The Promise

Upon the top of the cliff edge, the lighthouse in the far distance, the needles create the path to that tower, the tingle at the bottom of your spine, anxiety of an evening.

This is the last stop before we head to the restaurant for our booked table, 6.30pm on the final few evenings of our holiday. The skyline has provided plenty of distance from the stress of work, 300 miles away, only five hours a day working from home, most people not so lucky, but as the evening draws in, you feel a relief that just hasn't hit the same as many years before.

Fifty-Five Portdown Road, the Velvet Appetit restaurant, in between many other weird and wonderful businesses, a building much higher and a few floors taller than the row of restaurants, small department stores and sex shops that lined the road, the upper floors rented out for performance artists and various studios.

The waiter sees us to our table, the cloth already laid, the menus bound together by burgundy leather, the dishes curated with intent to be crafted with love, every last mouthful, the main, tangy on the tongue, the dessert, like a cloud of sweetness, melting instantly.

We are so openly amorous to everyone around us, never giving too much away but the other diners can feel uneasy at the sexual tension and platonic chemistry between us. Only upon many delicious bites taken does it seem to flow seamlessly before we are back at the hotel, after getting checked in, showing our ID's, you cheekily and playfully holding my hand and guiding me to the room. 

You slowly take your jacket off, as I work on unbuttoning my shirt, and jeans, all becomes clearer to my amazement, you’ve concealed the most amazing lingerie underneath your evening attire, I had been none the wiser this entire time. The revelation like a little promise, entrenched in however hot your passion may be.

Many moons ago, a hotel visit would make me long for an experience like this, the nostalgia of visiting friends and family, amplifying that butterfly in my stomach, only this time it’s beyond my archaic upper ceiling of emotion.

You have me laid on the bed, your movements holding me down like a prisoner in heaven, cheekily goading me into foreplay, I’ve never felt the magic of fingers like this before, new details of both me and you coming to the forefront.

The atmosphere becomes more knowing and comfortable, before long you are riding me, the length and moistness of my cock sending shivers up your spine. You begin bouncing on it as I do my best to go deep at the perfect pace, complimenting your figure as you come down to kiss my neck, which is surely returned.

We are both putting the work into the sex, now both hot and sweaty as the bed begins to creek under our weight, I give one last go of energy as my thrusts bring you to orgasm, the sweetest moans from the both of us make it more intense. 

You collapse on to the bed, us both exhaling in relief as the final fleeting blow of pleasure is ever so relaxing. 

This is our new yearly tradition.

 

Deep Dezire

You help yourself to the chocolate bar on the work top, an experience suddenly melting on the tongue, only time can tell how you’ll feel deep down, the sun blazing outside, your flat only half equally distributing the heat. 

Dust settles on the bookcase beside your desk, the buttons on your iMac’s keyboard as seamless as ever as you notice the bookcase as the sun’s rays hit your shoulders. Your bum begins to ache as you realise you've been sitting far too long, 3.48pm suddenly, and the trees outside are golden as what's left of your nostalgia for summers gone by, comes fleeting in, the industrial aroma is what's left of the euphoria.

Only you can know the relation to your story, cosy warmth and that of safety, but things like this always came with procastination. That work, creative and unnurtured, frequent trips to those funny and cat videos, anymore longer and it'll be adult ones. Maybe the Amazon Prime Now order can wait, the monotony of this afternoon tempts you further away, you know you really shouldn't, but what is life if you can't enjoy it?

You pull your dress up and pull your lacey primark knickers down, a little tingle in your spine as the fabric feels warmer that usual against your buttocks, over your knee and past your feet. You involuntarily check out the window, even though 2 floors up and hidden, so bare and vulnerable, yet taken by temptation.

One hand presses the thumb pad on your laptop and opens a new tab, the other hand massaging your outer lips, your breasts enlarging slightly as shots of pleasure shoot within you, you can feel your nipples hardening in blissful torture.

Beginning the search for a nice porn video to aid in your bliss, the frequent searches list on PornHub provides the inspiration, you are such a naughty girl, for such a respectable person. One of the items on the list makes you sigh, and you click directly on to it, your favourite video, third down from the top, you click once again, the page starts loading in as the buffering circles start swirling.

You are now lost in the moment, locked in the pursuit of orgasm, the pre-video advert has played and the grey line indicating how far the video has loaded comes bounding in, and now the orange bar is coming in. Taken in by the erotic display before you, you marvel at the mans physique, the woman's body complimenting it perfectly as her soft skin ripples as he fucks her.

You want it so badly, your heart almost sinks as you are now deep in masturbation, your wetness barely witholding itself from dripping on to your seat, tense as you are, you race to get the most satisfaction from the best parts of the video, the ones that make you crave someone's touch, however powerful or soft you would like it.

Your breasts almost falling out of your dress as the straps have long fallen down, your forehead sweaty and your chest, you don't care about the ever increasing humidity that is more noticeable in your state of excitement. Thankfully, it is easy, all this culminates in an orgasm, like that first bite of chocolate with a caramel centre, you lose all care for the fact you've squirted on the floor, the little giggle within the next few seconds completes it.

As you pull your dress back together, you fling your knickers away into the laundry bin, you've earned the luxury of lighter dress this hot summers day, the simplicity and peace of years gone by, back once again.


 

Butterfly

You have a glint in your eye as the sunlight tears into your eyes, a quick glance upwards as you feel my touch on your shoulder, from an inperceptable blink to the rush from a kiss, blending into one. The scene nowhere near epic, yet you and I, unknown to you, haven't felt like this since life was free from responsibility, tapping into butterflies when the warmth hits, equal to times that are a struggle to remember.

Your feet ache after the few hours of the walk in amongst the outside, only a few minutes reprieve as mentioned before, the car park now in front of us. Only the warm car, summer air a breeze in the open window, can add the sharp tinge to your feelings for me, like the deep blue skies of summers a decade ago, constant learning on a cloud of unknowing joy.

With only the front door keys in my hand, it is simplistic, a quick dinner and then you wonder what could happen, you’ve been indecisive over fantasizing, but the bubble shall burst, with full force, you try and act perfectly to not scupper the chance.

The creaminess of the cheddar grated on top of the spaghetti, ever so much more tangy, a few hours has passed and this is the best spag bol you’ve tasted, only comparable to your fathers cooking, it’s as if I am in possession of the best recipe, and on top of it all, the key to your heart.

It seems ever so much an accident, now in my bed, the tension in awe and shock as we rush to get naked. Only our intimacy can break the togetherness of the day, from giggles to an everlasting build of wetness and pleasure, begging to burst into an orgasm as I can’t get enough of your moans that make me harder and faster.

You get on top of me, my cock feeling like morphine, your abdomen feeling like taking the first bite of an amazing dessert as I lightly kiss your neck and cheek, the unbelief that sex is to follow makes you crumble. 

Exactly as expected, euphoria enthralls as we end up with you laid down, me perfectly fucking you, no awkwardness, no need to adjust. Feeling the humidity as I come down for a genuine missionary, you wish time would stand still as your breasts touch my chest, you never knew they were capable of being that erogneous. 

Maybe it can’t be explained, the four seconds of unawareness that just exist of joy, as you lose control and orgasm spectacularly, no control over yourself but picturesque, like a painting, the sound would be Hollywood worthy.

You’ve come a long way, but you’ve found the new way to learn.


Sequin

The warm burn of the sun, hits your shoulders, on the little mud footpath, beside a field, separated by a fence in the English countryside. You stop to take a sip from the water bottle now slowly turning warm, as it was fresh from the fridge this morning, in anticipation for your feet hurting just after the third mile, in the autumn that has now come around.

The track lasted for 2 more miles, as you see a little crossing, where a bench was placed, along with the signpost detailing all the places in this little corner of the countryside you saw as your yearly retreat. A walk by yourself to let go of all the trips to the office, your company swiftly stopping working from home, that reset over the two years shows it’s reality. 

There is a little incline as you walk towards the bench, as the ground gets more stoney as they hurt your feet more than they would have an hour ago at the start of your walk. You take another sip of your water, a drip falls between your lip and the lid, falling onto one of the sequins of your blouse, you inconspicuously register this as you are focused on just getting to the bench. Faint memories of every passing moment, your first trip here seems like a lifetime ago, although not that long ago, you've never known true nostalgia, coming to the end of your youth, those butterflies so new.

You sit down on the bench and take a breather before you register your surroundings, the wooden gate you went through, behind you, the autumn smell of recently rained on grass and gravel, activated by the warmth of the sun, this is second to every experience you wished could last forever. Maybe it is by chance it is rarely a landscape, where today, there isn't anyone around. 

A few minutes passes and you decide to stay here for a while, ten to four in the afternoon and you know it will be 7pm before you sit down for dinner, as the sun sets. You can only forget so much in this place, the atmosphere putting you into a deeper lull as you realise this is what you've wanted all along, you don't want to leave.

The way the flowers just over the path sway in the distance, the vista and aura triggering a lack of awareness, a scene from high art but totally unlike you. You notice your own whirlwind of femininity, falling deeper into that state of mind only reserved for your private moments, a fit guy on social media, your toy deep in your sock drawer.

