrap myself in its warmth for a minute before removing it again and dabbing the water from my body.

I leave the bathroom and turn into to main bedroom to see you silhouetted in the balcony doors, admiring the view towards the middle of the island, maybe tracing the paths we’d taken during the last week.

You black dress you have on, is one you know I like, it has small blue flowers on and is notionally a dress, but it barely covers your arse, and there’s no way you would go out in it. I ease up behind you and wrap one arm around your waist, my other hand reaches in the other direction and I have you in my grip, one hand on the other, you resting back on me, my chin on your shoulder sharing your view.

You turn in my arms and give me a lingering kiss before guiding me to the bed.

I lie down and you lie down next to me, entwined in each others arms, hands exploring, lips kissing, the sun slowly descending in the sky…

Tuesday, 24 January 2006


I’m sat at my desk, working hard, concentrating on what’s on my screen. I hear you call my name as you enter the room. My shoulders visibly sag.

“Wait let me tell you what happened…” You start defensively.

Every time you come into my room, it’s with a problem, what you don’t realise is that I don’t share your problem, I have some of my own.

My heart rate rises, your eyes capture mine so I can’t look away, my breathing goes shallow, I struggle to concentrate on what you’re saying and, worst of all, my dick gets hard.

I half turn towards you and take in your fantastic figure, your legs clad in tight black pants, which show off your curves fantastically, there’s a small gap showing some flesh below your black V neck jumper emphasizing your waist, your cleavage peeping out at me, your shoulders on display and I know your neck is exposed by the way you wear your hair up. Your glasses frame your beautiful eyes well, but I much prefer it when you haven’t got them on and I can see your ‘naked’ eyes for real.

You wore those very same clothes a few weeks previously, the day you caught me in the storeroom. My first instinct that day was to wrap my arms around your waist and pull you close, my second as you walked out was to stroke your shoulder and kiss your neck.

I snap back to now and realise that you’re talking, I’m sort of following what you’re saying, you tell me the reference and I turn to face the screen, concealing the bulge in my pants. It takes me two attempts to concentrate enough to type the number in right.

I can hear your breathing, smell your perfume and see you reflected in my screen, three senses are overwhelmed, Feeling your naked skin next to me and tasting you would complete the sensory set and probably blow my mind.

You lean in next to me, your head almost on my shoulder and point at the errant information, but all I can do is take in your scent and feel the warmth of your body next to mine, I turn my head towards yours and our lips almost touch, I turn quickly again to stare at the screen.

“So you ran it, and this happened?”

“Yes.” You mumble into my ear

My heart is beating its way out of chest as I turn to look at you and find you looking down at my hard cock.

“How do you suppose that happened?” you ask, and I’m not sure if you’re talking about work or not. I look deeply into your eyes, trying to gauge which is it, but play safe,

“Suppose the Interface needs tweaking.” I say

“Doesn’t look like it to me,” You say and your eyes fix again on my pants, “But lets see what we can do about it.”

With that you move towards me, the smell of your perfume enveloping me and your lips opening onto mine.

Your lips feel so soft, you’re not being firm with me, our mouths are just brushing, I move forwards, responding to your advance and you take your cue to kiss me properly.

My hand moves up your arm and over your shoulder to cup the back of your neck, pulling you even closer and my other hand searches for your hip, when I’ve got my bearings, I guide you so you’re sat in my lap.

My arms wrap around your waist, and your arms wrap around my neck, kissing me hungrily as I stroke the bare part of your back where I know your tattoo is.

The phone rings, but there’s no way I’m going to answer it, I’m tied up in a ‘meeting’ and it’s not even Eight Thirty in the morning. I don’t start until Nine.

You pause and look at me looking for a sign of wanting to answer it, but I slide my arm smoothly down your thigh, look you in the eye and reach for your lips again.

Without a word, you stand up, unzip my pants and slide them down, before removing your own and climbing astride me. You slide onto my cock and lock your arms around me, resting for a second

I look into your eyes as you start to move up and down on me, slowly and deliberately, your breathing matching mine, I can feel you wanting to rush, but I try to hold you closer to slow you down, I’ve waited for this moment for months, and I’m not wanting to rush it. You lean back and your hips move faster as you come to a frantic climax, I’m not far behind.

