Wednesday, 13 June 2018
when I'm at the bottom of the deepest chasm, with no escape.
When I'm craving for love and friendship, but cannot bear the thought of people, having to talk, to pretend.
When I've been abandoned by loved ones to get on with it, while I am talking to death, he my only companion
While life has nothing in it, no luster, no love, nothing to keep me going
When all hope is gone, nothing in my future and I'm praying for death to come, take me with him
While the world turns and the sun shines, I see nothing, nothing but darkest blackness, feel crushed by the pressure grief, lost in the ocean hopelessness.
When God is far from me, and I'm trapped in a bubble of doubt, fear, my soul irretrievably perished, where are you?
Where is love? Where is my care, Why am I alone in the death of life?
My God was there, hidden by my desperation, hidden by my destruction being all I felt
My Saviour was there, holding me up, keeping me from death, stopping my finality
When I cried out I was heard, when I felt no sound was listened to , the Angels were summoned
Joyless soul under gradual healing, Miraculous help surrounding me where no cuddles were able
Love deep inside rising to protect me from death, his draw subsiding
After years the cloak of death being ripped off my soul, administering oil of restoration pouring over me
Love, my God, my Saviour, my Life
Wednesday, 23 May 2018
Saturday, 12 May 2018
Sunday, 21 January 2018
They were both reading travel books on Italy. They had noticed each other but said nothing until their eyes met, they laughed and started to chat, It was a very long journey to Verona.
He spied her as soon as he got on the train and headed straight to her seat, sitting directly opposite her. God she was attractive. Long dark hair, deep pools of Brown for eyes and perfect cupid bow lips. She had a open smiley face. He was shocked to feel stirings and placed his bag over his lap for a bit.
He noticed she was reading the same travel book he had, so he got it out and pretended to read.
He was delighted to find they were heading to the same city, conversation was fun and flirty, they didnt stop talking the whole way. Time flew by and soon, it seemed, it was time to say goodbye. They exchanged numbers promising to get together for dinner or drinks, soon.
Verona was a beautiful cosmopolitan city, historic with wonderful restaurants and pavement cafe's, Great looking men around every corner, great shopping Versace and Gucci shops, which she loved, she did a lot of smiling.
Her first day she indulged in some recreational shopping and people watching in street cafe's. The sun was beautifully warm, the sky unbroken blue, a pleasure to just sit and sip coffee.
She purchased some gorgeous underware, shoes of course, a beautiful Gucci watch and some lusty perfume. Shopping had given her an appetite, so she found her favorite pizza restaurant in Verona, you have to have real Italian pizza when in italy! She took her seat outside, then she saw him.
He had spotted her earlier and decided to follow her while she shopped. He was impressed, she obviously had money, now she had spotted him so he sauntered over to her, taking the opportunity to ask if he could join her. She seemed delighted. They shared a great pizza, drank Limonchello's and walked together around historic Verona, even going into Juliets house standing on the balcony where she called her Romeo. It was a fun afternoon. She was expecting a business call so they returned to her hotel having a few more drinks in her room. There was a great view to the amphitheatre. He asked her if she would like to go as La Traviata was on the next evening. She loved that opera, it was lovely and sad, would make her cry, so they arranged to meet early the following day to have dinner first.
Alone in her suite she was worried about the earlier call, business was business but this was mot a good job for her.
She looked forward to tomorrow, she had never before watched opera in the open.
She slept fitfully.
He was so looking forward to the evening with her, he was feeling nervous, hoped they would end up back at her room. The day was going too slow for him, he had business with his father which was bound to be stressful, but he knew it had to be done. His family were in the hierarchy of the italian branch of the Mafia, drugs were they're forte and he hated it, he wanted out!
She had a job to do and do it she will but tonight was about fun. She did some business over the phone while eating lunch in her room, then bathed in some gorgeous bubbles and dressed carefully, casually sexy, well it is alfresco.
He knew a family run restaurant with authentic homemade Italian food, good wholesome cooking.
Over dishes of olives, brushetta, balsamic vinegar/olive oil and pesto he opened up about his family, his formative years, it was a happy family life, he left out their business interests. She was less forthcoming but but a good listener and he really was good to look at.