Your stomach drops as you feel your nipples starting to become erect, this is no time or place, what if a stranger passes by? You feel a hope that it will go away, but you want the experience to become real, even more. You sigh in repreive, you can do it discreetly, timidly placing your right hand on your lower abdomen, trying not to acknowledge the butterflies now creeping down to your lady parts, your hand pretending like this isn't the case.

Your yellow blouse, that ever so perfectly accentuated your curvy figure, stands in between your hand and your knickers, upon realising this, you mentally plan a quick way to take them off and stuff them in your bag, taking an extended break to look around, to make doubly sure no one is coming.

Raising your knees up, pulling your dress back and pulling your knickers down with army like precision, you shove them in your bag and sit back, doing another look around, the anxiety kicks in as you sit for a minute. You inch your right hand up your thigh, ready-ing your left hand to quickly return your dress to a decent state should anyone come around.

You feel something you've never felt before, your flower tingling with anticipation as you can faintly feel your fingers over your flower as they just pass the immediate inside of your thigh before your flower. The anxiety gradually becomes easier as you now have a hold on your flower, one finger going in as you intuitively go to massage your g-spot. 

Your breathing gets heavier, this will be easy as the amazing pleasure comes in like a waterfall, as softly as a cloud. Almost unaware of your surroundings, you arch your back, this is happening quickly and a moan feels almost as natural as the environment. 

You get closer to orgasm as the pleasure intensifies, you instinctively grab your breast, but with no grip at all, your nipple causing sparks as your palm hovers over it. As you recollect your awareness for one final time, you sink into one of the best orgasm's you've ever had, squirting on to the grass just before the pathway, you feel everything coming away from you as your endorphins mix perfectly with the clouds up above.

No one ever came around to see you getting dressed again, better finish the walk like nothing ever happned.    

Delicacy

The aroma of the dusk raises your euphoria, as the sky is tinted purple, close to midnight, the little village close where your house sits on a corner, feeling more perfect than usual. The coffee you had at 8pm keeping you wide awake, the extended weekend has you feeling a little more playful than usual, maybe a little more horny, you never realised how the day job stopped you exploring your full self, a bit of mental space that has turned you into a full on Ann Summers, Womanizer fangirl.

You have called me over for a bit of fun after an entire day of playing computer games and masturbating, maybe the odd Subway order at lunchtime, I will arrive in about 10 minutes, or so my GPS says, and I WhatsApp you to let you know. You'd always been a little nerdy, so the luxury of having a handsome, good looking man come round for a bit of fun is a rare treat you enjoy like an Tango Ice Blast going to see the latest Lord of The Rings film.

Your anticipation builds, will I be as enthralling as when you briefly met me at the nationwide regional office get together up in London? You make sure both bolts on the door are unlocked as you adjust your lingerie and look into the mirror on the left side of the hallway to make sure you look your best, well, as good as possible after today.

You hear the gravel outside rustle as my 2 seater luxury classic car comes up your driveway, you anxiously prance to the kitchen to make it look like you haven't been waiting by the door when I knock. The sound of my firm, intended knocks makes butterflies flutter in your stomach, without any rehearsal you seductively walk to the door, and seduce me instantly upon greeting me, grabbing my hand and pulling me in.

You pull me closer to you in your kitchen, placing your hand on my chest as the taste of my kisses enthralls you, not one thing wrong with this embrace that seems to quickly end up on your bed, as you spread your legs. 

Your impossibly perfect curves ignite a flame within me, I just want to ravish you as you admire my sculpted torso and male model looks, excited by feeling my short beard. You peal your lacey knickers off from the sides to reveal an almost decadent pussy, my tongue feels like morphine as it slides between the lips and you quickly get wet.

Your body does things you had no idea it could do, the pleasure sending shockwaves up your torso that make you recoil with moans, and your motion communicates ecstacy, you just want this moment to last forever. 

I come away and take my jeans off to reveal my cock as you can't believe this can get any better, me lightly stroking enthralls you as it gets hard quickly, as you grab me in every possible way as the sex initiates. The bed starts relenting as it sounds almost movie-esque, your body heats up with the moment being portrayed, truly one of sex symbols.

My thrusting feels expertly honed as you can now not do anything but build up to orgasm, your moans are music to my ears as I forget all responsibilty not to annoy the neighbours, a few moments of carnal abandon and you shreik in pleasure, as the sheets are soaked. My embrace for the rest of the night culminates in many a day with a spring in your step.   

Equinox

You can see further into the distance, a sky emblazened in azure, further above the rooftops, you feel free. 

Wondering if it will ever end, the past few months drowned in depression, thrown from a speedy buzz to a mind working too fast, often insulting, it was infectious.

There is a sweet scent in the air, with a warm, summer-esque breeze, and a chill when it gets closer to 5pm, the scent almost like years gone by, being young again without the parts you don't want to remember. A mind many would find hard to tolerate, suddenly with peace and many more to look forward to, easier to wonder in freedom of feeling.

Only you can walk down this beach of euphoria, a summer dress completing your look, nearly back at your flat, a hat provides shade as the breeze blows and feels relaxing. Many monotonous times before this, the only surprise was post sticking out of the back of the letterbox, now it doesn't matter as you look forward to cooking dinner and chilling for the evening.

Only half an hour later the pizza is cooked, stuffed crust with cheese and double pepperoni, a well earned treat, you always knew nothing better, as a rule, to enjoy the nicer things in life upon others.

The sky sharply changes in hue, the most amazing dusk you’ve seen in a good few years, creating a backdrop now hiding behind slowly closing curtains.

You’d forgotten that you’d washed your bed sheets, the soft fabric of the duvet cover, soft friction as it blends with your dress under your buttocks, your knickers now sliding down to enable the most brief yet delicate pleasure.

Your finger slides in, riding against your clitoris as you let out a soft moan, your breasts moulding against the motion behind the neckline of your dress, holding urgently erect nipples behind the material. Spreading your legs further yet in elegance, the full breadth of your fingers over your entire labia.

You only want simple yet warm pleasures, ending in sweat, with that you are in full swing, the guy you saw the other day with his shirt off, today finally allows for you to indulge in what was only a suggestion. 

Before you know it you are shouting in pleasure, your orgasm, the bed sheets soaking and your vocalisations all happen at once in what seems like a blissful mess, out of order and on a cloud.  

Physical

With the comforting yet so unspecial air in the room, you have sex, now you trust in me, it is natural.

The afternoon getting closer to evening, you've spent the afternoon in the spare room, doing work for university, wearing that elusive top that is just about tight enough to complement your curves that I have longed for, ever since that summer, my mind at the time, dim yet enlivened by you coming into my life.

I am stuck on this one part of this video game, growing tired as I hold the Xbox controller in my hand, expertly lounging on the comfiest part of the sofa, feet up on the foot rest that I've forgotten how it stands. I'd gotten used to you always appearing at ten past five, always offering to put the kettle on just after you offer, I always feel blissfully guilty, a cloud laced with thorns as I know how lucky I am to have you.

Hearing the spoon touching the sides of the cup in the kitchen, the next room over, I await for you to come and sit next to me and cuddle up, a takeaway was a given on a Friday evening, no need to dread another Waitrose ready meal, our lives demanding of it, oh well, our careers kick off and we'll have much more time to get creative in the kitchen.

You come and sit down next to me, a brief moment of a few words on the screen, filled with black, as the TV changes from the Xbox to the Virgin Media box, the Xbox letting off heat from its vents, a night now certain for that heat to radiate from our bodies, colliding together as a slight sweat, that same loving intrigue about the game, now from giggles as you feel me touch you, all over.

Maybe the takeaway food can wait, surely, if it melts on the tongue, its probably best after a good work out, where every endorphin is triggered as our lips softly peck as we feel the energy build, our skin only as soft as heaven when you cheekily ask for sex.

You always enjoyed me ravishing you, although sweet and kind as you are to others, you beg me to lick your nipples, your breasts naturally gorgeous as nothing phases you, it is all natural and normal to you, I'd never suspected a girl like you to take sex for granted, a once a week orgasm was like your morning vitamin.

In missionary, the bed shaking, the headboard banging against the wall as the bed moves back and forth, your moaning now pornographic yet genuine and demanding more. I sit up and pull your legs up to my chest, knees over my shoulders, my cock now hitting all the right places. 

The workout now promising a long feeling of tranquility post orgasm, and before we know it, the sheets show it can certainly happen.


The Ladies Knight

The light drizzle of rain starts tapping on the roof of the small bus stop, at the crossing on to the main road, two minutes to go until the bus is due, although you were so used to it arriving a minute late, a safe bet on a Thursday at 5pm, just before evening at this time of year.

The darkness draws in as you notice a handful of the many cars that drive by, turn their headlights on, the cold momentarily feeling more biting as you look forward to walking into the warm kitchen and turning the lights on. The bus arrives as expected, the same experience as many times before, a little hurrah as the receipt from the ticket machine confirms another 2 weeks have been added to your prepaid card.

You haphazardly make your way to a seat on the right side of the centre of the bus, as usual, it started moving the second you took your card off the reader. Composing yourself after unintentionally and recklessly plonking yourself down on the seat, you get a judgemental look from the elderly man at the front seat on the left of the bus, you’d gotten so used to knowing the elderly folk by the different beige puffy coats they wear. 