You sit facing me for second, your head resting on my shoulder, your warm breath on my neck and all too soon, you slide off me to redress yourself.

I watch you for a second, watch the black fabric smoothed over those lovely hips and the zip tugged back into place.

“Are you working late?” you ask with a glint in your eye.

I take in the Beauty stood before me, the woman who just rode me to ecstasy and back now looks again like butter wouldn’t melt.

“I wasn’t planning to,” I begin, “But I…”

“Good,” you interrupt, “I’ve no plans for tonight, do you fancy showing a girl a good time?”

The glint reappears in your eye and it seems that I’d better have a hearty lunch, I’m not sure what or if I’ll be eating later that day.

Wednesday, 18 January 2006

Listening Brief

She ordered me to sit on the bed, told me to get ready, made me lie so that my arms and legs were spread and tied one to each bedpost, each time, I felt the silk tighten around my wrist or ankle, just starting to bite into the skin before she stopped.

The blindfold was next, wrapped around my head and my sight was gone. Down to only four senses, touch, taste, smell and hearing.

The doorbell rang and she went downstairs, and then came back up.

“Who was that?” I asked

“Bloody door to door salespeople.” I heard her say, and I could tell from her tone that she didn’t like the interruption any more than I did.

I could hear her breathing, her movement, even the whisper of fabric as she removed the chemise from her body, and then she was leaning on the bed, touching my body, taking her time, her tongue, her lips, her fingers, tickling, probing, stroking, he was getting harder and harder with every touch.

She straddled my torso, working her way slowly up until I could feel the heat from her pussy through the fabric of her knickers, and could smell how turned on she was. I was dying to move, to grab her arse and pull her to my lips, but I was stuck, and she was teasing me. I tried to move my head closer and lick her, but she moved away.

I stopped trying to reach her when a pair of lips touched my cock, and I gasped. I simply wasn’t expecting it because I knew that they weren’t hers.

She heard me and I heard her chuckle a little, “Do you like that?” she questioned as the other person slid their tongue all over the head, I allowed a moan to escape my lips as the lips slid down over the head and I felt the inside of her mouth, the warmth on my length as her mouth engulfed me.

My hips were bucking off the bed, trying to get her to go faster as my partner kissed me and drove me higher.

I got a full five minutes of blowjob before I came in her mouth and dropped back onto the mattress.

My wife then lay next to me on her back, “Did you like that,” she whispered in my ear. “ I nodded and gasped with the effort expended.

“Our companion,” She began “Is now going to pleasure me.” And with that she lay back against my arm, and I laid by her, hearing the noises of another woman going down on her, hearing her moan, and as time went on, feeling her move next to him, moving her hips as she got ready to come and when she came, she shook and I heard her sigh of contentment.
At that, she turned over and gave me a long loving kiss as the third person got off the bed and stood up.

She reached over to stroke my face and removed the blindfold from my eyes, as my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw stood at the foot of our bed, a Blond haired, Blue Eyed six foot man with a toned body.

I looked at her and she looked back at me, awaiting my reaction.

I looked back open mouthed at both her and our visitor…

Saturday, 14 January 2006

Always the Bridesmaid

He’d found out 18 months ago, and now was the day. The day he’d looked forward to for all of that time, and it had gone slowly.

She’d arrived home to say that her sister was getting married and she was going to be a bridesmaid, and his mind and libido went into overdrive.

“Will you have to wear a dress?” was his first question “Can I choose your underwear?” was his answer to her affirmative. She thought about it and then agreed that they could go shopping together to choose some.

He’d dragged her off to bed there and then with the images whirling in his mind and he made sure that she was good and tired before he let her sleep.

This morning he’d been shooed out of the house as the many, many people had arrived, Hairdressers, make up artists, the woman from the dress shop. ‘My Trowel’s in the shed if you need to do a rescue job.” He’d quipped before grabbing his bag, closing the front door and heading for the pub.

