And tears,as I read your word,a voice,before,I never heard,
A dream that came from Internet,with words,although,we never met,
A kindness,not of sympathy,of longing,wanting,needing we,
And in my dreams,cloud number one,an Angel with a smile,so bon,
Dreamland express to who knows where,words of verse,we need to share,
As dawn is peeking,in my sky,and thoughts of every thing and why,
I want to walk in meadows grass,with lavender scents the days that pass,
And walk along the silver shore,and breathe the salted air,
Lie in the shade of yesterdays,to dream of what was there,
A magic that surrounds the sea,its distant, misty shroud,
Sing verses of what once was,that echo from the cloud,
Listen to a voice that calls,come and walk with me,
Together we will sing the songs and paddle in the sea.
xPx
Sunday 3 May 2009
Sunday 15 February 2009
For Twinkle
No sadness allowed
When the sun shines through your window,or you walk in drizzled rain,
Or you cast your mind,to days gone by,and find you hurt with pain,
Don't fill your heart with sadness,don't count the hours to bed,
The only way you find escape,is happy in your head,
So Carol,when the day seems long,or nights seem longer still,
Think about the towpath walks or the locks that beat the hill,
Or ducks and drakes or swans on lakes or moles and beavers too,
I'm sure that in your memories,theres happiness shining through.
xPx
When the sun shines through your window,or you walk in drizzled rain,
Or you cast your mind,to days gone by,and find you hurt with pain,
Don't fill your heart with sadness,don't count the hours to bed,
The only way you find escape,is happy in your head,
So Carol,when the day seems long,or nights seem longer still,
Think about the towpath walks or the locks that beat the hill,
Or ducks and drakes or swans on lakes or moles and beavers too,
I'm sure that in your memories,theres happiness shining through.
xPx
Thursday 19 June 2008
Shoe shopping story
Come on sweetheart,lets go......oh ok said "where to"?.........shopping like couples do,,,,,,,,,,,for shoes lol......
I wasn't going to argue with that impish glint in your eyes when it was an obvious planned excursion,ok said I................
We left home hand in hand,it was far too hot to take the bus,we walked into town,,,,,there it was,,,,,,,an emporium of footwear,shouting to us through a huge,well lit,plate glass window,,,,hi Sheena.Hi Paul.......it beckoned.
The shop was lovely and cool......it needed to be,there was a huge display which I immediately realized,would take some time,you looked at me and smiled a cheeky smile,your eyes guiding my eyes to the first pair you picked up.....mmm these are nice Paul,what do you think?,you knew I was wise to your fun and games,I gave a silent smile and ran my tongue around my mouth and produced a smirking reply,very nice but you will never be able to walk in those,,,,,they were elegant,,,,dripping in little teardrops of rhinestones,,,,,,a couple of very narrow straps across the front to frame well pedicured nails,and a delicate strap, that clamped around the ankle like a bondage slave,and fastened with a tiny jeweled buckle at a postion over the ankles...style and class I said........I agree said Pebbles,I might try them on.
You obtained the correct size from the assist and,sat on a padded stool,and slipped your foot into that bondage,and reaching to the side,ajusted and fastened that delicate singular ankle strap.Slowly and seductively you crossed your leg,pointed your toe to show how lovely they looked,raising your eyebrows,bit your bottom lip like a naughty girl,smiled and reached both hands down to either side of your newly strapped ankle and slowly drew them up your calf.....the tease ended in a quick flurry at the bottom of your flaired skirt,and a throaty oops escaped your lips.I looked at you in a half glared pretend chastisement,you knew,...I knew...
The ritual of the other foot took the same parade.....it was a well planned military manoeuvre,a medal was silently and mentally awarded.
I still think they too high to walk in,,,,,with that and a little pout of disappointment (purely as show) you stood up and,slowly,with fabulous flare of your hips,proceeded to walk the shops runway,much to the satisfaction of a couple of old men out shopping with their equally older wives,one of whom received a sharp dig in the ribs for staring and smiling at someone who obviously belonged in a whorehouse.
You took your seat and slowly,with a smile that could have laced an old salts rum glass,you placed them in the box,on the floor,by the stool..
We toured the shop....this one...that one....oooo these are nice,,,,,occasionally gripping my hand and excitedly dragging me to a display like bubbling lovers do.....
You settled on a pair that you simply must have,they fitted perfectly,size 4,you walked... neigh,floated down the runway like an angel,..shaped calves enphasizing shaped strapped ankles,you knew by my wide eyed look and the way I had also to bite my bottom lip they had my seal of approval,and goodness,they were even half price,I am a yorkshireman tha knows!.
You paid while I waited outside,you skipped from the shop to join me and clung on to me,arm in arm,with a almost musical gait,we hurried home,smilng lovers,happy in each others company.
We arrived home....I better make us a cuppa I said,phew its hot,as I opened the doors back and front,hoping maybe that a butterfly might float in on the wind,cos thats how I felt inside.
Ok ,darling can I have a white coffee please,one sugar,I be right back,I must try my new shoes on you giggled,.....ok I thought,off we go again lol........god how I love that woman.
I was,stirring our drinks when I heard the russle of your skirt descending the stairs slowly,from the eyelevel look I had,such beauty and perfection,the shoes looked fabulous,you looked more than fabulous....I had fallen for this dream that allowed me the honour of loving her,,step by step you slowly descended untill at last you was at floor level ........well?????? what do you think you said,looking for all the world like a little girl awaiting Daddy to praise her,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,you look adorable I said,with that you walked up and down the kitchen and then stood,slightly turning,bending your knee to bring your heeled foot up behind you,you looked over your shoulder at the shapely ankle and quizzed,,,,,,are my seams straight................my god........I was so mesmerized as you floated down the stairs that I never noticed you has put hosiery on,w w w when did you put those on,,,,,,,,,oh darling ssshhhh...I know you dont care much for suspenders so I bought these hold ups last week in the town,they look fab Sheena,so do you,,,,absolutely fab.....
Awwww Paul,thank you love...NOW... you jumped,,,,,making me start,,,close your eyes a minute....
