Freya St David, 13 – Goddess With The Strawberry Blonde Hair

Pretty nurse Freya St David looked in the mirror and a Goddess with strawberry blonde hair looked back at her.

She stood barely five feet tall and was slender and pale.

Her skin was flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed and on this occasion she was.

Freya was twenty-eight years old to the very day but looked much younger and she was a first class flirt.

For the first time in years, she was going out with her besties on her birthday.

The previous five years of birthdays had been spent with her ex-boyfriend.

But he was now history, and good riddance, she had suspected for some time that he was shagging her best friend then out of the blue he confessed to her one night. 

From that moment on Freya took her pleasures where she found them.

Suffice was to say that the friend who betrayed her would not be celebrating her birthday with her that year or any other.

But despite it being her birthday she wasn’t her normal sparky self that day.

The first thing that brought her down was that she still hadn’t heard word one from Captain Hardman.

She had even paid a visit to her old patient Sergeant Lewis’s flat on the fifteenth floor of Gladstone Court to glean some information but there was no one home.

And the bloody lift wasn’t working again.

And the second thing that brought her down was the lead story on the evening news that said six British soldiers had been killed in Afghanistan.

Nonetheless Freya forced herself to go out and with the aid of alcohol she forced herself to enjoy it as well and with every single man she met she flirted outrageously.

But she had resolved before she left home that she wouldn’t be doing anything that night other than flirting that was her intention at any rate.

So, for Freya’s twenty eighth birthday she was invited out with her best friends which started with a fabulous meal at a Lebanese Restaurant which had been named rather unimaginatively as Beirut.

None of them had eaten Lebanese before, so guided by the waiter they ordered the house special platter which consisted of a large range of meat, not at all unlike kebab meat but with much more sophisticated spicing.

They all enjoyed the meal very much and copious quantities of wine and after settling the bill they all headed to a club called the Pull Zone.

Freya decided she was going to put it to the test and see just how much of a “Pull Zone” it actually was and without the necessity of any prolonged exchanges of significant flirting she hooked Adrian.

Adrian wasn’t the best-looking man she flirted with or the best dressed and his dancing left a lot to be desired but what made him her first choice was that he was obedient.

Whatever she asked him to do he did it without question and as a result she didn’t buy a drink for the rest of the night.

Just on one o’clock though she was starting to flag and told everyone she was leaving, Adrian offered to walk her to the taxi rank, clearly hoping for a return on his not insignificant investment.

They were walking arm in arm down the high Street when Freya suddenly turned left without any warning.

“That’s the wrong way” Adrian said

“No it isn’t” she insisted

“It is” he said “the taxi rank is the other way”

“I need to spend a penny” she replied and walked across the church square until she got to some bushes.

“Wait there” she ordered

And Freya disappeared into the shrubbery where she squatted down pulled her knickers aside and relieved herself making a noise something akin to a racehorse pissing in a courtyard.

When she reappeared to where Adrian was standing, he said

“Wow”

“Were you watching?” Freya asked

“Yes” he admitted

“Really?” She asked

“Yes” he repeated

“Well, there’s hope for you yet Adrian” she said and dragged him into the bushes she had just come out of.

Freya backed up as far as she could, with her back flush to the church wall and kissed him, which he seemed to enjoy well enough, but much to her annoyance, he was a bit slow on the uptake and made no attempts to get to any of her interesting bits.

Eventually after a prolonged period of intense kissing she pulled her mouth away and said with some urgency

“Feel free to join in at any time you’re ready”

Adrian just looked at her blankly as he thought he was joining in.

“Don’t worry” she said and pushed him away to put some distance between them and first of all slipped her knickers off and then pulled her top up until it was under her chin and fully exposed her little titties.

“Have you ever heard of an “access all areas” passt?” she asked him.

Adrian nodded in the affirmative

“Well you have one sweetie” Freya said

After a moment Adrian’s blank expression lifted as it dawned on him that it was his birthday as well. 

“Ah” he exclaimed as the penny dropped.

After that there was no holding him and he undid his trousers and waddled towards her like a penguin and then resumed the kissing before he got both of his hands up her skirt and grasped a buttock firmly in each hand and lifted her off the floor.

