The Power of a photograph

If you have been reading for a while you might have picked up that I have a great fondness for Sebastian. From his very first email 4 1/2 years ago his words have touched me so very deeply. He has been and always will be my greatest ‘mind fuck’. We have only met in person 4 times and the last was 2 years ago. We can go weeks or even months without speaking. But he seems to have a sixth sense as every time I feel at my lowest he will appear on my screen as if by magic. He always without fail lifts my spirits.

We spoke briefly after christmas but not since so I was rather suprised to discover an offline message from him when I woke this morning. I then found this among my emails. I adore this man although I know we will never be more than secret friends. He has such a way with words that I wanted to share them with you.

my dear gorgeous lady

I love that new Hotmail account photo of you. You have such an attractive face, warm friendly open smile and soft fun eyes.

You look so beautiful in that photo I fall in lust and love all over again.

The days before you cut off all your sensual curls. I like women with short cropped hair, but on you, I find the curls work better on you, more feminine, more womanly.

You are most certainly more womanly that the photo portrays, cut off just bellow the necklace. But I have a photo that displays jewels richer than any man could possibly hope for. Jewels that cascade amply from your shoulders offering a cleavage so deep that I’m always filled with the desire to dive into it from a dizzy making height, the landing into which is always so soft, so inviting, so feminine, so womanly, so motherly sexual you would have me drown in their heavenliness as they fall to your ample sensual soft tummy.

I look upon your photo, my version, and am filled with desire to have you here in front of me in person teasing me with your womanly wiles as you slowly pick the buttons apart to reveal the deepest darkness cleft between each heavenly orb. Would that you hold them individually each in turn in your elegant feminine fingers.

Feed me your nipples, not to suckle as a child, (although Freud may comment) but to suck as a man filled with sexual intent to divest through them into your loins a pleasure most profound. Suckle if I must in your arms, because you are all mothering and all womanly and all desirable to me. Would that, child like, I could nestle into you body and soul and loose myself, but then manlike allow my hands the freedom of inquisitiveness and search for secrets and ways they might reciprocate the warmth and strength in your arms. To nurture a primal desire in you to lay yourself bare to the boy who turn himself firmly and rampantly into a man just by the nature of your womanliness.

Let me kiss you with the passion that stirs within me for you. Let me kiss with the deepest passion the lips of your soft welcoming mouth, the stirring succulent dampness of your maidenhood and the vulgar tightness that lays between the darling ample cheeks of your backside.

From your arms you deliver the man who desires you in every way. Let him take you thrice, in ways natural and unnatural. Let him feel the warmth of you as you enjoy the thrill of his manhood deep within you. Let him expel his lust over and over and over within you so he can kiss each and lap up the evidence and with a last and final embrace in your arms our lips collide for an exchange of such heightened passion as we both drink from your soft sweet gentle mouth the sweet nectar only you can unleash from his loins.

OMG! The power of photography. And they say a photograph never lies.

I adore you and lust you always and in every way.

Hot Bovril

It had been a few months since Borvil had found me online. We had chatted, as you do, discovered that we live in the same town. Bovril told me from the start that he is married and has never been unfaithful. Ok not a problem as we were only chatting online. I found that Bovril is not happy with his sexless marriage, nothing he does or says persuades his wife to have sex. aving chatted to a lot of married men over the last few years this seems to be a recurring theme. Hey I didn’t want sex with my husband in the last 10-15 years either so I can understand that.

He was interested in my sex life and the things I get upto. I allowed him access to my blog (not this one but one of my previous blogs). He enjoyed reading both my exploits and my stories. I teased him relentlesly (I do adore teasing). We decided to meet up for a coffee on the last working day before christmas. We met in the cafe of a local garden centre. Chatting over a hot drink for an hour was nice then we went our seperate ways.

The next day was christmas eve and I wrote my story about a chance meeting on Christmas eve. Later when I had finished all the shopping I planned to do I took myself off to the view point high above the city. I text Bovril to let him know I was going to get a cuppa at my favourite view. So I was not suprised when he arrived there.

He joined me in my car, we chatted and drank our tea/coffee. He did kiss me but that was all. So if you were expecting that my story had come true you will be disappointed. We both had to get home so didn’t stay too long.

But if you think that was the end of it ……………………no.

A few days later we did a re-run. A different car park but still with a view over the city. We were going to get a drink in the nearby pub but didn’t. Instead we chatted kissed, fondled. Remember he is married with no sex. He was feeling very aroused in my company, I was feeling very empowered. Here was this faithful married man wanting me to do things to him that he had been missing for years. I let him fondle my breasts, I tore open his fly, releasing his already hard member. After a few moments of caresssing him I bent my head down to taste him. By now we both had our seats reclined, the windows were completely steamed up. I took him into my mouth and gave him his first ever blow job. I still find it odd that some men have never experienced a blow job.