I did as I was told....I could hear all kinds of russlings and clip clops and goodness knows what,it sounded like my princess was building her castle from clouds of various textures.....can I....NOOOOO...just a minute.......oh ok...I sighed....Now.open them..........I opened my eyes and the princess that is Sheena,my pebbles,was standing tottering on these fabulous high heels,.strapped and bejewelled,you could have lighted up a beacon from the grin on my face,,,,,I knew you liked them,you beamed,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,kiss kiss,,,,,,,,,aww darling I said,you are silly,,,,,,,,you will injure yourself walking on those.,.silly Paul,in that accent that can only be my Wigan wonderwoman.....they not for walking,,,,,,,,,they for bed,,,,,,,,,
I wasn't going to argue with that impish glint in your eyes when it was an obvious planned excursion,ok said I................
We left home hand in hand,it was far too hot to take the bus,we walked into town,,,,,there it was,,,,,,,an emporium of footwear,shouting to us through a huge,well lit,plate glass window,,,,hi Sheena.Hi Paul.......it beckoned.
The shop was lovely and cool......it needed to be,there was a huge display which I immediately realized,would take some time,you looked at me and smiled a cheeky smile,your eyes guiding my eyes to the first pair you picked up.....mmm these are nice Paul,what do you think?,you knew I was wise to your fun and games,I gave a silent smile and ran my tongue around my mouth and produced a smirking reply,very nice but you will never be able to walk in those,,,,,they were elegant,,,,dripping in little teardrops of rhinestones,,,,,,a couple of very narrow straps across the front to frame well pedicured nails,and a delicate strap, that clamped around the ankle like a bondage slave,and fastened with a tiny jeweled buckle at a postion over the ankles...style and class I said........I agree said Pebbles,I might try them on.
You obtained the correct size from the assist and,sat on a padded stool,and slipped your foot into that bondage,and reaching to the side,ajusted and fastened that delicate singular ankle strap.Slowly and seductively you crossed your leg,pointed your toe to show how lovely they looked,raising your eyebrows,bit your bottom lip like a naughty girl,smiled and reached both hands down to either side of your newly strapped ankle and slowly drew them up your calf.....the tease ended in a quick flurry at the bottom of your flaired skirt,and a throaty oops escaped your lips.I looked at you in a half glared pretend chastisement,you knew,...I knew...
The ritual of the other foot took the same parade.....it was a well planned military manoeuvre,a medal was silently and mentally awarded.
I still think they too high to walk in,,,,,with that and a little pout of disappointment (purely as show) you stood up and,slowly,with fabulous flare of your hips,proceeded to walk the shops runway,much to the satisfaction of a couple of old men out shopping with their equally older wives,one of whom received a sharp dig in the ribs for staring and smiling at someone who obviously belonged in a whorehouse.
You took your seat and slowly,with a smile that could have laced an old salts rum glass,you placed them in the box,on the floor,by the stool..
We toured the shop....this one...that one....oooo these are nice,,,,,occasionally gripping my hand and excitedly dragging me to a display like bubbling lovers do.....
You settled on a pair that you simply must have,they fitted perfectly,size 4,you walked... neigh,floated down the runway like an angel,..shaped calves enphasizing shaped strapped ankles,you knew by my wide eyed look and the way I had also to bite my bottom lip they had my seal of approval,and goodness,they were even half price,I am a yorkshireman tha knows!.
You paid while I waited outside,you skipped from the shop to join me and clung on to me,arm in arm,with a almost musical gait,we hurried home,smilng lovers,happy in each others company.
We arrived home....I better make us a cuppa I said,phew its hot,as I opened the doors back and front,hoping maybe that a butterfly might float in on the wind,cos thats how I felt inside.
Ok ,darling can I have a white coffee please,one sugar,I be right back,I must try my new shoes on you giggled,.....ok I thought,off we go again lol........god how I love that woman.
I was,stirring our drinks when I heard the russle of your skirt descending the stairs slowly,from the eyelevel look I had,such beauty and perfection,the shoes looked fabulous,you looked more than fabulous....I had fallen for this dream that allowed me the honour of loving her,,step by step you slowly descended untill at last you was at floor level ........well?????? what do you think you said,looking for all the world like a little girl awaiting Daddy to praise her,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,you look adorable I said,with that you walked up and down the kitchen and then stood,slightly turning,bending your knee to bring your heeled foot up behind you,you looked over your shoulder at the shapely ankle and quizzed,,,,,,are my seams straight................my god........I was so mesmerized as you floated down the stairs that I never noticed you has put hosiery on,w w w when did you put those on,,,,,,,,,oh darling ssshhhh...I know you dont care much for suspenders so I bought these hold ups last week in the town,they look fab Sheena,so do you,,,,absolutely fab.....
Awwww Paul,thank you love...NOW... you jumped,,,,,making me start,,,close your eyes a minute....
I did as I was told....I could hear all kinds of russlings and clip clops and goodness knows what,it sounded like my princess was building her castle from clouds of various textures.....can I....NOOOOO...just a minute.......oh ok...I sighed....Now.open them..........I opened my eyes and the princess that is Sheena,my pebbles,was standing tottering on these fabulous high heels,.strapped and bejewelled,you could have lighted up a beacon from the grin on my face,,,,,I knew you liked them,you beamed,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,kiss kiss,,,,,,,,,aww darling I said,you are silly,,,,,,,,you will injure yourself walking on those.,.silly Paul,in that accent that can only be my Wigan wonderwoman.....they not for walking,,,,,,,,,they for bed,,,,,,,,,
We should have coffee story
We Should Have Coffee
We should have coffee sometime. I want you to tell me in person what effect my words can have on you, when they hit the right note. Or perhaps you should demonstrate?
One of my favourite coffee spots has a secluded corner – two comfortable chairs facing each other in a sunken nook that's more or less out of sight of the rest of the cafe. I'll wait for you to show up, get you your coffee when you arrive while you make yourself comfortable.
I admit that I can be just a little shy when I first meet someone. I warm up quickly though and I'm quite sure that your smile will melt my heart when I first see you. After we've exchanged pleasantries though I notice a glint in your eye and you shyly ask "So, how about that story you promised me?" You know how I like to share my ramblings.
