Showing posts with label hot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hot. Show all posts

Sunday, 29 June 2008

Black Thunder

I'd like to introduce you all to my brand new motorbike. She's aptly named 'Black Thunder.'
She's a Yamaha FJR 1300. Her number plate is DXO8OOF. I
haven't actually got her yet, I collect her on July 12th, and I can't wait to show her the roads, sit astride her magnificent body and feel the vibrations between my thighs!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm almost sure we'll have many many years of fun, I shall take great care of her, show her the ropes, so to speak... and pick up some pillion passengers along the way... for sure. Just think.... hot women clad in 'black leather' from head to toe, holding onto me around my waist, fearless of nothing......'oh boy' YES we're going have alot of 'wicked' fun!!!!!!! So what do you reckon to my new toy? beats any hand held rabbit vibrator..in my eyes anyway... this has class, this has style, she goes so fucking fast, I'm bound to smile!!

Sunday, 18 May 2008

One Hot Second

You and I had a late night. I was due at half seven, but arrived at eight. You wore my favourite perfume, my senses dancing with euphoria every whiff I got. I drove, we chatted, where to go? Try some where different? sure. Another village another country pub, busy chatter every where, bright surroundings. You sat next to me, I turned my head to see you, you smiled at me. A swift half of this I had the same, next to be fruit juice, I was driving, remember? Next place nearer town, new owners. Very nice decor, soft sumptuous leather sofas, decorative guitars hung, tempted to pluck... resisted. We sat next to each other and reminisced, your face broad with smiles of events gone, I slightly embarrassed over one in particular, but if you'd known me as you do now, but then, back there, the situation would have resolved itself, still smile about it though, but we moved on, for better, and you were getting slightly worse.. too much wine. Lively conversations, our body's getting comfortable and warm against the leather sofas, me not wanting to move. I yawn, then you. We leave and I take you home, every one's gone to bed. The house lay in darkness and cold, the heating having switched off. I shiver as we enter the front door, your key clicking in the lock. You put the kettle on, I'm on tea now, driving remember. You get the brandy out and pour a large amount into a cut glass. We sit talking, I can tell you're very relaxed now, I smile at you, you return the gesture. I hug the mug of tea, I'm tired and now cold. You light the gas fire, soon the room is filled with colour. We tuned the computer on, our smiles turned to loud chatter. We scanned certain web sites, voyeurism with intent on finding some thing saucy! A poem I'd written on my blogg. The brandy's working well, you start to get slurd with your speech. All I need to is turn to you and.... but I resist. I've recently finished a story, you lean further toward the screen, trouble focusing, you start to read it. I smile and sit back in the chair, my hands rest peacefully in my lap, I smile at you but you're lost in the words, I smile anyway. You're wearing a white low cut top, each moment I win, and you're not looking in my direction-I steal a gaze of your cleavage. My eyes easy, my expression calm. You giggled at the story, my loins become awaken, I'm feeling moist, I want you but I bide my time, not yet my friend, not yet. This moment holds very close a life long friendship and an intoxication of hidden passion. I want you and the time is now, but again I resist. My pussie tingles, I rub my legs together, sensations slide down my thighs, I wriggle, make some excuse to use the bathroom. I return and the brandy's almost gone, my god slow down I thought, she'll pass out before I get any further at this rate, I smiled at you. I turned to look at the kitchen clock..'hey you got work in the morning'...'yeah, but who cares' came your reply, not a care in the world. You moved closer to me, resting your hand on my thigh, I sat back so you could see the screen, straining to focus. I suggested I read the poem of the year to you, raw sex in every sense, lost love, the hurt left behind. You'd see it before and made a comment about how I'd suffered and still was, I brushed it aside, yes it did hurt, but I've moved on. Your sumptuous right breast, soft pink flesh oozing out of your white bra, my gaze now fixed in one direction, yours! I ran my finger down the length of your top, stroking your skin, 'hey you're leaking.' I didn't hear what you said, I was in heaven, momentarily. 'Yeah' ... I lost all train of thought. I picked my coat up and suggested you went to bed, I need mine too. You followed me to the front door, the smell of the midnight air hit my nostrils, a shiver ran down my spine. 'Click' the central locking open, climbing into my car, you swaying in time to the music. Female vocals purrfect for the kind of moment that was too follow. I asked you for a good night kiss. You leaned forward and with soft parted lips offered yourself to me. For one brief minute that felt like a life time, we shared a kiss, a soft sensuous perfect in every way....kiss. I wanted to pull you in, into the car, embrace you, pull you further into my world. At last my evening was complete. A short sweet kiss is some times all it takes, some times that's all it needs. I was happy, I was content.