His hand was fumbling between my thighs, I slid my jeans down to give him better access where I wanted him. I am sorry to say that he was not very skilled. But I guess that is down to his lack of experience even though he has been married for over 20 yrs. When we parted company to drive home in the growing dusk he left feeling satisfied, I did not.

Over the following months we chatted frequently and it was clear he wanted to see me again, he wanted me to teach him, to make him a better lover, how to give his wife pleasure, to show him what he had been missing all this time. But as time passed it became obvious that there was never going to be a time when we were both free. Gradually we chatted less and less. Now we chat once every few months for a few minutes.

pre christmas peace and fun

Fiona stood at the bar, her trainers slipped slightly and the hems of her black jeans dragged in the mud.

One tea and a hot dog with onions please

She was taking a break from the manic masses that were everywhere. Her Christmas shopping was done. The presents for her children were wrapped and the food bought. Now all she needed to do was get the house straight. She had let things go for ages now and the kids did nothing to help. School books still lay on the table amongst the clean laundry that she had neatly folded, but was now a muddle of garments tumbling onto the floor. Fiona had come up here to get a breath of fresh air and take in her favourite view.

Make that two hot dogs, one tea and one coffee please mate

Said a voice from behind her right shoulder. As she turned to look at the owner of the voice she found herself looking at a man she had never seen before. He wore an orange rain jacket and jeans with walking boots. His face was kind, his eyes a soft green that twinkled at her as he smiled.

As Fiona opened her mouth to protest this man held his finger to his lips to indicate that she shouldn’t say anything.

‘I came up here to get away from the Christmas Eve crowds, I take it you are doing the same. Please accept these as a Christmas gift from one stranger to another to celebrate the peace we have both found.’

His smile as he spoke captivated Fiona, she was speechless, nothing like this happens to her. It’s the sort of thing you might read about in those soppy novels by the likes of Barbara Cartland. Nora Luft’s her ex husband had always called them.

The steaming mugs sat on the bar now as the man inside the van placed the two hot dogs on to the stainless steel holder where they could sit whilst sauce was added. That was a good idea meant you still had both hands free. Fiona picked up her hot dog complete with brown sauce and her mug of steaming tea she turned to the stranger to thank him and began walking towards her car. The man followed her to her car.

‘I come up here fairly often when I can. I love looking out over the city picking out the land marks then looking out over the harbour counting the ships.’

Smiling Fiona looks up into his face.

‘Yes I do that too……sometimes in the day like this but also at night when the city is all lit up. I like trying to pick out the places I know. It’s getting cold now; I am going to get into my car, thank you for these.’

‘No worries, it was a pleasure to put a smile on a beautiful face, why don’t you come sit in my car we can show each other the places we know’.

Seeing Fiona looking around puzzled.
‘Sorry my name’s Ben, my car is over there the other side of the white van.’

‘Hi Ben, Fiona, do you do this often? Buy drinks for stranger women and invite them into your car?’

‘Actually no, I am quite shy, but it must be something about the day and seeing you there alone, you looked so much at peace with yourself. You are very sexy did you know that?’

‘Thank you Ben.’

‘No thank you for allowing me to chat with you. Look I can see you are getting colder as you are shivering now, please come to my car with me, I promise I won’t abduct you. I will even give you my car keys to hold if that makes you feel safer’

The two people, complete strangers just a few short minutes ago, walked towards his blue Mondeo. Once inside with their mugs resting on the shelf making circular patches of steam develop on the windscreen. Fiona and Ben continue chatting about the view, and their reasons for being there on this damp Christmas Eve.

‘Everything is so hectic at this time of year it’s nice to just spend a little while away from the crowds.’

‘I hate crowds, I love getting out into the countryside on my bike, but on days like this there are so many things that need to be done to make sure that tomorrow is as good as possible, but I still need to get a little bit of peace so that I can face the rest of it. Here let me take that for you, oh don’t you have small delicate hands, may I?’

Ben takes hold of Fiona’s hand and turning it palm up he lightly kisses her fingertips. Fiona giggles, she looks into Ben’s eyes for a fraction longer than she needs to, their eyes lock as he leans across and plants a kiss on her cheek. As he draws back their eyes meet again before he leans in for a kiss on Fiona’s waiting lips.

‘ Mmmm you taste nice can I kiss you again?’

Fiona puts her hands on his shoulders drawing Ben towards her as they lose themselves in their kiss. Hands stroking and rubbing each other as their desire for each other builds rapidly now. Ben slips a hand between Fiona’s legs which she parts slightly without even thinking about what she is doing. All she knows and cares about in this moment is that this lovely man is kissing her and she doesn’t want him to stop. Taking her hands off his shoulders Fiona places her left hand on Ben’s thigh whilst her right hand delves inside his jacket and under his sweater. She only knows that it is almost Christmas. She has been dreading a lonely Christmas with no kisses under the mistletoe for her this year and here she was in the arms of this kind sexy man.