I pull out my laptop and bring up the story, turn the screen around to face you and place it gently on your lap. The story is a pleasantly long one, born of an idea that came to me in a flash but then percolated in my dreams for a number of nights before writing it down one afternoon. Sitting right where I am sitting now, only this time facing you in person instead of dreaming of you as I write.
You settle in to read, slouching back just a little in the chair, your whole body relaxing as you glance at me watching you over the top of the screen. I watch your eyes follow the screen, recalling the story line as you advance to the next page. You close your eyes with a shy smile on your lips, your legs spreading just a little as you breath a heavy sigh.
I lean forward in my chair and gently touch your bare knee, just below the hem of your skirt. Your eyes open slowly, glance briefly around the room to assure our privacy, then fix back on mine. The same shy smile returns to your lips as your eyes turn back to the screen and you continue reading.
As you continue reading my hand slowly slides up your thigh, your legs opening just a touch more as my fingers find the soft lace of your panties. Stroking gently up and down I notice the first hint of wetness seeping through and feel the first slight shudder of pleasure as I rub up and down once more. As you continue reading I see your tongue run across your lips in harmony with my fingers following the outline of your vagina. After scrolling down a second page you close the lid, look around once more, sit up and reach under your skirt to furtively slip off your panties, then leaning towards me you whisper, "Put these in your pocket please." Slouching back into the chair you open the lid and continue reading, your legs open just wide enough to invite my hand back to treat you to a gentle touch.
Your wet lips feel divine to my touch, smooth, soft and warm. Your breathing quickens as I rub your slippery juices over and around you clit. You must be getting close to the end of the story, your eyes moving quickly as your hips press against my hand, low moans coming from your lips. My fingers slip deep inside you, delighting in the soft heat of your passion squeezing in rhythm to your moans, my thumb slowly stroking your clit. A sudden thrust of your hips as you pull your hand up to your mouth to bite back your scream, your whole body shuddering as you throw your head back, eyes pressed tightly shut. I steady the laptop with my other hand. Slowly you come back, relaxing as you open your eyes and then finish the page, closing the lid on the laptop as your eyes come back to mine. This time your smile is hardly demure, such passion burning behind your gaze.
Leaning forward you whisper, "I do hope you can walk fast" I nod. "Come, let me take you back to the ,love shack...its nice and dark then," as you hand me my laptop and gather up your things. "You need to finish what you started." is all you say as you hook your arm in mine and head purposefully for the station.
"We should have coffee together more often..." is all I can think to say as I double my steps to keep up with your urgent pace.
We should have coffee sometime. I want you to tell me in person what effect my words can have on you, when they hit the right note. Or perhaps you should demonstrate?
One of my favourite coffee spots has a secluded corner – two comfortable chairs facing each other in a sunken nook that's more or less out of sight of the rest of the cafe. I'll wait for you to show up, get you your coffee when you arrive while you make yourself comfortable.
I admit that I can be just a little shy when I first meet someone. I warm up quickly though and I'm quite sure that your smile will melt my heart when I first see you. After we've exchanged pleasantries though I notice a glint in your eye and you shyly ask "So, how about that story you promised me?" You know how I like to share my ramblings.
I pull out my laptop and bring up the story, turn the screen around to face you and place it gently on your lap. The story is a pleasantly long one, born of an idea that came to me in a flash but then percolated in my dreams for a number of nights before writing it down one afternoon. Sitting right where I am sitting now, only this time facing you in person instead of dreaming of you as I write.
You settle in to read, slouching back just a little in the chair, your whole body relaxing as you glance at me watching you over the top of the screen. I watch your eyes follow the screen, recalling the story line as you advance to the next page. You close your eyes with a shy smile on your lips, your legs spreading just a little as you breath a heavy sigh.
I lean forward in my chair and gently touch your bare knee, just below the hem of your skirt. Your eyes open slowly, glance briefly around the room to assure our privacy, then fix back on mine. The same shy smile returns to your lips as your eyes turn back to the screen and you continue reading.
As you continue reading my hand slowly slides up your thigh, your legs opening just a touch more as my fingers find the soft lace of your panties. Stroking gently up and down I notice the first hint of wetness seeping through and feel the first slight shudder of pleasure as I rub up and down once more. As you continue reading I see your tongue run across your lips in harmony with my fingers following the outline of your vagina. After scrolling down a second page you close the lid, look around once more, sit up and reach under your skirt to furtively slip off your panties, then leaning towards me you whisper, "Put these in your pocket please." Slouching back into the chair you open the lid and continue reading, your legs open just wide enough to invite my hand back to treat you to a gentle touch.
Your wet lips feel divine to my touch, smooth, soft and warm. Your breathing quickens as I rub your slippery juices over and around you clit. You must be getting close to the end of the story, your eyes moving quickly as your hips press against my hand, low moans coming from your lips. My fingers slip deep inside you, delighting in the soft heat of your passion squeezing in rhythm to your moans, my thumb slowly stroking your clit. A sudden thrust of your hips as you pull your hand up to your mouth to bite back your scream, your whole body shuddering as you throw your head back, eyes pressed tightly shut. I steady the laptop with my other hand. Slowly you come back, relaxing as you open your eyes and then finish the page, closing the lid on the laptop as your eyes come back to mine. This time your smile is hardly demure, such passion burning behind your gaze.
Leaning forward you whisper, "I do hope you can walk fast" I nod. "Come, let me take you back to the ,love shack...its nice and dark then," as you hand me my laptop and gather up your things. "You need to finish what you started." is all you say as you hook your arm in mine and head purposefully for the station.
"We should have coffee together more often..." is all I can think to say as I double my steps to keep up with your urgent pace.
Princess and her Knight story
To my own sweetheart... A tale of a princess and her handsome hero
Ok this is a fairy tale for adults so sit back and enjoy...
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Once apon a time, there was a beautiful Princess, called Janet. She was so fed up with everyone telling her that she was a " good princess" a " kind princess" that she should behave in a prim and proper manner. She desperately wanted to behave in a dirty and degrading way, that one day she ran a way from the palace, slipping out the back door while every one was watching the polo match,in the courtyard, and running down the hill until she found a tree to hide behind.