The journey is mindless as you are, aware as you are nearly at your stop as you scramble to press the red square button, getting up as the bell dings and the sign saying the bus is stopping lights up.

The air outside feels sweetly comforting as you loved winter, the rain reminding you of a careless time, careless as the atmosphere unimposing. Walking down past the shopping precinct, you remember so vividly the hot summer months, money no object as slush puppies were in plentiful supply from the corner shop, now changed hands many times, now only representing expense and the reality of convenience consumerism.

The key goes in the lock, the walls will never tell, you are longing for contentment.

The lights in the kitchen go on, family pictures on the mantel piece in the living room, birthdays, reunions and gatherings, it transpires in your mind, you were fleetingly the centre of attention. A set of chores beckons, you feel lost for a second in emotion, not even in your thirties and the comfort of knowing a long life ahead is faded for this moment, the sharp chill of ice tears into your spine, will you forever be alone?

Your imagination goes wild as the warm embrace of those scenes in the movies, sun kissed bodies held up by beautiful garments, the intensity of their kisses dropping butterflies into your stomach, as the golden light comes through their window. It would always be your little secret that you watched for these scenes, their daily lives punctuated by a caress that you often hoped would send them to bed, never in polite company, your home is all yours and your privacy isn't shy.

You collect yourself for a moment, feeling hungry you get the pre prepared pasta from last night from the fridge, the meal is easy work as you stand at the window and scoop up the last few mouthfuls of the garlic cream covered pasta. 

The stairs creak as you tiptoe up them, passing many reminders of times gone by, the decided lust within you building, as does the emotion. Your laptop sits at the end of the bed, in a sleek, bright pink case, still plugged into the wall, it shouldn't be slow with a full battery charge of which you conciously register. 

The sky outside calming as it is cold yet comforting, the heaters only clicked on a few minutes ago. You surrender to the bed, a little effort to open the lid of the laptop and it automatically boots up, rummaging through the little cabinet under your bed, sorting through paperwork, at the bottom lay the DVD, a little joy as your fingers touch the plasic around the case. 

As you turn back round to face the laptop, you notice trails left by planes in the sky, remembering how it felt to be young without a care in the world, looking out your window in the dusk of summer at those trails. The DVD tray of your laptop clicks as it shuts, the swiping sound of the disc spins up is relieving, hard to believe in 2022, a DVD a would still function.

You load up the screen that tells you about all the storage on your computer, the disc drive showing "The_Ladies_Knight_DVD", confirming it has worked and is ready to play, you right click on it and select "Play in VLC Media Player". The tale of a woman finding love late in life, with all the beauty of herself, to a handsome and rich friend-of-a-friend, set in the 1890's. 

Now is a better time than any to admit to yourself of your lust, getting up off the bed and opening the drawer on the other side of the room, underneath all the socks lay a pink and black box, "Agent Provocatuer" emblazened on the lid with a luxury quality to the box. You sink inside as you pull the silicone rabbit toy from its box, still amazed at how smooth and silky it feels, even the control panel. 

You hop back on the bed, the music of the main menu of the DVD has been playing on repeat this whole time, you allow yourself to slide your knickers down, over your knee and past your ankles, it has been a while since you felt how good you feel on yourself. 

You click a few buttons on the laptop, going to the scene select screen, a click of the "next page" button and it appears, the scene that would make your heart sink, "Lovers Embrace" is the title. You pour a little bit of lube on to the tip of the toy, not being afraid to smooth it over the shaft, and another little blob more on the tip, smoothed.

You click on the scene and lay back, a carefree state of mind, a little grin as you get comfortable. The scene slowly fades in to a slow zoom on to a grand window, in a large ballroom, two people walking towards each other. A man wearing an immaculate white shirt, cuffs folded back and black trousers held up by braces, so good looking that you could only fantasise of him, meeting a woman, a golden, over the shoulder ball gown holds her together, her lips bright red with divine lipstick, her hair only adding prestige to her figure. 

The woman reaches to hold the man by the abdomen, sharing a kiss, intimacy perfectly depicted as they cease for a moment, she smiles and holds the shoulders of the man from the back, her body pressing against his as you feel aroused, her breasts curving as she embraces him. You press the on switch of the toy and no force is needed as the toy slides within you and you feel a burst of sensation.

The next moment she is naked, on top of him, her body bouncing up and down as she makes love to him, her breasts moving with the motion, you always loved the expression on her face, the moaning and grunting from him, as you slide the toy in and out, raising the vibration level, and it is an easy way to get close, as does she as her sex voice doesn't closely match that of her talking voice. 

The sex on screen becoming more sweaty and frantic, you now moaning yourself alluringly, as you come, almost in time with her. Now, you can see them with a clear mind. 


After Him

The night before Christmas, a view where snowflakes fall on to bitingly cold grass, your fingertips pressing against the glass of the window that leaks the outside chill. Under the windowsill sits the large chest of drawers, a coaster holding a warm mug of coffee atop it, the almost too hot but pleasant drink passes your lips as the calm and silence resonates within you.

The fabric of your duvet only slightly warmer as you tuck yourself in to enjoy your coffee, the bedside lamp has been off for a while, your wonder of the outside, like many years before this, before the dreadful events of the past two years, you have returned into yourself for a moment. The light from your phone screen momentarily stings your eyes, its been that long, taking in everything that feels lost, and everything that hasn't existed since your life changed at the start of all this.

A moment of blankness and you wonder what you should do, unlike you to spend an evening unoccupied, sometimes tense from depression, longing to fall asleep, sometimes exhausted, longing for the new day. 

A loss of purpose, heightened by the pressures of the situation, a release only on the promise of the people many can't prove their desperation. A little awareness to keep going, everything to live for, held back by that, it feels impossible to see beyond.  

You pick your phone up again, the apps come back as you slide your finger across the fingerprint button, left off between apps that appear at once, some hold no interest and some have a rare chance of someone reaching out. It transpires the allure in the room, you threw on some cheap lingerie as makeshift pyjamas, little energy to keep up with the washing, you have't been "there" in so long. 

Most days locked to the sofa, daytime TV and half a tub of Ben and Jerry's, your life mundane, that what used to excite you, now a distant memory. You feel a flutter in your stomach that fleetingly shocks your spine, the moan as you'd reach climax with him inside of you. makes your clit and nipples light up, he may be gone, but his memory can ignite what spice there is left, and promising a spring in your step for into the next morning.

You reach and turn over to the cabinet on the other side, rummaging at the bottom through socks and random trinkets, when your hand touches a matte cardboard box, a little struggle for it to be pulled out and you feel the heaviness that you had forgotten about. Thinking back to that one valentines day where he gifted you the vibrator, a secret kept and its memory bringing joy and naughtiness in this moment. 

Without a thought, your knickers slide off with one hand, trying to remember how to unlock the toy and turn it on with the other. Flinging the underwear off your feet the buttons light up pink, the shaft of the toy starts rotating, a vibration as strong as the first ever use, the battery still has enough charge, hopefully for one more orgasm, you mutter.

You relax yourself, your buttocks against the fabric, spread as the atmosphere in the room hits your stomach and flower, your breasts engorging against the black frilly bra, the lack of underwire allowing seductive comfort. You lower the speed of the shaft and slowly massage the head of your clit with the rabbit part of the toy, a memory of him against you half consumes your mind. Your pussy now bravely wet as you give in to the seduction of the memory, how warm it all felt, how you could never hold back from the pleasure. 

Soon enough your flower takes the length of the toy inside, the sound in the room that of the bed holding your weight, and that of your sex, flutters of moans, unknown to everyone as they were gracefully away. You feel butterflies that will never go away, the emotion of your love for him released when you cum, the next day he will be with you, the memory of sex allowing your release, playing with your nipples and time no longer a factor, him kissing your nipples adding to the jaw dropping event. 

For the first time in as long as you can remember, you feel happy to wash your bed sheets the next morning, he helped you out once again.

Joyce's Delight

An autumnal morning with a slight chill in the air, softened by the glow of the sun at ten minutes to eight in the morning. Forgetting the liberation of a day to yourself, a time so sweet as to help you rule your own kingdom. Thirty minutes pass as the guilt sets in, life is always best when on a roll, that one goal, the passion set free, feeling so positive as the morning iced coffee gets poured.

Your calmness sets as the cleaner definitely did a good job, looking out on to blue skies across open green space with houses dotted about, the world just about coming alive. The past two weeks of work, 14 hour days, non stop, your feet only starting to not ache, you tear yourself away from the view to go and sit on the sofa, maybe a little too relaxed as you turn to lay across.

Making your way through the bowl of cereal, you finish off the coffee and feel bright, no grogginess here as you are, as if it were lunch time. You hear the rockery up your drive rustling, footsteps that sound ever so promising, before its suddenly close and a polite use of the door knocker gets you up quickly. Soon enough, you are cradling a box down your front hall and into your living room, placing it down on to the side table. Curious, you try and remember what you ordered, a quick think through your emails, hidden behind a mass of work correspondence, it hits you that you ventured to the naughty side of the internet, oh dear.