He’d met the ‘Brother in Law’ and the other lads there for a swift pint before heading to the best man’s house to get ready.

We got ready, the car took us to the Church and I took my seat on the Bride’s side, this was the first moment I’d dreamed about, when she turned the corner and walked up the aisle. I hardly noticed the Bride, my attention was all saved for the Bridesmaid.

She turned the corner and the breath was sucked from my body. I’d seen her in a great many situations, some more compromising than others, but I’d never seen her look as stunning as she did today.

My Eyes followed her from the back of the church until she stopped at the Alter, her eyes briefly flicked towards me, and as she turned away, she smiled a knowing smile which led me to remember that under the dress that was showing off all of her best features, was underwear to die for.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her, all through the service, She was facing the front and I was facing her drinking her in, if we ever got married, she would look like this, only much more beautiful. I watched her face, the way she moved, the bouquet she held, all of it was poetry in my eyes.

Later at the Reception I could spend some time with her, I could watch her I could put my arm around her and she was paying attention to me, I was her focus. I even managed to get her up to dance, now this was absolutely unheard of. I wrapped my arm around her waist and took her on a tour of the dance floor, our eyes on each other. I whispered to her that she looked beautiful, and that I would want a photo of her dressed like this before the night was out.

She smiled at me, and said that the stocking and suspenders were turning her on, we had to stay up for another dance after that, there was no way I could walk.

The night began to close and people started to make their excuses and make their way to their hotel rooms, or to their homes.

I flashed a smile at her from across the room and indicated that I wanted to go up, she nodded slightly, I grabbed our things and headed out of the room while she spoke to her Sister.

She breezed out of the room, and we headed to the lift, as soon as the doors closed, she was in my arms, my hand stroking the back of her neck, my lips kissing hers, my other hand could feel the silk of the dress running under my fingers, the doors opened on our floor and we rushed to our room, opening the door, I went in and sat near the bed, she pushed the door closed and turned to look at me.

‘I know that the Bride and Groom should have a wedding night,’ she said with a smile, ‘but tonight I’m going to give you the night of your life’

Wednesday, 11 January 2006

Late Again

He glanced at the clock, Nine Fifteen, she was late again. It was Friday, and today would make it five days late out of five this week. Of course, he’d known that she’d be late, almost that she wanted to be.

He shook his head and returned his attention to his work, he was just finishing an email when she popped her head around the door of his cramped office.

He frowned at her and indicated the seat by the side of his desk, she sheepishly slunk into the room and lowered herself into the chair.

He let her sit in silence for a moment while he looked her up and down, he took in her black flat shoes, sheer black tights, pleated black skirt, while blouse with the pattern from her white bra showing through and her long straight brown hair, of course her beautiful eyes looked at him occasionally, but mostly she looked at the floor in shame.

‘What am I going to do with you?” he asked rhetorically “You’ve been late every single day this week.” He paused to let this sink in.

She looked up at him, parted her glossy lips to speak, but then dropped her head again.

“In line with the company disciplinary policy, this is going to have to be your final warning Rebecca,” a stern tone in his voice now, “This lateness has got to stop or we’re going to have to review your future in this office.”

Her face dropped, she looked as if she was going to cry, and he suddenly remembered how young she was, at twenty three she was nearly ten years his junior, and she was obviously shocked by both his tone and his threat.

She looked up at him with those wide eyes and her eyes seemed to plead with him, then her voice broke the silence “I really need this job John,” her voice stumbled as she continued, “I have to pay for my flat and my bills need to be paid, I’ll improve, please don’t put anything on my file.”

He looked at her and she looked back, the desperation in her face was evident and his heart started to soften, but then he realised that if he was ever going to make money for the company, he had to think like a businessman.

“I’ll do anything, she said and leaned forward in her chair towards him.”

He sat back and thought for a while, she was sat there, waiting to see what he would say.

“OK, you have a week to turn this around,” he stated, “If you’re late one more time between now and next Friday, I’ll have to find someone else. While we’re discussing your performance, I expect your work rate to be pretty high today, it’s a key date.”

She leaned back, looking grateful but slightly surprised.