As his hand inches up between her thighs Fiona begins to squirm about in her seat, trying to make it easier for Ben to find the place she wants him to find. She knows that once his fingers reach the top of her thighs he will notice how wet she has become, surely some of her wetness has seeped through the material of her jeans. She feels the little tugs in her clitoris as their kisses become more urgent. Half pulling away Fiona fumbles with the button fly on her jeans, she takes hold of Ben’s hand guiding him into her jeans so that his fingers just nudge her engorged button.

Fiona almost jumps off the seat as her body convulses with the shock as his fingers find just the right place to trigger an immediate orgasm.

‘Fuck! Oh god! Fuck! fuck! Don’t stop, hey please don’t ……..that felt so good, I don’t remember the last time I felt that good.’

Fiona can’t believe how quickly Ben brought her to orgasm then withdrew his fingers, but she relaxed when she saw him place his fingers against his lips drawing one finger between his lips, his left hand drawing her head back close to his, he slips the other wet finger between her lips so that they are both tasting her juice simultaneously.

Fiona kisses Ben whilst his fingers are still in both their mouths, her own fingers busy working on his belt and zip, she wants his cock released from the confines of his jeans. Ben tilts his seat back a little as Fiona lowers her head, she can already see the pre cum glistening an the head of his stiff waiting penis. It seems to be calling to her. Fiona can taste the sweet stickiness before her tongue makes contact with his rock hard shaft. Now they are both moaning as she draws his length slowly into her mouth.
She feels the swelling increase as his sperm begins to spurt into her hot mouth.

‘sorry’

‘what are you sorry for?’

‘I came so quickly, it’s been a while since I last had my cock in a woman’ mouth, it was just too much for me to contain myself, sorry.’

‘no need to be sorry’

‘Any way I must apologise as you didn’t come here for this, I should never have kissed you.’

‘yes you should, I know I came here for a bit of peace, well I got a piece of you and that was an unexpected bonus. I expected to spend Christmas without a kiss. Now I have been kissed by you.’

Fiona smiles wickedly at Ben as he blushes

‘There must be a fairy Godmother after all.’

Fiona clambers out of the car adjusting her jeans and strides back to her own car, switches on the engine and drives away to join her family with the Christmas preparations.

Silent control

Esme had watched Armand’s face closely as he weighed her left breast in his hand giving it an appreciative caress with his thumb before following the same process with her right breast. It had made her uncomfortable the first time Armand had done this only to inform her that her breasts as magnificent as they are don’t match completely. No of course not, no woman is symetrical but Esme had never considered the difference in her breasts to be significant enough to notice. Esme had enjoyed the power that her breasts had afforded her over the men in her life, until she had met Armand.

Almost from the instant Armand had walked up to her in the wine bar Esme had felt there was something different about him. Placing his hand on her wrist as it rested on the bar, his firm but gentle grip that left her feeling compelled to look  into his deep brown eyes. Standing there looking as though he owned the place not saying  a word until Esme tried to slide her hand from beneath his, Esme began to feel a little unsure of herself. The normally confident PR girl was surrendering control to this unknown man before her.

Lifting her wrist from the bar, keeping his grip firm the slight pressure urging her away from the bar his soft voice barely more than a whiser, taking her by suprise. ‘I need you to follow me now please’. Astonished Esme found herself rising from her barstool and with her free hand grabbing her shoulder bag and jacket from their hook on the side of the bar. She allowed herself to be silently led between the tables of afterwork drinkers, through the door and into the early evening street.  It hadn’t occurred to her to say anything, to resist, she just followed this stranger like the obedient girl she was about to become for the first time in her life.

Once outside in the weak late summer sun, Esme hesitated, wanting to stay here and finish her glass of  Cabernet Sauvignon, the South African Merlot had been going down nicely easing the stress of the day from her body. Feeling her hesitation Armand urged her to follow him. ‘My car is just around the corner, come with me now I promise I will look after you.’ With those deep brown eyes boring into her own lighter hazel eyes Esme knew she didn’t have the strength of will to refuse. Trotting along beside this tall stranger his hand around her wrist never quite relinquishing his grip keeping her by his side as he strode on.

Now a month later Esme is still amazed at how easily Armand had taken control of her. Not for one minute had she doubted that he would take care of her. Without question she had climbed inside his Mercedes SLR with its strange upward sliding doors, obediently fastening her seatbelt, ready to be driven wherever this man cared to take her. It had  taken less than 10 minutes before the  sleek black machine slid through the barrier and down into the underground car park.  Still not speaking she had followed like a puppy at her master’s heel into the  lift which swiftly took them to his apartment (she had known instinctly that it was his).

Apart from work the two of them had become inseperable. At the end of that first evening they had driven together to her small flat to collect what clothes she would need for the next few days. They had talked while he made dinner, it was refreshing to talk to a smart intelligent man who didn’t think sex was everything. In fact sex hadn’t been part of their talk at all that night. But he had made it clear, although not in so many words that by leaving with him she had agreed to be his.

