Complete Surrender

I took you in my arms and gently placed a kiss upon your mouth-you tasted so sweet. Your lips parted, the taste of your tongue...filled me with emotions, beyond compare. The night was calm but in my heart, butterfly's fluttered. My hands trembled with the knowing that tonight was the night I'd waited so long for; the night I would give myself to you. I took you by the hand and led you into the bedroom, the door appeared to close by itself. Our hands explored each others hot body's. My mouth found your mouth, so sweetly, but yet so quickly did we undress each other, eager to please you, not wanting to disappoint you. Needing ... wanting to give you my ever thing. Calmly I unbuttoned your blouse, sliding my hands down the smooth flesh of your shoulders, you let out a quiet moan, throwing your head back in submission... following the fabric of your bra I fumble to release the fasteners, once more pulling so slowly past these erect temples of tight pink flesh before me, lowering my mouth, I take each one in turn , lick then devour into my lips, you let a loud moan of pleasure; your lips parted, your breathing becoming laboured. I take a brake from sucking your nipples, pulling myself back to your kiss. Our tongues darting in and out, nibbling both upper and lower lips, biting. My hands slide down to your jeans, fumbling with the zip, your hands beat me to it, it's sliding down before I get to it, one yank and I'm down to your thong...'Mmmmm'... black lace with the scent of a woman ready to submit her soul to me. I lay you down on the bed, the feel of fresh cold cotton sheets, fused with the heat of passion, I shudder, goose bumps covering my skin like a sheet of ice. My nipples spring to attention, the attention of your teeth. I crawl over you hovering like a vampire with it's pray. With my right knee I push your legs apart, lowering myself to you-nipples on nipples, flesh on flesh. The smell of your pussie infuses my senses giving me an appetite. Tracing the out line of your thong, sliding my hand down the inside of your thigh to your knee and back again, kissing every inch along the way. You lie their motionless lapping up all that I give you, all that I am, all that I think I'm falling in love with you. I can smell the moistness of your pussie, I inhale, flick the tip of my tongue over the fabric then bite into the black lace, you let out a loud moan, I wait, look up into your eyes, you smile back at me, I continue to tease you. Reaching to grasp the pink buds of naughtiness erect and wanting attention, rolling them between thumb and fore finger, softly then with more pressure; you scream. I smile wickedly under the covers. Placing one finger upon the black lace, waiting, ... waiting................... waiting. Your breathing is gettin heavier, as my finger delves into the depths of no return. Totally shaven, smooth and free. I trace the put line of your lips. inhale the sweet scent of your hot hole, reaching closer and with my pointed tongue lick the out line of your juicy flesh. Pulling away, you toss and turn, trying to fight the eruption that is taking part inside of you. Taking two fingers into my mouth, lubricating them, slowly gliding them into your pussie, I kiss your labia, part your lips and push my tongue all the way in. The pace quickens in and out, licking and flicking, licking and flicking my tongue upon your genitals. You rock your body in time with mine, you orgasm building with every second, every minute I touch you, every kiss I kiss you with, every fuck I fuck you with, the tension is mounting; I can feel you coming. My hand moves faster, you're thrashing about the bed, your legs wide, your hands gripping the fresh cotton sheets, thrashing with total abandonment, from a quiet squeal, your voice rings out.. a thousand choirs singing. Total rapture evades your soul, riling in Ecstasy. Complete surrender. I kiss you, slowly, gently, the orgasm slowing, it takes every ounce of your energy. Exhausted, you lie so still, after shocks of orgasmic tremor's flicker through your body, kissing every inch of your soul. You pull me toward you, I collapse beside you, wrapping my arms around you, planting sweet kisses over your face, neck, shoulders, eye lids and mouth. We lie there motionless, in exhaustion of our love making. Your skin tastes so Delicious so tender- warm. You look at me with those dark eyes, the windows to your soul. You smile with so much emotion, my vision becoming cloudy, I blink, a tear escapes-rolling down my face.. I am falling in love with you.

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.