He knew the owners of this amazing place, they ate some beautiful pasta smothered in creamy seafood sauce. She felt light headed, electric and at home with him in this cosy place.
They walked hand in hand to the amphitheatre. He loved holding her hand, it felt like love, amazing really as he didnt know her but he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
She loved La Traviata, such sorrow. A good opera always made her cry, it was an inner release.
They strolled slowly back to her hotel. He really liked her, even though he knew who her family were, that their families were at loggerheads, were at war. She didn't know this yet and he wondered if it would make a difference to her after tonight, it didn't to him. She captivated him, he wanted to be with her no matter what anyone else thought. He hoped she would feel the same.
She felt sexually heightened, like a tightly coiled spring, goung through to the bedroom returned with just a thin silk robe on. He could see the outline of her body through the silk, her nipples jutted out and he felt stirrings, in fact he was getting uncomfortable.
She poured them both a drink, knowing the effect she was having on him, she handed him his and downed hers in one.
She stood in front of him, parted her legs and stradled him. She unbuttoned his shirt while kissing him. She was wet already, he put his hands inside her robe, feeling for her clitoris, kissing her breasts, her nipples were so suckable.
She was really aroused now so she reached down to open his fly, rose a little to pull his trousers and underwear down.
She lowered herself onto his errect penis, slowly at first savouring the feelings that were coursing through her body, oh this was such pleasure.
He rose to meet her, they became quite frantic like they both needed the release. He just couldn't stop, he was kissing her while thrusting deep inside, she was moaning little squeals escaping her. They came together panting for breath, wet through with sweat smiling at each other at their intensity.
They made their way through to the bedroom and there he took her in his mouth. She loved this, moans of pleasure escaped her as he licked her clit, fingering her and sucking, licking up her juices. She was arching her back, moving her pelvis up to meet his tongue. God this was amazing, he really was a master at his craft. She was nearing climax now, her body tingling nearing pain, jerking, she cried out as she came. She had to stop him as the pleasure was becoming unbearable.
She rolled him over onto his back and took his engorged penis in her mouth. Oh he really was beautiful. She took him slowly, sucking all of him slowly, fondling him gently, playing with him sucking just his helmet, this drove him nuts, he wanted to be inside her not in her mouth. She sucked, licked, poked and prodded till he really couldnt stand it.
He pulled her up to kiss her, long sexy soft kisses, then, when he had calmed down and his heart was not beating a tattoo in his chest he found her clitoris. He moved his cock back and forth along her clit, she was moaning and moving with him, he was sucking her nipples. She reached down and guided his cock into her, they moved slowly together, kissing, caressing, stroking. She loved his face, loved the feelings he was evoking in her. They both rose to meet each other, became lost in each other. He brought her legs up a little so she tightened on him and he went so deep inside her it took them both to orgasm, earth shattering beautiful orgasm.
Collapsing into each others arms they giggled, who knew it could really be this great. They talked into the early hours then slept soundly in each others arms.
In the morning they had breakfast together but both had work toget on with.
They arranged to meet later for a meal in a Venetian restaurant he knew. After kissing goodbye he left for his fathers office.
She took hercall and made all necessary arrangements for her new job, she really wasn't looking forward to it but she was good at what she did.
He liked to walk to his fathers office in the centre of Verona. He was thinking of her and thought he would arrange a romantic trip to Venice. He was smiling as he was making arrangements in his mind, he didnt feel the bullet when it struck mid forehead.
She calmly took the rifle apart, put it in her bag and walked away. He never knew what hit him, well she was the best of the best at what she did.
She had an itch to scratch, which she did and now onto the next.
Wednesday, 17 January 2018
The village stood high in the hills, desolate for some but exciting for the maid and her Lord. They had left everything they had ever known and loved, moving continents to start a new and exciting chapter in their life, neither knew what lay in store or even if they would survive.
Their new home was private with a beautiful stone wall keeping out anyone they wished but they loved their new neighbours, set about trying to learn the new way, to read and speak, this proved to be difficult as anyone interested was only concerned with learning their strange language.
Life was exciting, especially in the depths of winter when the snow came and come it did.
Getting stuck in the snow was an experience all right, snow up to the Lords thigh's their cart wedged tightly due to it being fine when they left home but the snow in this strange land fell swiftly. Having to dig their way out, every morning clearing a way and chopping wood all day. They learnt new skills of survival, having both been cosseted in their previous lives, this gave them a sense of pride, a joy in their exhaustion.
