The curious mind of Angel Gone Bad...

 So...its been a little over two months since I took the plunge and set up my blog...how the time flies huh?! 

That must surely mean I'm having lots of fun right? Well...maybe not as much I'd like, but unfortunately that's life I suppose, and real life has to take precedence over the fun stuff.  Ultimately, juggling family life and work, amongst other things, means that I haven't been very prolific with my writing lately... The ideas are there for sure, but finding the time to throw them down on paper is not always as easy one would like it to be.... Needless to say I'm continuously on the look out for new story ideas, and it actually amazes me how the simplest of things can spark an idea for a plot these days!

 I recently took a long distance train journey to visit some relatives.  When purchasing my ticket at the train station, I was served by a very pleasant and chatty man, who seemed very interested to know the nature of my trip.  In the short time we were in each others company, we engaged in pleasant banter, quite the conversationist I thought to myself.  As he took my payment, I noticed him writing something down, but didn't really pay that much attention to what it was.   He handed me my tickets and receipt, wished me a good day, and off I went to catch my train, thinking to myself how its a shame more shop assistants couldn't excersise such great customer service skills.  I didn't give him much thought after that, until the ticket inspector came around to check tickets.  As I pulled my ticket out of my purse, the receipt fell onto the floor.  When I picked it up, it was then I noticed that in the top right hand corner he had drawn a smiley face, with a kiss next to it.  Funny how something so simple can bring a smile to your face, but also make your mind work over time too!  I suddenly found myself trying to recall what he looked like, how old he was, what he was wearing, he wasn't bad to look at, although he hadn't seemed that special at the time.  I also wondered what the meaning of it was.  Was it something he did for every passenger to brighten their day? Or was this his way of trying to connect with me? Had I in some way acted flirtatiously towards him, prompting him to make such a gesture? What if it had been a phone number? Although giving me his phone number would have been regarded as being most unprofessional.  How would I have responded if he had? Would curiosity have gotten the better of me, and cause me to call the number? what could have happened if I did?. My wicked mind went into overdrive.  I guess its something I will never know, but it did leave me with tremendous sense of wonder, and a very naughty idea for a story....hmmmmm...

If you have a fantasy that you would like to see put into words, feel free to contact me with all of the naughty details at iamangelgonebad@gmail.co.uk and I will happily turn it into a short story, and post it here on my blog xxx

Lust Junction - part one

Departing the train at London Euston station, I make the necessary last minute adjustments to my clothing.  Brushing the crumpled fabric in downward sweeps with the palms of my hands, I attempt to flatten out the creases that have formed as the result of a three hour train journey.  As I step onto the platform I am involuntarily carried along by a tidal wave of travellers, all rushing hastily towards the ticket barriers, in the hope of making it on time to their eventual destinations.  I am by no means an exception.  With just five minutes to spare, I hurry through the ticket barrier and make my way to the coffee shop adjacent to the train platforms.

It has been approximately eight weeks since we first met, but the memories remain very much fresh in my mind.  I recall my last minute doubts as I antagonised over the fact that he may not show up.  I remember how I had found myself most relieved when he called to say that he was enroute to meet me.  In my head, I retrace the steps I took leading up to our first face to face encounter.  I had all manner of thoughts occupying my mind as I set off on foot to meet him at our much discussed rendezvous point.  What if he doesn't fancy me? What if we don't get on? Will it be awkward? What if I don't fancy him? could this all be a huge mistake?  My brain was swimming, overloaded by many confused anxieties.  It was to be our day of reckoning, the moment we would finally find out and make sense of our 'supposed' connection.  I recollect how I was brought back from my momentary daydream as something caught my eye, that was when I set eyes upon him for the first time.  I stopped, frozen in my tracks.  My heart immediately began to pound rapidly in my chest, thumping furiously, ready to burst free at any given moment.  My mouth became dry, almost arid like a desert, and my stomach turned as last minute nerves began to overcome me.