Randy Weather

The day was another run of hot lazy sunshine. I had the day off so I decided to go for a walk, but to get to the woods I had to travel quite a few miles, so I changed into a pair of cut of jeans, threw on a strapless top, no bra; my nipples-free, the fabric brushed them, causing them to stand to attention. Slipping into some old trainers and headed off for day. The radio blasted out some heavy rock, the sky was clear blue, no clouds anywhere. I pulled into the car park, dust rising up from the gravel as I skidded to a halt, like some kind of stunt driver. I was the only car. I closed the sunroof, grabbed my bottle of water and headed off toward the pond, located deep into the undergrowth. The scent of the blue bells was immense. I saw several grey squirrels scooting about the tree trunks, their tails flickering and then they had gone. Streams of sunlight pushed its way through the tree tops-dazzled the earthy ground. Wild garlic grabbed the senses, its sweet intoxicating scent. As I wondered deeper through the wood, I caught the distant sound of dogs barking.. the sound drowning into the distance. I wasn't the only one here after all! I wandered off the beaten track, a small insignificant stream wound itself through the undergrowth. The ground was dry and covered in pine needles. I was beginning to feel randy, his sunshine makes me feel randy, as though its inviting me to do some thing naughty out side-as though I need an excuse!As I walked a few more yards, I noticed an opening and the tallest redwood I'd ever laid eyes on. I couldn't see the top of it, as hard as I strained my neck, blinded by the sun, I could not reach the top. The birds were singing, my crotch was hot and sweaty. A trickle of sweat ran from under my breasts. The sensation of all too much for me to cope with. Standing beneath the giant tree trunk, I took a quick glance to see if I was alone. I pulled my top down to expose my ample breasts;the sun hot on my damp skin. Taking the left nipple in my fingers I pinched it until the pleasure was replaced with weird pain. Unbuttoning my top button of my shorts and quickly pulling the zip down;I seized the moment, sinking my right hand down to my hungry clit...'Mmmm' the scent of a woman. I didn't need to lick my fingers, I was moist and ready. A few slow rotating movements over the tip of my love bud, my legs began to buckle as the wave of orgasm flushed itself through me, leaning forward at the very last moment rubbing my naked nipple over the ruggedness of the tree bark, as I orgasm, I ejaculate a stream of hot liquid down my legs. The sensations are toxic, I almost collapse under the quivering pleasures. My sensations are spent, and my god it was SO worth it. I sit down, my legs bent and my clit twitching with the after math. I smile, sucking my soaked fingers, tasting my perfumed fingers. Suddenly I hear noises coming quick and fast toward me, I scramble to the under growth, yanking my shorts up, re-arranging my top. The sounds of people chatting. They pass and the sounds fade. I'm still wanting more, one orgasm isn't enough. The thrill of masturbating in the open is like your first time on a white knuckle ride. You want to but you're not sure how much it scares you and how much you know you'll love it;and want more! As I dress myself and stand up, the course seem of my shorts rub against my clit driving even better sensations through my body. Stumbling toward a tree, throwing my back towards it, biting my lip to muffle the sounds. Rubbing my breasts together pinching each nipple with passion. My limbs ache beyond compare. I can't take much more. I'm hot, spent and thirsty. Time for home. I head back for the car park, with a big smile on my face, my pussie still tingling...