Laboriously sorting through the post, the parcel remains last, past all the correspondence and surveys, and that damned aunt Barbara who wont leave you alone, you feel a daring guilt as you go and grab the scissors to tear through the parcel tape. Slicing through the middle to seperate the two lids of the parcel, a suppressed memory comes back as a surprise, it all rings a bell.

Surprised by the elegance of the box, imposing an allure not invited, like an admission of past sensual joy, it has its chance to help you decide. A little curious, you slide the box open to see the impressive design, going as far as to excite you a little. You bite your lip autonomously, before a suggestive shuffle towards and up the staircase.

Adorning the double bed, neatly made and a duvet with soft fabric, you open the box completely, placing the box next to you on the bed, the matte cardboard rectangular cover beside it. You pick the toy up, its shaft, a treat for the g spot, feeling luxurious and flawlessly soft, the control panel designed so intuitively it should be illegal for the designer not to work for Apple. 

You press the most obvious "on" button, the toy hums at its lowest setting, you feel an excitement but a shudder pulse of guilt shooting up your spine, these things had never really been for you, sure to change for a collection of minutes. Both box and cover whisked on to the side cabinet, you get comfortable on the bed, the arousal constant and internal giggles take over.

Pulling your joggers down, underneath, a curvy figure and lace knickers, a sense of freedom as you spread your legs as you feel your nipples harden. Lust drenched as you pull your knickers from under you, past your bottom and pussy, only then you notice how wet you are. In one hand and they pull past your feet, a feeling of a day lost comes over you as you lay in bed, ready to make scenes worthy of hollywood movies.

Finding the perfect setting on the toy as your fantasies replay in your mind, that one sculpted guy who came to do the garden, getting sweaty as you rode his perfect cock, working as hard, on you, as he did pushing the lawnmower. The toy easily enters you, its vibrations as effective as they felt new. 

You feel flustered as your breathing gets heavier, the dream of your body taking every inch of his, sex that didn't need a reason. The toy hits your g spot with full accuracy and depth, your pussy a puddle of involuntary movements, dripping ominously as your inner urges take over. A daydream of loving intimacy, his skin against yours as he gets close with you nearing orgasm with an almost impossible level of perfection, and with that, you do.

Fond

Upon the morning, without a mind's thought, that would drift into afternoon, but only with the lift of the sound of the sea. The tension is deafened by the vastness of the sinking, only to create a new world, a story that will be placed in your heart.

The urgency lost but intense, relaxing in the caravan as the afternoon starts to mature. Only the windows and the doors being open can silence a happening of carnal magnitude. Sitting in your loosely revealing yet socially formal dress, many a man have glanced at your curvaceous yet enticing figure, a world of positive attention as you feel free on the spontaneous trip down to the beach. Your friends have gone down to the pier, promising to return with a meal of Fish and Chips, probably a few hours with slight boredom setting in as the mood hints at dragging on.

A quick browse of the fridge as a subtle hit of chilly air hits your face, the little sweet serving of chocolatey shortbread that sits near the back of the fridge entices you deeply, although you now reserve such treats to enhance accomplishments, that new client signed up at work, a new series on Netflix binged or a thrilling orgasm. The mood feels right to let go a little, what would the holiday be without letting go a little more, after all, this year of all years has been hard on everyone.

Almost absent mindedly but definitely decidedly, the doors and windows start getting shut, the dare turns to internal excitement, the naughty little treat packed away deep in your bag, as had satisfied you before, timidly pulled out with the door shutting behind you. An elegant yet greedy shimmy towards the bed as you get comfortable, free with your movements as you feel an inner spark, your lacey knickers coming down over your knees.

Spreading your legs as the wet folds of your flower come apart with your thighs, you refrain from touching yourself, letting the small silicone bullet, now maneuvered between your fingers, send the first pulse of pleasure as it contacts with your clitoris. Spreading your legs further apart as the almost surprise that you feel so carnal, so wanting, in the first moments of masturbation, you breath gets sharper as a little chirp of a moan comes out. 

The feel of the sea air against your skin helps re focus your mind on relaxation, as if you were there, the people suggestively dressed in the way that just gets you going, you press and move the bullet quicker and closer. A little reminder of the summer fling from a few years ago, how you found his cock magnificent and like morphine, in private and in a little secluded spot out on the cliff edge, starts to get you going, chirps turning to gasps.

You get a moment of anxiety to see that the window curtains are definitely shut, your pleasure brought back instantly and softly, you start moving to make it work, like with an ease is it good and rewarding, decadently pleasurable. The tension building up within your groin, you feel dominated by the dare, the synthetic feeling of guilt increasing with every burst of ecstacy, no way back as the final moments drown you in a release so guilty but so adventurous and relaxing. You catch you breath feeling confident and liberated, they were never back in plenty of time.


Sentience

Emotion comes over you as the wind becomes a breeze, a comfort of a small chill lowers your tension in a thready yet lushious way, like chocolate melting on the tongue. Looking over the fields, the sun setting with a reflection that tears against the fences, you've only known such beauty when coming here. Many Septembers before this, you'd drop yourself into the serenity of the vista, a gateway into the only bliss you know.

A cold glass of cola infuses the calm with a hint of vanilla, this summer has brought you back to your inner feeling, a year of worry that petrified your imagined loss of being. Only the way today has fallen into you, an exact return of freedom and the butterflies it brings. Memories of TV programs of the summer fields, showing an almost alien carefree existence, for once you feel you've hit the end of the movie like world that has played out for many months.

Three in the afternoon, the height of the warmth of any day, you were always one to enjoy the sultry suggestion of the sun against the skin, a phantom of allure, only sometimes seducing you into sexual abandon. You relax more into the car seat, the left passenger door open for you to stretch your legs, a wisp of air pulling them apart ever so slowly and without awareness.

The warmth in the air blends in with the smell of the grass and lavender, reminding you of the summertime romance from a few years ago, a couple of incredibly satisfying nights in the sheets, a hanful of frolics out in the countryside. The olfactory pleasantry hits that one thing inside you, a key going into a lock, as you fall into a sudden inspiration.

An upbringing of allure creeps up down below, instantly but subtly the feeling of being the most horny you've ever been. You inhale one more time as the euphoria hits you and suggests you into giving in, a quick glance in both directions to make sure no ones around. Timidly unzipping your jeans as the decadence and dare make your stomach sink, not long before your nipples press against your top with your fingers sliding down past the border of your knickers to your dripping flower.

You press against both lips with both your longest fingers, the way to an orgasm becoming clearer as you begin to masturbate, your breasts begging for attention of which they surely get. The sun setting to soak you in its shine, the memories of your romance making your masturbation automatic, almost hurried as your play which leaves nothing unattended, you moan instinctively, a sound not meant for the area. You insert your fingers inside yourself, touching your well mastered g spot that brings you to the edge, the risk of anyone seeing you is drowned out but only half as intense as you now cumming and spoiling the seat with your squirt. As natural as anything else, you sit, living like all around you. 

 

The Lush

You look out of the window at the vineyard, vast fields of grapes into the distance. The cracks in the sill add a charm of warmth, the sun becomes orange as it sets, the chill throughout the day still feels fresh on your fingers. Only the memories that bring happiness can be felt, only you create the beauty in the room, a comfy jumper and jeans that take you back to simpler times, the first time in a year that hasn't been chaotic.

The bed behind you perfectly made, the boiler just now ticking over and the heating coming on, the duvet comforting as you sit on the side of the bed, facing the window, only your conscience can descend. Your shoulders ease as a light of a sensation crawls up your spine, the sun inching into the ground, a shudder of a ripple, black and alluring as if it was nightfall.

The reset until the morning hour, a release of course needed, modesty closely guarded along with your inner desire to indulge yourself at the selfishness of the demand. You timidly make moves to pull your jeans down, exercising your right to lay down and get comfortable, your jeans at your knees as you slide your fingers behind the material of your knickers, the chill up your spine as you pull them past your buttocks and off with the jeans.

The only help you need is your mind, your flower slippery on first stroke with two fingers, your pleasure guided and seduced by your own intuition. You let go and spread your legs, commiting to the pursuit of an orgasm. Your masturbation feels ever so good, the touching intensifying yout arousal as you get ever so more wet, the memories of that summer hook up last year acting as the fuel for your sure fire descent into bliss.

As if you can feel the weight on your body, your fingers now a tribute to the cock you thought was perfect, deep inside you as you shy away from the bliss of then, as if it can happen again. Bravery and you explore further, the pleasure more genuine than most of the past year, that sweet spot that brings in the final moments. The people downstairs feel anxious as you moan on orgasm, selfish but liberating, demanding but natural. 

The fields outside, another feeling of warmth.

Newphoria

A dreary breeze falters into the morning, a deceivingly icy wind comes through the window, grey clouds muffle the concrete that was not long ago glistening golden. Freedom from the slowness, the restraint untied, ice cold drink and porridge with fresh fruit, a return to the simplicity of calmer times.

You turn the TV on, the day cheats its way to fading into much later in the morning, 10.30am and still in your pink chemise from bed time, there appears to be nothing at all to watch on TV, just the same old repeated news about the pandemic and ineffective chitter chatter about what rules should, and shouldn't be applied.