After months of meticulous planning there he stood, just feet away from me.  Up until this point he had been a voice on the end of the phone, a stranger, albeit a familiar one, but now he had become very real to me.  He hadn't noticed me approaching him at this point, his head was down, his attention focused on his phone.  I paused for a second or two, then continued to walk at a snails pace in order to compose myself, and try to figure out what I was going to say to him.  Literally seconds later he raised his head and gazed directly at me.  Wow! my eyes widened and I could feel a huge grin creep across my face.  He was certainly much more handsome in the flesh than he had looked in his pictures, I liked what I saw. I could feel myself begin to melt inside as he returned the smile and made his way towards me.  We greeted each other with a hug. Stepping back slightly he took the opportunity to get a better look at me, starting at my feet, slowly working his eyes up my body. He then moved in, kissing me delicately several times on the lips.  It was not at all awkward like I had envisaged, or uncomfortable for that matter, on the contrary; it was very natural and felt very right.  I haven't been able to stop myself from thinking about it since.

I glance at my watch, it is exactly 11am and I am bang on schedule.  As I approach the door of the coffee shop I spot him standing several feet away, leaning casually against the wall of the adjoining buildings.  His face displays a knowing look, shortly followed by a cheeky smile that makes my stomach feel as though it is home to several large butterflies, just as I had felt the first time we met.  He signals me to come to him with a simple gesture, an upward nod of his head.  A pleasant warmth washes over me.  I am positively aching for him, the sensation most intense in the pit of my stomach and deep down between my legs. There can be no denying, I want him badly.  I make my approach towards him slowly, not taking my eyes off him for a split second as I draw nearer.  The gap between us closes, he pulls me in towards him, wrapping his arms around my waist.  I reciprocate, throwing my arms around his neck, feeling him, inhaling his manly scent; a heavenly combination of aftershave, testosterone and seductive pheromones.  Entwined in each other we kiss. However this time it feels different, passionate, somewhat more lustful.  Our tongues dance, swirling and circling, exploring each others mouths in our most intimate embrace.  His lips are soft and full and I fight the urge to bite his bottom lip, although I really want to.  The heat of his body radiates through me as we continue to devour each other, oblivious to all that is going on around us.  His hands wander and find their way to my arse, he squeezes gently but firmly as I let out a blissful sigh.  It feels so good to be in his arms once more.  I realise how much I have been wanting this and how much I have missed him.

To be continued.........

©Copyright 2013 angelgonebad.

Two's company

He watches in silence from his chair in the corner of the room, as I engage a gorgeous brunette in a passionate, lingering kiss.  Gazing at us, he is held captivated by what he is witnessing.  Only weeks earlier had she been introduced to us at a party held by a mutual friend, the same friend who later helped us to become better acquainted.  One of the first things we had noticed about her, other than her obvious beauty, was how she exuded confidence.  She seemed very comfortable in her own skin, and very relaxed in our company.  Conversing with her was easy, and during the course of the evening our banter progressed naturally as we enjoyed getting to know one another. 

She had excused herself to pay a visit to the ladies room.  In her absence, we discussed how we both found ourselves attracted to her, joking about things we would love to do with her given the chance.  We looked upon her as a suitable candidate, one we should add to our fuck list.

He had always known it had been a deep unfulfilled fantasy of mine, to have a sexual encounter with a woman.  I had never attempted to hide it from him.  Why would I?  Was it not every mans dream come true to watch two hot women Seducing each other? I was bi-curious he said, and with that I had to agree.  From a relatively early age, I found myself easily aroused in the presence of beautiful women.  I would have all manner of dirty thoughts when in the company of a girl I found sexually attractive.  Naturally, it was music to my ears when he suggested that we invite her over one evening, to play out such an encounter.  The mere thought of it thrilled me no end.  In an alcohol induced discussion at the party, the subject of 'menage a trois' had somehow become a talking point.  She had freely and unashamedly admited that this was something she had been lucky enough to experience several times in the past.  I threw a devilish glance his way.  Reading my thoughts almost telepathically, he knew full well what I was thinking.  This opened up a window opportunity for us, and made approaching her with our idea easier.  In the short time we had known her, we had come to the assumption that she was an open minded person, and figured she would welcome what we had contrived.  We made sure we exchanged phone numbers before the evening was over.

