Happy Birthday To Me!

Hey, sexies.  I hope Wednesday has treated you well.

I've had a busy week so far, catching up with menial everyday chores, enjoying the glorious sunshine... and by the way it's my Biirthday!

It has been exactly one year since I set up my blog site and what an adventure it's been so far.  My blog is steadily filling up with all of the short stories and general ramblings I have written to date.  I'm totally loving being a blogger/writer.

While my current blogger acount has served me well over the last twelve months, I feel now is the time for a revamp.  I've been told that my writing style is evolving and I feel that my blog should too.  So, for the past 24 hours, I've been building a new website to mark this milestone of my journey.

Remaining ever hopeful that I will publish my first book, The Chauffeur, before the year is out, I also have several other unfinished stories I'd like to share with you and I feel like my new site should be the place to do it.

I've been working hard.  Anyone who knows me will tell you I'm renowned for my lack of basic computer knowledge.  However, I feel I've surpassed myself.  I've actually managed to put together the foundations of my new site, with absolutely no help whatsoever and I'm pleased with how it's looking so far.  The new webpage is defintely more sophisticated and professional, and transmits the sensuality I try to convey in my stories.  I do hope you will pay it a visit when it's up and running 

In addition to a new site, I'm also going to be giving my Twitter acoount a make-over.  Some new imagery and a new twitter handle will be on the cards, as is a new Facebook page, all to coincide with the wesite launch.

I'll keep you posted!

XxX

Another Time, Another Place...

Hey, sexies!  I hope you're all having a good week so far.

Mr A's work commitments have taken him far and wide for the duration of the week, so yet again, I find myself alone with only my thoughts to keep me company.  I've utilised my time well and looked upon it as an opportunity to take stock of my life, without any distractions.

In Mr A's absence, I've been reflecting on the last few years of my life and how much things have changed for me, all for the better I might add.  I love my life at present and I'm blissfully happy with the journey Mr A and I are taking together, even though our relationship is still in its infancy.  How long will this happiness last? Who knows.  Judging things purely on the way I feel now, I'd love to say for eternity, but I never take anything for granted and I'm fully aware that in most instances, nothing lasts forever.

However, what I do know is that I'm where I am today because of the choices I've made.  Rightly or wrongly, all the things that have happened to me during my thirty something years on this planet (oh come on, you didn't think I was going to tell you my age did you?) have happened for a reason and were all par for the course, guiding me to where I am at this point in time.  Although I can't help but wonder how different my life would be, had I made different choices. 

The film Sliding Doors starring Gwyneth Paltrow is a great example of what I'm talking about here.  The film tells a tale of a young woman's life from two different perspectives.  It highlights how her life would have changed significantly, had she caught the train to work a minute later that morning.  The concept of the film is very thought provoking and begs the question that each of us has probably pondered at some point during our lives, I guess it could be defined as a 'what If' moment.

Not so long ago, I wrote a blog post on flirting.  I mentioned that I had had an encounter with a man named Alex and although this was many years ago, I still think about him from time to time.  Today happened to be one of those days.

I was 22 years old and in a long distance relationship when I first made his aquaintence.  He was 27, single and the friend of a female colleague,  On that fated day, he had come to my workplace to meet my colleague, Anna and was waiting for her outside as I left the building.  He caught my eye immediately and we engaged in eye contact.  He was gorgeous.   It was a strangely intense moment and although we didn't speak, I was captivated by him.  Tall, dark and ruggedly handsome, his gaze sent shivers down my spine.  Thoughts of our chance meeting occupied my mind for the rest of the evening.  Crazy how just one look could ignite such strong emotions.

Over the coming weeks we became more familiar, as he continued to show up at my workplace.

"He really likes you, you know," Anna informed me one day, as we discussed the fact that she was meeting him that evening.  "I thought it was blatantly obvious.  Why else do you think he keeps arranging to meet me?  He thinks you are the most beautiful girl he's ever seen, but I've told him you're out of bounds."

I remember my heart racing with excitement as I digested her words, it was music to my ears.  However, she was totally right, I was out of bounds.  Cheating wasn't an option for me, no matter how much I fancied someone.  

One evening, Anna and I had been invited to a birthday party at a nightclub.  She had forewarned me that Alex would be there.  I felt sure she was using some form emotional blackmail strategy to entice me to go along with her.  She knew I fancied him and even though I played my feelings down, she obviously saw through the façade.  She wasted no time telling me that it was a dead giveaway, that my eyes always seemed to light up at the mere mention of his name.

With no arm twisting required, I accompanied her to the party.  I was desparate to see him, to share the same space and breathe the same air as him.  He'd taken up permanent residency in my thoughts from the first moment I'd set eyes upon him.  Sure enough, he was there when we arrived, standing on the edge of the dance floor with a group of male friends.  My heart skipped a beat.  Our eyes followed each other around all night, stealing sneaky glimpses across the smoke filled room.  Cheeky smiles and flirtatious body language reaffirmed the fact that we were both feeling a connection.

Damn, I wish I was your lover By Sophie B Hawkins blasted out from the large speakers that hung around the club.  Holding hands, Anna and I made our way onto the crowded dance floor.  As we danced to the mid-tempo beat of the song, I became aware of his presence.  He had stealthily moved in behind me, grabbing my hips, he pulled me towards him.  I could feel the stiffness of his erection as he pressed it firmly into my arse.  His warm breath on the back of my neck caused my body to tingle, as we began to gyrate in unison to the music.  

At that precise moment, I wanted him, badly, but I'd had a lot to drink.  When the song finished, I took a reality check and once again reminded myself that I had a boyfriend.  Excusing myself politely, I made a beeline for the ladies toilets, leaving him stranded on the dancefloor, alone with his erection.  When I returned some minutes later, he was nowhere to be seen.

"Cock tease!" Spouted Anna, "don't lead him on, he's a really nice guy."

I wasn't leading him on, he'd encroached upon me that evening.  Maybe it was wrong of me to dance with him in that way, but the fact remained, I fancied the pants off him and couldn't get him out of my head.

Our flirtatious exchanges continued for several months.  I saw him more frequently on nights out with Anna.  The more we chatted, the more I got to know him and the more I liked him.  All who knew us said we had a definite chemistry and I wouldn't have disagreed.

Then one day, whilst on a shopping trip, I bumped into him.  He asked if I fancied grabbing a coffee, to which I agreed without hesitation.  It was only a coffee right?  I didn't consider it to be cheating.  

As he sat opposite me, we chatted at great length.  Our banter was typically flirtatious but never overstepped the mark at any point.  I felt relaxed in his company.  I'm not going to lie, as I watched the words flow from his mouth, I found myself wondering what it would be like to Fuck him, to feel his hands all over my body, to take him in my mouth.  I'd had a taste, albeit a brief one, I yearned for more.

Then, out of the blue, he asked me if I'd like to go back to his house for the afternoon.  It was a tempting offer, one I should have refused, but I didnt.  We quickly finished our coffee and off we headed.