The maid cared for the live stock, milked them, made cheese, yogurt, bread, while her Lord tilled the land grew the food everything they, and the animals ate, survival was dependant on their work and she loved it., .
Their cottage was warm and comfortable in winter cool in the heat of the summer. They made a pond on their land to cool off in summer, but life was missing something for the maid, she yearned for a child of their love. Would they ever be able to do this, to feed a child? Oh yes she knew that for the first year she could feed the child herself, but after that? They would have to make their life here first, know they were able to sustain themselves as well as a child. Oh she yearned for her child that was yet to be.
The Lord was not so enamoured, after the first year where time in this strange and exciting land was just that, exciting. Now though not so much. They had to work very hard to keep alive, make the house livable, gather animals which would feed.and cloth them. This meant keeping the animals warm and well fed too. All too much trouble for him as he had to grow their food and bedding as well as their own. He did not envisage this! He was not sure the maid was worth it and found his time better away from her constant twittering of the child she now wanted to foist on him. Urgh, he could not stand the little oiks. He would rather have a boy capable of being out in the fields with him working the land and it was a good few years before that would be possible, in the mean time he would have to grow even more food to feed the extra mouth. He never considered it could be a girl.
If only the maid knew what he thought about in his head, the things he called her, the way he thought about her. He was well and truly fed up.
He loved the control over her not knowing his thoughts, she and everyone else were still under the impression that he was still utterly happy and in love with his maid, but he really wasn't.
The truth was he was incapable of true feelings, oh he could put them on, make it seem real, and possibly in the beginning of something new they were, but then he always changed. Now though he thought he was very clever, able to hide who he really was and project this other persona to the world about him.
The maid started to feel very lonely. Her lord was different, quieter, distant. He said he was fine, nothing was wrong. He never criticised her but she would catch him looking at her with a strange look on his face, like he was thinking something not quite nice.
She missed her family, had no one to confide in or ask what they though, what she should do.
Life continued, hard work keeping them going, enabling a way of life however meagre.
One cold sleety morning a very attractive man called over the wall to her lord. He was allowed entry to her home so she busied herself making a warm soup & wine, to chase away the chill. Serving them she was told the man was going to be joining them, for a while. He was going to work the land, do repair jobs, for bed & a little sustenance.
The maid was shocked, secretly excited, the man made her feel feelings lost long ago.
Work was hard but the weather was warmer now, the sun shone and warmed their backs, the breeze no longer a worry. The man was wearing only his bottom clothing and this excited the maid. God he was good looking. She caught him many times watching her with those lovely kind eyes. Sometimes their hands brushed together and an electric shock rushed through her body, his too she thought.
He slept in the barn now as he liked the warm air on his body and he could go rest away from everyone in the afternoon heat. It was too hot now to work from noon till late afternoon. He would retire, remove his clothing and think of the maid. He thought of her as his maid, he knew she wasn't but he loved her from afar.
One weekend the lord had been drinking in the local public house. He had insulted a local peasant who had retaliated with a club to the back of his legs. He was now in the Dr's house being looked after, no one knew if he would walk again.
The maid instead of feeling sorrowful was elated, she wasn't sure why, she thought she loved him?
The man came in for food. They sat quietly at the table, a rickety old top with legs nailed to it. He picked at his food and she noticed his hands were shaking. She rose from her seat and walked towards this beautiful man with those eyes, she took his knife from his hand and turned his face to her. He had her hand and suddenly he was kissing her, deep soulful kisses, touching her very being, bringing her to life. She melted against him, all rational thought gone from her she just knew this was where she was born to be.
He gently slid his hand up her skirts , along her thigh to her most secret places, she thought she would die of pleasure, never before had she experienced this with her lord. He was crying soft tears of happiness, to have her in his arms was something amazing. He was trying hard to not lose control himself, he was hard, so hard he could feel his need to have her was so intense. She was abandoning herself to him, trusting him. He was kissing her mouth, her lips, he loved her lips. He peeled away her under garments so to feel her wet in his hands. Little cries and moans were escaping her as he gently rubbed his whetted fingers around her clitoris.