In response Freya wrapped her skinny legs around him and in a gracefully fluid motion he was inside her and they grunted and groaned in the darkness with the cheeks of Freya arse slapping on the granite in accompaniment to his efforts until he banged her to a mutually satisfactory conclusion.

 

They stayed in their conjoined position panting hard in the darkness for about a minute until Freya said

“I think I need to pee again now, and no you can’t watch”

She replaced her underwear and generally adjusted her apparel and they walked back to the high street where she kissed him goodnight and headed back to the club

“I thought we were going home” he said

“No I’ve got my second wind now” she shouted “Bye”

Which in plain English meant he was dumped, he had served his purpose, she could easily find someone else to buy her drinks.

 

 

 

PICTURES OF LILY

 

 

Her hair was dirty blonde, shoulder length
Curly like loose ringlets cascading down
Her face was Mediterranean, dark, dusky
Eyes black as the night sky in winter, brows
Thick and dark, nose pert, mouth full and pouty
Her skin smooth as polished wood, her figure
Like a Rodin carving of perfection
Dress this in silk and lace, you have passion
Her soft breasts hidden within delicate lace
Hips, buttocks, femininity similarly
Her legs sheathed in stocking of black silk
Stiletto heels shaping them perfectly
A vision as this is not as it seems
It's the airbrushed woman of my dreams

Choice Tales from the Vale – (019) A Rosie Memory

 

Kevin Bush was a 16 year old callow youth born and raised in Lower Gracewood, a quiet and unexciting village near Finchbottom.

It was more than 20 years ago in the Vale and when he was still only 16 and he was invited to a house party at the home of the friend of a friend in Finchbottom.

He wasn’t going to go at first, house parties weren’t really his kind of thing, but he allowed himself to be persuaded and as it turned out he was glad that he had because that was when he first saw Rosie Byrne.

She was way out of his league of course he knew that right from the outset, Rosie was five years older than him for a start and drop dead gorgeous into the bargain, with jet black hair, stunning green eyes and great breasts, but he figured there was no harm in looking, so he did, at every opportunity.

Anyway after a couple of beers he got brave and started to flirt with her and he was really chuffed that she flirted back, though Kevin actually thought she was just being a really good sport.

They kept up the mutual flirtation for a while and then Rosie asked for a refill of her glass so Kevin reluctantly went off to the kitchen.

He thought it was probably just a ruse to get rid of him because she had tired of the converse but he didn’t mind, after all it had only been a bit of fun.

However much to his surprise and delight, not only had she not done a runner while he was in the kitchen but she was waiting for him in the hall and steered him expertly into the utility room and planted a hot wet kiss on his mouth.

After a few moments their mouths parted long enough for him to put the drinks down and get a short sentence out.

“I thought we were only flirting”

“You have a lot to learn about women” she said closing in on him again.
“Perhaps you could teach me then” he suggested
“Ok” she replied and leant her face towards him and gently touched her lips against his.

“A little more I think” he said
“You’d like me to teach you some more?” she asked smiling.
“Oh yes” He replied and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him then their lips met again and their mouths opened on contact and it then progressed with tongues flicking.

He had never had a French kiss before and he desperately hoped she wouldn’t notice.

She pulled herself away from his over enthusiastic efforts and looked into his eyes and smiled.
“You're not a bad kisser” she said kindly
“You're obviously a good teacher” he told her

“You haven’t seen anything yet” she said as she unzipped his fly and smiled lustily at him as she watched the pleasure on his face as her soft hand stroked and tugged on him.

Rosie stopped her ministrations suddenly and giggled before dropping to her knees where she wished she could see what expression of pleasure played on his face as her mouth eagerly enveloped him.

The experienced Rosie was expertly taking him to the very brink time and time again only to let his passion recede until on the last time she let him explode in her mouth and she greedily swallowed his seed.  

“Now that’s better than flirting isn’t it?” she said wiping her mouth

“Oh yes” he agreed

 

“Bye lover” Rosie said when they emerged from the cupboard and he watched her walk away as they went their separate ways and as the party was by then in full swing their paths didn’t cross again until after midnight when Kevin was leaving to catch the last train home.

As he walked towards the station Kevin was reliving his intimate encounter in the cupboard with Rosie, and he hadn’t walked more than one hundred yards along the road when a car pulled up to the curb in front of him.