That first night they had slept side by side not touching under the fresh cool cotton sheets of his queensize bed. But it had been the second night that Esme had learnt what her future with Armand would trully be like. Each day Armand drove her to work and collected her, he took her shopping for new clothes gradually replacing  her own. Anything she wanted Armand would get for her.

‘Anything my girl desires will be yours in return for your complete devotion’.

For the first time since she had been a child Esme was not in control of her own life, she wasn’t sure this was what she wanted but she felt powerless to resist this man’s charm. Whatever he said she was slave to his greater presence. As the days passed into weeks she was learning more about this man and his desires. Each evening after dinner Armand led Esme into her small bedroom where she would find an outfit laid out for her. It could be a silky evening dress, pvc catsuit, school girl uniform the variations endless. Armand would silently watch her strip off, his cool assesment of her body unnerving had now become normal. Cupping her breasts in turn, running his hands over her body appreciatively showing her who it was that owned her, he would turn on his heel and leave her to dress. Once dressed Esme would join Armand wherever he was either in his sumptuous yet elegant sittingroom or in his expensively stark bedroom.

Night after night they played out whatever scenario he had in his mind. The most startling revelation had been the night there had been no clothes just a rope laid out on the bed. That night he had waited while she bathed before expertly wrapping the rope around her body and limbs in a such a way that it was obvious he knew exactly what he was doing. Oddly Esme had felt only a flicker of fear before succumbing to his expertise. Even in the short time they had been together she had already learnt that it was better for her to trust Armand ad do exactly what he wanted. Her obedience was rewarded with the soothing comfort of sleeping in his arms in his big comfortable bed. Reluctance was rewarded with a lonely night in her own uncomfortable single bed with its sagging mattress in the cramped dark room the door locked and a bucket in the corner if she needed it.

There had been 2 nights spent there so far the first had been the night she had been introduced to his array of leather paddles. At first Esme had stared in horror as Armand had approached her with a small leather oar shaped item in his hand motioning her to bend over the back of the only chair in her room.

‘Young lady you will bend over the chair and surrender your smooth bottom to my paddle. Resistence will lead to you being banished from my bed tonight.’ she had been scared for the first time since they had met. ‘Please Armand I’m scared, please don’t hurt me, I will do anything you want but please not that…..please’. Without waiting he had pushed her over the chair and begun using his paddle on her soft flesh. There was none of the pain she was expecting just tiny taps followed by soft carresses. Mistakenly Esme thought her pleading had brought a change of heart but in reality he was merely introducing her gently to one of his favourite games. When he pulled her back to a standing position, she let out a big sigh of relief.

But instead of pulling her into his embrace for a kiss he left the room locking the door as he went. At first Esme had sat on the edge of the bed patiently waiting for him to return……..he didn’t …….not until the morning. The second time was when she was dressed in a micro skirt skimpy top with spagheti straps and red fishnet stockings and heels. She looked fantastic and knew it. The trouble came when Armand told her they were going out for a drink.

Today Esme was facing the prospect of another night in solitude. Earlier the two of them had been shopping for groceries. Armand had embarrassed her by picking up a variety of melons and comparing each to her breasts. But as embrrassed as she was Esme could cope with that. Her undoing had been after they had returned home. he had passed her the ginger root they had selected together and instructed her to peel it. Esme was curious. ‘why do you want it peeled?’

‘peeled ginger will be more effective, have you ever heard of figging?’

She hadn’t and duly peeled the knobbly root to Armand’s specification then whilst he prepared theirigging meal she googled figging.

A peeled ginger root, shaped like a slender butt plug, inserted into the anus without lubrication of any kind. The ginger juices cause pain and extreme horniness. The person belonging to said anus become twitchy, jumpy and very lively. The effect lasts for about 20 minutes or more depending on the freshness and strength of the root. The root can also be applied directly to the clitoris or inserted into the urethra.

Valerie’s secret

It’s nearly 5.30pm and Valerie knows it wont be long before she is released for the evening. She brings herself back to the here and now, Julie is explaining to her how to turn off the switchboard at the end of the day. Tomorrow Valerie would be on her own. She had started this new job as receptionist at the Surveyor’s office a day early so that Julie could show her the ropes. Julie was leaving to have a baby. As they were putting on their coats the two women wished each other ‘good luck’.

Valerie had done this kind of work before, but not in an office this size. Usually Valerie liked to work in a busy office where she wouldn’t have time to think. She liked to have enough work to keep her mind active and her hands busy. You learn more when you are in a busy environment & Valerie liked to treat each day as an opportunity to learn. But this time Valerie knew that she would not be busy in this office. There would not be many visitors and phone calls through the switchboard would be minimal. She knew a little about the Company, there were two senior surveyors, Conrad Jasper and Marcus Bentley, between them they own the majority of shares in the Company. Then there were the other surveyors, Davies, Wheeler, Thompson, Taylor and Cartwright. There were a host of others but as yet Valerie didn’t know what they all did. Oh well she would soon learn who they all were. One name Valerie had learnt very early in the day was Cora Baker. Cora was PA to both Marcus and Conrad, she was very protective of her two bosses and you crossed her at your peril.