We spent an hour or so looking through his extensive CD collection, he had a broad taste in music, as did I, suddenly this was something we had in common.  We sat on the floor amongst piles of CDs, chatting about our mutual love of certain musical genres and bands, when he spontaneously went in for the kill and kissed me.  I sensed it was coming, but still it stopped me dead in my tracks.  He tried to kiss me a second time, but I recoiled.  The look of embarrassment on his face spoke volumes.  He assumed it was what I wanted.  Maybe I had unintentionally given him signals that suggested I did, it was hard not to flirt with him.  Unfortunately it had to be the case of another time, another place.  Trying to do the right thing, I told him really liked him, but felt it wouldn't work.  He tried to make me see the error of my ways, but I stuck to my guns, as much as it pained me to do so.  I grabbed my coat and left his house.  His parting words still ring in my ears today.

"I hope he's worth it."

That was the last I saw of him.  He stopped meeting Anna at work and shortly after I moved away to be with my boyfriend.  We married at a later date and I gave birth to two, beautiful children, but sadly our marriage ended two years ago.

I often wonder what happened to Alex, was it a missed opportunity on my part? Could he have been the love of my life? It seemed like the right thing to do at the time.  That isn't to say that I regret how my life turned out, because I don't.  As I said before, I'm happier than ever.  I've often wondered if he ever thinks of me, I'm guessing probably not after the way we left things.  Although nothing happened, I will always have fond memories of him and hope that wherever he is in world he has found the happiness  he deserves.

XxX

©angelgonebad 2014

Game On

Happy Wednesday, sexies!

Due to Mr A's work commitments, I find myself alone on this glorious Wednesday morning.  So how exactly will I fill my time?

Well, as the dreaded bikini season is fast approaching, I figured today is a great day to start operation bikini body.  Sadly, my arse went south for the winter and hasn't managed to find it's way back!

As from yesterday I started paying more attention to my eating habits and will be exercising, hard.  Vanity is a harsh mistress. 

But there is also another reason behind my tortuous, self imposed regime.

In June I plan to run Race For Life in aid of cancer research, as I do every year.  Having lost loved ones to cancer, it is something that remains close to my heart.  As well as planning to thrash my personal best at the finishing line, I'm also aiming to raise more money than last year, in the hope that one day soon there will be a break-through cure for this cruel disease.

Race For Life is a great event to participate in, if not a little emotional and all the training before hand makes it a great way to get in shape for summer.  So get involved ladies!

http://raceforlife.cancerresearchuk.org/index.html

XxX

Shaven Haven Vs Lady Garden

Happy Wednesday, sexies!

I've just recieved shock news from a friend, who informs me that trends are shifting and pubic hair is making a comeback!

I know, it's always been there and most of us just choose to keep it at bay with our razors.  It now turns out that we should be throwing away our trusty Gillettes and embracing the hair down there, in favour of a more grown over, earthy look!

I can't say that i'm about to jump on board the bandwagon in the immediate future and return to the way nature intended it.  I don't mind telling you that it's not an idea that is likely to grow on me either.

I recently read an article in which Cameron Diaz was quoted as saying, getting rid of pubic hair is like saying you don't need your nose!  WTF, Cameron? The saying 'not just a pretty face' does not apply here, it's hardly the same thing now, is it?  Common sense tells you you'd have a pretty hard time without a nose, but what real purpose does pubic hair serve? 

Apparently it is there to act as 'cushioning' (against what I'm not entirely sure?) and prevent infection.  Now, as much as I see the reason for sporting a light smattering for the latter (although personally I've never suffered), I'm very sorry, but you won't find me walking around with a voluminous topiary shrouding my modesty, be it for cushioning or otherwise!

I'm afraid it's a definite no no from a vanity perspective for me.  I myself feel much more comfortable and hygienic when the garden is tidy and prefer not to let it become overgrown. There's nothing more embarrassing than going on holiday, dropping your sarong at the beach, then feeling that pang of horror when you realise that you forgot to tidy your borders.  You are then forced to remain covered up for the duration of the day, to conceal the Brillo Pad style thickets that are escaping involuntarliy from the side of your bikini bottoms!

I also have to ask the question, is pubic hair really that attractive to look at? I suppose if you are talking about a neat landing strip then to me that's ok, but I'm really not sure I would want to go down on something that bears resemblance to a salavating woodland animal, or what some may refer to as a hairy growler!

These days, even men are deciding they don't wish to be caught by the fuzz and are proudly manscaping, getting as a close as they dare get with a dangerously sharp blade.  I have to say I'm totally in favour of the new improved, smoother man.  Let's face it, ladies got the better deal in terms of design in the genital department, so a little penis preening can make the area much more inviting to work with, although I'm sure the same can be said for womens bits too! Surely no man wants to return to the dark days of foraging through his lover's dense undergrowth, like celebrity botanist David Bellamy, in search of her elusive bud!

Then there's the economy issue.  Over the last few years, beauty salons have been overrun with demands for waxing.   Brazilians, Hollywoods and vajazzles (totally pointless in my opinion); all popular ways of tidying up our wayward bikini lines.  Just think how much quieter a beauty therapist's day would be, should we suddenly decided to grow our lady gardens! Their wage packets would suffer considerably, I'm sure.

Regardless of public opinion and trends, I know I won't be taking a step back in time and opting for the DLT look (a rather hairy 80's DJ in the UK for those of you who didn't already know); less is more in my opinion, the smoother the better!  

XxX

Appointment With Pleasure

I waited patiently on the massage table, wearing only my panties and a heavy, navy Egyptian cotton towel to conceal my semi-naked body.  A full body massage was what I had been in need of for some time and at long last I had finally got around to making the appointment.  Staring at the varnished wooden floor through the face hole of the massage table, I could hear the squeaking of hinges as the door opened, then clicked closed, indicating that the beauty therapist had entered the room.  As I lay there in a vulnerable state of undress, the relaxing sounds of pan pipe music echoed subtly in the background, while the aroma of massage oil permeated the atmosphere.  Inhaling the sweet air with soft floral notes of jasmine and ylang ylang, I found it both calming and intoxicating.  The warm glow of the lightly scented candles cast flickering shadows around the dimly lit room. The ambience of the environment had drawn me in, emitting a great sense of well-being.  Already I felt in a state of relaxation.

The therapist approached the massage table but did not speak.  I had already been briefed on the procedure, prior to undressing.  Gently, she peeled back the towel. My spine tingled as she exposed my bare skin to the clement air of the treatment room.  Folding the towel, she tucked it around my hips, just under the elastic of my knicker-line, to keep it secure.  I did not feel her presence for a few minutes, but it was not long before she returned, rubbing her hands together, heating the massage oil in her palms to ensure it was warm upon application.

Deftly she placed her hands onto the centre of my back and began the massage. Standing beside the table, her hands glided across the length of my back in fluid sweeps, as she evenly distributed the warm oil.  Working her fingers into the taught muscles along my shoulders blades, I could already feel the benefit.  Her pressure was firm but bearable; the pockets of lactic acid that had been the source of my recent tension were being slowly dispersed.