“Hey lover” Rosie called as he passed alongside the car

“Do you want a lift?”

 

Being a teenager and his mind being full of every lurid detail of the earlier blowjob he was sporting a hard on even before he got in the car.

“Thanks” he said and Rosie drove away and turned left at the end of the road.

“The station is the other way” he pointed out

“We’re not going to the station” she replied

“Where are we going then?”

“Think of it as another cupboard” she replied lustily

“Oh”

The metaphorical cupboard turned out to be a picnic area in Gracewood where it was time for Rosie to be on the receiving end when Kevin lost his cherry in the back of her Ford Fiesta.

 

OH LOOK

 

Oh look

A glimpse of thigh

As her legs cross

Young girls

Hipster clad

Showing thongs

Fail to titillate

But the young woman

In the lemon dress

Illuminated in the sunlight’s shaft

Excites the senses

A well-endowed Philly

On an adjacent table

Leans forward suddenly

And her breasts

Rearrange themselves

Delightfully

I feel no shame

As I view

A curvaceous beauty

A shapely leg

Or well-sculptured ankle

Pert well formed buttocks

Plump or perky breasts

But nothing tarty or vampish

No bare midriffs

Or obscenely short skirts

Less is more

I feel no shame

For letching

Where’s the sin

In looking

They are god’s creation

Well packaged

Why would he

Give us such delicacies

If he intended us not to look

So where’s the sin

Even if I am the vicar

BREASTS (CINQUAIN)

 

Breasts

Perky, Bouncy

Pert, Rounded, Plump,

Filling A Blouse Well

Breasts

TIGHT FIT

 

My first girl friend

Was amply proportioned

Not fat,

Not even plump

Rounded

If she’d been a sofa

She’d have been well upholstered

So why on earth

When she had a size 16 arse

She insisted on wearing

Her sisters size 12 pants

Only God only knows

And he won’t split

Though I’m surprised the pants didn’t

Anyway I digress

The small knickers

Didn’t add to her desirability in any way

Nor detract from it in fairness

On the contrary

I think in more than one sense

It did make me want to get her pants off

Even more.

 

Now when it came to tights

She took the word literally

Now the tights may well have been

One size fits all

But the one size did not include her’s

On her legs they looked good

She had great legs

It was her hips that were the problem

In so much as getting her tights off

Now on most occasions this was not a problem to me

It was only when,

We wanted to

Not to put too fine a point on it

Partake of a spot of Rumpy

Getting her undressed then

Was no mean feat

Pulling her tight down

Was like pulling a porn star off your mother

Or that plastic wrapping off a frozen turkey

 

Her bra was no better

Being designed

To fit a 36 b

When she was actually a 38 d

Her breasts were squeezed out of shape

Like lumps of kneaded bread doe

And when you managed to unhook her bra

Which took both hands

And a knee in her back

They popped out like a pair of jack in the boxes

Or one would spring out like something

From a bizarre novelty cuckoo clock

Striking the hour

Or would lunge out

Like a deploying airbag

 

All her other clothes

Fitted her perfectly

It was only her underwear

That she got wrong

She was only sixteen then

Oh, happy days

Sweet sixteen

Sweet as candy

For unwrapping

And it was not an unpleasant experience

Unwrapping her

I spent three exhausting years

Laboring at the task

Made all the more pleasurable

As she had two sisters

For me to unwrap

GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS

 

Suzy the fluesy is fun in the Jacuzzi

Jude the prude is really rather rude

Tarty Marti is a must at a party

And silly Lily is a very frisky philly

 

Slender Brenda is really very tender

Whacky Jackie likes to smoke her backy

Crazy Daisy is perhaps a little lazy

And trendy Wendy is extremely bendy

 

Plain Jane is certainly not mundane

Immoral Coral has a tendency to quarrel

Handy Candy is often rather randy

And mean Jean is frankly just obscene

 

Steady Teddy is almost always ready

Bobbin Robin can get me throbbin

Shirty Gurty so easily gets flirty

But it’s rosy Rosie with whom I get cosy

LOLITA’S SLAVE

 

This sexually precocious Lolita

Who so enflamed my Ardour

This most vivacious temptress

I longed to hold and caress

Infected me with her allure

And with no antidote or cure

She holds me captive in her spell

And simply bends me by her will

SAPPHO’S INTIMATE KISS

 