“Off you go then,” John urged, “I’m sure you have things that need to be done.” With that she got up and left the room.

As she reached the door, he called after her, “By the way, Coffee, White, No sugar.” She smiled a little and disappeared from view.

He sighed slightly and wiggled his mouse to dismiss the screensaver and turned in his chair to check his email, He was halfway through reading about a new client, when Rebecca slowly re-entered the room carrying a cup of hot coffee.

She worked her way carefully around his desk and put the cup on the coaster before quickly turning to leave the room, flicking the cup over and sending the hot liquid all over the desk and onto the floor. John jumped up and shouted at her to go and get something to mop it up with. She ran out to the kitchen and came back with a tea towel, began dabbing at the desk while he watched, she then got down on her knees and mopped up the coffee. She glanced up and joked, “I didn’t think you’d want to drink it!”

As she got the last of the liquid, she looked up and he got a perfect view of her cleavage, He’d never noticed it before, but the angle was somewhat unusual, and what he was seeing caught him by surprise he’d never noticed her figure before, and she noticed that he was looking. She blushed and tried to get up quickly, but only managed in the cramped conditions to bump into his midsection and fall to the floor again, her skirt riding up and showing him that she was wearing stocking not tights.

This was one of John’s weaknesses and he immediately started to feel himself getting aroused, from Rebecca’s eyeline, she had noticed.

Kneeling up again, she reached for his angle, “You know,” she started, “ I always did want to work my way up in this company.” As she finished talking, her hand started to travel up his leg. He thought about stopping her, but she knew he was turned on and they were both Adults.

Her hand moved over his knee and worked it’s way up his thigh until it reached the bulge in his pants, and she gave it a thoughtful rub before reaching up, undoing the button and pulling the zip down. Pulling at his waistband, she tugged his pants and boxers down and his hard cock sprang out.

“Maybe I should be glad I was late now,” she purred before shaking her head to get the hair from her face and extending her tongue until it made contact with the head of his member, and he closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation and she circled him and then sunk her lips down his length.

She started to move backwards and forwards, her lips and tongue all over him, one hand holding his hip, the other wrapped around his shaft, or stroking his balls.

He could feel that he was getting more and more turned on, he opened his eyes and reached down to push her away from him, she looked at him, slightly taken aback, but he grasped her arms and pulled her roughly to her feet.

Pulling her to him, he brought his lips down to meet hers, and his hands circled her waist to lift her skirt and stroke her arse cheeks and upper legs above the stocking tops, she responded by fiercely kissing him and putting an arm around his neck.

When he’d stroked her arse enough, he eased her away again and started to unbutton her blouse until it hung open, her tits on display in the floral bra, and her eyes watching him taking her in.

“Do you like what you see?” She tempted him, He whistled in appreciation and then his face turned rather stern.

“You do realise that I still have to discipline you for your lateness.” She looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Grabbing her arms, he turned her and bent her over the desk until her face was back at him over her shoulder, he pulled her skirt up, moved the panties from her cheek and slapped it hard.

She started to get up, but he pushed her back down and slapped the same cheek again, only harder. She could feel him get his fingers under her panties, and yank them down so they laid around her ankles.

Pulling her cheeks apart, he spread her lips and pushed his long hard cock into her, so fast her hands slipped and she fell onto the desk gasping as he pulled back, grabbed her hips and banged into her again, even harder this time.

She fought to regain her position and started to push back on his thrusts with as much effort as she could. Slowing down he grabbed her blouse, pulled it off her shoulders and threw it on the chair, he then he unhooked her bra and freed her of that also, reaching round to cup her fantastic breasts, he started to fuck her hard again, pulling on her nipples and making her gasp from the sensations coursing through her body.

He sped up and slammed into her for the last time before cumming inside her. He leaned forward and kissed the small of her back before pulling her up and turning her to face him. He gave her a small kiss and reached for his pants. She retrieved her clothes from the chair and started to get dressed again.

Looking at him, she gave him a smile and then when she looked presentable, she turned to leave. She’d just got to the door, when he said her name.

“Rebecca,” he waited until she looked at him before he continued, “What are you doing tonight?”