Monday, 12 May 2008

Running for Life

Saturday May 10th. We've trained and trained to get this far. All our hard work done, now is the time to put it to the test. As we made our way to the main field, the sight of all these women, from very young through to older ones, wearing various outfits of fancy dress, was a picture. The local radio station blasts out music to jeer the crowds on. Ice cream vans scatter the edge of the field, queues of desperately hot and hungry crowds battle for the burger vans. Portable toilets for the last minute nerves.. of which there was alot. The atmosphere was amazing. So many people running or walking to raise much needed cash for cancer research, promising us that together we can find a cure! I hope one day soon we do find a cure for this horrible disease. We arrive in time for a warm up, and on the stage are four young men/lads with pom poms , wearing black t-shirts and shorts-shouting words to a song, I don't know if they realise just how funny they look but it is after all for a good cause.They made us laugh. We stand together in strength, our running numbers on the front of our t-shirts. The reason for our just cause on the back of our t-shirts, mine said in bold silver writing... 'For my best friend.. Anita.' Every one had some one close who'd either died of cancer or had the disease and recovered from it. I was running for my best friend that day and I'm pretty sure she was with me. I kissed her photo before I left the house and told her to look out for me, I had a strong feeling she was listening that day. The time was ticking on, and every one was getting ready to run. The elite athletes were at the front of the starting line. I wanted to join them, but I knew in my heart of hearts that I wasn't ready to sprint, not in this heat anyway. I forgot to wear my peak cap, my head taking the brunt of the sunshine. What a gorgeous day for a 'fun' run. I can't remember the last time I sweat so much! The crowds gathered at the start line and the crowd counted down from ten to 1 and start, the gun went off, and the race had begun. The atmosphere was electric. We started off slowly, the grass below was green and lush. The route had changed since I had done it in previous years, with a few added steep hills to get up, which we took in our stride. The scenery was breath taking, and the route strewn with clapping on lookers beckoning us to do well. We ran with all that we had to give. I had time to read some of the reasons for running, on the shirts of the athletes in front of me, one was for two people who had died of it, some body's relative and herself who had survived the illness and recovered enough to actually take part herself, which I thought was goal in itself... truly wonderful. I was by this time starting to get slightly emotional. The sweat was running of my face, the sting of salt seeping into my skin and the burn in my calf muscles as we staggered up the hill. As we neared the finish line, Marshall's with fluorescent waist coats shouted us on even more, praising us for doing so well. With the crowds clapping and shouting. the last descent down the grassy bank was ever closer to the finish line. When I could see the finish line in view I mustered up all my energy and made a final sprint. Stitch in my lungs and cramps in my thighs I gave it all I got. And even now as I type it up, I can feel tears welling in my eyes. It was a very HOT sunny day, not ideal weather for running, but I'd have done it if it was deep in snow! Nothing would've stopped me from taking part. I nearly collapsed as I ran over the finish, relieved to have done, extremely proud to have had the opportunity to take part and help raise much needed monies. My friend did extremely well to have kept up with me, as my legs are slightly longer! Every one who took part has my admiration.. From those that organised it to those who completed it.. A day to remember.