Swiftly changing position, she stood above my head and began to knead the back of my neck.  Through my peripheral vision, I could see that she had discarded her shoes.  Her dainty, lightly tanned feet displayed immaculate toenails that were painted in a deep red varnish.  She had pretty feet.  I found myself strangely aroused.

She proceeded methodically, massaging the main areas of my body.  She started with my back, progressed to my arms, down to my hands and then finally onto my legs. Her hands firmly worked their way up the length of my inner thigh, stopping dangerously close to my crotch.  I took a deep inhalation of breath with every stroke, each one seemingly edging closer than the last.

A moments respite came when she turned her attention to the soles of my feet, massaging them deeply with a firm rotary technique.  What the hell was wrong with me today? I had indulged in many a massage in the past, but this one felt different; it was almost as if she was purposefully trying to tease me.

Suddenly she spoke, quietly, instructing me to turn over onto my back.  As she lifted the towel and held it aloft to cover my modesty, I flipped myself over on the bed.  She covered me with the towel once more, leaving my neck and shoulders exposed.

Taking a quick break, she re-lubricated her hands, replenishing them with fresh oil.  Returning to the massage table, I was now able to observe her in greater detail, as she continued to work on my décolletage.  She was around twenty-five years of age, blond haired, blue eyed and very pretty.  Her hair was piled high and soft wispy tendrils framed her pixie-like face.   I recalled being told when I had booked the appointment that my therapist’s name was Maya.  When she had greeted me upon arrival, she spoke with a Nordic accent, possibly Swedish, although her English was word perfect.

Her hands continued to circle in therapeutic sweeps, brushing the thick towelling about my torso, as she competently manipulated the area between my neck and chest.  Then without any prior warning she pulled back the towel, uncovering my bare breasts.

My nipples instantly hardened as cool air washed over me. She placed her oily hands on both breasts and began to knead my ample, fleshy mounds.  I had never had a full body massage before, so I wasn’t totally sure if this was standard practice.  I probably should have queried it, but it felt so pleasurable that I let her continue.  I had never experienced lesbian tendencies before; I was in a long-term relationship with a man who satisfied me in every way.  However, I was extremely turned-on by what she was doing.  Continuing with her tortuous massage, pummelling my body with vigour, suddenly I could take no more.

With an abrupt jolt I sat upright, startling Maya who was totally focused on the task in hand.  She stepped back, her face bearing a shocked expression.  Holding my gaze she remained silent, as if waiting for me to voice my disapproval.  I stared back at her, my breathing now heavy.  Unsure as to what compelled me to do so, I lowered myself off the massage table.  The heavy towel fell at my feet, leaving me standing in only my delicate black lacy knickers.  I approached her slowly, all the while her eyes were transfixed on me.  Standing before her, I hesitated before reaching out, my right hand finding its way into her hair.  I pulled her close to me and kissed her on the lips.  To my surprise she put up no resistance.  Eagerly she reciprocated, her tongue hungrily invading my mouth, as if she had already pre-empted that it would happen.  This provocative thought fuelled my fire; had this been her intention all along?   I could feel her hand working across my navel, her fingers then tracing a line up to the valley that separated my substantial breasts.  She cupped and squeezed my right breast as we continued to kiss.  My nipple stood firmly to attention as she grazed it with the tip of her index finger.   A warm ache radiated in my pussy, as I responded to her touch.  I could feel myself becoming wet, the crotch of my knickers absorbing my silken nectar, evidence of my arousal.

In a slow, seductive manner I took Maya by the hands and guided her backwards towards the massage table.  Raising myself up onto the edge, I spread my legs wide, allowing her to rest between them.  Pushing down onto her shoulders, I forced her to her knees.  Complying with my demand, she sank to the floor in obedience, without hesitation.  She knew exactly what it was I desired.   Rubbing my thigh with one hand, she peppered the other with soft, delicate kisses.  Her full lips slowly ascended up to my knickers.  Without prior warning she sunk her teeth into the soft flesh of my inner thigh.  I let out a cry, not one of pain, but one of exctasy.  She shot me a devilish glance as she rubbed her hand over my panties; my clit throbbed wildy as she teased me through the sodden material.  Gently she eased the scant lacy fabric to one side wasting no time to sink her mouth over me.  She began to suck gently upon my fleshy labia, which framed my moist opening.  I pulled her head in closer, silently commanding her to go deeper; my swollen clit desperately craved her attention.  Her tongue flicked and swirled about me.  Slowly at first, then firmer and faster as she sensed the climb to my orgasm had begun.  She continued to lap, her saliva mixing with my flowing juices.  Higher and higher I climbed, her relentless tongue showing no mercy until she finally pushed me over the edge.  I came violently, the warm waves of my orgasm rippled through my body over and over again, sending me into another world.  Never before had I experienced such an intense orgasm.

As I slowly regained my composure, I noticed Maya had begun to undress.  It was evident that she had no intention of letting me leave without first making her cum too.  One by one, she slowly unbuttoned her white therapist’s dress, entertaining me with a provocative strip tease that was a sight to behold.  Seductively she pushed the dress off her shoulders and I watched as it dropped to the floor.  She stood before me, wearing a cream sheer bra and knickers, and neutral coloured lace top stockings.  I envied her youthful physique; Slim and leggy, she looked gorgeous.  I wasn’t ashamed to admit to myself that I fancied her.  The silhouettes of her erect pink nipples were clearly visible through her bra, the crease of her pussy peeked through the matching see through knickers.  I wanted her.  I wanted to explore her, taste her and devour her in the same hungry way she had just devoured me.  She walked towards me and grabbed my hand.

Edging off the bed I rose to my feet.  She led me around the corner to a wet room tiled from floor to ceiling in stone, with a single gold shower-head mounted upon the wall.  She sauntered over to wall and pulled a leaver, which turned the shower on.

A fine defused spray rained down upon the tiles as the room steadily began to fill with steam.  Taking me by the hand she led me under the steady flow of hot water.  The oil coating my skin had created a water resistant barrier. Droplets of water formed tiny pearlescent beads that ran off my body.  Maya was drenched; her sexy underwear clung to her perfectly formed body.  She was a beautiful mess, carefree and totally oblivious to her smudged mascara.  Grabbing my wrists she pulled me onto the floor of the wet room.  I stared up at her as she slowly began to remove her knickers.  A stream of water ran down her lithe body and dripped off her tidy lips as she discarded the delicate garment, kicking it to one side.  Sinking to her knees she pushed me back.  Casually I leaned onto my elbows, supporting my weight as she forcefully pushed my legs apart.  Straddling me, she slowly lowered herself down over my pussy in a scissor-like fashion and I could feel the wet lips of her clean-shaven pussy make contact with mine.  Immediately she began to grind herself into me, our moist folds locked in an intimate kiss as she writhed rhythmically.  This felt heavenly; I could feel a second orgasm building.   She persisted relentlessly, harder and faster, using me to make herself cum.  I showed no objection, my hips gyrated to meet her thrusts as she moaned with pleasure.  I sensed she was close too.  We continued to pound away at each other, our juices mixing together as we fucked under the soothing spray of the shower.  Maya came, releasing a drawn out moan as her body shuddered around me.  My own orgasm followed shortly after.  Climbing off, she laid down beside me.  Taking me in her arms she held me in a comforting embrace and delicately kissed my forehead, a wordless show of appreciation for what we had just done. We lay in relative silence, gathering our thoughts before she clambered to her feet, picked up her knickers and left the wet room, leaving me forever with the lasting memory our intimate experience.

