About Indi

OK so this post is different.
So I thought I'd tell you a
few things about me...here
goes......hope you like!

1..My favourite hymn is Ave Maria.
(I can play it on the piano.)

2..I have a passion for purple..
(it is my protector.)

3..I am a great cook
(food is my passion.)

4..I love fresh sheets on
the bed, the smell of
red roses.

5..My favourite flower is
Freesias..white ones.

6..I adore anything to do
with motorbikes..

7..I love to be kissed
on the back of my neck.

8..I love the Paranormal.
Our house has a ghost.

9..I don't self harm anymore.

10..I love me... for once in
my life.

11..I love red wine. warmed.

12..I want to be seduced by
a woman, be given gifts
but not have an excuse
for them..

13..I love to walk in wet
grass with naked feet.

14..If I could have one wish?
What would I asked for..?

15..When I was little, my uncle
tried it on.. I've never
told anyone about it..till
now.

16.. I like swimming in the
sea..

17..I can't stand liars.

18..My favourite country
is Canada..

19..I have a severe temper
but I keep it undercover.

20..I am allergic to housework
yeah right.. no really!

21..I am a fun loving fish.

22..I love smoked Salmon.

23..I have a crush on Spiky.
(but don't tell anyone ;)

24..I can play piano, guitar.

25..I love to eat pussie..
(doesn't happen much
these days!)

26..I have a new kitten.

27..I wish I could fly.

28..I don't trust reality.

29..I can write with both
hands AND with my feet.

30..I love the pain of
having tattoos.

31..I hate dental pain
(1 hour in the chair
today, £300 less in
my pocket.)

32..I would kill for my
children..

33..I have very little
patience...

34..I don't care where
I live as long as
I have a roof over
my head..food in my
belly.

35..I have loved many
women, broken only
one heart...mine!

36..I masturbate every
day %)..

38..I need to be loved
I have to feel
needed..wanted.

39..I love life.

40..Vanilla..I love
it.

Night folks,
time for more
Zzzzzz's.

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.

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!!

