Road test

Today I had the opportunity to road test a Yamaha Fazer 1000cc motorbike. Unlike my Yamaha FJR 1300cc motorbike, this one handles much better as It's quite a fair bit lighter, but the 1000cc engine can handle the tightest of corners with ease. The body length is a fraction shorter but in comparison to the big bike it felt much more compact. I fell in live with it the first time I saw it. So how did I go on? Well the roads have been very wet and icy of late but today fared well for my test ride. I was a bit apprehensive to begin with because having ridden the 1300 for nearly two years, I have of course got used to the way it handles the road. After some hick ups I adjusted to the handling very well. Cornering as well as on the straight I can honestly say I love it. When I open up te throttle she lets out an awesome growl. So.... I went to the bike shop and bartered for a good price. and I got a good price! Right money matters aside, I get the bike on March the 1st with a 2010 plate, twelve months road tax, heated grips,top box, fairings to cover the engine and make her appearance sexier. I did want a red one but they hadn't got one. The colour is Graphite which in English is a stunning dark 'graphite' colour. 'AND' with it's lighter body weight I can actually pull it on to it's centre stand with ease, which is more than I could ever do with the FJR.. having tried this once I almost gave my self a slipped disc!! She is an amazing bike... I will miss my 'Black Thunder' but I'm sure her next owner shall treat her with the respect I know she deserves. As for my new bike I have thought about a few names for her... I may just call her 'Indi' after "MWAOH".. unless I fall upon a name that fits her sexy sassy appearance. I don't have a photo of her yet, but be sure that as soon as I get one you will see it. So all in all I have had an excellent day. And to celebrate I had a Macdonalds for my lunch, well I can't afford steak now I have a new bike to pay for!

Erotic Day

Well my day at work started at 6a.m. I felt tired, which isn't out of the ordinary on an early shift. I had a very interesting conversation with a friend at work who had a VERY interesting conversation with the boss of one of the departments I work in. Some one had bought an 'Ann Summers' catalogue for any one to look at. The woman boss just happened to mention that she wasn't particularly interested in the sexy lingerie or the vibrators, but liked to read some thing hot to get her going! At which point my friend happened to mention that 'I' have a blog and write erotic stories and poems. At this point she walked in the room, I smiled at her and she wondered what it was that I was so blatantly smiling at! So I chatted about my blog, my want to have my book published at which point she smiled at me and became interested at the words coming out of my mouth! So my next question to her will be .... Would you like me to give you my blog address and or would you like me to write a personal story for her... at a cost of whatever it is we decide on? The early start to the day immediately melted from my mind as I am now excited at the out come of my 'possible' new venture. How's that for a good day?

Thank you

Today I received an award from a fellow blogger. Her name is 'doll.' I am
very honoured to get this fabulous award. Thank you. It means a hell of a lot when you people read and appreciate my writing especially when you leave such lovely comments. I believe I've come a long way since I first started writing my stories. I hope I can continue to produce such master pieces; and go from strength to strength. I haven't written for a while, due mainly to 'writers block.' But.... I shall find my feet (hand) again very soon. I'd like to take this opportunity to thank every one out there in blog land who take time out to come visit me, this means the world to me. When I first started writing.. spelling, punctuation wasn't my forte, but we all learn form our mistakes! Once upon a time I couldn't even get my head around the workings of a lap top, let a lone create a blog! I have had one or two lessons from certain friends, but I'm getting there, slowly but surely.
I have to admit I love my blog, it's my way of escaping reality. It's my little world where the sun may not always shine, but it never rains!