In the distance I could hear the faint sound of a voice calling my name.  The voice became louder and I soon felt the presence of a hand gently shaking my shoulder.  I opened my eyes, I must have been dreaming.   Maya was standing beside me as I lay on the massage table, carefully trying to rouse me from my erotic yet impromptu slumber.  She needed me to vacate the treatment room as she had but minutes to prepare for the arrival off her next client.

Acknowledging her apologetically, I shrouded myself in the towel and proceeded to gather my clothing.  Maya smiled and left the room allowing me some privacy to dress.  As I pulled my jeans up over my hips I was aware that my knickers were slightly damp.  How did that happen I thought?  Perspiration maybe?   I had felt hot underneath the confines of the towel.  Once fully clothed I left the treatment room. As I made my way out of the room I was aware of some discomfort, my jeans annoyingly rubbed on my inner thigh as I walked.  I passed Maya once more in the corridor.  She glanced at me as she walked on by.  A knowing look laced with an element of wickedness.  No, surely not.  I had most definitely dreamt the whole thing.  There was no way it really happened….  Or did it?

©AngelGoneBad2014

 

Halcyon HumpDay

Hey sexies!

Check me out! two blog posts in one week, impressive huh? I advise you to make the most of it, as it's probably never likely to happen again!

I've had a great HumpDay, mostly spent writing about humping, with a few hump related activities thrown in for good measure.  A great way to add a bit of spice to gloomy wednesday such as today.

In the presence of the ever sexy Mr A, who never fails to brighten the dullest of days might I add, I was quite astonished at how focused I have been.  Seems to be a rarity these days and certainly wouldn't have been the case had Mr A not had his own shit to sort out :/ 

I felt it necessary to take a brief break from writing The Chauffeur, as progress has been slow and relatively non productive of late, although I'm still set on getting it finished before the summer.  To keep my creative juices flowing, I decided to pen a new story and completed the first draft this afternoon.  The aim being to post it over the weekend once it has been tweaked several hundred times!

I have especially enjoyed writing this one.  The story centres around a naughty girl on girl first encounter at a beauty salon, with an added twist.  This is my first attempt to date at writing lesbian themed erotica, so I hope it translates well.  I also hope at this point my writing is starting to develop it's own style and my stories become more descriptive where needed. As for my punctuation... Well, one step at a time Hey! ;) 

Please look out for it and I hope you enjoy...

                           XxX

       

My Everything

Have you ever had someone enter your life who is like no other you have ever met before?  Someone who brings out the best in you, who makes you feel alive, allowing you view the world from a different perspective, like a blind person who is suddenly given the gift of sight?

Do you have that special someone who is your first waking thought?  Taking up permanent residency in your head, dominating your daydreams when they are not around.  Do you cherish every moment spent in their company and feel a void when you have to say goodbye, if only for a short while. 

Have you ever felt so in tune with a person that you can anticipate what they are about to say before they have even said it?  Do you at times, sense what that person is feeling, without he/she uttering a single word?  Do have someone who is equally like-minded and ticks every box on your compatability list?

Are you privileged to have someone who tells you that you are the most beautiful person in the world to them? A person who sees past your flaws and embraces them because they are all part of you?

Have you ever had an uncontrollable thirst that only he/she can quench? Where every glance, every kiss, every caress drives you wild with wanton desire?  Do you ever feel a constant ache between your legs, no matter how many times he/she makes you Cum?  Does it feel like each time you fuck you are taken to new heights of physical pleasure, a lust so passionate and intense that you feel totally as one?

Do you have someone who has had such an impact on you and your life, that you never wish to imagine a world without them in it?

Until I met Mr A, I had never felt such a wide spectrum of emotions.  Out of the blue he turned my world upside down, set it on fire and fucked me fifty shapes of sideways!   He inspires me in everything I do, fuelling the emotion and passion in the sex scenes I write.  He is my life, my love, my soulmate and above all he is my best friend.  I'm loving every step of our journey together.

XxX

©AngelGoneBad2014

How Do You Like Your Steak Sir?

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To flirt or not to flirt? That is the question...

So, we're now at the start of February 2014 and some time has lapsed since I last posted anything on my blog (four months actually).  My eBook is progressing nicely, but I'm taking a brief break from it, for today I'm in the mood for a topical debate.  I thought for my first post of the year, I'd pick a subject that most people can relate to.  My chosen topic is Flirting.

Whether it be online, on a dance floor at a party or merely an exchange of glances between two strangers on a busy high street; I think it's safe to say that at some point each of us has engaged in a little flirtatious activity.  Harmless flirting... Nothing wrong with that... But is there really such a thing as harmless flirting and at what point does flirting become unacceptable?

Some might argue that flirting causes no immediate problems in happy, healthy relationships that are built upon trust.  My sister's long-term boyfriend has often been known to leave my sister in the company of flirtatious men for his own amusement.  He trusts her implicitly and knows she would never act upon such advances.  Others might insist that anyone in a happy and healthy relationship should not feel the need to look beyond that relationship, as they should be totally fulfilled by the person they are with; and to some extent, I agree.

Once upon a time, I was in a relationship where any attempt to flirt would have been met with consequences, so it was easier not to.  That was until Alex, (not his real name) came along.

I had been with my then boyfriend for around 5 years, we met at a young age.  Alex was a friend of a collegue, who regularly visited my place of work.  He was gorgeous and showed me the kind of attention I had not recieved in a long while.   We instantly connected.  I fancied him something rotten and our chemistry quickly became apparent to others.  We innocently flirted for around 3 months, until he decided he wanted to take it further.  The fact that I was in a relationship meant I had to draw the line.  At the time I loved my boyfriend and it would have been over between us had he found out.  I still think about Alex from time to time, even though nothing ever happened between us.

Today, my new partner is somewhat different.  We both agree that flirting is ok, as long as neither of us oversteps the mark... But what if one half of a couple is excessively flirty, while the other isn't? Can it take its toll on a relationship?

Should a flirt be more sympathetic to his/hers partner's feelings and stop if it starts to cause heartache? There is nothing wrong with being intrigued by people you find attractive surely? After all, we are human.  However, if it causes upset, should a person have to put up with it? There's a time and a place for everything.  If flirting translates as an exchange of glances or a few words laced with innuendo, then that can't be classed as cheating, can it? At the end of the day, the flirt is still going home to his/her partner at night and no deceit has been committed. 

Let's look at it from another perspective. 