She had never felt such joy, such pleasure, ohhhhh it was taking her over and she felt she would lose consciousness, her body started to tighten and hot feelings were overtaking her. Suddenly she spasmed and shuddered with a loud cry, oh my God she screamed. What happened?
He gently laid her down, removing her top blouse he sucked her nipples while fondling her breasts, he loved her and loved these feelings she provoked in him. He wanted to care for her, love her and make love to her. They kissed deep soul touching kisses then he moved down and she did not know what was going to happen, but she was excited. She automatically took his penis Into her mouth, licking him, feeling him he was hard, engorged and beautiful. He tasted musky, manly, beautiful. She licked around the top poked her tongue into the little hole tracing it with her tongue, mmmmmm, she had never done this, it was so exciting making him moan, Little spasms. She sucked gently and liked and sucked his length, along the shaft, it was delicious.He put his hand under to stop her, so she cupped his balls & stroked him while she was relaxing into what he was doing. She was moaning in pleasure, God this was what she had been missing out on. She was arching her back and moving to and fro.
He was amazed at how she was reacting to him. She was sweet in his mouth. He just wanted to slam into her he was so turned on, she was his!
Her body was stiffening as he was sucking her juices and using his fingers inside her, stroking back and forth, she was wet and delicious.
She was in heaven wrapped up in him, never would she have guessed, never could she have thought!
She cried out in an explosion of emotions, running through her whole body, she threw him off her onto his back. She took him In her mouth, playing with him. Then she kissed him on the mouth, she could taste her cum on his tongue, she smiled as she straddled him opening herself up to his size and lowering onto him the feeling was intense. She had no idea this was how it should be. He raised up to meet her and they moved together with an intensity so strong. He moved her up and down on him and was flying, he was so hot! Never before had he experienced this feeling of intensity. He gently rolled her to be under him, now he could hold out no longer. He moved deep, deeper, she was crying with pleasure, they were kissing all the while and he lifted her legs which sent them both over the edge. They came together with a roar, a cry and clung together.
Both completely sated, devoid of energy wrapped in each others arms.
If the lord ever recovered he would find his house empty.
Saturday, 31 May 2014
Lost, lonely and wandering aimlessly
Aimlessly wandering lost, wondering what to do
Lost joyless, no meaning.
Life lost lustre, eyes lost sparkle, heart lost it's beat
Lost, wandering lost, distant memory of joy
Distant life, distant love, distant meaning. destruction
Soul destroyed, demolished, fractured,
Knowledge brings hope to it's knees
Memories brings pain, sadness
Lost, lost and wandering
Thursday, 24 April 2014
My lover has died yet he still walks free,
My lover has died and life is pain,
My lover has died yet his life remains.
How does love that runs so deep,
lose affection so we can not sleep,
How does love that consumes our soul,
get lost and die in one not all.
My souls has broken, in bit's it lies,
My souls is shattered, crippled, crushed, fragmentalised.
How will it ever repair, be shiny and whole,
when will the tears give way to joy in my soul.
The pain of death is the same world over,
but death comes in a legion of ways,
multitude death, the heart feels the same.
Oh when can I stop pretending, when will this end,
when will I believe what I tell myself, others what they want to hear.
When will the lies stop hurting, when will I be free,
when the world becomes still of me, or will you let it be.
To be so happy with a heart that sings, soul that dances,
feeling loved, free, wanted, needed.
This death tells my brain your useless, unlovable, with a joyless soul.
You are too ugly for love, no more happy soul, no dancing, laughing or singing for you.
Your defective, inadequate, found wanting, a failure of all.
To my God I cry, my creator, my saviour, he that I trust,
help me heal, put me back together, strong and true, whole and real.
Heal the deep cavern, fill the emptiness, let it be real,
Fill me with joy, to be happy and light,
bring me love, real, deep, whole and true.
Give me a lover that will fill me with trust,
bring me peace, make me feel beautiful.
Give me a lover who'll wipe away my tears, replace them with smiles,
bring a shine to my eyes, spring in my soul.
A love that lasts, goes deep, remains,
A fathomless pit of love
Saturday, 19 October 2013
working hard over eating,
having fun over drinking,
dressing up over doing.
Woolen socks, embroidered names,
sacks and pillows, excitement reigns.