Valerie had taken this job as she needed the money to bring up her two teenage sons Jamie and Tom, but it would also give her time to keep up with her studying during the quiet periods through out the day. There was another reason Valerie had taken this job in this particular office, but this was Valerie’s secret.

Earlier in the day Valerie had been in the post room sorting through the days outgoing post ready for collection. She had heard two male voices the other side of the screen separating the post room from the openplan office behind it. Valerie couldn’t help but smile as she heard these two as yet unidentified voices in hushed whispers. The younger voice was telling the other that he thought the new receptionist was hot. Those legs, surely they must be in stockings, not tights under that tight pinstripe skirt and those heels made her legs appear to go on forever. The other man, he had a much older voice told his friend that he was wrong women in their forties don’t wear stockings to work. Anyway he told his younger colleague. ‘You don’t know much about women, it isn’t the legs you look at, you need to check out her breasts and if he wasn’t mistaken the new receptionist was all woman. Curvy in all the right places and those boobies straining against the buttons of her white blouse have just got to be fabbie dabbie.’ Valerie cringed to herself, she hated words/phrases like boobies and fabbie dabbie, they made her think of adolescent public school boys.

Valerie had been brought back from her wondering thoughts when she heard the younger man ask.
‘Marcus, whatever is the matter with Cora today? Did you see the looks she gave the new receptionist when she came in with the coffee this morning. That’s not like her.’

‘Oh you know Cora, how she feels she has to protect me and Conrad. She’s worried I will run off with the new gal, thinks my eye was on her too much, not like Conrad he hardly noticed her at all. Funny that, as she is about his age, But I guess he is settled at home. But I was worried about him a few months ago.’

‘Why were you worried about Conrad?’
‘Oh you know when he sent all the staff a text wishing everyone a happy new year. He got himself in a muddle, sent some of us the wrong message, including Cora, upset her I can tell you. Seems our Conrad is not all he seems, had been having a steamy affair & accidentally sent a text meant for this mystery woman. Cora vowed to get to the bottom of it.’

Valerie smiled to herself as she picked up the crisp white envelopes and slipped them into the sack ready for the post man to collect.

That’s day one in the new job over, this could be interesting Valerie told herself as she slipped behind the wheel of her black focus and started the engine. In ten minutes she would be through the door of their new flat. She would only have time for a shower and put on her favourite new sexy lingerie before he would join her.

Valerie had known as soon as she heard the voice this morning that it had been Cora who had called her anonymously last week.

Well Cora was not going to get at her. Conrad was not Cora’s husband but he was Valerie’s lover.

to be continued

something a little different

I had a friend request from someone on facebook who has Riff Dog as a mutual friend. Of course anyone who has Riff as a friend has to be considered worth adding as a friend. (Obviously as I am also a friend of Riff’s that must mean that I am also worth being friends with for all his other friends yes?).  Anyway this new friend Atlantic and I have been exchanging a fair number of messages. During the course of these messages the subject of my voice came up. Well thats natural right? after all my voice is a valuable asset to me. I think perhaps I should be taking out an insurance policy just on my voice.

My voice is what you could call a hidden asset. Ok so I also have other hidden assets which you have been lucky enough to glimpse through this blog. But my voice is something you have never been able to see. Personally I do not like the sound of my voice…………yes I know I can talk for ever when I have a mind to……I think I may be addicted to talking. But when ever I hear recordings of my voice I hear a thin tinny whine which is soooooo cringe worthy. But through my work I spend a lot of time on the phone. I am told that talking to me is like being caressed. yeah right! I am told I have a sexy voice…….what could be sexy about it? I am told I have a very cheeky voice. All this has led to me thinking that I would love to be one of the voices used on SAT NAV. But that is just a dream that I will probably never do anything about.

However about 6 months or so ago I was thinking about trying to record myself reading some of my stories that my readers could then access through my blog. I then discovered that my friend Ms cake had already set up a library of her own stories that you could buy. I didn’t want to copy what she was doing as we are not clones. I did however as an experiment record 2 or 3 readings which I then emailed to my friend Blogger (being on another continent we couldn’t just pick up a phone). I found it difficult to read in a manner that would bring out the sexyness of the story and reflect my natural way of speaking. I didn’t continue with the project and had almost forgotten about it until Atlantic said that he would love to hear my voice. I located one of these recordings and emailed it to him.  Next day I found this reply

That was great. I loved your voice. So sexy. I could listen to you all night!