What if the actions of a serial flirt begin to have a profoundly negative effect on his/her partner's self esteem, instilling a feeling that they are never quite enough for their partner?  Imagine that person feels they are never attractive or slim enough.  What if it makes them feel they no longer satisfy their partner and they fear that their partner will be unfaithful.  Would it be justifiable for the partner of a flirt to express their unease towards their lovers' behaviour, without being branded as possessive, jealous or clingy? Or in the worse-case scenario, when should the partner call time and walk away? I also raise the question, if the person doing the flirting is in a supposedly 'loving relationship' then how would they feel if the tables were turned? 

A friend of mine is in long term relationship with a serial flirt.  She tells me they are very happy.  Her boyfriend, on many an occasion has been spotted out and about flirting with anyone who will allow him to lavish himself upon them.  He often appears in photographs on social media sites, draped over gorgeous women and thinks that this is acceptable behaviour.  However, evidentily for my friend, (who is drop dead gorgeous might I add) the rules change somewhat on her nights out.  The minute her partner sees her chatting or even glancing in the direction of another man, she is more often than not ushered out of the bar/club she is in.  Her unnecesarily possessive boyfriend can normally be found lurking in the background waiting to pounce.

The words  'Double' and 'Standards' spring to mind.  

What's good for the goose is good for the gander, especially as said friend has always tolerated her boyfriend's flirtatious ways and has never once been tempted to stray.

 

Lets take a look at sexting:

Two people sharing a sexual fantasy or scenario via messaging/email, who in many instances never meet.  It may be said that if sexting is used to complement a mundane relationship, then it could also be deemed acceptable.

Here's an example:

Mr and Mrs X have been married for several years.  They love each other dearly.  Unfortunately, their once vibrant and exciting sex life has fallen by the wayside due to the humdrum routines of daily life.

Mr X has started chatting to someone on Twitter.  Her AVI intrigues him.  A picture of stocking clad legs is all he has to go on, that and her online banter.

They make a connection and before long they have exchanged DMs.

Mr X doesn't disclose the fact that he is married.

Their banter becomes more flirtatious. Before they know it, their words have become more teasing, as they start to express their lust for one another.

They are effectively sexting.

Although Mr X really has no idea who he  is talking dirty to on the other end of the DM, he continues to engage her, sharing with her his most intimate fantasies. It becomes an addiction.

He describes in great detail things he would love to do to her.  In return she tells him in depth how she would reciprocate.  This is a huge ego boost for him.  He can't remember the last time he and Mrs X shared this kind of intimacy.

He feels that as he is doing it from the comfort of his living room as Mrs X watches Eastenders, he is not technically cheating.  Deep down inside he knows that Mrs X would be heartbroken should she find out what he is up to.  He deletes all messages.

Mrs X remains oblivious to her husband's shenanigans for now at least, as she gets lost in the latest plotline of the soap opera.

One thing she has noticed, is that her husband has started to be a lot more attentive in the bedroom.  She likes it.  It makes her feel good knowing that he is still attracted to her.  He makes love to her much more passionately these days.  

Little does she know, all the while he is visualising fucking the stranger who has given him many an erection through words alone.

Flirting can either make or destroy a relationship depending on the kind of relationship you have... So while flirting  can be just harmless fun, be mindful of your partners feelings and make sure you are not jeopardising a great relationship to get your kicks!

I'd love to hear your views on flirting, either at @badangel74 or 

iamangelgonebad@gmail.com 

See ya soon sexies xXx

Blog Hop Interview - Tag, You're It!!!

When I was recently invited by my writer friend Neil Winnington, to partake in this blog hop interview, I jumped at the chance.  Being a fledgling erotica writer I've never had the opportunity to do anything like this before, so naturally I feel rather honoured to have even been considered.  A few weeks ago Neil was asked to participate and nominate three other writers to answer the same questions I will be answering today.  I was thrilled when he tagged little old me, along side two more established writers, Charming Man and Marie Rebelle.  Find out more about these incredible writers here, and be sure to check out their blog hop interviews.

  http://charmingman.com 

  http://rebelsnotes.com/

I'd also like to take a moment to thank Neil for his endless support and belief in me as a writer.  You can check out his responses to the questions here:

http://enwinauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/blog-hop-interview-tag-youre-it

So, without further ado, let's get started with the interview, shall we?

What are you working on right now?

I'm currently working on my first eBook, The Chauffeur, which I hope to have completed and ready for publication some time during early 2014.  So far, I'm finding the process very exciting, if not slightly daunting.  It's completely new territory for me.  The story focuses on an illicit encounter between a young woman and her chauffeur.  After breaking down in the middle of nowhere and unable to call for assistance, they find some naughty ways to amuse themselves.  It covers the topic of outdoor/public sex, which I find very arousing.  There is something seriously hot in knowing that you could be caught at any time.  The stories I have written to date are relatively short and sweet. They cut to the chase and get straight down to the nitty gritty with minimal anticipation.  Within this book I'm trying to be more descriptive.  I want to set a good scene with a slower build-up to the act itself and include an element of romance.  On paper, the story hasn't even got into full swing yet, but I know exactly where it's going.

How does it differ from other work in its genre?

I wouldn't say that it differs tremendously from a lot of other erotic short stories I have read, I haven't really made a conscious effort for it to do so.  I'm really just concentrating on finding my feet and working to develop my personal writing style.  However, I suppose I could argue that it is unique in its own right, as it comes from my mind and my fantasies.  I'm certainly allowing my inner pervert a free rein with this.  What turns people on varies from person to person and this is my take on an outdoor sex scenario. Whether it will arouse those who read it still remains to be seen, but I do sincerely hope it has the desired effect.  For me when I read a story, especially within the erotic genre, it has to be believable.  I find it easier to connect with the characters and the plot line if I can relate to it in some way.  So that's what I hope to do, create something that people will find sensual but also realistic.  I'm sure as I evolve as a writer my ideas will be become more perverted.

Why do you write what you do?

 

I'm glad you've asked me that.  I'm quite a sexual person and when I'm not engaging in the act, I think about it a lot! I'm also a total fantasist and the simplest of things can trigger a dirty thought in my mind.  I've always been a bit of a book whore and partial to a racy read.  The first erotic book I ever read was Forever by Judy Bloom, when I was around 15 years old.  It was quite controversial in its heyday, as it dealt with teenage sexuality and was very graphic for a book aimed at the teenage market.  I do seem to remember it was banned at my school for that very reason.  It was the first time I'd ever been turned on by something I'd read and I became hungry to digest more books like it.  Sadly nothing else came close.  I then progressed to the odd Jackie Collins and Jilly Cooper novel in my late teens.  I devoured their explict words, much to the dismay of my parents, who viewed that kind of thing as being being porn on paper.  After joining Twitter in 2012, I discovered a wealth of great erotic writers on my timeline.  My kindle suddenly became jam-packed with erotic stories that I'd downloaded after following the writer's links.  I was once asked by a writer friend if I'd ever thought of having a go at writing myself.  She thought that with everything I'd read, I must surely have some good ideas as a basis to write something of own.  At first I laughed it off; yes, I love reading, but I had certainly never entertained the thought and certainly didn't believe I had the flair to become a budding writer.