BLT's

Yesterday was the ideal day for a long bike ride. I've been given a very nice expensive pair of black leather trousers, which fit in all the right places with no room for error. Mmmm.. the Meir scent of black leather drives me wild! I remember the first time I visited a leather shop. The excitement of hovering out side the door, waiting for the shop to be more or less empty, so that my entrance would be one of grander, a Queen entering the court yard, met with pure elegance, the finery of leather garments fit only for a Queen. On opening the door, the heat of the shop mixed with the intoxication of the 'dead skins'.. was almost over whelming. I walked around inspecting the coats, trousers, jackets, the list of colours was endless, but my favourite colour has to be black. Black has 100% Dominance with out a doubt. But if I had to chose again I'd have to chose red. Red leather has vibrancy, romance and power. I flicked through the rail to find a pair of trousers in my size and the next size up from that just in case they were so tight I'd have to struggle and 'OH' how I love to struggle!!
Walking into the cubicle, just big enough to swing a cat in; I pulled the curtain across behind me. Standing in front of the minuscule mirror hanging on the cubicle wall, I lingered. Inhaling the heady scent of the warm leather, black leather. Checking for Ariel cameras above my head. Pulling the zip down, savoring every inch, starting to feel hot and Oh so bothered! I pull my jeans down, stepping out of them, hurrying to get the BLT's on. Stepping into the legs, bending over, trying my best in this small cubicle not to lose my balance. Easing them up and over my ass.. feeling wicked on the out side and randy on the inside. I didn't pull them all the way up, I stopped just above the thigh, pausing for a moment, taking one final check for security cameras. Standing close tho the mirror keeping away from the curtain, I eased my right hand down to my now damp pussie. I felt almost drunk. A mix of scent of leather and the sweet musky smell of my
sex which twitched when I rubbed my index finger over my clit. I was in heaven! Slowly I rubbed my clit from side to side, biting my lower lip to silence my moans. Quicker the hand became. The sensations surging through my body were becoming uncontrollable. Doing my best not to bring attention to myself... I rubbed faster until my legs shook so vigorously I came in a crescendo of orgasm. I bit down on my lower lip so hard I drew blood. My orgasm fading, my legs trembling and my knickers now very wet! I collected my belongings and made my way to the till to pay for my black leather trousers. The young man behind the counter smiled with a glint in his eye, almost as though he knew some thing. As I walked out of the shop, some thing caught my eye, a camera just above the doorway. I laughed to myself as I left the shop.

Motorbikes & women

My passion for two wheels developed about three years ago, when one cold Sunday afternoon I decided out of the blue that I wanted to try some thing totally different. And grasping hold of my new found dream by the horns, so to speak, I went and purchased...my new form of transport! Now I bet you're thinking about a huge stonking great monster of a bike? Sorry to have to disappoint you. My first choice was a tiny 50cc moped, yeah BIG bike, but being as how I'd never been anything bigger than a push bike, this to me was a big bike. Having got this vehicle so to speak, I kitted myself with crash test dummy gear! Well to cut a long story short and after doing my CBT which in layman's terms means compulsory bike test, which gives you enough road sense to get you out and about, hopefully safely! To cut a long story short, and several years later, more money better gear ( Leathers...Mmmm!) later, I know have a huge bike, red and throbbing, a real proper motorbike. Now I can see what you're thinking, where is she going with this story? I was always told to go out in all weathers for the experience, to know how to handle the bike, and with all things in life, the more you do it the better you become..Oh yeah!!
I've just been out on my bike in strong winds, Very strong winds. Now I've ridden her, I say 'her' because she has a name, oh yes she is a woman alright, feisty, strong and some times in control.. and if I treat her right I can get her to purr for me................you can't beat having a woman purring between your legs!!...And I've had a few..!!!!
The wind batters me from every direction, but its not just scary, its 'wicked' fun, as long as I'm in control and I lurve being in control...in black Leather, in hi heals... Now where was I? Oh yeah... dangerous conditions.. bring it on. I lurve riding in weather that I have no say in, this invisible force that thrusts me from one side of the road to the next, some times within feet of the ditch, when you least expect it, it's back for more and you think you're ready for it and it suprises you, this time from behind the lorry you've just over taken.. and riding home safely to play another day.I'm looking to buy another bike, this time with more 'umph' but always with the safety factor,it'll only go as fast as I want it to. I love life and I love bikes.......and women!