He has since mentioned that he would love to hear more of my sexy voice. so I thought I would let you lovely readers have the opportunity to hear the piece I sent to him (bearing in mind this was six months ago and I have not listened to it myself since then) …..yes I know I could have a listen now but as I said I don’t like the sound of my voice. If you listen to this and like it I might be persuaded to make more recordings………….I wonder if I could do them without having to hear them myself ……….yeah I know stupid idea.

each night 2

I hope this is worth it as I have just had to pay to upgrade my blog in order to upload this file……….good thing I have just been paid 🙂

 

I am now adding my second recording which Atlantic has now heard and liked. I had a suprise visit from Karl after lunch today and I played this to him (it is purely coincidence that I am waiting for him to install a new shower for me). I wanted to know if my voice on the recording is anything like my actual voice. He says that it is.

shower 2

I hope you enjoy this.

Confession time (the vicar’s fault)

Confession time had arrived, the moment Penny had been dreading was here. There was no pretending it hadn’t happened, the evidence was there in plain sight. Penny could feel her face heating up with embarrassment, she wanted to hide behind her coat but she knew this was going to be something she would have to face. She would have to live with the consequences of her error, it was her weakness that had led to this.

Taking her time to look around the room, biting her lip, staring unseeingly at the posters on the walls of this small room. The wooden chair uncomfortable, but more so than usual today. The light but fir touch on her arm brough Penny back to the here and now.

How is the dancercise class was going ? You are still going every week I take it

yes

and your increased medication how is that going?

Thats ok I increased them just the way you told me to. I’m now on 2 tablets twice a day no problem. I found that setting an alarm to go off in the evenings helps remind me to take the second dose.

Right but you don’t seem to be losing any weight, is there a problem sticking to the diet.

Errmm yes it’s ummm not easy especially since………..

…….since what Penny?

Since the vicar…..

The vicar?

Yes its all the vicar’s fault

What on earth did the vicar do?

He reminded me how wonderful they are
It isn’t often that a vicar makes me salivate

I can see you are finding this hard but unless you tell me I can’t help you.

I was out shopping for salad and yoghurts to take to work for lunch when I found myself in search of them……….I couldn’t help it…….I wouldn’t have done it if it wasn’t for him. Then once I had given in the first time it happened again and again every time I went. Then I would dash home to pop them in the oven for a few minutes before splitting them open adding a knob of sunflower spread.

What?

There is nothing more heavenly than a warm cheese scone with melting butter dripping down your chin.

Laughing the diabetic nurse assured Penny that is all it was she could find a recipe for low fat scones and she could make her own but not to have too many.

getting hot and bothered with facebook

It has been a week now since I started my new facebook account in the name of Anna Jay. I have lots of nice new friends and it hasn’t done this blog any harm either as I noticed that my stats have increased and yesterday was a record day.

But what I really like is the new friends I have some of them I would never have found without this fb account. I have found Easily Aroused who I had mistakenly thought had given up writing on his blog a few years ago. Even though it has been a few years since last reading his blog some of his fantasies are indelibly etched on my mind. His writing has never failed to make me very hot and wet.

There are others who I had never heard of before but I shall enjoy getting to know them. I love the sexy profile pictures but I also like some of the links that are being posted. I have found myself particularly drawn to the pictures from double the pleasure. I may be more straight than Bi although I am a little curious these pictures of nubile young women kissing and fondling have got me more than a little wet. I have had to remove my knickers and sit on a folded towel while I write this post. I have checked out all 3 pages of pictures that can be sent as gifts to friends……..who wants one? But for me I think my favourite is Heidi and Sandi but they are all very hot and I am now highly aroused. I would love to be in a clinch with any of the girls featured. If you want to see what I am talking about have a gander at this. Male or female you won’t be able to resist, I know I couldn’t resist squeezing my left nipple while my right hand worked on my already wet and engorged clit just thinking about them.

I have also found a game I didn’t know about which has currently got me hooked………..would it suprise you to know I have been playing The Sex Game. I am of course neither a monogamist or a player but a nympho (what else?). I could do with some friends to help me though.

after hours

It was the first sunny afternoon for weeks and Stu was stuck in the office. His partner Jim and the girls who work for them had left 20 minutes ago. Stu was enjoying the peace, he had a complicated quote to prepare for a client who would be arriving first thing tomorrow. It would take him at least an hour more to get this done but at least he wouldn’t be interrupted. He glanced out of the window by his left elbow watching the sun playing in the leaves of the big oak tree across the car park then past the tree across to the distant hills,lush green for once at this time of year after all the recent rain. He couldn’t wait to escape and go for his customary drink at his local pub on the way home. On a day like this he could sit in the beer garden with his pint and read his paper. Reluctantly he turned back to the sheaf of paper on his desk and clicked the mouse, immediately the screen of his laptop leapt back into life. Stu had been working for about 5 minutes when he thought he heard someone on the stairs leading up to this first floor office. Stu dismissed the thought quickly as no one would be here at this time the office sign at the entrance had been turned to show closed, he had seen to that himself. he heard the familiar creak of the door from across the room. As he watched the door slowly crept open a head of black hair came around the door followed by the rest of the woman. head held high the woman stepped into the room looked around and saw Stu at his desk in the far corner of the room.