Earlier on this year my personal circumstances changed.  A series of events led to a discussion with friends about life being too short and the importance of seizing opportunities while we still can.  We decided between us that we were each going to try something new.  That was when I decided to try my hand (no pun intended) at writing erotica.  For a few months I'd already been writing my thoughts on paper, as a means of dealing with what was going on around me.  What I wrote was expressive and even though my punctuation totally sucked, I thought maybe I did have the potential.  Combining my love of sex and the written word suddenly became an appealing hobby to me.  I immediately put pen to paper and within days I had the first draft of my story, Lust Junction. You can view other things I've written here: http://angelgonebad.blogspot.co.uk/?m=1  

I write mainly for my own pleasure.  I love the therapeutic value it provides me, whilst allowing me to become completely incapsualted in my own fantasies.

How does your writing proccess work?

 

Hmmm.. That's a good question. I wouldn't actually say I have a strict proccess.  It usually starts with an idea that randomly pops into my head, quite often when I'm out shopping or have no pen and paper to hand.  I've found myself rushing to get home before now, so I can make a note of my thoughts as quickly as possible.  Once I have my idea, I have a brainstorming session.  I determine my starting point and how I want my story to end, the bits in the middle come later on.  I then start to think about my main character, deciding on who he or she is and from which perspective I'm going to tell the story.   I decide upon the secondary characters, outline a brief plot, then I just go for it.   I'm still a total novice and probably need to become a bit more organised in that area, but I suppose that will come with experience.  As long as I get the words down on paper when I plan to, then I'm happy.  I love the emotions that writing sex scenes can draw from me.   I'm right there, as that person in the scene.  It's totally draining, but in the nicest possible way. 

 

Well that's the interview over and I must say I enjoyed being under the spotlight for a short while.  I hope this has given you an insight into what makes me tick... Next up to answer these questions on the 21st October  are some of my other amazing writer friends:

Amelia Bryant

http://ameliabryanterotica.blogspot.co.uk/?m=1

Benjamin McQueen

http://transportsofdelighterotica.blogspot.co.uk/?m=1

And last.. But not least

Mike http://01society.wordpress.com/

Hope you enjoy their work as much as I did xxx

Scratch That Last Statement!!

Hey smut lovers!!!!

Very recently I posted the first two instalments of my first short story, Lust Junction, with promises of a third and final part to be posted in the not so distant future.  However, after a brief discussion with a friend the other day, I've had a change of heart...

I have now decided I'm going to save the third part and have a go at self-publishing all three instalments as my very first eBook! (I know How mean of me, Spank me now!!).  The completed story actually turned out to be much longer than I'd originally anticipated it would be, so I thought why the hell not?!

So, if you want to know what becomes of the horny couple after they exit the train station, then I'm afraid you are going to have to wait to find out.  I will keep you updated on its progress...

To make up for the fact that I'm a huge tease, I plan on posting something equally as naughty to wet your appetite, while I work on turning Lust Junction into an eBook.  This should be interesting, given my non existent background knowledge of computers.  As I have mentioned once before, I do like a challenge.  So wish me luck and think of it as delayed gratification! 

                      Laters xxx

Mad About The Boy - By Guest Blogger N.J. Winnington

Kate was one of those women where you knew exactly where you stood. She'd tell you things as they were and if it was in your best interest to hear some home truths she wasn't afraid of being the one to do it. She was eminently practical and worked as an administrator, leading a small team with the same lack of nonsense she employed in everything else she did in life.

Even her recent divorce was handled in the same practical way. She still had great affection for Ted, and their marriage had been a good one with 15 years of relative bliss, but the passion had hardly ever been there and although still on great terms with each other, the spark had gone, and they'd drifted apart.

So it had all ended amicably, selling the house and sharing everything with no animosity at all, although their friends and family were still in a state of shock some two years later, and she hadn't felt the need for a new man in her life. At 38, she felt those days had passed, and listening to the young girls in the office cooing over boys they'd met on holiday reinforced her belief that she was well out of it.

"We should go to back to Magaluf this summer, the lads were lush!" Demi declared.

"Yeah, but I need to top up my tan before I go" Chelsea replied, "I can't get on the beach looking this pale."

Kate, listening quietly, smiled inwardly at the superficiality of the conversation, and wondered if such things had ever mattered so much to her in her youth… Probably, she concluded as the conversation went on…

"I've arranged to get new hair extensions done and there's this new nail place opening in town!" Demi continued.

"Oh stop!" Chelsea squeaked, "My cousin went there and her nails are Ah-Maze-Ing!"

"I was thinking red to match that killer dress I got!"

"Oh that'll look so hot!" Chelsea agreed.

"Where are you going again?" Demi asked Kate, suddenly drawing her into the conversation she had been internally mocking up to that point.

"Newquay."

"Where's that?" Chelsea asked.

"Cornwall."

"You should go to Spain or Greece!" Demi advised, "Get hammered and get laid!" she laughed.

"Oh, I'll leave all that to you two," Kate smiled, relieved to see the other senior member of her team return from her lunch, with a parcel under her arm, which she juggled slightly as she placed it on the desk in front of Kate.

"…Leave all what to them?" Susan asked, curious about the conversation she caught the tail end of, "I caught the DHL guy outside on my way back," she explained as she left the parcel and returned to sit behind her own desk with the cup of coffee she had brought back with her.

"Sun, sand and STD's," Kate joked.

"Oh!" smiled Susan

"Was that Kate's DHL guy?" Chelsea retorted trying to deflect the criticism of her lifestyle back on her boss.

"Oh stop!" Kate retorted with a dismissive wave of the hand.

"Oh yeah..!" Demi agreed with her young colleague, "He's really got the hots for you, Kate!"

"Oh give it a rest!"

"No, he does, Kate!" Chelsea insisted, "He always looks disappointed when you're not here!"

Kate looked over to Susan who cocked her head to one side and nodded. Outnumbered, Kate just stayed silent to let the conversation die.

"Have you got everything packed?" Susan asked, realising a change of tack was called for.

"All ready to go in the morning," Kate smiled, contemplating the week away where she could relax and read a good book or two.

"Who are you going with?" Demi asked.

"I'm going on my own."

"…On your own?" Chelsea squeaked.

"Yes."

"That sounds boring to me," the young girl said.

"…Yeah!" Demi agreed.

"Well it suits me fine," Kate assured them

In the morning she loaded up the car and set off for Cornwall travelling most of the way by motorway, mindful that the son of the woman who owned the cottage she was renting would be waiting to hand over the key at five as arranged.

The sat nav took her all the way without any problems. The sun was shining, and the traffic was light once she got past Bristol, with only the caravan convoys of the retired who swelled the population of the South West at this time of year.

The cottage was situated just outside a village, and the young man was indeed there as she pulled up outside, stepping through the front door, with the distracted air of someone who had somewhere better to be. When he eventually did speak, though he was polite and to the point…

"Kate?" he asked as he stepped through the front door of the little stone cottage.

