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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. 

Lust junction - part two

He gently breaks the kiss and works his way down the contours of my neck, lightly nibbling and peppering me with delicate kisses.  This drives me wild, and as a result of his sweet seduction, my nipples harden and my juices flow freely.  I am soaking wet and hungry for him, my body covered from head to toe in tiny goosebumps as I respond to his gentle touch.  I am wearing a dress as I had promised him. This pleases him, as it allows him easy access to the forbidden fruit he so desperately craves.  He very briefly looks around, then takes hold of my hand and leads me around a corner into a long, narrow, dimly lit alleyway.  We follow the path down the alley, stopping as we reach a dead end, blocked by a brick wall.  We are still able to see passers by going about their Buisness, but hidden well enough out of sight, away from prying eyes. 

Spontaneously he grabs my wrists, forcing my arms up above my head, using his body weight to pin me up against the wall, I put up no resistance.   Placing his mouth over mine, he engages me in yet another lustful, probing kiss.  My breathing quickens as he drops one hand to lift the hem of my dress, my heart racing as his hand makes contact with my inner thigh, stroking it gently.  In my mind I will him to move his hand higher as my clit begins to throb deliciously.  I am so aroused, I want him to feel the wet patch that has pooled in the crotch of my panties as I submit to his Dominance.  Then as if by some means of telepathy, his hand creeps further up my thigh and he starts to tentatively stroke my pussy, rubbing it through the intricate black lacey fabric.  He has noticed how wet I am, and this excites him.  Swiftly he moves my knickers to one side, then uses his fingers to massage my slickly coated pussy, slowly and rhythmically he starts his pleasure pursuit.  My lips part readily for him, giving him an open invitation to penetrate me with two fingers.  I close my eyes and tilt my head back, letting out a blissful moan. It feels heavenly.  My juice lubricates his fingers, making a soft squelching sound as he thrusts them in and out of my moist opening.  He withdraws them and licks them clean, his eyes locked on mine, gauging my reaction as he tastes for the first time the saltiness of my arousal.  He plunges them back inside me, removing them once more to smear my juice around my mouth.  Holding his gaze I seductively lick my sticky lips, tasting myself with the tip of my tongue.  A sudden rush of adrenaline surges through my veins, as we engage in this exchange, it feels so erotic and naughty to be doing this in a public place, where we could so easily be caught at any time. Once again he kisses me, devouring me, consuming me, feeding his own carnal desire.  He continues to finger fuck me.  I can feel the heel of his hand touching my clit.  I writhe in pleasure, rocking my pelvis, grinding myself against it to create the necessary friction I need to start me on the ascent to my orgasm.

Sensing my intention, he withdraws his fingers and turns his attention to my swollen clit.  He circles masterfully with skilful fingers, torturing me, teasing me.  He knows exactly what he is doing, I can already feel my impending orgasm starting to build.  I look down and a see the silhouette of his erect cock, bulging in his jeans.  Reaching down I caress and cup his impressive package with my hand, he is solid as a rock.  It is very apparent that he is gaining just as much enjoyment from this as I am.

My clit is now highly sensitive.  I continue to grind my pelvis to meet his strokes as the sensation continues to build in intensity.  My breathing has become shallow and slightly irregular. He continues to relentlessly massage my clit with purpose.  Then within seconds he has hit the spot and my orgasm is fast approaching.  My legs stiffen, my back arches away from the wall, I am taken to the point of no return;  I cum violently as my orgasm rips through my body. Delicious waves of ecstasy cause me to shudder uncontrollably as my legs buckle Beneath me. He manages to catch hold of me just in time, as I try my best to stay upright.  My vision is blurred and I am slightly disorientated. I am in a positive state of euphoria, and it is all his doing.  As I finally start to come down from my erotic high, he asks me how I am feeling. It is safe to say I am totally sated.  I look him in the eye, he knows he has more than satisfied me.  I smile at him and simply reply, "it's your turn now... We need a room".

To be continued.......

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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