While she was standing there to catch her breath, it occurred to her that she stuck out like a sore thumb, in her fine silk and velvet bodice and fancy shoes so she looked for some thing to change in to. Scouring the country side a round her she spotted some clothes hanging on a washing line, so, creeping up to the side of the building she grabbed the clothes and changed hastily behind the shed.
Now luckily (or unluckily depending on your point of view) for our Princess, the clothe belong to the local whore Alice and they were her "working clothes", consisting of a red bodice and a very very short skirt, no bigger than a wide belt, but she didn't have a lot of choice so she slipped in to them. Leaving her fine clothes and shoes as a kind of payment in there place. As Janet was about to leave the safety of the garden she spotted a young farmer walking up to Alice's door, with his cap in his hand. He was calling on Alice, in a professional capacity, having saved his wages all month. Janet was shocked to see a rather large bulge in his trousers and slipped back down the side of the building to get a better view of the "transaction"
Alice opened the door wearing her second best working clothes consisting of a slightly inferior set of silk cameo knickers, and welcomed the young man, who stammered in his excitement" hhh hello my nnn name iss TTTTom" Janet and Alice both saw his Adams apple bobbing up and down in his throat. " and III am getting married next month so I was wondering if, well if you could help me, you know found out what I am supposed to do, for her as well as for me" he finished in a rush.
Alice was impressed that he was willing to learn to help his bride-to-be and said " well. Your lucky, I have a full afternoon to teach you every thing I know. Ummm well may be not everything, I have to keep some tricks up my sleeve don't I" she laughed. And held out her hand for the money, tucking it in to the small brass urn on the mantlepiece.
Turning to face Tom with a smile, Alice reached over and put her hand on his arm and led him to the furs scattered by the fire. Gesturing for him to lie down, Alice sat on the floor next to him and started to run her hands down his body. She could see the hard bump that had appeared in Toms trousers and undid the buttons and released his rigid cock in to her waiting hands. Wrapping them around and smoothing it up and down. Making Tom sigh and groan.
Janet watched all this from the woodpile by the shed, her eyes wide open in excitement and astonishment at what Alice was doing. She was especially impressed when Alice took Toms cock in to her mouth and sucked and licked it and made poor Tom scream with pleasure. Janet loved to watch it go so deep in Alice's mouth that it seem to disappear. Janet experienced strange tingling sensation when she watched Alice's face change as a look of concentration came over her. Then Tom's face seemed to screw up and he gave a shout of triumph as he came in Alice's mouth and Alice swallowed every drop then smacked her lips as if she had just eaten a delicious snack,licked her lips slowly and teasingly,and started to suck him again to keep him hard ready for the next lesson, Janet decides that at some point she just had to try it for her self.
Alice having made Toms cock hard a gain, slid her body slowly up and straddled him, slowly lowering herself on to his hard cock still glinting with some cum Alice missed, Janet watched as it again disappear in to Alice's body. Tom grabbed hold of Alice's hips and wriggled to get a better position ,then his hips and Alice's started to move in a rhythm as old as time, as Alice went down Tom pushed up. almost coming out on the down ward stroke them thundering in to her again. suddenly Tom grabbed Alice then spinned them around, letting instinct take over, so that Alice was underneath and Tom had control. He slowed things right down, moving slowly and teasing her clit with one finger. Bending over to suck one of Alice's nipples in to his mouth, nibbling gently and kissing her pink aureole, producing a shivering in Alice, and unbeknown to them in Janet to. So much so Janet cant help but put a finger down and touched her wet pussy for the first time. Finding it slick and very wet, she puts her finger back up to her mouth and inspects the moistness there and tentatively tastes it, finding it a sort of sweet musky flavour, but very much to her liking. Janet pushes her finger in again and leans back to somehow get more in, when suddenly the wood pile shifts and causes a pile of logs to come crashing down, alerting then in side to her presence. Janet looks shocked then runs down the side of the building, down the lane towards the village. When Alice and Tom come out to investigate all they find where the clothes Janet has left.
Stepping carefully along the lane towards the village (remember our princess has soft feet) she reflected on what she had just seen, finding herself to be very aroused but also extremely hungry. Walking down the centre of the village was a new experience for our newly liberated princess. Her head went from side to side as she tried to take in all the exotic sounds and smells. people stared at her for even in the cheap clothes, she was beautiful. She wondered up to a bakers that had pies cooling by the door, they smelled wonderful. Thinking to buy one but not having any money she sniffed, when the owner a grumpy, mean looking man with hardly any teeth grabbed her arm and shouted at her" thinking of stealing my food was ya" and looked Janet up and down with a wicked evil grin
" ummm maybe ill give you one of my pies if as I can have a taste of you hehehe".
This scared Janet so much she screamed and searched the gathering crowed for some one to help her. but spotted now one.
Sir Paul was on his way home from a hard day at the crusades, his feet ached and his chain mail chaffed but he was happy to be home.
He spotted a crowd of people gathered around the bakers. And wondered what was happening, being a kind hearted type he went forward to see, " excuse me come on move please, what's the fuss here" he asked in his most affirmative voice. Seeing what was happening and recognising his princess (for hadn't they played polo just last week) Paul scooped up Janet and threw some groats on the floor for the baker in payment. Carrying Janet down the road a little way and then setting her back on her feet. " my princess" he said kneeling before her "my hero" Janet replied and bent down throwing her arms around Pauls neck and kissed him with all the pent up passion of the day and heartfelt relief that she had been rescued. pushing Paul on to his back with the force of her ardour "mmuuuuump " said Paul soon giving in to the demanding thrusts of Janet's tongue as it fought to get in side his mouth. her breasts pressing up against the chain mail on Sir Paul's chest.
Janet moved her attention to Paul's neck kissing and nibbling along the edge of his white cloak and back up his chin to his hot and waiting mouth. His knees started to buckle from the passion in the kiss, he knew he should stop her. but by god it felt so good. Janet was enjoying the kiss so much she was surprised when Paul screeched in pain and grabbed hold of the front of his chain mail" what's the matter" Janet ask urgently " ummm owwwwee its my umm dick, its umm caught in the armour and it hurts" Janet put her hands to her mouth in horror, to think she had caused her hero to be in pain. then a sly grin materialised on her face" umm I think I can help you there" she giggled and kneeling down in front of Paul, used the tool kit every good Knight has on his person, undid the bolts and released his cock in to the fresh air. it sprung from his underwear like a greyhound after a rabbit and Paul breathed a sigh of relief that the pain was over. Janet gaped at the sight of his huge rigid tattood cock, just inches away from her face. Images of Toms cock being devoured by Alice invaded her mind, regardless of the consequences she had to have it. To taste it. Licking her lips at the thought she leaned in towards it. Mesmerised by the sight.