New Love

The night was frosty, a thin layer of fog covering the earths crust. I called for a bottle of red wine, some thing to calm the nerves. We hadn't seen each other for several years, not since your girl went away-precious time to heal. I parked the car and walked gingerly up the gravel drive, dogs barking in every direction echoing all around-met by one tiny dog with a face that resembled road kill.. the breed I think imitates bad posture combined with broken nose defect ( pushed in !) After making my peace with the tiny creature... I meandered up to your front door, nerves getting the better of me. Knockin a couple of times, rearranging my jacket, straightening my hair, the door opened. God you looked so vibrant and sexy... we were all fingers and thumbs, I hugged you a welcome but really intended to kiss you, not sure if I was rushing things-treading carefully. " Hi "... yeah " hi "... coats off and wine corked. " How have you been?" You look so good, I mean- stumbling with what I was trying to say, we laughed, I know you knew what I was trying to say, it just came out back to front-nerves!!
We went into the lounge and sat down on a small but fairly comfortable sofa. After a while and several glasses of wine, I swung my leg around, folding under my leg, not knowing where to put the other one, I casually asked if you'd mind if I put it over your legs.. that's better. " More wine ?" we got steadily drunk, easing the moment when you slid your left hand up my jeans legs stroking it so softly, your right hand over the upper part of my right thigh, shivers raised up and down my spine, I wanted to kiss you there 'n' then, with the feeling of want in my pussie. Shifting my bum on the furniture, the crack of the fabric rubbin my clit, I almost came! The evening went on into the early hours of the next morning. The clock striking on every hour, Meir back ground sound. We shifted alot of emotional baggage, cleared alot of stuff, cried together, laughed together; we were meant to be.. your ex had said 'that' on many occasion, the frightened words of a dying woman.Your hands still tickling my leg, gently rubbing my foot, I love having my feet touched, sensuous. I melt under your touch, your eyes saying you want me, was I reading your mind right. You've been to hell and back these past few years, I wasn't about to take the wrong signals and ruin anything.. you turned , looked me straight in the eyes....... it felt like an eternity... I met you half way-our breath hot, skin warm, caught in the heat of the night, passions running high. I leaned forward to kiss you, you pulled back, you mimicked my move then in for the kill.. tongues deep n hot, playing the tango, your sweet tender lips against mine. My right hand tracing the out line of your face, down your neck around the front of your ample juicy breasts- you're putty in my hands; I so wanted to undress you there and then, take you to euphoria. Another night, another time, you had an early start that morning. The kitchen clock struck 2 o'clock ... we looked at each other, our mouths wet and glistening, my heart racing, the blood in my veins pumping.. my pussie so in need of some stimulation, so tired, so excited, excited for the next time we meet.......

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty woman where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suite a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms, the span of my hips
The stride of my step, the curl of my lips.
I'm a woman, Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman, that's me.

I walk in a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man, the fellows stand or
Fall to their knees.
Then they swarm aound me,
A hive of honey bees,
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I am a woman
Phenomenally,
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can't see
I say
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenamenally,
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair
The palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally,
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Lost cause

OK... so I've given up bread for lent, god knows why, but I have, I've lost some weight in the process, not wanting to try and lose weight.. but I have! Can't give up fags, cuz I've done that and into my 5th month now. Can't give up chocolate cuz I can't eat it, I have an allergy to it..shit happens! Anyway I've been really good just lately cuz I haven't self harmed!!! AND that for me is a major break through, so I'm raising my glass to myself ...'Mmmm' this red wine's got a sexy body, velvety and smooth. I'm turning over a new leaf so to speak. I feel emotionally drained instead. Why? Well I'm not quite sure but I put it down to over load. My brain has been starved of attention from the adrenaline rush I felt from cutting..please don't judge me. Unless you know me and can relate to my problems then please DONOT judge me. I feel most vulnerable when I've had a drink, but with the help and guidance of several good friends who visit my blog, and they know who they are...'Thank you' to you. I shall endeavor to follow my new found path of a clean living, terminology used for ex- druggies-users-cutters etc;etc;etc.
I will be taking part in the race for life challenge in May of this year to raise much needed funds for Cancer research.. I had retired from running, but this is my new quest, to dust off my running shoes and take to the roads to train, for the ones who weren't so lucky. So you see there is a reason for carrying on, making the most of what I have, and for a 5k run I hope to raise a load of dosh.. I have already got sponsors for over £100.00. They say money isn't everything, but in this case it sure as hell helps, although I'd much rather have the people back, my family and friends who've died. This makes my problems melt in to insignificance, but because I can't diminish them that easily, I can fall back on my raising cash for a good cause.