She looked at him for a second and then said “Well, when you’ve finished your work this afternoon, I need you to look in the garage for my Dad’s Hedge trimmers, we’ve got to go and drop them off because he needs them this weekend, after that you better have something planned for our wedding anniversary and after that, lets just say that I have a little room next door booked, if you’re lucky I might just indulge one of your other fantasies. With a wink, she left the office and turned right.

“Oh, and darling,” The raised voice came from their bedroom “I wouldn’t expect to leave the house this weekend.

Sunday, 8 January 2006

Personal Time

You know how it is, with jobs, kids, friends a worries, you never stop to think that you really should make some personal time for the two of you.

Sure there’s always a drunken fumble, or just before sleep sex, but that’s not quite the same as looking into each others eyes, talking about ‘us’ or spending a night slowly building up to bedtime.

She’s been at work today, started at Lunch, won’t be home ‘til gone Nine, she’ll be tired, I am too, I’ve had the kids all day, and while I love ‘em to pieces, they aren’t half hard work.

So what do I have planned for tonight?

Well, The car’s headlights will sweep across the living room wall, engine will go silent, the car door will slam shut and the key will turn in the lock. I’ll anticipate the door opening and will be waiting as she’s barely got inside the front door, I’ll relieve her of her coat, slide the garment from her shoulders and hang it up for her, as she closes and lock’s the door, I’ll put her bag down, kiss her softly and guide her upstairs.

The light on the landing will be off, so will the one in the bathroom, but the flicker will give it away. With my hand on her bottom, she’ll reach the top of the stairs and will turn right to find a full bath with bubbles to relax into, the shadows dancing around the room from the candles lining the edges of the tub.

She’ll turn towards me and, putting her arms around my neck, she’ll reach up and kiss me on the lips, before pushing me gently away so she can get undressed. She knows how much I always want her and that watching her get undressed drives me wild with lust, I just want to dive in there and then, let my hands wander and try to turn her on too.

She’s not as horny as I am most of the time, not easily aroused. She likes the intimacy, she likes the cuddling, kissing, being held, but no so much the lovemaking.

She eases the zip down from her chest to her waist and carefully strips her top off over her head, her raised arms bring her full breasts into view for the first time and they are made to look perfect by both her lifted arms and the fantastic job her bra does of showing them off. Her hair falls as it is released from the lilac material and the curls bounce around her ears. After folding her blouse she leans on the side of the bath and removes her shoes in turn and then slides her trousers down over her ankles, bending over to place them with her blouse, I get the perfect view of her cheeks surrounded by the pink lace of her shorties. She’s done it on purpose, she knows that at this moment I could quite happily fall to my knees behind her and lick, bite and chew her arse, to be honest if I thought she’d let me, I’d be doing it by now.

I move in as she straightens up and wrap my arms around her waist, kissing her neck and shoulders, her hair gets in the way and I pull it to one side to continue the licking that I know she loves and moving onto her ears. My arms slide up her sides to cup her breasts through the see through bra, and as she feels their warmth, she melts back into my body, allowing me to make her feel good, allowing me to worship her body. She can feel how much I want her, but I know how tired she is, so I leave the room before she removes her underwear, slides into the hot water and moans as the day’s trials and tribulations start to soak from her tired limbs.

I retreat to the bedroom and allow her to relax, I know that she’ll be washing the day from her mind and the hard work from her limbs. The water will glisten from her curves, her hair tied up to stop it getting wet and her face drawn back in pleasure at the hot water that caresses every inch of her body.

I undress, lie on the bed and anticipate the possibility of what is to come, my thoughts on whether she’ll feel like making love and if she does what might happen and what I would really like to happen. I drift away in my thoughts and I my fantasy starts to form, my hand moves down my body and into my pant to caress my already hard member, I stroke it gently like I hope she will, and I feel my excitement levels grow, but I use my self discipline to stop myself.

After what achingly seems like hours, the plug is removed and I hear her get out of the bath, she appears around the doorframe to our room, wrapped in a towel, her hair pinned up and a relaxed look on her face.