Waking up stockings bulging,
bucks fizz bacon grilling
Laughing smilling, hugging kissing,
playing cuddling, singing twisting.
Twinkling homes warm and comfy,
aromatic roasting, Mmm, mummy's tummy's rumbly,
Fairy wands, fairy wings, boots and boxes garlands and things
Mulled wine and confection, Nuts and raisins, celebrations.
Brussels nestling with chestnuts, pigs snuggled in their blankets
Turkey crowns proud & true, ducks crispy just for you,
roasties calling all to sit, Pudding plonking, argh that's it!
Presents glitzing under tree calling, calling just for meeeeeeeee
Family, children, friends and neighbours fellowships and coming together's,
Loving the day but remembering the why,
Jesus the name we call from the sky,
Thanking for birth amd salvation,
celebration of love Christ's gift to earth,
The real reason why we celebrate Christmas, round the hearth
Monday, 10 December 2012
He sat staring into space, he just wasn't sure, couldn't settle his mind on anything lately. Nope, he just wasn't sure!
He decided to go and just see what would happen, what could be the harm?
Right, that sorted he could now relax back and soak up some some winter sun, warm through the glass.
He was a happy man, happy within himself, ordinary, in an unusual way. His style was bohemian, laid back, quiet, in a very colourful way. People thought of him as an introvert but actually he was an extrovert. He didn't advertise that fact, only people he was very comfortable with discovered that side of him. His last wife bought it out of him, she was a bohemian at heart and from a very staid person he blossomed. He loved her, still missed her, he was lonely.
Logging on later that day he found her. She was a little younger than him, well 30 yrs but what does that matter these days? It was quite good for him really as he likes to be in control, although that's another trait he will keep under wraps, for a while anyway.
She was attractive, slender with short blond hair and big blue eyes. She had been a worker all her life and had no children, he wondered about this. Wondered why she had never had kids, but assumed it was because she was career minded.
She was well travelled and loved Asia, just as he did, they had that in common at least. He thought she would like his home, who wouldn't? He lived in a large house with all the latest gadgets, a huge up to the minuet kitchen that any chef would love, let alone a woman, There a swimming pool that was both outside in the summer and inside in winter, thanks to a very clever mechanical glass enclosure.
Yes he was a catch, in the material sense, wasn't hard up in the finance stakes either. He loved life, loved living and only drank socially in moderation.
His children were grown, living with partners, had children and lives of their own. He saw them, loved spending time with them, but he was lonely.
He chatted on line with her for over an hour, made arrangements to meet later that day, then made himself some lunch. He was bored, bored and lonely on his own. He had everything he could ever wish for, except.....
The afternoon went slowly. Loneliness is a terrible feeling that engulfed his whole being, swimming in the pool on his own was great up to a point, so he swam and swam till he exhausted himself, then he sat on the steps just enjoying the fact that he, HE, had a pool. He never got used to that, having......
The pool was what his wife had always dreamed of, she would have adored this, would have felt she was in heaven on earth. BBQ's in the evenings whilst relaxing over a glass of wine with friends.
Jessica, oh how he missed her, her laughter was infectious as was she. Jess would have spent every day in the pool, especially as now they could pay a housekeeper to look after the house and a gardener to look after the property. Although Jess loved cooking, it was her passion, she loved nothing more than to have people over for dinner, to cook them relaxed meals with filthy desserts, yes she would have been in Heaven in his kitchen, she never had a proper kitchen of her own! Still she laid on a good meal. Oh how he missed his wife, the last one.
He had many wives in the past but best keep that under wraps for the time being!
She was smiling, yes tonight she may take it to another level, he seemed shy and quieter than her normal conquests, it made a change. Normally they liked to be in control, but he seemed to like her to do all the talking. This suited her as she liked to hold the reigns of any relationship, without them realising off course.
She had a good teacher in her mother, the way she handled all the men that came into their lives. She had so many uncles she had lost count from the age of three!
She laughed out loud at these thoughts, oh men, they were so easy, led by their human desires, all thought going out of the window once they had tasted what she offered and she was a good actress so they always thought they were special.
She would dress very carefully tonight. He didn't stand a chance.
Even mum had not hit the jackpot like she had! This one was rich, rich AND lonely, a powerful combination and one she was sure would be easily led down the aisle!!!