"Yes," she confirmed, "…Daniel?"

"Yes," Daniel replied looking to the passenger door of the car, "You're on your own?"

"I am, yes."

Daniel just shrugged as though surprised. "Come on in, and I'll show you around."

The tall young man stooped as the wooden beamed ceiling reached down to try and clout him on his head at every opportunity, and the small reception room complete with an open fire was small and picture perfect. The little kitchen continued the theme, with a small but sturdy oak table again perfectly matched the characterful room, with modern appliances tastefully rubbing shoulders with the vintage origins.

The tight, steep staircase led to equally beautiful rooms, with the larger master bedroom being particularly tastefully and sympathetically decorated, a thought interrupted by catching Daniel looking her up and down thoughtfully through the corner of her eye.

"It's beautiful!" Kate declared.

"I suppose so," Daniel replied, somewhat blasé now about the attractions of rural life.

"…And thank you for the tour."

"It's okay," Daniel replied nonchalantly, handing the key over before starting back toward the village on foot, without glancing back as the warm evening sun laid it's milky blanket over the beautiful scene.

Kate didn't need long to unpack, finding the oak drawers in the bedroom a delightful touch and making her feel slightly envious of young Daniel who was obviously unaware how lucky he was to live in such a beautiful place.

She caught herself checking herself in the full length mirror to see what he'd been looking at earlier though. Her shortish brown hair wasn't out of place. She might not be obsessed with keep fit classes or diets, but there was no unsightly love handles on her size 12 figure.

There were no unsightly or embarrassing coffee stains, and nothing out of place. Her blouse wasn't see-through, and her breasts hadn't yet completely lost the battle with gravity even if they weren't as pert as they once were, and her jeans were reasonably tight. Well whatever he'd noticed, it wasn't anything embarrassing.

She cooked herself a simple meal using a few things she had brought with her, and settled in the reception room with a novel for company. It was the perfect start to a much needed break.

The next couple of days were spent sightseeing and enjoying her escape from the cut and thrust of city life, but on the third day she made her way into Newquay itself, and with the warm sun promising a nice day, a read on the beach seemed like a good idea.

As she settled into her novel her gaze occasionally broke off to look at the surfers making there repeated forays out in search of the perfect wave. Kate had always wanted to try, but always had a reason not to go through with it. Now she felt the time had past and it was a youngster's sport, shaking her head as that thought was rubbished as she spied a man with grey hair and round a belly stretched his wet suit like a giant blister, making it clear even from a distance, that this was no kid stumbling about and falling off so often.

Kate shook her head. No doubt a wetsuit would make her body look like a sack of spuds. What kind of idiot would leave themselves open to such ridicule? She sought solace within the covers of her novel and left the kids to show the old man up for the mid-life crisis he was obviously having. She smiled to herself with another little shake of her head.

A couple of hours later she was interrupted from putting her beach towel in the boot of her car by a voice coming from somewhere by the car alongside hers.

"…Perfect weather!"

Kate turned to see the middle aged surfer, with his wetsuit disturbingly unzipped and the top half pulled down and hanging from his waist, a white hairy chest complete with man boobs and his belly spilling out as though the rubbery outfit had split and given up the battle.

"…yes," she agreed politely.

"I was out there surfing!" he declared.

"That would explain the wet suit," she observed, smiling.

"…Oh …yes!" he laughed, "I noticed you on the beach…"

Kate steadied herself for what was to follow…

"…Your husband didn't come with you today?" he enquired.

"I'm divorced," Kate replied.

"Oh… well maybe I'll see you around?"

"Possibly…" Kate smiled politely. Opening her car door and stepping in, "Got to dash. My boyfriend's waiting!"

She almost felt sorry for him as his face dropped, but as she sped off the sense of relief turned into a fit of the giggles.

That evening she decided to walk into the village and visit the pub, and approaching the stone building which vied with the church as the focal point of this small village. Rounding the last corner brought the slight hum from the revellers within into earshot, but just as Kate was closing in on the door a roar rose up from inside the building, which made her heart sink "They must be watching football!" she thought to herself.

The door opened to reveal a busy pub within, wooden beams on the ceiling decorated by polished brass ornaments and every age group was present.

Kate eased her way to the bar, where she recognised one face, "Hi Daniel," she smiled.

"Hi," he smiled warmly, "What are you drinking?"

"Oh, that's very kind of you," she smiled, as the older man next to Daniel stepped aside to let her get closer to the bar, "a cider?"

"…Scrumpy?" the landlord asked

"Oh yes, please!" Kate replied enthusiastically, "It's busy in here tonight!" she declared as another roar rose up behind a wall at the far end of the room.

"…Skittles!" Daniel explained.

"There's a team down from Devon, and they're taking on our boys in a league match," the landlord continued.

"…How exciting!"

"I'll show you, if you'd like!" Daniel offered.

"Yes please! I've never seen a game of real skittles."

With a fresh glass of cider each they rounded the wall to find the skittle alley and the scores very close as team members took turns to bowl the wooden ball down the alley at the skittles stacked at the other end.

Daniel explained the rules, which aside from the smaller ball and less sophisticated appearance seemed similar to ten pin bowling. The excitement built as the scores stayed close until the visitors finally pipped the home team.

"Would you like to have a go?" Peter, the home team captain asked, after being introduced to Kate by Daniel.

"I'd love to!" she beamed.

Daniel and Peter, helped and encouraged by members of both teams, then introduced Kate to the game of skittles with Peter then suggesting a game, with the two team captains playing Daniel and the newcomer.

Again it was close, which Kate modestly assumed was a symptom of the amount of cider everyone, including herself, was consuming, and hugs to celebrate or commiserate between Daniel and herself broke down any barriers and by the end of the game they were giggling like children rather than two people a decade apart and the hugs continued as they relived moments in the game long into the evening.

The cider gradually loosened her up, and controlled withdrawn Kate became a giggling teenager again and was a little surprised by the warm glow inside when Daniel offered to walk her back to the cottage.

They were giggling as they rounded the last corner to walk the last stretch of road to the old cottage, "Shhhh!" Kate hissed loudly in a fit of giggles, "…we'll wake the neighbours," throwing her arms around his shoulders and putting a finger on his lips before realising what she was doing and pulling back as though to apologise.

"Why don't we give them something worth twitching their curtains for!" he laughed with his hand now resting on her arse.

"Naughty!" she giggled waving a finger at him, "I'm old enough to be… your big sister!"

"Young enough to be attractive," he replied as they faced each other hovering as though a kiss was imminent.

Daniel seized the moment and their lips met. For a moment the kiss seemed heavenly, but she suddenly sobered up for a moment and pulled back, smiling as she responded.

"You, are a naughty boy… a very nice… tempting, but naughty boy!" she giggled.

"Age is just a number," he smiled, leaning forward to kiss her again.

The kiss made her head spin, and as they broke off she put her finger back on his lips, "…a very naughty boy!"

