Filed under: Love, Writing | Tags: chocolate, erotic, erotica, hot, Love, sauce, saucy, Sex
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She dropped another marshmallow into the saucepan. It was his favourite concoction of hers – a thick gloopy drink of melted dark chocolate and marshmallows with some cherry liquor. He came up behind her, grabbed her shoulders with his large firm hands and kissed her soft neck. A tingle went up the back of her spine as his soft lips nuzzled her and his hands slipped round to gently massage her breasts. She turned off the hob and closed her eyes as she put her hands behind her back to unbuckle his belt and teasingly stroke his belly button.
His right hand moved down to pull up her dress as she rubbed up against him with her bottom. He liked it and pulled her even closer. Then he pulled her black dress over her head leaving her in her black lace bra and little French knickers. He turned her around and lifted her onto the kitchen counter.
He pulled off her knickers and threw them on the floor. She lay back as he lifted her knees back and began to lick her pussy, constantly stroking the inside of her lips with his tongue. He kissed her around her belly button and then went over to the stove. He dipped his finger in the mixture and sucked it. “Perfection.” He whispered and brought over the saucepan while she took off her bra and lay back down on the counter.
He stood over her and poured some of the mixture over her large squeezable breasts. Her nipples looked like cherries on the top of two large portions of chocolate ice cream. He swiftly tickled the tip of her nipple with his tongue and sucked off the chocolate. They simultaneously began to get warmer, wetter and harder.
She reached down and put her finger in her hole and then stroked upwards to circle her throbbing clit. Then she got off the counter and smiled as she took off his trousers and unbuttoned his shirt. He watched every movement of her breasts jiggle as she did this.
He hopped up on the counter and she wrapped her hand around his big smooth cock. She smothered the chocolate on his dick and tickled the end, like he had with her nipples. She enjoyed the tang of the cherry liquor as she rubbed him up and down and tenderly squeezed his rock hard rod.
He played with her hair and grasped it between his hands as she began engulfing more and more of his dick and sucking harder and harder. He groaned: he loved it. Now, all he could think about was fucking her until she screamed.
He pulled her hair back and she looked up into his eyes with an impish grin. Her pussy was deep, tight and soaking, ready for what was coming next.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: domination, erotic, erotica, lovers, Sex, spanking, submissive
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Her thighs throbbed as she rose from her dressing table and leaned over it. He strolled over and picked up the paddle brush with one hand as he firmly lifted her dress and pulled down her panties with the other. He watched her reflection in the mirror as she groaned orgasmically at every smack he gave. The rain had been gently tapping at the windows began to slash against it instead. Her breathing became euphoric as it accelerated to keep in time with every other throb between her thighs. She kept her eyes closed and when she bit her lip, he knew it was time to stop.
Already she was wet and her nipples hardened as she turned around and kissed him passionately. Sitting on the dressing table, she gently sucked at his lower lip as he pulled her legs apart and slipped three of his fingers into the front of her black lace pants stroking the inside of her velvet like lips. As his middle finger moved up to her swelling clit, the back of her knees began to sweat at the thought of him inside of her.
She could feel his strong hard cock against her hip begging to be released. He sat down on the chair and she undid his trousers while he swiftly pulled down her dress and began gently pinching her nipples.
She took off her panties and straddled him. Her hole became tighter as his big smooth cock entered her. So much so that she let out a scream of joy. She rode him, bouncing up and down whilst he kept his hands on her cherub round bottom, squeezing it every time she lifted it.
The rain bashed harder and harder against the window as she reached her climax and came over his lap. Out of breath and glistening in a moist glow of sweat, they lay still in an embrace for a few moments. “See baby,” she whispered as she got up, “I’m not late for everything.”
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Yes – I am a writer. But I have to pay my bills somehow. Have to keep up my momentum and discipline too. So I have been working in a call centre. I know what you’re thinking – scum of the earth. Well, that’s what people say about anyone doing an activated job. Anyway, what do you think it’s like for me? Making calls to people I don’t know all day is a monotonous and soul destroying task in reality.
But there are ways around that. Making sales is a good way to keep up your sprits, of course. But making sales is tough (usually because of the monotony). You need the tone and inflection in conversation that is as perky as having a spring in your step. There has to be connection in the first split second. And you will be constantly turned down, no matter how charismatic you are. So you need to have resilience, stamina and a vast amount of good energy reserved.
No matter what you do, though, sometimes this isn’t enough. Sometimes, the governing forces of the universe are against you. The more you struggle, the less energy you have. Without knowing why, you’ll end up on a downward spiral with no hope of even one sale. This quandary, I have yet to figure out. It is the quest for my success.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: BT rubbish, internet, lack of, moving, moving house, surf, surfing
Unless you’re acutely organised, moving house in a rush means no internet for a while. This has been my pleasure/bane for the last couple of weeks. I have not been able to procrastinate on facebook for hours, intermittently refreshing the Scrabble page in the hopes of another go. Instead, I have devoted my precious time to playing spider solitaire. SO far, I’ve won two games out of three. Who knew being off line could be so much fun?