Highway 69

The weather had turned out nice, with a cool breeze, high cloud. Ideal biking weather. I climbed into the shower, the heat of the water wakening my senses, showering me with tiny goose bumps, my face wet and the water running down my ample breasts. I lathered the flannel, chasing the out line of my thighs down to my toes. As I bent down to wash my feet, the water ran down and beneath my breasts, the liquid dangling off my nipples, the droplets of water hitting the bath. I dragged my hands down the length of my body, flicking them out wards, grabbing the towel and stepping out of the bath to dry myself. The towel was rough, dry from hanging outside in the wind, the only way I like to be dried, roughly! I moisturise my skin all over with some scented body lotion, the delicate perfume lingerers in the air, awakens my senses. I inhale the smell. Taking my black leather trousers form the wardrobe, I feel the weight, dragging my feet one at a time into them. Mmmmm.. I just Lurve the smell of black leather, no other colour smells quite the same, it has to be black, it oozes power, passion, excitement!!! I'm almost ready for my journey, heading out on the highway looking for adventure what ever comes my way.. I was born to be wild!! I take a brief glance at my wrist watch, checkin the time, checkin I have enough fuel, yeah I do. I grab my keys, de-activate the alarm and climb on to my brand new beast of a machine. She's hot, she's ready and she's mine.
The smell of petrol, the throb of the engine, she trembles between my thighs, pure energy.
I hit the indicator glance left and turn right, acceleration is just a flick of my wrist away. Down the free way for the first twenty miles, a straight road, no traffic, time to see what she's really made of?! I rip back the throttle and take her to the limit, the wind's in my hair, and I've left all my worries behind me. The shear power of this bike excels itself beyond anything I've ever known. I lose my concentration and slip into auto pilot for a split second My mind isn't where it should be, on the road. I'm humming rock music, but I can hear sirens, as my mind returns to the matter of the situation I realise I'm being tailed by a cop car. The sirren hollows the air followed by a blue light. I pull over to the side of the road, turn my ignition off and await the officer. To my surprise a female officer steps out of the patrol car and strutts her way over to where I'm parked. " Step away from the bike " a strong southern accent. I climb off my bike and move a steps away. The sun is in my eyes so I don't get a good look of who I'm talking to. The female officer has long dark hair held together at the ack of her head with several pins, in a bun. Her complexion is clean with an olive type skin and very pretty. She grabs hold of my upper arm, man handling me with some force. She points to the patrol car, dragging me toward it. I follow her with haste trying to keep up, but she's too strong for me, I stumble and fall over.
Feeling awkward and hot form the days sun, I wipe my brow with my hand. My breasts are hot and I am thirsty. As I move nearer to the car, I can see she is smiling, but I decline from getting chatty. My throat is dry. My groin however is sweaty, my pussie twitches for some attention, I need to pee!... " Eerr excuse me officer but I need to go to the bathroom!" She throws my arm away and points at a large cactus at the side of the road. " If you need to go to the bathroom then you'll have to make do with that " and points her finger at the cactus. I stumble toward the prickly thing, fumbling at the buttons on my leather trousers. Not taking much notice as to who might be watching me, I bend my legs yank down my blt's, desperate to pee I let go of a hot flood or yellow steaming liquid, the relief is beautiful. " Arghhhhhhhh... ni-ce. " As i stand up I look round only to find the officer with her hand down her trousers, and 'playing ' with herself. I fumble with my zipper, smiling to myself, I walk slowly back to the cop car. She pushes me up against the door... " Spread 'em bitch." She kicks my ankles hard, my feet lose their grip on the loose gravel. I grab a hold of the door frame, stopping myself falling further to the ground. She runs her hands over my body as though she's looking for drugs?! She grabs my shoulder and swings me around, my back hits the door with a bang, my legs falling from beneath me, but she holds me tight. Our eyes meet, her hands pulling at my jacket, and slowly she pulls down the long zip, exposing my bra less breasts,trapped beneath the fabric, my nipples hard and erect. The warm air clinging to my skin. My lips part and I want to pull her into me, I want to delve into her pants, I want to fuck her there and then. She smoothes away the hair from my face, tracing the out line of my mouth, pushing her thumb into my mouth, running it the full length of my teeth, I bite it hard, she pulls away. Our breathing becomin laboured. I pull her into me, she straddles my thigh, grinding her groin with such force, moaning. We rock gently at first, but as the orgasm builds, the rocking becoming almost violent. My breasts swinging freely beneath the fabric, She squeezes my right nipple so hard I cry out in pain. I bite her finger, she pulls it away. I push her away from me, I slump to the ground leaving her standing, me between her thighs. I reach up tugging at her trousers, freeing her clit from it's fabric tomb. Kneeling up I engulf my tongue upon her pussie, pushing my fingers deep into her anus, she rips at my hair, thumping the car, the torment of her passion entwined with heat of the sun. Faster and faster I pump her vagina with all that I have. Her legs start to tremble, she's coming.................. with the force of a tornado, she wriggles and squirms trying to fight against it. But with one final thrust, her loins gyrating in every direction I feel the orgasm tear through her with such speed, her juices flowing down my face and onto my breasts. As the moment subsides, she kneels down to kiss me, her dark sensuous lips engulf my mouth, our tongues dart in and out, teasing each other. We embrace for what seems like forever. We get dressed again, at which point she pulls out her note pad, I all expecting a ticket for speeding, she writes down her number instead, my heart misses a beat, I smile at her, she kisses me on the forehead and thanks me for my services. I smile, licking my fingers, tucking my shirt back into my blt's walking back to my bike, I turn to wave, she waves back, climbs in her car, drives off. " WOW" is all I can think, I can't wait to get back home, I'm oh so fucking randy now, can I ride back safely? for sure, but maybe not so fast!!!!

Test Ride

On Saturday 28th June, I'm going to, for the very first time, ride the bike that I've fallen in love with. I have a list of questions I want to ask the dealer. I am very excited and can't wait to sit on 'Black Thunder'... that's her new name. You see I've named her and I haven't even ridden her yet let alone bought her! I do hope for nice weather but being Britain, being June, I think I'm asking for a hell of alot!! I'm even thinking about housing her, for insurance purposes. Oh yes, it's all happening. I've done my sums and can afford this hum dinger of a beast. Apparently the bike comes in dark red, silver and black, I have to Say I much prefer black... black makes a statement, black is clear and precise, black is black. The hum of the engine, the throb of the chassis between my legs, just thinking about it makes me want to go and play with my clit.... Oh and the best part...... wearing tight black leather!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! '''OH YEAH''' I'm in love that IS for sure. Bikes and women, and if I'm bloody lucky .............. a women in tight black leather on the back of my bike, holdin on tight around my waist............. now I really must go and masturbate.......................................................................

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.

Race for life..

It won't be long before I'm out in the field slogging my hard earned guts out for charity. I have to be honest with you, I can't wait! What with the weather just recently, I've found running in these highly strong winds almost impossible.. but I've done it non the less. Over the weeks I've gained a few extra pounds, which I or anyone else can't see, but the scales don't lie. My appetite has doubled, my energy levels are up, even though I start work on a Friday at 6a.m and finish about 5p.m,I still find time to go for a run, as I have today. I'm still bursting with energy! Yeah... strange but true. If any one visiting my blog would like to sponsor me, then they can go directly to the site and donate on line at 'cancer research UK'.. it's a worth while cause, one of which I hold close to my heart, having had several relatives and friends die of the disease. And I thank you for reading this chapter in my life. The date of my run is May 10th . Weather permitting, it will be an eventful day. . I look forward to it, it's what I've trained for...

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!

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.