She lies next to me still wrapped up, I ache to rip the towel from her body and smother her body with mine, caressing, licking, nibbling kissing, but I know that her skin will still be wet, so I console myself with rolling onto my side and reaching for her, bringing her closer, watching her watching me.

We lie for a while like that, talking occasionally, touching each other, kissing relaxed.

Then as I feel that we’re ready, I’ll gently remove her towel and roll her onto her front so that I can pull the towel from under her. My attention then returns to her, I love her back I could lick it for hours, my gaze wanders from the top of her head which is buried in the pillow, past her shoulder which is covered with the ends of her curly hair, down her back to the small which I so love to surprise her by licking, her cheeks then rise and fall into her legs which taper down to her toes.

I don’t know where to start, so I decide to start at the top and work my way down, I lie on top of her and lick her shoulders, her neck, my arms wrapped around her body. She moves with me, enjoying the feel of my tongue, warning me not to mark her when I use my teeth and murmuring her approval sometimes.

I slowly move down her back, licking both the back itself, and both sides under her arms, she squirms as my actions tickle her, ‘I can’t bear it’ she squeals and she knows that I’ll only do it even more. The small of her back beckons to me as I move lower and a long lick downwards ending there is appreciated, she loves me gently licking there for two reasons, because she likes it, and also because she knows that my next port of call will be her fabulous arse. I move my body down a little and those two cheeks hove into view.

Now I could spend hours talking about her arse, so imagine how long I could spend worshipping it, my tongue has mapped every single inch of those fabulous cheeks, my teeth love to bite it, my hand is drawn to smack it occasionally and it’s one of her best features. Tonight I lightly lick each side and then I pull the cheeks apart and bury my tongue in the puckered hole, she enjoys this, she moans quietly as I rim her.

I trail my lips down both legs and her ankles. I don’t touch her feet, she describes it as torture when I tickle her feet, so this time only I leave them alone, I’ve got an urgency to penetrate her and while I could just jump to that bit, I want to pleasure my lady, I want to enjoy the foreplay, I want to make her nice and wet before I enter her.

Turning her over, I work my way up her legs and thighs with my tongue, lips and teeth, reaching the top, I can smell her arousal, she’s already wet, but I don’t go near, I move straight past, onto her tummy an arms before coming to her breasts.

My tongue circles her tits, slowly, deliciously, teasingly, I lick the bottom of the breasts, I know she likes this, she likes this as much as her nipples being licked, so I always take my time, my tongue moves slowly up the breasts, then back down, then a bit further up towards the nipple, teasing her, I move up as if I’m about to take a nipple in my mouth, I feel her body shift to anticipate my action, but I move straight past and lick her neck, nibble her ears and kiss her soft lips.

I roll off her and she shivers at the sudden cold and moves towards me, I guide her arm down my body and she reaches to stroke me, I’m hard already as always but it doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy the sensation of her finger softly grazing my cock, or stroking my balls, her nails running over my hair, or her hand wrapping around my shaft.

I shift onto my back and he stands proudly in the air, she continues to administer to his needs and I lie back and enjoy the sensations. I urge her to use her tongue, her lips, her mouth to pleasure me, but she resists. I don’t know if she doesn’t like it or she can’t be bothered, I moan as her fingers stroke me, and plead to be pleasured, she sighs and moves her head down my torso, until I can feel her breath, and her lips follow, then her tongue too and I’m in Heaven.

She moves up and down, licking every single inch and her hand helps, her lips open and close around the edge and she can feel my arousal, she knows this drives me mad, but she’s so reluctant to do it. I beg for her to suck me, but she shakes her head and it makes her lips move up and down the side of my shaft, driving me mad with desire, my hips move in time with her, I beg again, I promise her things but she stops and lies back down next to me.

I lower my head to her nipple and gently roll it between my lips, her hand brushes the back of my head and pulls me closer, and I urgently suck, pausing only to lick my fingers then my hand makes it’s way down her body and slides between her labia, her clit is raised already, begging to be touched. She makes a token effort to stop me, but my finger circles her slowly, maintaining contact all of the time, she pulls me closer, grips me while she starts to move her hips, she tries to turn onto her back but I stop her. She moans and tries again, and I allow her to, she places both feet on the bed and I switch nipples briefly before searching out her lips for a kiss.