They walked the last few steps side by side, with Daniel's hand resting comfortably on Kate's waist and her head on his shoulder. They made the last few steps take an eternity before she stood with her back to the front door facing Daniel who was pressed up against her, hovering for another kiss. She could feel the bulge in his crotch through her skirt.

"Thank you," she began, as he gave her the first kiss on her lips, "It's been a wonderful evening," a longer kiss, and for the first time their tongues brushed against each other briefly, "…Oh my!"

It was clear by now that Daniel wanted to follow her inside. The battle raging within was that she wanted him to!

He took the key from her hand and put it into the lock alongside her in the door, and turned the handle, the door swung open with Kate following it backwards, overwhelmed by events unfolding.

She stepped aside as Daniel closed the door and then they rushed together, passion unleashed she clasped her hands on his cheeks and kissed him hard, his hands rising from her waist to her breasts, squeezing gently as they edged toward the sofa.

Daniel slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders and kissed her neck as he pulled the dress down. Her breasts were sensitised by her hardening nipples. He squeezed them again and licked the pert nipples as she fell backwards onto the sofa with Daniel on top.

She struggled to pull the t-shirt clinging tightly to his muscled torso over his head as their passion reached fever point and she hitched her knees up and wide to grip his ribs and the bulge in his crotch pressed against her now damp white cotton knickers. Licking and sucking her other nipple before kissing his way up toward her neck and lips once more he was feeding her with sensations which built one on top of the other to send the tingle into her pussy from a trickle of juices to a veritable flood.

His left hand frantically reaching under her skirt along the outside of her thigh, finally reaching her knickers, and with little subtlety or delicacy yanked her cotton pants down in frantic jerky movements. Kate in turn, reached down and unfastened his belt and the buttons on his jeans as though they were on fire and burning him.

Both of them were breathing heavy as finally she pulled his boxer shorts past his rock hard shaft, and guided him toward her eager pussy, now tingling like crazy as the orifice lubricated. Feeling the head of his cock touching the entrance of her wet pussy she pulled his jeans and boxers down over his arse and gripping a cheek in each hand pulled him in and gasping as he poked it deeper than expected with the same lack of subtlety she remembered from her teenaged experiences, and with a couple more thrusts to get all his cock into her Daniel quickly built up to an enthusiastic and fast rhythm, Kate panting as each thrust poked home.

She moved her hands from his ass cheeks and scratched all the way up to his shoulders digging her nails in. Her knees gripping his ribs tightly and her panting now included soft whimpers as his cock slap, slap, slapped into her wet vagina, with a loud FLOSH FLOSH FLOSH as his shaft splashed into her.

The whimpers had given way to full blown moans now as he fucked her hard and fast, she felt a wave of sensations radiating out from her pussy, arching her back, which brought a hard thrust to push her back down in reply. As her back once again met the sofa his rhythm increased to a blistering pace and both approached an enthusiastic orgasm.

"Yes…YES… YESS …YEEESSSS!" she screamed as she got sooo close to coming before feeling his cock stiffen and hot jets of his cum jetting into her… "Oh yes…Come into me… Give me you cum!" she said, grabbing his arse and pulling him hard inside her and biting his shoulder as the last drops dribbled out of his cock. Her knees gripped his ribs even more tightly and she kept encouraging him…"Oh yes Daniel… Cum in me… Feed me your cum… Oh GOD, YES!"

Daniel collapsed onto her and rested his head ext to hers.

"Thank you!" she purred, "That was wonderful!"

He laid there for a few moments before getting up and then got up, pulling his jeans and boxers back up and grabbing his t-shirt as Kate straightened herself up and met him with a kiss before he opened the door and stepped through.

In the morning Kate took a little while to comprehend that what happened really DID happen. A chair moved as they brushed past on their way to the sofa and the cushions on the floor reminded her that it had. She smiled to herself, "Well that was out of character, Kate," she told herself as she sat in the kitchen warming her hands around a cup of tea.

She spent the day around the cottage, relaxing and reading more of her book in the morning, and going for a little walk after lunch.

By evening she had decided not to go back to the pub. Although he didn't seem to be the bragging type, she didn't fancy all eyes being on her as people discussed the events of the night before. Not that she felt she had anything to be ashamed of. It was a bit of fun and no-one had been hurt.

So it was a bit of a surprise when there was a knock at the door that evening. As the door swung open to reveal her young lover her eyes widened and her pulse quickened.

"Daniel!" she smiled.

Whatever he planned to do went out of the window as a rush of blood went to his head and he stepped inside.

Again, as the door closed behind him animalistic desire took over and they met with a passionate kiss… staggering through the room pulling each others clothes off until, by the kitchen they were both down to underwear.

Kate backed up to the kitchen table as Daniel reached round and unhooked her bra and then pulling her knickers down as she sat on the edge of the table and spread her legs invitingly while reaching down and pulling his boxers down to his knees. She then grabbed his throbbing rod and guided it toward her now wet pussy.

Her young lover wasted no time upon feeling his cock brush against the entrance of her soft, pink pussy he thrust in, making Kate gasp.

The passion was frantic and he went about his business with eagerness and energy that came with youth, grabbing her thighs and thrusting into her from his hips and building up to a rhythm that was fast and constant, like a machine he thrust enthusiastically until his balls slap, slap, slapped into her now soaking vagina.

"Oh… Oh… Oh… Ah… Ah… AH!" she moaned as he rifled his shaft in and out.

As quickly as it had begun he built up to a blur. A tidemark of her juices showing how deep his cock had been as it glistened and slap, slap, slapped in before he let out a loud roar, slammed stiffened cock in hard and Kate felt hot spurts of cum shooting into her.

She grabbed Daniel's head and rested it on her shoulder as his energy was briefly sapped.

Not much was said, Kate leading him by the hand upstairs once he had recovered from his exertions, going to the bed room where they stripped off and made love repeatedly until their sticky, sweaty and exhausted bodies lay entwined on the bed. The sweet aroma of sex filling the room, and there they stayed until fingers of morning sunlight poked through the curtains.

The next few days the couple saw each other at least once a day, and the sex was just as intense as it had bee in the kitchen. Once meeting on a path near the village, Kate lying back on a grass verge, her knickers tying her ankles together and knees wide as he thrust his cock into her.

When he was done and spent she pulled her knickers back up and they carried on walking and giggling as though nothing had happened. His cum dribbled out of her freshly used vagina, staining her cotton knickers.

Handing the key back was a matter of passing it to him over the breakfast table as by the end of the week Daniel was spending every night with Kate, and she returned home with fresh memories of their last session.

The following Monday she arrived to face a familiar conversation from the two young girls.

"It's going to be Magaluf then!" Demi declared after tapping away on her computer.

"…Oh- MY-GOD!!!" Chelsea squealed clapping her hands.

"A holiday isn't a holiday unless I get utterly plastered and laid… Oh… No offence, Kate!"

"…None taken!" Kate smiled. If only they knew…

Extract taken from Ages of Sin available in Paperback and on Kindle from Amazon and can be found along with other titles published by Neil Winnington  on his Author Page on Amazon

www.amazon.com/author/neilwinnington.