In my nakedness I surrendered to her

Yielding to her dominance

Like a bitch before her alpha

Proffering my soft underbelly

She knelt before me

And pushed my thighs apart

My head swam

And my heart beat hard in my chest

Blood coursed through my veins

And roared in my ears

Then she leant forward

And kissed my quivering belly

And began her southerly progression

Moving slowly and purposely

And kissing my skin along the route

She paused to nuzzle my bush

Savoring the scent

Then she arrived at the source of my anticipation

The mound of eager flesh

The expectant petals open

Moist like a dewy rose

Then her tongue touched the petals

Of my moist blossom

And my body shook

With each clitoral stimulation

Of this oral assignation

My body quaked in spasm

Of each successive orgasm

Until I reached that enviable state of bliss

Thanks to Sappho’s intimate kiss

PANDORA

 

Pandora was a bit of a trollop

You’d often find her round the docks

Though she would disagree

And thought herself a bit of a fox

But what made her more doxy than foxy

Was the odour from Pandora’s box

Freya St David, 12 – Goddess Of Asgard

Freya St David was a pretty nurse with strawberry coloured hair, she was barely five feet tall, slender, and pale and she was from Tipton in the northern most part of the county.

Freya was twenty-seven years old but looked much younger, her skin was always flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed, and she was a first-class flirt.

Yet she never did anything more than that and she really enjoyed flirting.

And that was as far as it ever went until the time that her pig of a boyfriend, who she had suspected was shagging her best friend, confessed it to her one night. 

And from that moment on she took her pleasures where she found them.

Well, that was until she had an epiphany, or more precisely when she met Captain Hardman.

 

As a district nurse she had a number of regular home visit, terminally ill or housebound patients which kept her very busy, but she had a few days off.

But despite having the time off she was still having a very busy week and by the time she returned to the District Nursing office she would probably relish the change of pace.

She had spent the week in her little two-bedroom house on a modern development in Abbeyvale doing chores.

It had now been six weeks since she had danced the night away with her Captain and it had left her in a quandary.

She had curbed her appetites because her thoughts kept wandering to Jonathon Hardman, she was still horny as hell, but she had lost her focus.

However, she still hadn’t heard from him.

Which was why when she was told she had to take some leave she had decided to spring clean the house from top to bottom to keep herself occupied.   

She had dusted, vacuumed, washed, mopped and polished, and bedding was washed as was every curtain.

So, by Friday lunchtime the whole house was gleaming.

As she admired her handiwork Freya was wearing knee length blue and white striped dungarees over a white vest top and a smug look of satisfaction.

Freya had just put the kettle on when there was a knock at the door.

She opened the door and a man of about her age was standing there.

“Can I help?” she said

“Freya!” the man said

“Yes, that’s me” she said

“Its Gary” he said, slightly put out that he had to give his name. “From Tipton”

“Oh Gary” Freya said “I didn’t recognise you”

“Apparently so” Gary said

Gary was her first boyfriend and her first sexual partner.

 “Come in” she said amused at his annoyance

 

They were sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee when she asked

“How did you find me?”

“I got your address from your mum” he said

“Why?” she asked

“Well, I knew I was going to be in Abbeyvale and I thought I would look you up”

He replied unconvincingly

“You never were a very good liar” Freya said

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot recently” he confessed

“Your mum told me you were still single”

“Oh yes” Freya said suspiciously and cleared the cups to the sink.

“I think we should get back together” he said

“What?” she said and turning around in surprise

“We were good together” Gary said

“We were just kids” Freya said “And we haven’t seen each other for ten years, we’re strangers”

“Never strangers” he said

“And you’re married” she said

“Separated” he corrected her “permanently separated”

“I’m sorry to hear that” Freya said

“She betrayed me” he said with affront

“So, you want to get back with me to spite her” she said

“No Frey” he replied “You’ve always been the one”

And he leant in and kissed her and in spite of herself she kissed him back, he was always a good kisser, so she joined in.

And as part of her response to his kiss she laced her skinny arms around his neck and pulled her whole frame in close.

His hands began on her back but quickly descended to settle on her pert little buttocks.

Freya was so close to him she could feel his erection which grew with each passing moment.