Maybe it's just the perpetual daily slumber everyone is in, life truly is locked into simple indulgence with the bottom line of no connection. Perhaps this is the pause we were all teased into taking, for the first time a serene derealisation, the world in a state of calm crisis, a million snow storms with terror beyond control.

You find yourself, laying there, feeling the cloud of the slumber, trying to decide what to do in a loss of direction, with a boredom that has a tinge of frustration. A cheeky thought, the little giggle as you think of using your vibrator, a Doxy wand that arrived only a few weeks ago after a late night drunk order. You make your way into your bedroom, pulling the circular knob on the drawer, and under some disorganised clothes, the Doxy lay, still in its box, the security seals only undone to check all was correct.

You feel an almost whipping of horniness, the geyser of a sunken stomach, free flying butterflies shake you, just as the first time. Now back in your living room, the inspiration has sedated your arousal into daring, with you now closing the curtains. 

Only a little dexterity required as you plug the Doxy into the wall, laying on your sofa with your pussy aching to be thrilled in what it dares. Your fingertips slide just under the end of your chemise, a white pattern lines the pink satin. The fabric coming closer to your stomach slowly, your pussy feeling even more teased as the sweet feeling is now constant. 

You navigate the control panel of the Doxy, only then do you commit to what you almost never admit, not in the company of others, whilst the toy autonomically before you know it, is now being delightful down below. The head massages, up and down as the sensations become sweet pin pricks, a shockwave of a jolt as you press the head against your clit.

You keep it there, pushing down to complete the ecstacy, giving your whole pussy the indulgence that you deserve. Not long before the making of your dry spell culminates in a gasp inducing, pillow wetting orgasm. For that minute, you rest on the freedom.

Forever

The rays beat down, allure exudes against the temptation of the warmth, giving in to the freedom of carelessness, seductive hearts fade from love. The grass is freshly cut among sun beds, drips of water fall down the sides of glasses, ice chilled beverages and the cream filled lollies that are leisurely consumed by the few people who choose to bear all, the hottest day of the year.

The blaze basks across my torso, allowing sunken butterflies to flutter at the bottom of my stomach easier, nothing truly matters for this hour, we both tiptoe on the edge of the euphoria of days of unknowing and naivety. With only thin layers covering us, lust is only a suggestion, the day maturing past half two, the first hints of late afternoon laziness, start to become front and centre - as does my marvel at the brazen moments of passion we've always shared.

From where we sit, the sun is just starting to move out of the way, I wonder if we should surrender to going inside, the fans in the living room only blowing out mildly warm air, still a chance to have a half time break, a refresher behind closed doors. 

I pitch the suggestion, a sigh as you sit up, you realise you need a refill of the strawberry cola, where the ice cubes, now tiny pearls at the sides of the glass. You agree, picking up the glass and your bit of summer reading, a romance novel that had always piqued your interest, a naughty little delivery that you proudly displayed for everyone walking past.

The front door of our little bedsit shuts behind us, as we traipse into the kitchen, me working my way through the fridge, loads of chocolate and various fizzy and alcoholic drinks being chilled. You jump on the bed, getting comfortable as your stringy bikini, just about holding your perfect body, as you see me getting the snacks and drinks ready, you feel your skin pushing against your bikini top, your brain catches up with your sudden almost stomach dropping interest. 

Your nipples hardening as little pin pricks of arousal happen down below, it becomes increasingly hard to not show your feelings of lust. I lay down next to you as your allure is ever so evident, it just turns me on as you melt into the thorn of lust that tears through you, caressing and grabbing me. Our clothes quickly taken off as you make your way on top of me, your soft thighs collding with my firm, sculpted groin. 

Your pussy desperately wet, the intensity of your breathing sharpens, you moan as I whisper "fuck" as the full weight effortlessly makes my perfect, to you, cock get deeper inside. Not a lot of effort is required to have you feeling every thrust that you hold on to, your bikini top now an afterthought as you love me licking and tickling your nipples. 

You cannot bear it any longer, as you soak the sheets with a sun drenched, leg shaking and pussy quenching orgasm. It's almost as if, our emotion is forever.

Synergy

The sunset stings the bottom of the horizon as the moon glistens in a legacy of a golden reflection, up above. Only a few directions to go, at the end of this road, rising and sinking along with my gut feeling, 12 long months of lockdown we have been apart, finally I get to caress, no doubt as euphoric as the first ever time, the scenery around me blending the calm anxiety.

A few road signs go past, some for a few more seconds as I sit at junctions that drown me in derealization, forced anxiety, numbed by the prospect of the familiarly soul riveting euphoria that I love to spend with you. The view to my right, the verge leading down to the docklands where people watched the world go by, an unknowing wonder of what they've desired, only on the luck that's passing them by.

The block of houses on the first exit on the roundabout, until I turn into the road, my stomach sinks with a tingle, forced actions as my mind becomes automatic, the comfort and allure of our sex, sends shakey weakness through me, never known since I was naive. I collect myself, before a few seconds respite as I courageously open the car door, locking it behind me as I prepare to present the lushously boxed artisan chocolates, knocking on the door.

After the twenty seconds that felt like an eternity, I hear a hand turn the handle of the main bolt on the door, suddenly the black curtain behind the door gets pulled to one side, revealing the most curvy, perfectly and sinfully decadent figure, adorned by a silky satin dress that allures my senses. I see your eyes light up at the sight of the guy you had always quite fancied, a gleeful welcome in with the surprise of the chocolates that always lay in that online shopping basket, but I will do anything to please you.

You make no uncertainties about it, you only want one thing, the seductive risk of messaging a guy and offering an evening of fun and sinful frolics, all paid off in the end, you chose well.

Leading me into the bedroom at the corner of your flat, you commit to seduce me in  a spot near the bed, an elegant kiss and coming closer, the softness of your breathing as I tease you with my fingers, your neck and shoulders, suddenly spikes as I pull you closer to me. A sunken minute passes of me playing sexy mind games as you crave to find out where I will touch next, a pin prick moan as I suddenly get more sexual, you sit on the knife edge of an admission of lust, the decadence of the feeling of my touch pulling you into carnal abandon.

We fall on to the bed, the mood in the room heavy as we tear each other clothes off, the more that is revealed, the more you feel free of guilt, under the duvet of a connection, your flower starting to get wet. Before long, I am giving you what you not so cheekily guided me towards, the oral against your flower that is so warm, it burns through you. 

The curtains breeze as the window is slightly ajar, the warm autumn evening adds a little glisten to our passionate lovemaking, just as I push the tip of my penis against the outer wall of your flower. I work my way deep inside of you, the pleasure activating that brainwave explosion of unbearable joy and giving in to the release of what had been denied for months. 

You enjoy every last movement, as you relish every nuance of our skin coming together, drawing it down into a building ecstacy that allures you into making it happen, the fast thrusting that makes the bed shake, your nipples only a nibble away from feeling like a sour candy. You pull me close, your orgasm only a few thrusts away as you let loose on your moaning, a burst of squirt that follows your thighs shaking, a job well done.

Upon Sunset

Over the hill, a view unlike any other, we cuddle by shoulders as it is now the home straight, laid before a cream coloured sand and stone path that scales the face of the hill, a mountain of butterflies. The emotion holding us back from the fall of dusk, we would surely walk home, an enigma in the making, only the cold putting us in the concrete car park, surrounded by tall untamed trees, half an hour later. 

Maybe if the raindrops that are beginning to pierce through the clouds, could perfect the way my stomach sinks for you, only half felt as the safety of the car misguidedly seems the better option. I put the key in the ignition and pull out of the gravel towards the left edge of the car park, I catch you out of the corner of my eye looking at me in admiration, grabbing my hand for a few seconds to playfully thank me for a good day.

The night glistens before us, the headlights on full beam as we drive down the long road, fields either side and a cloudless sky, the moon euphoric as the taste of the dinner from the short stop at the cafe before the long journey began, begins to fade. The solace of being the only travellers on the road, maybe one or two cars passing us, brings us closer, I take one hand off the wheel to hold yours, my eyes taken off the road for a short time as I feel your peck on the cheek.

We talk for a little while, like a story being conjured up as we get closer to the town, the trees begin to get thicker and become more abundant, the roads getting more technical with a sudden appearance of signs by the side. The conversation turns more alluring as I navigate my way around the network of roundabouts, as we discuss how to spend the rest of our evening. The rest of the journey is easy as we both know whats in store, how can we not indulge in what we won't admit, well cultured intimacy with much pleasure I've only had with you.

Parking up in the little parking space that faces away from my front door but only a walk across the road away, we share a kiss once more, this one more of an admittance of love in its softness, before we remember to grab the last of the pic nic paraphernalia out of the back of the car. Coming into the house I turn the hallway light on, perhaps a little persuasion isn't needed as you grab my hand and take me upstairs enthusiastically. 

The bedroom door quickly shut, we share a little giggle as we kiss passionately, the flame inside of you spikes my arousal like a thorn, my erection forced quickly as I am now lusting deeply for you, we rush to take our clothes off, as I push you onto the bed, my trousers still on as we have a moment so intimate we both feel in a freefall into a warm, sizzling place. You help me take my trousers off before I help you remove your slightly frilly bra, in a way that gets you excited. 