Just as he was about to put his cloak over him to save his modesty Janet bent forward at the waist and slipped her hot mouth over his hard rigid shaft. The first taste of man excited her and she wanted more. She didn't even think as she deep throated him just like Alice had done to Tom that morning. bobbing her head up and down, swirling her tongue around the gland. Licking his cock up to the top then down to his balls. Gently taking each ball in to her mouth and playing her tongue around them. Totally unaware of what was around them, thinking only of giving and taking this pleasure from each other. Increasing the pressure and slowly moving her mouth further up his tool until she could take it in her mouth again.
Deep in her throat Sir Paul swelled to his largest yet and almost choked Janet, she reluctantly took his cock out of her mouth for a breather. she poked her tongue in to the little hole and gathered up all the pre cum that had collected there and carefully transferred it to her mouth, leaving a light ribbon of cum attracted between them. Janet settled in to her task now and sucked and licked, and swirled and slurped. Until she felt his balls tighten up and Paul started to pant and groan " ohh god princess I am cumming what do I do" all Janet could say was "mnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnmmmmmmm" Sir Paul couldn't stop and shot gallons of cum in to Janets mouth she swallowed it with out thinking, really enjoying the taste of it and Paul's hand on her head made her feel so good herself.
By now a crowd had gathered, and Janet and Paul suddenly realised they were being watched and that they had been cheering him on to cum. Someone shouted " see she swallowed that's 5 groats you owe me" Sir Paul saw Janet blush bright red. stood up and throwing his cloak around her, took her even further into the village and to his humble house where they would be safe for now. At least until he had his thoughts under control...
to be continued...
Ok this is a fairy tale for adults so sit back and enjoy...
* * * * *
Once apon a time, there was a beautiful Princess, called Janet. She was so fed up with everyone telling her that she was a " good princess" a " kind princess" that she should behave in a prim and proper manner. She desperately wanted to behave in a dirty and degrading way, that one day she ran a way from the palace, slipping out the back door while every one was watching the polo match,in the courtyard, and running down the hill until she found a tree to hide behind.
While she was standing there to catch her breath, it occurred to her that she stuck out like a sore thumb, in her fine silk and velvet bodice and fancy shoes so she looked for some thing to change in to. Scouring the country side a round her she spotted some clothes hanging on a washing line, so, creeping up to the side of the building she grabbed the clothes and changed hastily behind the shed.
Now luckily (or unluckily depending on your point of view) for our Princess, the clothe belong to the local whore Alice and they were her "working clothes", consisting of a red bodice and a very very short skirt, no bigger than a wide belt, but she didn't have a lot of choice so she slipped in to them. Leaving her fine clothes and shoes as a kind of payment in there place. As Janet was about to leave the safety of the garden she spotted a young farmer walking up to Alice's door, with his cap in his hand. He was calling on Alice, in a professional capacity, having saved his wages all month. Janet was shocked to see a rather large bulge in his trousers and slipped back down the side of the building to get a better view of the "transaction"
Alice opened the door wearing her second best working clothes consisting of a slightly inferior set of silk cameo knickers, and welcomed the young man, who stammered in his excitement" hhh hello my nnn name iss TTTTom" Janet and Alice both saw his Adams apple bobbing up and down in his throat. " and III am getting married next month so I was wondering if, well if you could help me, you know found out what I am supposed to do, for her as well as for me" he finished in a rush.
Alice was impressed that he was willing to learn to help his bride-to-be and said " well. Your lucky, I have a full afternoon to teach you every thing I know. Ummm well may be not everything, I have to keep some tricks up my sleeve don't I" she laughed. And held out her hand for the money, tucking it in to the small brass urn on the mantlepiece.
Turning to face Tom with a smile, Alice reached over and put her hand on his arm and led him to the furs scattered by the fire. Gesturing for him to lie down, Alice sat on the floor next to him and started to run her hands down his body. She could see the hard bump that had appeared in Toms trousers and undid the buttons and released his rigid cock in to her waiting hands. Wrapping them around and smoothing it up and down. Making Tom sigh and groan.
Janet watched all this from the woodpile by the shed, her eyes wide open in excitement and astonishment at what Alice was doing. She was especially impressed when Alice took Toms cock in to her mouth and sucked and licked it and made poor Tom scream with pleasure. Janet loved to watch it go so deep in Alice's mouth that it seem to disappear. Janet experienced strange tingling sensation when she watched Alice's face change as a look of concentration came over her. Then Tom's face seemed to screw up and he gave a shout of triumph as he came in Alice's mouth and Alice swallowed every drop then smacked her lips as if she had just eaten a delicious snack,licked her lips slowly and teasingly,and started to suck him again to keep him hard ready for the next lesson, Janet decides that at some point she just had to try it for her self.
Alice having made Toms cock hard a gain, slid her body slowly up and straddled him, slowly lowering herself on to his hard cock still glinting with some cum Alice missed, Janet watched as it again disappear in to Alice's body. Tom grabbed hold of Alice's hips and wriggled to get a better position ,then his hips and Alice's started to move in a rhythm as old as time, as Alice went down Tom pushed up. almost coming out on the down ward stroke them thundering in to her again. suddenly Tom grabbed Alice then spinned them around, letting instinct take over, so that Alice was underneath and Tom had control. He slowed things right down, moving slowly and teasing her clit with one finger. Bending over to suck one of Alice's nipples in to his mouth, nibbling gently and kissing her pink aureole, producing a shivering in Alice, and unbeknown to them in Janet to. So much so Janet cant help but put a finger down and touched her wet pussy for the first time. Finding it slick and very wet, she puts her finger back up to her mouth and inspects the moistness there and tentatively tastes it, finding it a sort of sweet musky flavour, but very much to her liking. Janet pushes her finger in again and leans back to somehow get more in, when suddenly the wood pile shifts and causes a pile of logs to come crashing down, alerting then in side to her presence. Janet looks shocked then runs down the side of the building, down the lane towards the village. When Alice and Tom come out to investigate all they find where the clothes Janet has left.