Draped alongside her on the king sized bed, I hungrily invade her mouth with wanton lust.  My hands Urgently explore the silky soft skin of her toned, naked body.  Standing at around 5"6, with long dark wavy hair, lightly tanned skin and gorgeous hazel coloured eyes, she radiates a natural beauty.  A figure of physical perfection, who could turn the heads of men and women alike, yet she is lying here, naked on our bed.  She delicately places her hands on my swollen breasts.  Cupping and squeezing gently, she rolls my erect nipples in between her thumb and forefingers, making them tingle deliciously.  The feeling triggers an aching in my pussy, and instantly I become wet.  I return the gesture, running my hands over her ample cleavage.  She feels wonderful to the touch, her breasts warm and firm, like putty in my hands.  I slowly slide down her body and take one of her nipples in my mouth, feeling it elongate as I suck gently.  She lets out a pleasureful moan.  I feel the bumpy texture of her areola on my lips as she responds to my Touch.  She works her hand down between my legs, and traces her fingers over my already moist slit, it feels heavenly.  I feel another rush of warm wetness from my arousal.  Opening my lips, she plunges two fingers inside me, sliding them in and out with great ease, my juice lubricating her fingers.  She smears my throbbing clit with the sticky fluid, and begins to work my sweet spot deftly with circular motions, applying just the right amount of pressure to start my climb to my orgasm.  She is expert in her technique and eager to please me.  She massages my clit with persistent strokes.  It is not long before a delicious orgasm takes hold of me, causing my body to shudder.  Waves of pleasure ripple through me, consuming me, leaving me weak, leaving me spent.

She rolls onto her back, indicating it is her turn.  I am ready and willing to reciprocate.  She spreads her legs wide, allowing me to catch my first real glimpse of what I am about to Sample.  Her pussy is pink, her lips small and neat, and there is an absence of pubic hair.  She is dripping wet in anticipation of what I am about to do.  Her juices trickle down her perineum to her small tight anus, glistening under the soft lighting.  I feel the urge to lick it clean. She looks so enticing laying there, waiting for me to claim her.  I am curious to taste her and experience for myself, if she is in fact as sweet as I have imagined.  I slowly crawl in between her legs and lick my way tenderly up the length of her thigh.  Pausing momentarily, I inhale her womanly scent before teasing and flicking her Gorgeous clit with my tongue.  All the while he continues to watch with great concentration, his eyes totally transfixed on us and this X-rated show we are lavishing upon him.  I cover her moist slit with my mouth, her lips part for me and I fuck her with my tongue, watching as she squirms around on the bed.  I lap at her slick opening, devouring her, drinking from the depths of her womanhood.  She moans with pleasure as I continue to stimulate her, licking, swirling, awakening all the nerve endings in her sensitised clit, which is now swollen between her moist lips.  She grabs my head and forces me closer towards her, as if making a silent plea, begging me to make her cum, to give her the release she so desperately craves.  I notice out of the corner of my eye he is stroking himself.  The engorged head of his cock freely oozing pre-cum.  This is such an arousing sight.  He knows how I love to watch him play.  I can see how much this is turning him on, being a spectator as I perform for him.  Observing as I lose myself in such an intimate act of sexual pleasure, propped up on all fours with my naked arse in the air, my wet pussy in perfect view. 

He approaches the bed and stands over us, pleasuring himself with slow deep masterful strokes.  I sense her climax is fast approaching.  He moves his way behind me until I can see him no more, then without warning he slams into me.  He can no longer take the torture of watching this sensual act, he no longer wishes to be the voyeur, he needs to participate, to find his own release.  He thrusts himself in and out of me, slowly at first, penetrating me deeply, filling me with his solid length.  Grabbing my breasts he picks up speed, as I continue to ravenously lick her needy pussy.  She is moaning, her back arches upwards off the bed, her breathing shallow and irregular, she is oh so close now.  I continue to lick her clit, unrelenting until I feel her coming undone around me.  I don't stop.  I want her to cum hard, make it as long and intense as possible for her.  She lets out a scream of ecstasy as she hits the crescendo of her much needed orgasm.

He continues to fuck me.  He is proud of my efforts, and has gained immense satisfaction from watching us.  He can feel his own orgasm impending.  I grip his cock with my pussy, clenching hard so that it tightens around him, creating more friction, aiding him in his release.  With one final deep thrust,  his cock jerks inside me.  I feel the heat of his molten cum filling me, as it pumps uncontrollably into my pussy.

We both feel immense sense of satisfaction, it was better than I could ever have anticipated. Such an intensely arousing experience ... I cannot wait to do it again...

© 2013 Angelgonebad