She can’t keep her hips still now, her kissing becomes more and more urgent, and she moves with my fingers. My left hand reaches around her neck and my fingers seek out her left nipple, my lips return to her right breast and my finger reach for lubrication before returning to her clit, her moans grow louder as her movements become more animated.

I know she’s reaching the point of no return and to spur her on my fingers pull on one nipple while my lips pull on the other. The change makes her movements more pronounced and she kisses me before she starts moaning, shaking and clinging to me while her orgasm peaks then subsides, she pushes my fingers from her pussy and wraps herself around me, desperately kissing me deeper and deeper until I gasp for breath.

Monday, 2 January 2006

The First piece I wrote

The evening was looking good

Thinking back on the day's events, she remembered leaving work in the dark, and trudging in the wet and cold to the bus stop
Standing at the bus stop, she'd tried not to watch the young couple kissing while she ‘looked forward’ to a lonely night in, just her, the soaps and a microwave meal.
That was all she had planned, and then probably an early night so she'd have the energy to face the office in the morning for the early meeting.

The bus journey was uneventful, just the usual coughing and spluttering because of the weather, the odd attempted sideswipe at a car by the bus driver and lots of people getting on and off, the bus gradually emptying, but she was lost in her reflections of the day. Before she knew it, they were passing the park, and after ringing the bell slowly and carefully rose and make her way to the front.
'Evening Luv' the bus driver said as she stepped down the doors hissed and it pulled away leaving her in the dark as the light moved on.
Wandering down the road avoiding the puddles, she day dreamed about him, stuck in Glasgow, working hard, probably trying to make his way to his hotel at the moment, he'd be listening to some calming music as he negotiated the traffic jams, maybe reflecting on his own day.

Turning right up the path, she used her key to open the front door of the flats and stopped momentarily to make sure the door closed, what with the wind, it didn't always catch properly.
the stairs creaked as she climbed them, complaining that she wanted to use them almost, getting to the first floor landing, she moved quietly past the doors, trying not to engage the neighbours, the last thing she wanted to do was listen to Mrs Kline's monologue about the kids in the next block, especially if it was the 12" disco remix version with 3 choruses of 'They should make them do national service'
as she climbed to the second floor, she could see the light coming from under her door, she was thought she'd turned it off, but it was on.
Getting her keys back out of her pocket, she unlocked the deadbolt and then the Yale, the door swung easily away from her and she could see the light was on in the hall.
Quietly pushing the front door closed, she pulled off her heavy winter coat, and straightened her hair as she flicked off her shoes and pushed them with her toes under the shoe rack. Her bag hung behind the door, she turned into the kitchen, flicked the kettle on, and moved into the bathroom.

The bathroom was cold, and the feel of her toes on the tiles chilled her a little. She sat on the side of the bath, turning the hot tap on, she waited for it to run warm before putting the plug in, and paused momentarily while choosing which bubble bath to use
the green one caught her eye, and she slowly unscrewed the top and poured some into the water, immediately the white foam rested on the top of the bath
water and the scent of apple surrounded her.

Moving towards the bedroom, she heard the kettle switch itself off, if she sat down or lay down, she knew that she’d be asleep in no time at all, a cup of coffee might keep her awake long enough to eat some food.

But no it’d be better to get in the bath and relax before she tackled anything else.
Swiftly undressing, she threw her clothes in the hamper and waited until the bath was full enough, she turned off the hot tap, added some cold, and after a quick stir with her hand, she eased her aching body into the steaming liquid

The groan she let out, as she felt the warmth coarse though her body, echoed off the walls and back to her. With her head laid back on the end of the tub, she though again of him, slipping into the shower after a hard day at the office, his hands moving all over his body, down his legs, over his torso, across his shoulders and the water running off his face and down his toned body.

Thoughts of him, made her feel good, and her fingers absent mindedly traced under her breasts and then came up to brush her nipples, they grew hard under her touch, and she could feel the rest of her body responding also, she gently traced her fingers up her thighs and over her hips before resting again.