“Let’s go to bed” he suggested

Freya was quite horny but going to bed with him, when she’d just put clean bed linen on?, not a chance.

“No” she replied “you can have me here”

She broke away from his embrace and walked on to the rug in the middle of the kitchen and with her back to him she first unhooked the straps on her dungarees and let them drop to the floor.

Then her white cotton knickers followed before she sank to her knees on the rug presenting her nether regions to him.

He began undoing his trousers but then hesitated

“We shouldn’t be doing it like this,” he said

“Shut up and do me,” Freya instructed

He completed the removal of his trousers as instructed and then he knelt behind her and did her on all fours on the kitchen floor.

Freya thought he had improved somewhat since their last joining ten years earlier though not excessively so.

But nonetheless he rogered her to a juddering climax.

 

A few minutes after they uncoupled Freya had quickly redressed herself.

“Well, that was pleasant enough” she said

“Only pleasant?” Gary responded

“I’m afraid so” she replied

“So, what about us getting back together?” Gary asked

“No” Freya replied

“You always were a slut” he said harshly

“And you were always dull” she replied and opened the front door. 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (018) Acting Their Ages

 

Yvonne Maher was a fifty-one-year-old divorcee and Tom Haggerty was fifty two and a widower and they were both spending there latter middle years alone.

Neither of them had children from their respective marriages and had no extended family to speak of.

They also shared the dubious honour of having dallied with younger lovers, much younger lovers.

Yvonne lived alone in a large detached Georgian house in a well-heeled leafy corner of Shallowfield

Yvonne was only just over fifty, but none the less she was the wrong side of that particular milestone, but she wasn’t a lonely divorcee because Yvonne had a wide circle of friends.

 

Tom Haggerty lived in a quaint Tudor cottage in a quiet suburb on the posh side of Childean.

He was fifty-two years old and recently widowed and immediately after his wife’s death he seemed to suddenly appear on the radar of the local spinster’s, widows and divorcees in and around his own age.

 

Tom had had a short breathless affair with a 23-year-old yoga teacher which he ended.

But since being on his own, truly on his own he had harked back to his youth and the days before his six pack became victim to too many six packs.

His middle-aged physique tended more towards the party seven than a six pack.

He also reflected on his old girlfriends of the day with their firm buttocks, flat stomachs and gravity defying breasts which stirred his loins in his lustful nostalgia.

Part of him wanted to return to those carefree days of youth.

When all that teenage sex was so wonderful, when he had such limited sexual experience, and so much of the fun was in the learning.

All the reminiscing left him with a certain longing, but he knew the past could not be relived or recaptured.

 

At the same time Yvonne had gone through a long exhausting affair with an estate agent 25 years her junior.

And although he stimulated every cell in her body with monotonous regularity for the sake of her health and sanity she decided she would look after her own wants and needs and kicked him into touch.

What she craved was something he couldn’t give her.

She was looking for a companion, a confidant and a friend and not just someone to bang her brains out.

 

One of Tom’s biggest gripes at having such a young girlfriend was the dullness of her pillow talk.

Wendy was born into a generation that had so many means of communication at their disposal, yet she still had nothing meaningful to say.

There was a lot to be said for being with a woman who was wrinkle free and supple, but it was what was said afterwards that he craved.

 

Yvonne was immensely flattered at her age to attract the attentions of such a young lover, but the price for such toe-curling sexual encounters was too high to pay.

What she longed for was to be with someone with life experience, someone she could have a proper conversation with in between the love making or even instead of it.

It didn’t have to be deep and meaningful converse just a bit more intellectual than he said/she said.

 

What Tom and Yvonne both wanted was someone they could talk too, not about anything earth shattering, it could be as simple as a common history or shared knowledge, someone who knew the name of the dragon in Ivor the Engine, or someone who watched Brief Encounter and didn’t think it was funny, someone who had heard of Biafra, Aberfan and the Torrey Canyon or remembered when there were only three TV channels.

Someone who remembered being able to play music at the wrong speed on a gramophone and who remembered having to wait for the black and white TV set to warm up.

Just someone who understood what the other was saying and wouldn’t stare vacantly at you when you mentioned an event that happened pre-1990.