Oh and down the aisle she intended to go with him, once she had made up her mind they never stood a chance, so easily led were the lonely hearted men. She had many a husband in the past, but best keep that little bit of information under wraps for the time being, didn't want to frighten him off.........
The night air was scented with the flowers from the aromatic tree's it was like a wonderfully exotic perfume. The night was balmy with a lovely warm breeze and the air felt light, not as heavy as the last week or so, just perfect for a romantic dinner overlooking the harbour.
The lights twinkled, in the distance was the odd flash from the lighthouse. The smells wafting over them were heavenly.
He still couldn't get used to the fact that he had all this in his reach, life was so much better with money. OK so it couldn't buy you true love or health but it sure could make you happy and very ,very secure!
It was great being able to have whatever he wanted as he really didn't "need" for anything now and he loved to help others, so, when he was on to the next great bit of "must have technology" he passed on the precursor, which sometimes was just a couple of months old. He never sold them on as why would he, he gave to people who could never afford to buy these things, it gave him a kick.
Jess would have loved him for it, she would have done just the same, probably more.
He loved to post gifts of money to unsuspecting friends and people in his community, just to help out with a bill, a debt or just as a treat. Anonymously off course. He loved the treats most of all.
He was very generous, little could anyone guess.
All these thoughts were running through his mind, bringing a smile to his lips, making her think he was immersed in what she was saying. All the time her mouth did not stop moving.
They had a wonderfully expensive meal, she was going to get used to this very quickly, she hated cooking, in fact she couldn't boil an egg, let alone cook a meal. He didn't know that yet, time enough for that little revelation.
She was already planning where she would have the wedding, and the very, very long honeymoon, chasing the sun on a Caribbean cruise in a fully staffed private yacht, swimming in little coves, oh it would be so wonderful. Now all she had to do was make him feel like he couldn't live without her.
She placed her hand on his knee and gently rubbed it, just for a moment.
She picked at her food, couldn't afford to gain weight, her figure was perfect but the price for this was feeling starved all the time. She wished she could eat and expel like some of her gold digging friends but she hated the throwing up process, was phobic, so she suffered in a different way.
He hated that she never ate properly, she thought he didn't notice but he and Jess used to laugh at the scrawny women who pushed their food around hiding it under lettuce. They became experts at watching them. Jess loved food as did he.
He supposed he was going to invite her back tonight, it was a little scary for him and he really wasn't into her now, this meal was sort of putting him off. Now that voluptuous waitress was gorgeous and had given him a funny feeling in his tummy. She sachayed in a tight calf length shift dress, which whispered a promise of sexual freedom, love and intimacy. He liked that, loved to watch her walk, surreptitiously off course. She caught him looking and smiled a secret smile eyes twinkling. She had long very dark hair, minimal make up and lips of lusciousness.
He broke into her constant twittering, made an excuse and went to the rest room, passing miss luscious, she smiled.
He made a decision and after apologising for being forward, asked miss luscious if she would like to go for a drink after work, or the next day. Luscious lady said she would love to after work. So he made arrangements then went back to her. She was making eye contact with some guy at another table, crossing and uncrossing her legs giving the guy a little flash of magic while stroking her hair unconsciously. He thought what a pair of numpty's they were, not suited at all. He explained he was feeling unwell, would she mind if they left.
They made their way back to his house, she marvelled at its large exterior. It was in the most amazing gardens, in the midst of the countryside. She loved the huge expanse of it but thought they would have to move as she did not like the countryside. She was a townie, born and bred! She nearly had kittens when she saw the size of the pool with the waterfall at one end and a jacuzzi at the other, wow this was money. Inside she was screaming with joy outwardly she cooed in a sexy, she thought, way.
She asked what was he doing behind the tree's? There was a line of fragrant tree's a bit like a wooded area behind the pool. He told her all about the quiet spiritual gardens he was building, promising to show her, after he had shown her around the house. He was sure she would love it as it was a very peaceful place with statues of Buddha, water falls flowing over rocks, trickling brooks, fragrant flowers and thickly soft large beds with canopies of lace. She couldn't wait as the promise was full of sexual suggestion, she was excited, felt the moistness between her thigh's. She was ready and would surely entrap him with her sexuality. She loved sex, the hornier the better, lots of energy, lots of deep down dirty moves, lots and lots of oral (on her off course) and tons of kissing. She really hoped he was good and dirty as she would prefer not to go out trawling for men on the side!