She lay there for a while alternatively washing and resting, after about half an hour, she let the water out and pulling the shower curtain across, turned the shower on and started to wash her hair, making sure she got all of the rain and city grime out of it

As she pulled the hair through her fingers to remove the water, she watched it run down her body, over her curves, the soapy liquid eventually wandering down the bath and down the plug hole.

Reaching beyond the curtain, she grabbed the towel and wrapped it over her chest, then stepping out of the bath she reached into the cupboard for a smaller towel and wrapped it around her long dark hair

Making her way from the bathroom, she was starting to feel hungry, and thought about throwing something in the Micro, but decided she'd rather get dressed first.
As she pushed the bedroom door open and switched on the light , the first thing she noticed were the flower petals, they were many colours, and went from the door around the bed, her eyes following the path to the pillow. There at the top of the bed laid out carefully was the most beautiful green dress, knee length with short sleeves, it was lined and she knew it would fit her perfectly. It was the one they’d seen in town the other week, and next to it a red box, a black box and a white envelope.

Moving to the bed, she opened the red box to find some lovely underwear, black pretty but understated, Bra, hi legs and tights

The black box contained a lovely wrap, it’s colour complemented the dress and as she wrapped it around her shoulders, she could feel the warmth, gently she put it back into the box and picked up the last item.

Her fingers caressed the envelope trying to feel what was inside, but her impatience got the better of her, and she excitedly tore it open, sliding the contents out slowly there were two tickets to the theatre in town for the play she had wanted to see, and the final sheet of paper simply said

‘I’ll pick you up at eight.’

Looking at the alarm clock, she could see it was already 7:15. It was a good job she’d already bathed, rushing back into the bathroom, she spent fifteen minutes drying her hair, and ten getting her makeup right.

Returning to the bedroom, she removed her towel, and after using it to dry herself, she draped it over the end of the bed.

Reaching into the Red box, she removed the underwear and slid the knickers over her feet and up her legs until they fitted snugly, looking in the mirror, she adjusted them

She placed one bra strap on her right shoulder and slipped the other up her left arm and onto that shoulder, she adjusted the bra so that it was over her breasts, and reached around behind her to fasten it, running her hands underneath the cups, she eased the under wire into position so that everything felt comfortable.

The tights were next and on each leg the sheer material slid up her smooth legs and after tugging them on, she smoothed them into place.

Looking at the clock, it was 07:40, and turning to look in the mirror, she was rather pleased with how she looked, of course stockings would have been sexier, but with the weather he’d made a wise choice, she loved him for that. Running her fingers over the bra, she could feel the quality of the material

Reaching for the dress she picked it up by the shoulders, and turning it over, undid the zip. She wanted to feel the smooth shiny material against her skin, it had felt good when she’d tried it on in the shop, but now it was hers and she loved it.

She rubbed her hands all over her body and teased the garment into place, so it hung just right. Reaching for the wrap, she felt the warmth on her shoulder again, and she knew he’d be knocked out when he saw her, he’d said she looked beautiful in the shop, but that was with the stress of the day in her face, and the white trainers she’d been wearing.

She looked down suddenly, ‘Shoes!’ she said out loud, and as she turned to go to the wardrobe, she heard her mobile phone beeping, that was probably him to say he was on his way, turning quickly she retrieved it from her bag in the hall and brought the message up as she walked back into the bedroom.

‘I’m outside’ it screamed at her, damn, he was early, calming down quickly, she decided to take her time, he can hang around for me, he’ll think I’m worth the wait.

Reaching into the bottom of the wardrobe, she removed two pairs of black shoes, one with higher heels than the other

Slipping into the shorter pair, she looked in the mirror ‘Hmm’ escaped her lips, she’d be a little smaller than him, but she’d be a lot more comfortable.

Reaching back into the wardrobe, she replaced the other pair, and then unhooked her coat from the hanger, slipping it over her shoulders, she went to the front door, grabbing her keys, opened the door and closed it behind her. All that could be heard from inside the flat was the click of the Yale engaging and the clunk as the deadbolt slid into place.