Saturday, 15 March 2008

Hot and wet

The shower was hot and welcoming after my muddy antics around the cross country course. Several weeks earlier I'd joined a local running team to try and increase my ability as a novice. The day of the race had arrived and I was nervous and couldn't stop going to the toilet. The voice on the loud hailer demanding everyone to get to the starting post immediately. As I ran out of the ladies I bumped into another woman who held onto my arm to steady herself as we collided.. she smiled at me in a way I've never felt before, the heat lighting up my face, I felt my face go bright red. Trying to hide my embarrassment I just smiled back at her. The weather was cold and my nipples showed this by sticking out like chapel hat pegs through my white T-shirt, rubbing on the stiff cotton fabric, I folded my arms to try and hide my predicament. Shivering but still smiling to myself, I couldn't get this woman's face out of my mind. I took one last look round as the starter gun went off so loud, I stumbled. The first lap of this muddy field eventually took us into and through a Forrest. I found the terrain very different from the hard tarmac I'd been used to training on. I had forgotten how cold it was and the sore sensation of my now limp nipples. My attempt to catch up with the front runners was beginning to fade, but I was happy that I had been accepted into the race, one of many I hope. Suddenly the ground fell away from me, my foot slipping, with a loud crack I felt my ankle snap. I screamed so loud. I fell down a ditch, snagging my shirt on a branch as I rolled down this ravine.. the pain was excruciating. I eventually came to a sudden stop, the light went out. I came round but I have no idea how long I was unconscious, my ankle still throbbin, blood trickled and now dried on my left arm, from a deep gash. I had no idea how long I'd been lying there, and then it dawned on me how the hell was I going to get back! I tried to move but I couldn't. I tried shouting for help but I was alone. It was starting to get dusk, and with no way of lighting a fire or keeping warm I started to cry. I snuggled down into the undergrowth pulling the remains of my shirt over my arms, doing my best to think positively. I closed my eyes and relived that brief moment earlier in the changing rooms, the look on that woman's face as we crashed into each other...
The more I thought about it, the more I started to feel warm but the warmth was coming from the fire between my legs. I moved my right hand, shuffled my bum forward so I could get a better angle, sliding my cold fingers down to my now wet and tingling clit ...'Mmmm' the sensation of my cold finger touching my little bud of paradise. A shudder ran down my spine as I fought off a yawn. I soon forgot about staying out in the cold. My nipples sprang to attention, yanking my ripped shirt up forcing my sports bra to one side I pinched my right tit until it became so intense I wanted to scream. Looking around, realising no one would hear me, I rubbed my clit harder and faster, my legs beginning to thrash about as the orgasm surged through my body ... 'Oh my .... god' 'Arggghhhhhhhhh.... 'yes' 'yes' 'yes'... rubbing faster, biting my bottom lip, this tidal wave of rapture tearing through my veins.... my pussy soaking wet, cold air shudders my exposed flesh, goose bumps ignite my body. Pulling my fingers from my dripping cunt, I bring them to my nose, smell my scent, taste my juices, imagine me with that woman, what she'd taste like. 'Hello' ... I could hear a voice in the distance, a car engine. 'Anyone there?' I straightened myself the best I could, wiped my hand on the grass, pulled my shorts up, tucking my breasts back into the folds of the fabric .... ' Help ' I shouted ...'I'm down here.' Suddenly as of like out of now where the woman of my dreams came running sideways down the hill towards me with a big smile on her face, and mine was one of relief that I'd been found and would soon be warm again. The journey back to the club house was slow and very bumpy. My ankle had now swelled to the size of a football. All I could think about was getting out of these dirty wet clothes and into a hot shower.
After the doctor had checked my foot, thankfully nothing broken, he strapped it up with a broad bandage. I was advised to rest for two weeks and no more running! My dream had fallen down. My recovery was a speedy one and me not being of sound mind, took it upon myself to totally ignore the doctors advice. Once I'd got the swelling down, I was soon out treading the roads building up my stamina. One fine sunny day I decided to take a run through the very Forrest where I had fallen. This time I was ready for the terrain. Soon I was up to speed, the sun in my eyes with the birds in the sky above. I couldn't believe my eyes but in the distance was a woman running towards me. As I got closer to her I suddenly realised who she was..'hello' she shouted.
'Hi' a bloody great cheesy grin on my face and that warm fuzzy feeling between my legs.
She told me she'd watched my every move the day of the race, and when she realised that I hadn't finished, then she knew I'd either got lost or had an accident. If she only know the whole story. That day will stick with me forever...
The shower was hot and welcoming after our run. We had the changing rooms to ourselves... but that's another story!