Stepping carefully along the lane towards the village (remember our princess has soft feet) she reflected on what she had just seen, finding herself to be very aroused but also extremely hungry. Walking down the centre of the village was a new experience for our newly liberated princess. Her head went from side to side as she tried to take in all the exotic sounds and smells. people stared at her for even in the cheap clothes, she was beautiful. She wondered up to a bakers that had pies cooling by the door, they smelled wonderful. Thinking to buy one but not having any money she sniffed, when the owner a grumpy, mean looking man with hardly any teeth grabbed her arm and shouted at her" thinking of stealing my food was ya" and looked Janet up and down with a wicked evil grin
" ummm maybe ill give you one of my pies if as I can have a taste of you hehehe".
This scared Janet so much she screamed and searched the gathering crowed for some one to help her. but spotted now one.
Sir Paul was on his way home from a hard day at the crusades, his feet ached and his chain mail chaffed but he was happy to be home.
He spotted a crowd of people gathered around the bakers. And wondered what was happening, being a kind hearted type he went forward to see, " excuse me come on move please, what's the fuss here" he asked in his most affirmative voice. Seeing what was happening and recognising his princess (for hadn't they played polo just last week) Paul scooped up Janet and threw some groats on the floor for the baker in payment. Carrying Janet down the road a little way and then setting her back on her feet. " my princess" he said kneeling before her "my hero" Janet replied and bent down throwing her arms around Pauls neck and kissed him with all the pent up passion of the day and heartfelt relief that she had been rescued. pushing Paul on to his back with the force of her ardour "mmuuuuump " said Paul soon giving in to the demanding thrusts of Janet's tongue as it fought to get in side his mouth. her breasts pressing up against the chain mail on Sir Paul's chest.
Janet moved her attention to Paul's neck kissing and nibbling along the edge of his white cloak and back up his chin to his hot and waiting mouth. His knees started to buckle from the passion in the kiss, he knew he should stop her. but by god it felt so good. Janet was enjoying the kiss so much she was surprised when Paul screeched in pain and grabbed hold of the front of his chain mail" what's the matter" Janet ask urgently " ummm owwwwee its my umm dick, its umm caught in the armour and it hurts" Janet put her hands to her mouth in horror, to think she had caused her hero to be in pain. then a sly grin materialised on her face" umm I think I can help you there" she giggled and kneeling down in front of Paul, used the tool kit every good Knight has on his person, undid the bolts and released his cock in to the fresh air. it sprung from his underwear like a greyhound after a rabbit and Paul breathed a sigh of relief that the pain was over. Janet gaped at the sight of his huge rigid tattood cock, just inches away from her face. Images of Toms cock being devoured by Alice invaded her mind, regardless of the consequences she had to have it. To taste it. Licking her lips at the thought she leaned in towards it. Mesmerised by the sight.
Just as he was about to put his cloak over him to save his modesty Janet bent forward at the waist and slipped her hot mouth over his hard rigid shaft. The first taste of man excited her and she wanted more. She didn't even think as she deep throated him just like Alice had done to Tom that morning. bobbing her head up and down, swirling her tongue around the gland. Licking his cock up to the top then down to his balls. Gently taking each ball in to her mouth and playing her tongue around them. Totally unaware of what was around them, thinking only of giving and taking this pleasure from each other. Increasing the pressure and slowly moving her mouth further up his tool until she could take it in her mouth again.
Deep in her throat Sir Paul swelled to his largest yet and almost choked Janet, she reluctantly took his cock out of her mouth for a breather. she poked her tongue in to the little hole and gathered up all the pre cum that had collected there and carefully transferred it to her mouth, leaving a light ribbon of cum attracted between them. Janet settled in to her task now and sucked and licked, and swirled and slurped. Until she felt his balls tighten up and Paul started to pant and groan " ohh god princess I am cumming what do I do" all Janet could say was "mnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnmmmmmmm" Sir Paul couldn't stop and shot gallons of cum in to Janets mouth she swallowed it with out thinking, really enjoying the taste of it and Paul's hand on her head made her feel so good herself.
By now a crowd had gathered, and Janet and Paul suddenly realised they were being watched and that they had been cheering him on to cum. Someone shouted " see she swallowed that's 5 groats you owe me" Sir Paul saw Janet blush bright red. stood up and throwing his cloak around her, took her even further into the village and to his humble house where they would be safe for now. At least until he had his thoughts under control...
to be continued...
Visit story
Hello I was just passing and thought I would call in to see you,hope you don't mind.
You look really nice today,so pretty,don't argue I mean it.Yes thank you I would love a cup of tea,.....
I follow you to the kitchen admiring your shape as I go.wow you look really good,my heart starts to beat faster and a stirring becomes apparant in my trousers.
You turn around with the tea and beckon me to take a seat,I sit and admire your beauty,all the time getting uncomfortable as my bulge gets more pronounced.
You must notice it,you ask if I would mind reaching for something from your cupboard,I dare not be rude and say no...what the hell.
A smile of knowing creeps across your face and you also start with urges,feeling a damp patch starting to moisten your pants soon becoming more apparant.you excuse yourself a minute and dash to the loo to take off your pants and notice how pronounced your button is becoming ,clearly visible with no hair to hide it it looks so much bigger ,when you touch it is like an electric shock of lust over whealming your sense of decency.
You know you want me,after rubbing it hard for a few minutes you make your way pantie less to the kitchen.
I am stood there waiting,a huge bulge visible,I grab you and pull you close,you feel my hardness pressing against your tummy,you need me so very bad you ache.
My arms are around you and my hands caress you as much as I can touch at once,feeling you all over.
We are wanton,aching,sweating,I take you up into my arms and cradle you as I lift your dress up past your waist at the same time you wrap your legs around my waist.
My trousers are now at my ankles and we are coupled in deep penetration you feel it expanding your vagina,hot,wet,throbbing fit to burst.