My fingers feel like ice drops as I pull the strings of your knickers down, you feel tiny pin prick shocks of pleasure as the fabric comes away from your gorgeous pussy. I do the honours, you moan in pleasure as you lay back and just let me take you, my tongue just hitting the right spots as it feels warm and cold in waves. 

You beg me to fuck you as I get up and you marvel at my body that is toned just the right way, slim yet powerful for a healthy dose of sex. I position myself to enter you, the intimacy in our lower bodies is astounding, awe inspiring. The insertion is easy, our bodies perfectly conforming to each other as I deliver a powerful thrust that makes you let out the most deserving yet demanding moan. I make myself comfortable, making sure you are dutifully seen to as I instruct you in my body language to lay back and let me satisfy you into oblivion.

The bed springs strain as we get well into it, your breasts feeling good as they come into contact with my chest, maybe a little nibble of your nipples with each progression in your pleasure, a little treat sealed with a bow. We both begin to get sweaty, the sex is of pure joy as we are both ready to let loose and cum, I wish to serve you and I make sure my movements are perfect to send you into bliss. 

The sex becomes momentarily frantic, the moaning cheeky as the bed springs strain more, before I know it your pussy tenses around my perfect cock, how you always dreampt sex to be. The bed soaked as you squirt and I cum not soon after, my cock momentarily feeling hard as steel as I cum with you reeling in after pleasure from your orgasm.

All there is to do is turn the lights off and enjoy tomorrow, for my lust is only for you.

Enigma

 The scent of the lavender lowers as the sun descends over the horizon, the end of a country walk, the day perfect in weather with the atmosphere breezing perfectly with how natural our conversation feels. Our hair out of shape as the wind has blown just enough to cause amusement, the bird coming and pinching a sandwich from the pic-nic hamper.


Our feet feel achey, the sand path with numerous stones being the only labour of love, a day thoroughly enjoyed by the both of us, it feels good to get back in the car, the relief of knowing I just about afforded to fill the tank yesterday makes the success of our date ever so sweet.


The soles of your feet relax and feel slightly pained but better, a flirtatious question of whether you can take your shoes off to which I pleasantly agree, only things to look forward to for the rest of the day. I ask if you want to order a meal for us to collect from the little independent Italian on the restaurant, not too far away from the route home, I instruct you of what app to use and let you use my card.


You are excited all the way to the restaurant that the journey seemed like a blur on arrival, the slight excitement on your face is evident at the front desk and as the chef brings out the food, two servings of carbonara and the tastiest, cheesiest garlic bread either of us have ever tasted. The aroma of the food ever more delicious as I park us up outside my house, the warm, light May evening has us both chill beyond usual, the stress of work and lockdown, a little respite.


Once we are in I suggest you go and relax on the sofa as I serve up the food on to plates, you curl up on the left cushion and a few minutes later I come into the living room with the dinner using the best plate trays, today has truly been one of indulgence and movie-esque romantic perfection.


We sit and talk for a little while as we eat the dinner, maybe a little longer and the food is finished, taste buds satisfied. I have well and truly won you over, sharing cuddles as the leaves on the trees outside shine golden with the sun almost all the way down for nightfall to take its place.


We had only been on three dates, sensible and proper was our way of courtship, but now I can get the hint you are dropping ever so subtly and with classy decorum. The new intimacy, an allowance of closeness sending my nerves into that rarely known place as if it was my first taste of another person feeling emotion.


Without a word we are slowly caressing each other, soft pecks on each other lips as we cautiously touch each other, covering new ground at a slow pace. I softly moan as you touch my chest, the tips of your fingers feeling like a warm ice as we get heavier in lust. 


As a final indication of our shared desire, I place my hand on your bottom, covered by a blue floral summer dress that you mentally beg not to exist, moaning as I softly bite your lip. After a few whispered words, I carry you to my bedroom, placing you down as you excitedly lift your dress up and remove your knickers. 


My clothes being removed as you almost vocally sound amazement at my perfectly toned body, just how you liked the men in the magazines, a fantasy now offering itself up to you. As your legs curve around mine, arched, you give in to the passion before you, the softness of our skin reminding you, but even better.


My cock easily finds its way into your pussy, the process of getting used to it feels almost like a non challenge, I fall into emotion as we move, the sex only half of what I feel, the tiny details of your pecks on my lips, the smell as we enjoy each other. A slow speed of sex that allures us into getting faster, you become more vocal as your body lights up with arousal even further. 


Our bodies slapping together as the emotion doesn’t leave but invites an even bigger beast of carnal wanting, your hands exploring my back, holding on when you feel ecstasy every few seconds. The stomach dropping realisation of how we are now devouring each other so erotically, a result so obvious to us, yet obscene to others.


You beg me to keep going, I rise up to the challenge as every thrust never lets you down, each one meaningful, every one could be the cause of you soaking the sheets, it is inevitable that it will be dramatic. We both lose all sense of self awareness as the enjoyment increases sharply and the bed shakes, you beg me to give you an orgasm of which I surely do, a mutual climax that is like morphine, yet weakening as it dies down.


It is safe to say we would both like to share a bed together for many weeks and months into the future, none of us ashamed to say we are now together, with an amazing memory that radiates for years to come.




The Cataclysm

The audacity of the time, an unfair sacrifice in the comfort of a prison, two weeks away with your family in the cramped mobile home. The dull warmth of boredrom, away from the fresh air, the scent of wild lavender ever so transient with the grass as the wind would breeze just before the weather got warmer. Evenings around pre packed garlic bread cooked with spaghetti bolognese and board games that passed the time in a monotonous fashion, still, the time with family was a relief from all the stress that had occurred over the past few months. 

It is the morning of the day you get ready to leave, maybe fresh faced yet unfulfilled, the shower after breakfast cleaning your slate for the ravaging you don't even know yet exists. The boot of the car slams shut and clicks, three hours go by, seperated by a stop to get a few drinks at the service station. The joint ache as you lift the two suitcases to your front door, you know it won't be long before you'll be free, given in and willing to let loose, your mind diluted into a cloud.

Soon home, you know it wont be long before I get home from work, the mornings post that hadn't been collected as I would leave before daybreak, neatly sorted on the table and compose yourself, comfy clothes cosied on the sofa. A tinge of anxiety works it’s way in, the wonder of what I’d been up to the past fortnight, you always mused on the wondering of my mind, the safety of your belief I would never stray, only starting to be moved.

The buzzer in the hallway sounds, you effortlessly press the unlock button for the security door, natural excitement fills, an eager opening of the door and we soon share a hug, the relief feels like a weight lifted, like a white lie being believed.

The secret lust you hold, being held in, you just want the pleasantries to pass as a flame only warms but never burns, excruciatingly. The quick dinner, due to lack of preparation and your eagerness, lands us sat on the sofa staring into the TV, the latest binge watch social media fad, before our eyes on Netflix.

A little closer you come, I read your non verbal clues and I suddenly feel horny, without us saying a word the sexual tension exudes immensely, automatically frantic as we move to the bedroom. The mood in the room drops as your unapologetically curvaceous body begs and reaches for mine, our clothes off quicker than never before, you sigh in ecstasy as you see my long, thick cock, hard for you.

You fall and spread on to the double bed, you never associated with any kinky titles, but you have totally given into submission, your legs spread and raised, your pussy perfect in arousal, I sigh as it would be entirely rude to not leave you spent.

My cock feeling excitingly blissful, as you show no sign of holding back, gliding in with the purely natural wetness, your breasts feeling warmer as your nipples enlarge. I begin thrusting as the pleasure is instant and simply enjoyable with nothing getting in the way, the sex unashamedly graphic and lewd, I wonder if your fantasy of someone walking in on us would come to light, but you were always one to keep your secrets hidden.

The weight of me on your skin is felt by both of us, as I start to feel the burn, beneath me the angel delight of the body I wanted, and fantasised for, whenever I’d come and see you in the office to hand my time sheet in. The bed barely holding us as the headboard shakes and slams against the wall, I start to sweat as it is becoming hard not to cum, I pull out as you beg me to start fucking you again, I remind you of how hot you are as I have a break, the beautiful agony on your face as you finger yourself to keep it going.

I become hard again and ready, you welcome it with a gasp and a moan, the sharpness of the moan excites me, you couldn’t bear to be denied an orgasm, your tiptoe into the world of domination was one that left you wanting more.

Seemingly out of nowhere, we become in tune with each other, I rise to the challenge of a hard, energetic fuck as your wetness drips and the abandon of lust consumes you, I had never seen you like this before. You gasp tremendously with an even bigger moan that makes us both cum, your pussy feeling softly empty with the drops of wetness that lessened the more we lay next to each other. Your mood and release lasts many days into the future, before the next time you defy the stress with a decadent trip, over me.

A Night's Play

The grate of the mind forces my awareness into an ache of tense nothingness, ever since you started working these long hours, I could not bring myself to admit to you the pain, my hand forced at the promise of better pay. The time left until you usually get home, feeling like an endless road as the hands on the clock are sat uneven, I know distraction will be a dead end, so close yet so far away.

