Cleansed

Look over your shoulder
I'm still here. Look
to where you've been, I'm
still there. My hand still
warm from the grasp that
we shared. My lips tingle
from the kiss we shared.
I lick my lips in remembrance.
Taste the morning sun. Blink
rapidly to imagine your face.

Close now this episode.
I no longer love you, as I
loved this fair land that
I was born. This land was
once my play ground...
I buried my heart deep
inside, I lost myself to you.
I stand at the grave side,
but I will not mourn.
I have said my goodbyes,
you will no longer see me.
Stride forward, never look
back. Once I was there..
but now you are no more.

Pain was some thing you
inflicted into my soul, I
loved you with every inch
of my being. When that
died, my love gave new
boundaries. I held on
to what we had, wanting
more. I put you on a
pedestal, praised your
ability to paint. But I
lost you in transition
some where along the way.

I have come to realise
that you were one of a kind.
All that I gave to you, you
you sucked, poisoned my mind.
You are and always have been
a woman who takes not gives.
Was I so blind, not to see
what you have done. Your love
killed me, our relationship
died. But now I can move on.
I've cleansed my soul, you
will no longer haunt my....
every dream, I have found
my new horizon, the sun
awaits my smile, I will sit
and wait for the sun to shine.
I intend being here a while.

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...

One step forward, two steps back.

It can get pretty lonely out on the road when I'm running. A lot of people like to run with head phones and some crazy music filling their heads. I've come to the conclusion that this can't be safe! For instance what if some one was to come up behind them and jump them, they wouldn't hear them coming. I've actually tried running with the dreaded ear phones but my ears are of some awful creation, 'spock' ears I think so what ever variety of head gear, I find they fall out, resulting in my losing my temper, having to stop re-place them and carry repeating this damn process every so many hundreds of yards... thanks, but no thanks!! I find that when I do eventually get time to go running I can put the world to rights in my head. Some times I'll just watch the country side go by. Actually it's quite amazing how much of the country side I do see when on two feet. I think more people should ditch the car and either walk, run or cycle to work. We miss so much beauty when stuck in a petrol guzzling vehicle, we had feet way before the car was invented, we're spoilt! I love running. I've always had that wicked side to me, was always interested in sports at school, running, swimming, I can recall doing hurdles on sports day in hi school, tripped and fell full length on the track, was so embarrassing, for me anyway, everybody else laughed their heads off.. typical!
Any how, as I was saying, I live and breath running now, got the bug again, just need some sunshine to help me along. I went for a run last night after work, I couldn't get my breathing sorted, felt like I was going to faint, then realising I was going to fast, slowed down, problem solved. I some times forget I'm not competing for gold. Time will sort me out. Am planning on going for another run on Friday night, assuming the snow doesn't arrive, forecast for the weekend or so the weathermen say.. best get wrapped up then. I'll have to be careful or I'll be buying 'runners world' magazine's next.
I love the cold feeling when I'm first starting out, then when I get relaxed and in running mode, I can see the road ahead, keep my eye on the traffic. These people are a law unto themselves, not only do they not see runners, or motor bikers come to that, I should know as I ride one and on many occasion have almost been knocked off. I'd hate to be on a horse!! Fucking idiots motorists!!!! Peace and tranquility are the two most important ingredients to me and I find both of these when I'm treading the high ways and by ways of the country. Long may we reign..Watch out you fuckin morons in cars...watch where you're going, it aint rocket science!!!!!!!!