I cradle you locked together,carry you to the table and lay you down upon it,climb gently on top of you glaring seductively into your eyes.You glaring back afraid to blink,to miss such a moment,you feel my rigid manliness penetrating and stretching you so.
You wiggle around,you enjoy,you need more,suddenly you are hit by this tidal wave of red hot lust,it engulfs you, vision blared,breathing burning your chest,bang another and another,OH GOD what is happening wave after wave fills you, leaking everywhere you cant contain it all.
You need to grip onto my shoulders as you try to wrestle control of your senses.but you cant,you yell out.....such a relief,where have I been all your life.
Another wave hits you,your muscles contract again I feel it and bang...I start to pump,filling you up.
You feel my throbbing hot ejaculation filling you.it is too much and you explode yet again.
We lay together locked in sweaty passion,the tear of relief runs down your cheek.I kiss it up then kiss your lips tenderly....thank you my angel,,,you are superb woman.....
You look really nice today,so pretty,don't argue I mean it.Yes thank you I would love a cup of tea,.....
I follow you to the kitchen admiring your shape as I go.wow you look really good,my heart starts to beat faster and a stirring becomes apparant in my trousers.
You turn around with the tea and beckon me to take a seat,I sit and admire your beauty,all the time getting uncomfortable as my bulge gets more pronounced.
You must notice it,you ask if I would mind reaching for something from your cupboard,I dare not be rude and say no...what the hell.
A smile of knowing creeps across your face and you also start with urges,feeling a damp patch starting to moisten your pants soon becoming more apparant.you excuse yourself a minute and dash to the loo to take off your pants and notice how pronounced your button is becoming ,clearly visible with no hair to hide it it looks so much bigger ,when you touch it is like an electric shock of lust over whealming your sense of decency.
You know you want me,after rubbing it hard for a few minutes you make your way pantie less to the kitchen.
I am stood there waiting,a huge bulge visible,I grab you and pull you close,you feel my hardness pressing against your tummy,you need me so very bad you ache.
My arms are around you and my hands caress you as much as I can touch at once,feeling you all over.
We are wanton,aching,sweating,I take you up into my arms and cradle you as I lift your dress up past your waist at the same time you wrap your legs around my waist.
My trousers are now at my ankles and we are coupled in deep penetration you feel it expanding your vagina,hot,wet,throbbing fit to burst.
I cradle you locked together,carry you to the table and lay you down upon it,climb gently on top of you glaring seductively into your eyes.You glaring back afraid to blink,to miss such a moment,you feel my rigid manliness penetrating and stretching you so.
You wiggle around,you enjoy,you need more,suddenly you are hit by this tidal wave of red hot lust,it engulfs you, vision blared,breathing burning your chest,bang another and another,OH GOD what is happening wave after wave fills you, leaking everywhere you cant contain it all.
You need to grip onto my shoulders as you try to wrestle control of your senses.but you cant,you yell out.....such a relief,where have I been all your life.
Another wave hits you,your muscles contract again I feel it and bang...I start to pump,filling you up.
You feel my throbbing hot ejaculation filling you.it is too much and you explode yet again.
We lay together locked in sweaty passion,the tear of relief runs down your cheek.I kiss it up then kiss your lips tenderly....thank you my angel,,,you are superb woman.....
Shopping fun story
Shopping Fun
I know how much my naughty messages turn you on; they turn me on, too. I love knowing that just reading little pieces of my fantasies can make you hard. I have another- I hope you like it.
In this fantasy, we have gone shopping for clothes. I would love for us to go shopping together, so you can pick what you would like me to wear. I've never let a man do that with me before, and I like knowing you will be the first to have that piece of control over me. You have been, and continue to be, my first for so many things- I'm so glad it's you.
After picking the clothes you like for me, you suggest, with a wicked grin, that you sneak into the dressing room with me. You know that I'm shy, and afraid of embarrassing situations. At first I laugh, thinking that it's a joke, but the gleam in your eye tells me you are quite serious. I hesitate only a moment. I want to obey you, to please you, even though I am a little worried about someone finding us out.
You quickly look around and, seeing no one, follow behind me into the dressing room at the end of the row; it's a fairly large dressing room, with a chair in the corner and full-length mirrors on each of the three walls. You lock the door behind you and smile at me. I laugh, and you remind me to be quiet.
You sit on the chair, and I stand in front of you, uncertain. You sense my hesitation and my nervousness. I can't be sure, but I think you delight a bit in my discomfort. You tell me to undress in a quiet voice that only I can hear. Slowly, I unbutton my shirt; I have undressed for you before, but something seems different now, almost as if I am being tested. I slip the shirt off my shoulders and it falls to the floor. I kick off my shoes and unzip my jeans, letting them fall away from me. I unclasp my bra, looking at you for some kind of reaction. You continue to watch me, a hint of a smile on your face. When I step out of my panties, you call me your good girl; hearing those words, as it always does, sends a small thrill through my body.
You tell me to get on my knees and suck your cock. I step toward you, smiling. You know how much I love to obey this particular command, and I know that you have asked me to do this for me as much as for you. I kneel between your legs and unbuckle your belt. Very slowly I unzip your jeans, delighted to see that you are naked underneath. Your erection seems to be waiting for me, and I pull it free of your jeans. Your breath catches as I lean over and lick the tip. I realize that you can look down and see me, but you can also look in the mirrors and watch me as I suck you. It seems odd that there are three of me reflected back. I've never been much for seeing myself in the mirror, but seeing us together like this adds to my arousal.
You comb your fingers into my hair, caressing my scalp, as you guide my mouth down your cock. My tongue plays along your shaft as I bring you completely into my mouth. Your hands in my hair set the rhythm as I slide up and down. I hear voices outside the dressing room, and my movement stills. You tug lightly on my hair, reminding me of my task. Even though I am nervous about being caught in such a position, I am glad to be where I am. I love the way you feel in my mouth and the way your skin tastes. I love knowing that I am pleasing you. My clit throbs, wanting its own attentions, as my mouth rides your cock.