But seriously, it has made me realise how important it is to spend time away from the internet. Even if it means having a notebook for writing down things I want to look up. I could call it the Google book. Sounds sexier than the look up in search engine book, don’t you think? If you have a better suggestion, comment below.
It is going to be hard though – a new kind of discipline that could be, nonetheless, very rewarding. Think of creativity I could allow myself if only I didn’t spend hours gawping at the computer.
Filed under: Telling stories | Tags: driving, environmentally friendly, public transport
For years, friends and family have tried to get me driving. And for years I have declined. Apart from the fact I am an awful driver with the attention span of a gnat, I have other objections. The main one being that it’s bad for the environment.
Who needs another car on the road when you live in the city and can use public transport. Living in the small city of Brighton,my main mode of transport is the bus. Here we have everyday people plastered up the double-deckers to advertise why it’s better to take the bus. “I take the bus to go swimming..” bla bla bla.
But when you sit down on one, what’s the first thing you think of? All the dirty arse, bogey ridden, alcohol sweating grossos that have sat there before you.
I shouldn’t complain too much. They aren’t covered in graffiti and the floors are pretty clean. Plus it’s great for people watching. But you really have to take the scum with the good.
For instance, earlier today, I was sat by a knackered, middle aged woman with two fists full of thick gold rings. She was effing and blinding on her mobile, threatening whoever was on the other end of the phone that she was going to “punch em in the ed”. Lovely. Opposite her was her blinged up daughter pimped to the max in fake gold jewellery from (presumably) Claire’s Accessories.
Yesterday, a young overweight mother came and sat by me with her two children, upteen shopping bags and their mini trolleys filled with processed crap. She decided to announce to her four year old (and the rest of the bus) that she wouldn’t be able to go to nursery any more because it was too much money. Despite her exhibitionism, she seemed like a lovely mum but didn’t notice her eldest picking her nose and wiping it all down the seat and up the window.
Moments like this make me want to learn to drive.
Filed under: Mental Well Being, Physical Health | Tags: fat, happiness, self perception, self value, weight issues, weight problems
Who says that taking a good look in the mirror means you have to scrutinize and criticize?
A study in Germany of over 7,000 adolescents found that ‘feeling fat’ had a greater effect on quality of life than actual weight. So basically it’s all about a confident state of mind. Isn’t that what that book ‘The Secret’ is about?
Having high self esteem seems to be the most important thing for overall well being. Another recent study found that positive thinkers live longer. You may think that sounds like rubbish but it does make sense: a light, positive energy is bound to make you happier. And we all know, when you are happy anything seems possible.
But trying to alter the view of yourself is really not that easy. Perhaps you need to constantly remind yourself. Like putting post-it’s in your room saying things like, “I am beautiful” or “I am thin”. Or maybe you could get hypnotised.
Filed under: Writing, journalism | Tags: current affairs, global news, media issues, Newpapers, news channel
Hand on heart – do you trust the media? I am not so naive that I believe in all their judgements of newsworthiness. But as a writer/journalist, I would like to think that newspapers are offering me a wide scope of news. After all, papers like The Guardian, Daily Mail, The Times and The Telegraph have been around long enough to know their craft. But, no – they’re rubbish.
Whilst on holiday the only two television channels we received was BBC World News and Sky News. Between them we had quality, ample information on many world issues including the hurricanes in America, Haiti and Cuba; the quake in China; the floods in India; and the presidential race to power in America.
When in Rome, I managed to pick up The Daily Mail. Yes, I know it is completely right wing and often associated with fascism but it has a fabulous puzzle page and it was a choice between that and the Daily Mirror.
Anyway, the front page was a story on Alistair Darling’s announcement that the credit crunch had brought our economy to the lowest point in 60 years. Whatever. The second page was about Tesco’s bad use of grammar. To you see what I am saying here? Extreme weather conditions all over the world causes mass destruction. Meanwhile we are spoon fed info on a supermarket changing its ‘10 items or less’ sign to ‘10 items’.
Sometimes, I wish we would get visited by aliens of a similar level (or higher) of intelligence. I think it would help unite the world. Maybe we would realise how connected we all are. And help us see that in the grand scheme of the universe, we are family.
When things get stagnant in your life, there is only one positive thing you can do: reshuffle the cards. So I’ve come up with a plan. Something reachable that I’ll enjoy and be good at. I’ve decided to teach English overseas.
So step one is getting a job in the meantime. Perhaps telesales or secretarial. Maybe a waitressing job on top of that. Watch this space.