He was building up in excitement, tense, getting hot. His senses heightened, even his skin felt like if she touched him he would orgasm.
What a turn around this evening had been, his future path changed, thankfully, and he was going to indulge in his secret passion. He was excited beyond belief and hornier than hell!
The house was silent, with soft romantic lighting, she could not help but be impressed.
His taste in furnishing was immaculate, she wondered if he was a closet queen, or maybe he was sexually ignited by both women and men? No she decided she could tell but to have this good a taste in furnishings???
The over all sense was calm, sensual, warm. The bedroom was amazing with soft greens, creams and golds, a huge bed and enormous walk in closet dressing room.
There were bedrooms and bathrooms galore a huge Orangery with soft comfy sofas Orange and Lemon tree's, ferns and palms. It was a beautiful house, she was going to be very happy here until they moved, she would have to start looking for the right property right away!
He took her out to the spiritual garden, a bottle of champagne and two glasses in hand. Teddy Pendergrass, "Come go with me", was playing in the background Slow, sexy, soulful and very apt.
He put the champagne and glasses by the bed. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and swayed to the music.
She felt a rush of sexual pleasure throughout her body starting from her tummy, darting to her brain and down into her legs making her weak. She collapsed into his body as his hands caressed her from behind. She couldn't see him, just feel, oh it was soooo good, sexy and very, very hot. She wasn't sure if she could stop herself ripping his clothes off, throwing him on the floor and jumping on him.
His hands felt like fire slowly moving over her body. One reached her nipple while the other found her clitoris, she nearly exploded on the spot.
Teddy was singing and he had to admit he was really getting into this. He was so aroused, well it had been a very long time. His erection was huge and he needed to release himself from the confines of his clothing, so with one hand he gently bent her over while he unzipped himself.
She had on no underwear, well she had no need for it and it made men hot, they all watched her so why not give them something to look at, subtly off course. She was so glad there was nothing in the way. She was close to orgasm, and knew it would just be the first of the night, wow she didn't plan on it being this good! She parted her legs and immediately his fingers were given more room to explore bringing her to a climax of body shuddering proportions, she collapsed over onto the bed the throbbing of the orgasm and feeling of ecstasy making her weak.
He was sooooo tempted to just slam into her, she had on no knickers and he could see her clearly, her bottom, as she collapsed onto the bed, was raised toward him, but he was determined to savour the moment, it had been so very long. Just then Teddy started to sing "I miss you" and his thoughts wandered to his wife.
They had GREAT sex, nothing had ever compared to what they had between them. They always said it was love, their chemistry was so compatible that it was amazing.
Jess!!!!! How he loved her, how she loved him licking her. Jess always said how amazing he was, no one had been anywhere near as good as he. He remembered her smell, her touch, and as he bent to indulge in what he too loved to do, that was the secret, you had to love it to be that good, he was thinking of his Jess.
She groaned loudly. His hands were on her bottom which had pushed up and out towards him, he was opening her up and stroking, licking her in places she would not have imagined, oh it was so good, she was so hot! His tongue found her clitoris and he licked gently but firmly, sucked and licked like he was enjoying every second, stroked while putting his tongue inside sucking. Her juices were running which made it all the more hot. She was sweating breathing heavily, groaning trying not to scream out with the passion of it.
He was enjoying himself with his Jess again, feeling every dark private place and tasting, mmmm her juiciness, she was so wet, he wanted to be inside her but he was enjoying the build up. He could feel her body stiffening getting close to erupting, he took her nipples between his fingers and gently fondled them. That was it, her body arched, she cried out in her passion and he had to hold on tight.
She was arching her back in what was the best orgasm of her life. Her whole body had gone into the spasm and she could hear herself screaming, nothing she could do......
He could feel her throbbing spasms. So far he had not been touched, which suited him, he didn't need that from her, he had miss Luscious, maybe.
She had never felt this depth of ecstasy before, revelled in it's painful pleasure. She was not aware of his stroking of her neck, was not aware of his erection pressing into her, his big strong hands enclosing her neck.