I close the curtains, the street lights have been on for too long, my sense of upkeep slipping, a tiptoe into the depths of depression, only rarely does my longing get satiated by a warm bed, you beautifully lying there. A hint of cautious excitement and I get up to go and get the kettle on, a mild cup of coffee for me and the warming flavoured camomile drink that you always craved after a night shift, I always loved seeing you happy as you took the first sip of the sweet strawberry flavour, a hug and a kiss following.

My senses light up as I hear the almost inaudible sounds of you walking down the gravel drive, you managed to make it in time to get on the car pool with your colleagues. A slight shudder goes up my spine as you put your key in the lock, my throat finding the air to welcome you, finally managing when you are half way through the door. 

After a few words exhanged, the kiss and cuddle are soon shared between us, your drink already prepared to your delight. We have a little chat, my pain given an easy hit of morphine, the existence of my anguish becoming a triviality. Finally, in bed as was usual only a handful of minutes after your welcoming home and quick drink, I unassumingly get into bed with just my boxers on while you are in the bathroom taking your makeup off. Now in the bedroom and you dress in the exquisite silk chemise that you don't know always lights my heart, and desire with a bright flame.

We each take a quick glance at our phones to see the last update of the day on social media, I dare give in to the sinking feeling that preludes arousal as I see the body I used to frequently worship and embrace, move in admiration of me, I feel safe.

A quick embrace that I thought was to say goodnight, my hand conciously involuntarily, smoothly touches your leg, as we kiss I slowly move my hand further up to your bottom, you look into my eyes as if staring into my soul, you feel my finger tips just touching the inside edges of your buttocks. The mood descends from scented comfort to a gut dropping eroticism, as you kiss me more passionately than I've known in recent memory, the sensation of the silk with my fingers against your skin, lit a fire within you that catches my soul from a freefall.

You moan as I kiss your neck, I prepare to love and fuck your curvaceous body, elegantly pulling the shoulder straps down to loosen the silk around your breast that I can't help but worship with my tongue against your nipple. Our breathing becomes heavier and in tune with each others as we peck each others necks while we get into position. 

I see your pussy aching for attention as I get up and you spread your legs, I just let myself give into my intuition, now giving you the almost perfect oral that hits all the right spots at just the right time, you become on another level as this is what you've wanted, the words never leaving your lips as they never did mine. 

A collection of whispers leave each of ours lips, the core instruction being for us to make love, an exercise out of pure craving. I position myself for us to have sex in missionary, our sex will be without pornographic carnal emptiness, nothing but each others sweat and movement, with a warmth building in each of us.  

My hard and perfectly sized cock glides inwards as every inch deeper raises the gasp in my ear, the slowness of me pulling in and out has you wishing time would stop, the moisture of your pussy making it an easy task, the sex is a dream as nothing is causing problems. I help you free your breasts from the chemise, instantly making me harder as you welcome this with your moans. 

Your pussy begging to facilitate an orgasm, involuntarily contracting to feel more of my cock as I get closer to cumming, with all my strength I begin to thrust harder and faster, the sex now a marathon as the moaning between us is now exhausting yet titillating, the bed creaking as it holds our sex. 

The pleasure builds within you, the burn of the marathon is accompanied by a slow build of ecstacy that only sex can bring, it feels like an eternity in me as well, I am almost ready to collapse as your moans cause the cloud of slow build pleasure in each of us to burst into sweet bliss. Your inner thighs shake, followed by weakness I also feel in my shoulders, as I collapse next to you, relieved and spent. We both agree on the amazingness of the sex and we both fall into the land of nod not surely after, a spring in my step was surely had for the morning at work.      

The Vision

A quick slumber, divided by the sound of cars passing by, amplified by synthetic imagination of an almost blackness of vast hills and trees breezing past. My day had been spent wondering and imagining, ending with the sound that consumed my weary hours, oh how I've wanted you before, the caress that I wish was with you. Many a time I'd enjoyed the image in private, an act of self love that grew increasingly absent in its relaxing yet lonesome way. Last night's dream was inspiring, the way my mind excels under the almost hard work of letting myself pretend we share a bed, the infinite indulgence and distance of the feeling is, I don't want it to end.

We'd met frequently, always amongst friends, it wasn't three months before I started wanting the shape of you, your curves colliding with mine, I started to long to see your face as you rode me, your body moving along with the motions of almost cinematic sex. Today I will see you, the first time in three weeks as the time has teased me beyond what could almost be domination, an invisible mistress taunting the strings of my emotions, pressing hard on the denial of my wanting. 

The occasion had called for a private meeting, everyone else being tied up, and the hobby we shared that you wanted to come and enjoy with me, afterwards your favourite meal that I just so happened to have had plenty of practice on. The game board neatly laid on the table, the oven should have fully prepared the dish of cheesey pasta shortly after you arrive, I'm all prepared as it nears the time of your arrival, I'm looking forward to a chance to take my mind off work and finally relax with all the trouble in the family. Oven gloves in easy reach on top of the cooker so that I don't embarrass myself, the room casually presented.

My gut sinks as the time gets closer, the anxiety of you calling to cancel our plans, worsens as I think about the stress of a sudden knock at the door, I have always had to work hard to enjoy evenings shared with people, a fear that not even the prospect of the evening going well could release me from. I sit for a few minutes, my mind almost blank as I am mildly suffocated by the petrified excitement and anticipation of your arrival, my mind playing tricks of suggestions of you cancelling, something coming up, or facing the calm fear of your arrival.

Not long after, you knock, my fight or flight reflex taking over as I derealize while getting up and making my way to the door, my hand hesitates as I pull the handle, the image of a perfect woman standing before me. Pleasantries exchanged, my nerves falling into an almost tranquil and calm state, a thunderbolt sedated into a puddle. My mind collects itself as it realises we are now laid next to each other in bed, your designer high heels, taken off like a pipedream as you make it known you are around for fun.

Seems like half an hour passes where I know intimacy like never before, levels of deepness into someone that tears my long unknowing away. My fingers barely register as I lightly touch your legs, the firmness increasing almost incrimentally as I slowly tease my way under your dress, your breathing sharply spikes, calming after I reach the base of your buttocks. You vocally recoil as my fingers tease the very outer area of your pussy, suddenly awoken with the arousal that comes into the room through the deepness of your gasps. 

You push me back and change position, removing just enough clothing for me to properly attend to your now lustfully aching pussy, I surprise with going forth and taking it in my mouth, my tounge warm with icy sparks as it gets deeper into you, your clit feeling like it can't escape the prison of the pre orgasm. My tongue is putting you into ecstacy as it finally hits your g spot, your nipples tingling as they press against the top of your dress, to which you hurriedly remove. 

The air in the room, humid with the sound and smell of well worked sex, the emotion I thought I'd feel playing board games with you has been shot down by the height of carnal abandon. Your pussy now drenched, I hit all the right spots as you let me know you are cumming, words spoken in a way only the most desperate could articulate. There will be no modesty as you moan in pleasure, the orgasm having felt blissful for the past thirty seconds, putting you in beautiful agony for an eternity for a powerful, heavy orgasm.  

 

Cathartic Descent

A night - transcending the past year, a reality, no one has experienced.

You glance at your phone, nothing out of the ordinary whizzes past as you instinctively scroll before flicking your finger for the last time, before the short time passes before another automatic doom scroll. The bottom of your screen catches your eye as the familiar yet spine tingling icon just about rises, the red shape surrounded by black, the flip switches in your brain, you are completely alone in the house, and you've remembered to light the scented candles.

The bottle of vino now only nearly full as it sits next to a poured glass, with you comfy on the sofa as the page is now in the back of your mind as you tease yourself on whether you should indulge tonight or not. The almost white noise of the Alexaradio in the background, the hint of the sounds of the nineties, silenced by a hurried request from you to stop playing. People always said you were away with the fairies, a flight from one guilty pleasure to another.

The tiny butterfly sitting at the bottom of your stomach, teasing the edges of the tip of your nerves, as you timidly scroll down the page to see an array of new posts, the titles of the stories intriguing or tittilating you. You select one, the little bar coming up at speed with the grey progress bar making its way across the screen, presented with the warning about this blog being adults only, you feel an inch of excitement and anxiety as you'd never admit to anyone that the like button you didn't think twice about has become your indulgence.

Pressing the orange button and the screen becomes hot pink, white and black, just as you make sense of the screen, you ignore everything else and start on the first paragraph, knowing you will be sucked in and seduced by a dream like setting and the plain filth that covered the lower paragraphs. You feel a sprinkle of horniness as you remember how the drips of wetness almost caused beautiful agony on those times you were one of the few who gave in to masturbating to the stories on the page, the membership to the exclusive club that have never met.

The wonder of the inspiration for these stories fills you with erotic curiosity, you dared to think that these could be real experiences, the almost voyeuristic image of what could really have happened in the real world that were so beautifully written in these pages. Your vibrator only a small amount of effort away as you lower your knickers and feel the wanting, the new flame inside that burns brighter with the lust of wonder. 