Doing time

As I walk toward the jail, my nerves getting the better of me, I hear the sound of keys rattling. As the large heavy door opens, I'm beckoned in by a stoutly blond female, in full uniform. .."stand here and empty your pockets, place all your belongings in this box then move to the side and wait." I try to smile at her but she shows no emotion. " You " and points at me.." come over here, put your arms out at your side, stand like a scare crow. " Her hands are strong, her face cold and dead.. she's tickling my arm pits and I let out a giggle, not in the slightest bit amused the guard turns me around, I lose my balance and stagger to one side," stand still can't you," I feel myself blush with embarrassment, "sorry" I whisper. My belongings are through the x ray machine but there seems to be some confusion as to what's in my handbag. I'm hurried into a side room and ordered to strip down to my bra and knickers.. and it's cold, so what happens.. my nipples become erect, poking through the flimsy fabric of my bra, I blush even more so now than before.
The door shuts too with a loud echoing bang. I'm left standing for what seems ages, my flesh quivering and covered in goose bumps, my palms begin to sweat. Looking around the small dull room I notice a camera in the corner.. oh my god I'm being watched, I do my best to hide my embarrassment with my arms! Then the door flings open and a different women enters the room, she's in her early forties, tall, about ten stone nicely rounded with a warm look on her face. She orders me to turn around and bend over as far as I can. . so I do as she orders. My ass protruding out and my breasts almost escaping my bra. " Now what do we have here then ?" the women in a quiet voice , not daring to speak, she runs her hand from my head down to the base of my spine, tugging at the elastic of my knickers then letting go, the snap as it hits my flesh. "Well we'll have to see what else you're hiding won't we?" I feel a hand on my shoulder, " move over to the wall, spread your feet and arms against the wall." This I do and do quickly; My mind's gone blank, my mouth's dry with fear. I can hear a noise behind me that resembles gloves being put on, the scent of rubber. She begins to unhook my bra, the fabric falling over my erect nipples, I shudder.. a hand comes around the front and brush them .. " Mmmm .. excited are we ?" I mutter nothings under my breath and for my efforts receive a sharp smack on my left buttock, I jump, losing my balance and fall to the ground, hitting my head on the way down. " Oh dear ... hurt are we ?" "No" I reply in a loud voice. "Well if you're hurt then you'd better lie down. " As I stand up to face my tormentor I notice a small wooden table in the opposite corner of the room.. I certainly don't recall seeing that when I came in! " Get on this table but on all fours keeping your head down." Once again she starts to trace the outline of my body now with a gloved hand. The sensual touch of surgical rubber on soft silky skin certainly awakens the senses. The touch of her hand, the accuracy of her fingers, she knows just where to go and I'm giving her the answers she's wanting. I start to relax, to enjoy my strip search. She tugs at my panties and with grace they fall to my knees. The coolness of the air whistles through to my warm bud of love. I feel my juices start to drizzle, that aching wantonness, I want to touch myself, but she gets there first. I arch my back moving to the rhythm. Slowly at first, she glides her fingers just to the entrance of my throbbing pussie just teasing me. Another few strokes and I'm sure to come. I want to squeeze my pink buds to heighten the excitement but I can't move my hands for fear of falling over again .. " Mmmm " I mutter under my breath. Am rocking back and forward willing her to go faster. Suddenly the door opens and another guard comes in, to my amazement she orders the first guard out and immediately takes over, her touch a lot more brisk. Her hands feel bigger but softer. As i look up to the ceiling I notice the camera looking directly at me, I feel myself blush, but not with embarrassment but with excitement, the thought of being watched, I start to smile to myself, at the camera watching me! Faster now the rhythm, with one finger nudging my ass hole and another thrusting deep into my hot wet hole I can feel myself about to orgasm, biting my lip, buds of perspiration trickling down my forehead ..." Oh my god-d-d-d-d- " rocking violently, the table quaking under the pressure , the squirt of hot cum dripping down the inside of my thigh. A smart slap on both buttocks and a towel thrown at me... " clean yourself up. " As I collect my clothes, dress, I'm given my hand bag and shown the door, " enjoy your visit " ... I'm looking forward to my next visit already!...

New beginnings

Ok here we go. Well the story is I've always wanted to write a blog, so here I am! I love writing fantasy stories usually with women in them, oh ... did I mention I like women? I've read other peoples blogs and have an insight as to how they grow into bigger and better things. I'm not your average woman, well actually I'm about 6 ft tall so I guess that makes me more than average! I like writing erotic stuff, with women in! I want to write about my sexual antics with the women I've encountered on the way and hopefully the women to come, so to speak!! I also like bondage preferably with women .. and lots of rope. Just think about it, being tied up with soft rope, not being able to move only to breathe, being in the trust of some one who maybe you've never met before or some body you know but don't know their limits! Feeling every stroke of the whip, teasing you into total submission . Or wearing a blind fold, this adds to the height of awareness... then of course if you want to go one step further into the unknown ... hot candle wax searing the skin sealing the contract with unconditional love, but that's just a taster of what I'm capable of. Have you ever got off on the sensual aroma of black leather? Oh I could write pages about the stuff, black leather that is. Maybe I should write a users manual .. practical leather .. a must for every woman who longs for something different in their lives.