He body was stiff with anticipation, he was at the point of no return and thinking of the pleasure was too much.
He started to squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, her body suddenly went stiff as she became aware of something going wrong. His erection grew harder.
She was aware, something was not right , what was it? what was happening to her? Then as the pain of trying to breath and the bones in her neck started to break, she knew, he had got to her first.
Monday, 5 March 2012
She sipped at her coffee & nibbled at her homemade jam on her freshly baked bread. This was the life, she was so lucky. Sitting here in the sun at 7.30am who would have thought?
Life had not been easy for her, in fact mostly it been impoverished, sad & full of rejection, till she met her latest husband.
Oh she loved this life, loved her walled garden, loved her new role. Shame life gets in the way occasionally but she can deal with that, had learnt to disguise her inpatients with people. She needed them on side, needed them to care for her, to believe in her. Well she had succeeded in that, excelled in friendship, hospitality & helping others.
They all thought she was great. Not long now, this day was going to be her greatest achievement to date & she was so looking forward to the party & being the centre of attention, all day!
She had her outfit all laid out on the bed, a gorgeous red & pink silk dress with little flowery motifs, it looked good on her, showed off her newly acquired shape. She loved looking in the mirror now, loved her reflection & the knowledge that it will just continue to get better over the next few months.
It’s amazing what a shot of happiness can do for an overweight unhappy woman. She had bought high strappy wedge heeled shoes which made her feel tall & confident & a set of delicate silver bangles that will tinkle as she moves, making her feel feminine. She has a gorgeous silver watch studded with crystals, well she has to keep up appearances after all it all goes to make her feel more of an attractive feminine woman!
The sun was getting hotter now, she was grateful for the grapevine that gave her shade and dappled sun, very
She reflected on how funny life was, how it could change in an instant, come to an end in a second. She takes a deep breath in, smelling the air, sighing in pleasure starts to plan her summer garden. There’s a lot to do!
Smiling to herself she runs upstairs to get ready, today she must take extra care and attention.
She was very impressed with the turn out of guests, all dressed beautifully on the warm sunny day, which was a bonus. Everyone was being very attentive to her, said she looked wonderful, making sure she had a drink and chatting with her.
It was a lovely service, a huge celebration and having lots of friends there made her day. She felt great, looked fabulous, was on top of the world in the happiness stakes.
It was great to catch up with people she hadn’t seen for a long time, spend quality time with friends, who will be “there” for her. She was excited and having a great time.
The champagne for the toast was the very best money could buy. The food was special, really delicious and fresh off the grill. A garden party is nothing without fresh grilled food.and live background entertainment, yes people would remember this day for years to come.
She was excited, having fun, enjoying a drink and was having a laugh. Not outwardly, you understand, no, inwardly though she was giggling away.
It was becoming increasingly difficult to hide her joy, but hide it she must, it would not bode well for her to let loose. She could wait, she must wait, till she was alone. Then she can kick off her heels and dance around the house.
She thought about that night a few months ago, when she realised the truth of the situation. Her suspicions had been proved right after years of lies and being made to feel stupid! She found the message on his phone. He was out and had left his phone on charge when the message came through. She knew she shouldn’t look, knew it was wrong but what the heck. There in black and white was the proof she had been waiting for.
She never mentioned it, in fact he wondered at the fact she was more attentive to him, lapping up the attention but still ignoring what she needed.
She took to cooking him special meals with a little something extra. He enjoyed her cooking, always had done.
One lunch time she made him a special pasta dish, he needed feeding up before he got back up that ladder, needed his strength.
She was heart broken when he "fell" off breaking his neck. At the memory a Mona Lisa smile played across her lips.
People were starting to look at her in a quizzical way, perhaps now was a good time to cry a bit, reminisce about what a wonderful life we had together, at least look like the grieving widow!
Saturday, 3 March 2012
The rest she felt would follow...........
Wednesday, 30 November 2011
Friday, 14 October 2011
I hate doing this at this time of year.
What do I hate at this time of year?
The quiet or solitude, no sound to hear?
Wood fires a blazing logs crackling, miss behaving?
Dogs snoring, oven baking, bread smell pervading.
I love all this at this time of year
being a hermit, lovely snuggly cheer.