‘Hello, can I help you he asks’ curiosity getting the better of him.

With the assurance of a proud woman she makes her way towards Stu. Extending her hand she tells him that she is hoping he can help her. A quick glance from head to toe tells tu that this woman knows how to dress but has obviously fallen on hard times. Her elegant black court shoes have seen better days as has her mid calf length red skirt. Stu always notices the shoes a woman is wearing but his eyes have become rivetted to her impressive bust which is held under a modest top not quite matching the skirt in color. As she breathes he is transfixed by the sight of the swell of her bosom as it heaves up and down. Her skin the color of polished rosewood blemish free from what he can see as he lifts his eyes to her face, her full lips and the widest brown eyes he has ever seen. Stu realises that this woman before him is speaking but he has heard nothing. He shakes his head and asks her to repeat what she just said.

‘I am looking for work, I have recently become widowed, I need to work to feed my children.’

Stu looks across the room he doesnt need any staff, this is only a small office, Stu, Jim and the two girls Lydia and Maria who work for them. Regretfully his tells this vision before him that he can’t offer her anything. she offers to clean the office, anything at all if she can earn some money to buy supper for her little ones. Stu tells her to take a seat and tell him a bit more about herself. there might be a way he can help her but as yet he doesn’t know how. He is always happy to help anyone in trouble, especialy someone as beautiful and exotic looking as this creature. A few minutes later he has learnt that Elisa came from a comfortable life with her hard working husband and three children to her current impoverished state following the death of her husband. he had fallen into debt, gambling and cancelled his insurance policies, leaving her with nothing after his death. Their house had been repossessed, she was now living in a one bedroom flat with her girls, the eldest aged 13 was looking after the younger two while Elisa went looking for work. by the end of her tale Stu’s heart had been sorely touched. He looked in his wallet and removed the £45 that as nestling there and handed it to Elisa. It wasn’t much but it would buy her food for a few days.

Elisa was adamant that she could not accept this money as she had done nothing to earn it. He assured her that she had earnt every penny just by walking into this office and brightening his evening with her vibrant smile. Suddenly Elisa lept up and threw her arms around Stu kissing him full on the lips in gratitude. He couldn’t help himself, he held her to him and kissed her back. He knew he shouldn’t do this but it isn’t every day that such a lovely woman throws herself into his lap to give him such a sumptuous kiss. Stu felt her hesitate then relax into the kiss. The longer the kiss continued the more confident he became as he held onto her, letting his tongue probe her slightly parted lips. Soon his tongue was searching the very depths of her soft warm mouth. Stu’s hands crept round her back one resting in the small of her back the other moving up to hold her head to his. Elisa didn’t pull back just accepted the kiss. He felt as though he wanted to hold her forever and not let anything bad happen to her. As Elisa began to relax against his chest as he continued to kiss her, she began to return his kiss with a passion she hadn’t felt for many months. Suddenly the loneliness of recent months hit her in the pit of the stomach as if someone had punched her. elisa’s hand slipped up to mike’s face caressing his cheek as their kisses became more fervent. Stu nuzzles his face against her hair smelling the scent of coconuts in her clean tresses.

His hands begin to wander over her back, Elisa does nothing to stop him, she is melting into him, her hands also begin to roam. He can’t believe it when her fingers start to fiddle with his shirt buttons, he had removed his tie when the others left for the day. Deftly she has his shirt open and nuzzles her face against the moderate amount of hairs on his chest. He takes this as his cue to let his hands wander towards her breasts. Tentatively at first, he doesn’t want to push his luck he lets his fingers trace the outine of her breast. When she still does nothing to stop him he becomes bolder and pinches the nipple of her left breast, she sighs and nuzzles closer, he lets his fingers slip inside her top, caressessing the soft skin as it rises and falls with her every breath.

Stu, ever the gentleman tells Elisa that she is very beautiful, he looks into her sad eyes and sees a spark light up as his fingers find her nipple under the fabric of her bra and give it a flick, a slight moan escapes her lips. Emboldened now he pushes her away from his chest and tugs her top over her head he has a great need to gaze on these silken orbs. To his amazement she twists an arm behind her back releasing the clasp of her black lace bra and flings it across the room landing on the back of Jim’s chair just at the edge of his eyesight. He is overtaken by a desire for this wonderful woman who was so unexpectedly sat on his lap. He dips his head toward her bosom massaging her right breast with his hand he finds her left nipple and sucks it into his mouth flicking with his tongue as he does so. Elisa wriggles in his lap holding onto his head for dear life as he suckles harder on her now engorged nipple. To his utter suprise Elisa begins to sing, softly at first but gradually getting louder as her wriggles increase. the more she wriggles he can feel his erection growing steadily harder until he can contain it no longer. Releasing her nipple Stu lifts Elisa from his lap and places her onto his desk, the papers he was working on scatter in all directions. He closes his laptop and stands before Elisa tasting her lips again as he resumes the passionate kiss of a few moments earlier.