The masturbation feeling ever so more sweet as you go down the page, the words intensifying as you become more intimate with yourself, the natural selfishness that comes with enjoying yourself or someone else, makes the experience ever so more erotic with every movement of your hand, every touch of your breast. The pleasure becoming ever so ominous, that you re read from the part where it hit you, the sound in your flat becoming stomach dropping, you press the speed button on your vibrator one more time. 

The almost sedating, yet lushious smell of the natural extracts in the candles has you on a cloud, the pillows just happened to be perfectly placed to comfort you as your flower is now soggy, the nerves lit up that the slightest touch sends pleasure. You go back and read that one strawberry sweet paragraph again, pushing your vibrator in just the right way to hit your g spot. and the cushion beneath you is soaked, a moan accompanied by an almost loss of awareness preludes the beauty of an orgasm.

If you think he needs to, let him know x      

Vertigo

The sensitivity,

 

A night of celebration


The aching energy of your soul,


It is so perfect,


A day filled with rushing happiness,


Your breath on my chest,


Slays the day


You unashamedly and indifferently to the thoughts of others, start removing the beautiful party dress, the biggest event of the year, no expense spared on thinly covering the body I adore so much. A soft peck on the lips seduces us, your eagerness to make love is matched by me, the movement in our torso's as we breathe is setting the room on fire with stomach drowning tension.

I put my hand on your hip, us laying side by side, quickly turning into a sun beaten match to tear the last of our clothes into thinner and flimsier, ever so questionable, sweetest nothingness. We become entwined as we are unaware of the minutes passing by, touching and passionately kissing every obvious part, I thoughtfully place my kisses where I know any girl would give in to the sour touch of my lips.

You humpf in erotic tension as I swoon down to where your flower, dusted with wetness sits behind a layer of black nylon, defeated by both my index fingers pulling at the frilly sides, my fingers feel like a soft ice as I pull your knickers down. You get a good look at my expertly carved abdomen, adding heat to your engorged pussy as it begs to feel me inside of you. 

I place myself perfectly to fuck you just as fast and as hard, or as slow as you want, you tell me how you want it. My cock feeling like a mild electric shock as it touches your outer lips, the time spent getting used to each other is well enjoyed, time doesn't matter in this instance. 

The sound of a bed carrying a heavy amount of sex is amplified around the room, possibly through the walls and ceilings of this little bed and breakfast that we luckily snapped up while all the other party guests opted for the large hotel. Our bodies moving in harmony, every thrust surely adding to the build up of orgasm, a failed release is never going to happen here. My hips collide with your curvy and delicious thighs, the stockings that went to the edge of appropriateness add a unique sensation that surprise you.

The creaking gets louder and the juices drip down your labia, adding a warm satisfaction that brings in the orgasm, caused by my cock that you always thought was perfect.

 

I knew admiring you would pay off.     

Bon Appetit

A deceptively warm February day, the fifteenth, it had frozen through the year so far, the boiler only about managing to subdue the chill that creaped through the front door, the streets as empty as a ghost town, no end in sight to lockdown. I decide not to put the heating on for fear of the enormous gas bill that would appear, for once it is not chilly. You'd been home for a long time, your job graciously allowing you to work from home, the laptop, post-it notes and the many cups of coffee had replaced a table that was always ready for a spontaneous date night, the harshest aspect of lockdown for me.

Twenty past six and you finish work, that subtle emotion that comes from feeling at home in the early months, a still sit beckons in your mind. A delicate hunger settles in your stomach as you go to the kitchen to start preparing dinner, after you put the oven on and it starts warming up, you come and get me from the study, half the day spent playing computer games with how little work my job is sending me. We'd missed the valentines flirtations, having to scoot off in the evening for an emergency shopping run, your friend from work, finding herself in a bit of financial trouble suddenly announcing that she had come home to an empty kitchen, although we did manage to find some honey, a rare treat for ourselves, our first ever meal as a married couple with honey and ice cream as dessert.

The time drags on, the dinner almost ready as a tinge turns to a hunger, before we know it the dinner is on the table and we are enjoying your signature dish, a cheesy three-cheese salad and pasta, I thoroughly enjoy the refreshing lightness, yet fillingness of the meal. We take a break from talking to just enjoy the view out of the window, the peace of mind of our 3rd valentines as a couple, I wonder if we've forgotten the honey, as I daren't ask whats for dessert, not knowing if you'd had something specially planned.

We should really be putting the table away and washing the dishes, instead I can sense a change in you, a change of reminiscence and romantic emotion. A slight suggestion of going into the bedroom, almost goes over me, instead a raindrop that sinks to my gut and dominates it. An anxious response is all I can muster, I find myself being lead to the bedroom by you. I find a beautifully made duvet, in the centre, the jar of honey sits.

You tell me to lay on the bed and wait, you come back from the other room wearing the most amazing matte black satin chemise that just allures me into seduction, nothing else matters. We only need you to lay next to me before, I naturally and carefully undo the lid of the jar, my nerves rise in me, the emotion that for now feels extreme. My hands slightly shake as I position myself to creatively drip the honey over you. 

As I carefully apply pressure to the bottle, a drop of honey teases its way out of the nozzle, I can feel the energy in the room, my instinct for your daring and wanting, that of a tiger. I commit and press down that little bit harder, the drop becomes larger and falls onto your breast, the cold and sweet tiny shock to your skin makes you recoil in erotic excitement. The top of the chemise still holding your breasts in, the feeling of the material contrasting with the almost snowy chill of the honey creates a feeling like no other.

I feel an energy within me, as if a barrier has been broken, not only of relief but of arousal, I feel brave in response to your liberation, I raise the bottle again, squeezing it so there is a sweet and cold stream, slowly crossing your chest, feeling divine as you lean up to fully be decorated by it, extra sweet as it covers your breasts from visiting the top of the chest.

I get off the bed and put the bottle on the desk, coming back while removing my trousers and boxers, you teasingly pull the chemise up for me to see you aren't wearing any knickers, revealing a pussy so beautiful and wet it is irresistable. I position myself to fuck you, you with your legs spread, as you treat me to you taking the shoulder straps of the chemise off to slowly remove the bust portion and let me indulge in your tits. 

You moan as I enter you, your pussy perfectly curving around my cock, you rejoiced long ago when I learned how to hit your g spot, and I promise to do so this time. I begin thrusting to which your body responds, jolts of pleasure as this is truly an erotic picture. I lean down to lick the honey off you as I fuck you, the feeling of my warm tongue lathering up the honey that never seemed to warm by itself. 

My tongue on autopilot with the path of the honey, me still fucking you as you get closer, this time feeling more close than you have ever felt before now, an amazing orgasm as we both shake and recoil the honey all lathered up, the bed sheet soaked.

Your friend's dilemma, a blessing in disguise.          

Morphine

The sky as epic as the cold, a scene looking almost cinematic as the trails of planes take me back to my day dreams from when I was younger, like a void melting my anxiety into a pain numbed by clouds. The cold causes me to go directly up the path, the brick walls on one side, fences on the other, backs of peoples gardens as my ankles start to wear and ache, perfectly timed when your front door would be less than thirty seconds away.

I arrive at the little porch, your neighbours door to one side, the hallway light is on behind the door, the clouds from before vapourise away to give the anxiety the edge it needs to make me trip over my words. I knock on the door, a few seconds pass that feel like minutes, I see a silhouette as my nerves sink into an impossible pit of vast distance. 

The door opens, for me to be presented with you casually yet suggestively dressed, the black t-shirt and jeans that only I and others with an eye for eclectic provocation could be hypnotized by. I take my shoes off in the familiar spot as I always did, the aroma from the living room teases with a second stomach sink as my new euphoria forces a calming relaxation. I see a hot, decadent pizza, bottle of Rosé and candles that amazingly envelop the room with a calming, relaxing and erotic scent. 

Sitting next to you, the TV having a dim and seductively red glow as the slow jam mix video plays, you invite me to have a slice of the pizza and pour me a glass of the Rosé, I carefully manage the pizza while you alleviate all my fears, your whole persona one of wanting, needing and attraction. As the night progresses we gradually get closer to each other, more intimate with intention, no doubt we both want to feel each others love, a connection as precious as the vapour of a cold day.

Before long, I have only blinked and the time is already a few minutes to 11pm, enjoying the intimacy so much, falling into a deep sea, that time has escaped us. I say the first words that have been said in over an hour and a half, a question of where this will all go, open ended and slices through me. You glance down, a sigh that validates your desire for me. 

You take my hand, guide me to the bedroom, a walk playful yet emotional, I derealize the entire way as a watercolour painting for my soul. I snap into it as the sight of you taking off your lacey knickers, me pulling my jeans down, the lustful look as you see my erect member tear itself out. We can only succumb to each others falling as our bodies touch, paying absolute importance to how I insert myself, the warmth increasing with every movement, your wetness like raindrops around me. 

You reach to hold my back, across my toned torso as the situation feels so right that you just relent to pleasure. I begin to go harder as my cock feels like morphine, your face is pure ecstacy as you feel the details of my torso rub over yours, the energy in my shoulders as you hold. With the heat we start sweating and your pleasure more desperate as my cock feels decadent as I get faster, it won't take you any energy at all to have your body shake as you cum, nearing it, you beg for it.

We both lose awareness of ourselves as we both climax. A scene as epic as the sky.