Abruptly you tell me to stop; I do, looking up at you in surprise. You smile and tell me to sit on your lap and straddle you. I smile back until I remember where we are. I've never had sex in any kind of public setting before. Looking at you, seeing the patience and love in your eyes, I can't help but obey you. I climb onto your lap, positioning myself so that my pussy is just above your cock. I wrap my arms around your neck for balance. When you nod your head in encouragement, I lower onto your cock. My pussy, wet from my arousal, opens around you, and I bring you completely into me. The texture of your jeans against my skin reminds me of my vulnerability, but it no longer bothers me. The feeling of you inside me, your cock held so tightly within me, is enough to distract me from my sensibilities. You watch me, and I meet your eyes and smile; our eyes lock together as I slowly rock myself on your cock. Our faces are so close together that our noses almost touch, but neither of us closes the gap, not even for a kiss. Neither of us is willing to break the mood, to lose the power of this moment. We can't look away from each other's eyes, not even to watch ourselves in the mirrors.
My orgasm takes me by surprise. I try to keep myself quiet as my pussy grips even tighter around you, my legs trembling and barely able to hold me. I feel your arms tighten around me, supporting me as I ride the waves of my climax. A moan escapes me, and you lean down and kiss me to muffle the sound. Your hips buck beneath me, and I feel the throb of your cock inside me as you come. You continue to kiss me and then you hold me tight against you, whispering to me that I'm your good girl.
Finally, you tell me to stand up and dress. I realize that I never even tried on the clothes you picked. You smile and tell me we should just buy them; I can tell you're anxious to get home, and I know you're not through with me for the day. I shiver in anticipation. After I dress and you zip back up, we leave the dressing room and you whisper in my ear that you want to take me shopping more often. I can't wait!
I hope you liked this fantasy; I love to know I turn you on, even though we're so far apart. Of course, I'll like it even better when we're together!
I know how much my naughty messages turn you on; they turn me on, too. I love knowing that just reading little pieces of my fantasies can make you hard. I have another- I hope you like it.
In this fantasy, we have gone shopping for clothes. I would love for us to go shopping together, so you can pick what you would like me to wear. I've never let a man do that with me before, and I like knowing you will be the first to have that piece of control over me. You have been, and continue to be, my first for so many things- I'm so glad it's you.
After picking the clothes you like for me, you suggest, with a wicked grin, that you sneak into the dressing room with me. You know that I'm shy, and afraid of embarrassing situations. At first I laugh, thinking that it's a joke, but the gleam in your eye tells me you are quite serious. I hesitate only a moment. I want to obey you, to please you, even though I am a little worried about someone finding us out.
You quickly look around and, seeing no one, follow behind me into the dressing room at the end of the row; it's a fairly large dressing room, with a chair in the corner and full-length mirrors on each of the three walls. You lock the door behind you and smile at me. I laugh, and you remind me to be quiet.
You sit on the chair, and I stand in front of you, uncertain. You sense my hesitation and my nervousness. I can't be sure, but I think you delight a bit in my discomfort. You tell me to undress in a quiet voice that only I can hear. Slowly, I unbutton my shirt; I have undressed for you before, but something seems different now, almost as if I am being tested. I slip the shirt off my shoulders and it falls to the floor. I kick off my shoes and unzip my jeans, letting them fall away from me. I unclasp my bra, looking at you for some kind of reaction. You continue to watch me, a hint of a smile on your face. When I step out of my panties, you call me your good girl; hearing those words, as it always does, sends a small thrill through my body.
You tell me to get on my knees and suck your cock. I step toward you, smiling. You know how much I love to obey this particular command, and I know that you have asked me to do this for me as much as for you. I kneel between your legs and unbuckle your belt. Very slowly I unzip your jeans, delighted to see that you are naked underneath. Your erection seems to be waiting for me, and I pull it free of your jeans. Your breath catches as I lean over and lick the tip. I realize that you can look down and see me, but you can also look in the mirrors and watch me as I suck you. It seems odd that there are three of me reflected back. I've never been much for seeing myself in the mirror, but seeing us together like this adds to my arousal.
You comb your fingers into my hair, caressing my scalp, as you guide my mouth down your cock. My tongue plays along your shaft as I bring you completely into my mouth. Your hands in my hair set the rhythm as I slide up and down. I hear voices outside the dressing room, and my movement stills. You tug lightly on my hair, reminding me of my task. Even though I am nervous about being caught in such a position, I am glad to be where I am. I love the way you feel in my mouth and the way your skin tastes. I love knowing that I am pleasing you. My clit throbs, wanting its own attentions, as my mouth rides your cock.
Abruptly you tell me to stop; I do, looking up at you in surprise. You smile and tell me to sit on your lap and straddle you. I smile back until I remember where we are. I've never had sex in any kind of public setting before. Looking at you, seeing the patience and love in your eyes, I can't help but obey you. I climb onto your lap, positioning myself so that my pussy is just above your cock. I wrap my arms around your neck for balance. When you nod your head in encouragement, I lower onto your cock. My pussy, wet from my arousal, opens around you, and I bring you completely into me. The texture of your jeans against my skin reminds me of my vulnerability, but it no longer bothers me. The feeling of you inside me, your cock held so tightly within me, is enough to distract me from my sensibilities. You watch me, and I meet your eyes and smile; our eyes lock together as I slowly rock myself on your cock. Our faces are so close together that our noses almost touch, but neither of us closes the gap, not even for a kiss. Neither of us is willing to break the mood, to lose the power of this moment. We can't look away from each other's eyes, not even to watch ourselves in the mirrors.
My orgasm takes me by surprise. I try to keep myself quiet as my pussy grips even tighter around you, my legs trembling and barely able to hold me. I feel your arms tighten around me, supporting me as I ride the waves of my climax. A moan escapes me, and you lean down and kiss me to muffle the sound. Your hips buck beneath me, and I feel the throb of your cock inside me as you come. You continue to kiss me and then you hold me tight against you, whispering to me that I'm your good girl.
Finally, you tell me to stand up and dress. I realize that I never even tried on the clothes you picked. You smile and tell me we should just buy them; I can tell you're anxious to get home, and I know you're not through with me for the day. I shiver in anticipation. After I dress and you zip back up, we leave the dressing room and you whisper in my ear that you want to take me shopping more often. I can't wait!
I hope you liked this fantasy; I love to know I turn you on, even though we're so far apart. Of course, I'll like it even better when we're together!
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