As he stands before her one arm around her waist his right hand rests on her thigh, his ever increasing lust growing more evident he groans. She looks down and catches sight of the bulge in his black pin striped suit trousers. She reaches down and runs a nail across his bulge. He is undone now he cant back off now he must have her here and now. like lightening his hand is inside her skirt while his other hand wrestles with his belt. She helps him with the belt and unzips him. his fingers find her panties they are damp and getting damper. with his thumb and fore finger he pulls the fabric to one side, inserts his middle finger where she is wettest. He wriggles his hips a little to loosen his trousers and they fall to the floor as he knew they would. (he has practiced this move with his girlfriend).

he grabs her hips pulling her to the edge of the desk, her now soaking wet pussy is begging to be filled and he is going to be the one to do it. Still Elisa has not pulled away or complained if anything she is enjoying his attentions. It seems to him that she wants this as much as he does, but just to make sure he asks her if it is ok to continue. He is so fucking hard now he needs the release of cumming in a hot pussy. If she says no its going to be damn hard to stop but he will respect her wishes. He is after all a gentleman. Elisa looks him in the eye and almost screams at him

‘fuck, fuck, fucccccccckkkkkkkkkk me now pleaseeeeeeee I neeeeedd to beee fuuuuuckkkedddddd pleeeeeeaaaaaaaaasssssssseeeeeeeeee’

He didn’t need telling twice, he fumbles in his desk drawer for the pack hidden right at the back. Expertly covers his cock with a bright yellow banana flavoured condom he pushes inside her and pumped for all he was worth while she wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands upon his shoulders singing wildly fuck me oh please fuck me I need you to fuck me. Stu’s girlfriend Louise is a moaner, his wife Val never makes much noise, he has had other lovers some quiet some not so quiet but he had never come across a woman who sang while having her cunt fucked. This was so new to him it made him even more aroused. He shoots his load and shudders as his body begins to relax. Slowly he withdaws and sinks to his knees in worship. But Elisa isn’t finished yet. She grabs his head and pulls it against her still bucking cunt. MMMM now this is something that he has dreampt of, burying his face in the wet pussy of a stranger. She tastes so sweet he must drink her juice, slowly he brings his tongue down from her clit to her ass and back again, he lets his tongue circle her swollen bud. He repeats this a few times before letting his tongue lickup all the juice that dribbles out of her swollen lips. mmmm he is in heaven now. Just then his phone beeps with the arrival of a text,he will look at it in a minute but first he must sup all that this woman has to offer. As he is giving his tongue a good workout in this invitingly wet pussy she shudders through an orgasm, goes rigid then relaxes. Elisa pushes his head away and says she should be going, her girls will be getting hungry.They both adjust their clothing and replacing those garments that had been discarded, she says nothing, he tells her she is wonderful. Elisa blushes, thanks him and walks to the door. He checks his text message. It is his friend, the one he fancies like mad but can’t have.

‘I have finished writing your fantasy for you’.

Lol good girl and what timing, he wonders if he could get her to write one like this?

Your fantasy

I have had an email from a man who has flattered me greatly regarding my writing and sexual expertise. (ok maybe he was flattering me in the hope of a bj while he visits NYC). He will be a lot further away from me there than he is now lol. Anyway his invite to visit him in his swanky hotel got me thinking about a story. I would like to try something a little different.

Here is the start of a story can you write the next part then maybe I will continue it from your idea………….

It has been a long tiring day travelling to get here. You leave me to rest while you attend to your business. There will be meetings and conferences, times when you will be occupied. I have my books and pens to keep me happy. Through half closed eyes I see you silently slip from the room dressed in your dark suit, your tall frame fills the doorway.

A few moments later it seems I open my eyes the room warm, a whiff of your aftershave reaches me in my half sleep. I turn towards the window where I see you. I must have been asleep for hours. You are no longer sheathed in your charcoal suit and lemon shirt. I watch you as you shift through papers sprawled across your lap as you make notes on the desk. You are sat sideways to the desk with your feet propped up on the edge. From my vantage point I see the way your robe has parted showing more leg than it should. Silently I rise from the bed crossing the room. You are oblivious of my presence; you are so engrossed in your work. A frown creases your brow.

Silently I wrap my arms about your neck as I lean over you kissing your neck down to your parted lips. As you look up at me your papers fall in a heap. Stepping over them I climb into your lap still kissing and hugging. Your hands slide inside my black satin wrap as I wriggle into a comfortable position. We cling to each other as our hands and mouths explore the body pressed against our own ……………………..

So what do you think happens next?