 

Both of them had put a stop to their respective cradle snatching relationships and put their hopes in something more age appropriate and eventually their wishes were answered one day when a mutual friend introduced them to each other at a dinner party.

The friend was Lynn Cooper who lived on Teardrop Lake, her daughter Jane did the cooking.

During the course of the evening in between the main course and desert Tom leant over and asked

“Do you remember 8 track stereo?”

Yvonne smiled and nodded and all at once realised the significance of the question.

 

They both got their wish answered and they had their first date a week later which presented them both with more concerns.

Whenever you reach a certain age in life you will have acquired to a greater or lesser degree an unfortunate body shape and gravity becomes your enemy and a simple mirror becomes something to be avoided.

He never had doubts when he was doing the horizontal jog with the widows and spinsters but this time the image in the mirror dented his self-confidence, this time it mattered.

It was completely irrational, after all it was the same out of shape middle-aged body that had “Bendy Wendy” wetting her knickers all summer long.

His face had stood the test of time and he was genuinely quite presentable for his age when dressed in an expensive suit, it was just when he was out of it he was likely scare the animals.

He really liked Yvonne and he was hoping that would be reciprocated and he would get lucky and without being conceited he was confident he could leave her satisfied, so to speak, he’d made Wendy scream more than once.

If he got that far with Yvonne, he was sure she wouldn’t regret it but his great fear was that he would leave her disappointed with his natural appearance, she might have a more refined palette.

He wanted to fulfil his hope of soon reaching a level of intimacy with the not unattractive divorcée Yvonne Maher.

 

Yvonne had been having much the same internal discussion as she stood before her own mirror the only difference was that she had been doing it for three hours longer.

Her body was in quite good shape she hadn’t given birth or had a hysterectomy, so her body had not reached the level of decline that some of her contemporaries had.

Plus, she had been put through a long intimate summer workout by the gardening Estate Agent which had kept her well limbered up.

Finally, she deemed herself satisfied with the final look, she just hoped it would suffice for him.

She had high hopes of Tom Haggerty, she was hopeful he might fill the hole in her life.

She sniggered at the thought of him filling her hole as she dressed in her most flattering silk undergarments complete with stockings and suspenders.

 

Yvonne had spent five hours getting ready which involved applying endless lotions, potions, creams and balms as well as expensive underwear.

And all the time she was dressing she was imagining Tom undressing her.

And when she looked at the final result of her efforts in the mirror, she had no doubts at that moment she would get Tom into the bedroom but with everything removed she was worried he might not want to go back for seconds.

 

The date went very well, dinner at the Brown Windsor in Shallowfield and then back to Yvonne’s for coffee.

The kiss came while they waited for the kettle to boil and the moment their lips met Tom was more concerned about bringing Yvonne to the boil.

They were both strangely nervous, so Yvonne went upstairs on her own to prepare herself and Tom followed ten minutes later and undressed quickly on the landing.

He slipped silently into the semi darkness of the room and she was already in bed and he quickly joined her.

Yvonne turned onto her side as he got in and they cuddled up face to face, as his hands caressed her, he found she was naked but for her lace topped stockings, and he liked that very much.

They kissed then in the semi darkness and Yvonne signalled her intent when she took hold of his cock.

The kiss grew with intensity as Toms hands sort out first her plump breast and then her welcoming lips which opened like the petals of a flower and he frigged at her wetness as she continued to play with his shaft until he rolled her onto her back.

As he climbed on board her thighs parted obligingly and she gripped his cock once moor only this time she guided it between her eager lips, and he slowly slid into her.

Yvonne held her breath momentarily at the instance of penetration and then closed her eyes as she leant her head back into the pillow and sucked in air through her teeth as she received all of him.

 

She writhed beneath him and moaned softly as her stocking clad thighs gripped him then she squirmed as she reached that ecstatic point, the breathless hinterland between being rooted to the ground and the gravity defying release of orgasm.

Tom looked down on her as she softly moaned and writhed as she came with a deliciously sweet utterance that briefly preceded his own climax.

 

“That’s more like it” Tom said to himself as he withdrew from her and she let out a sigh.

And as they lay cuddling in the afterglow Yvonne thought to herself

“That was very acceptable”

They had made love for the first time, and that was the difference, making love was so much nicer than just having sex.

There may not have been any risk of being orgasmed to the point of unconsciousness by Tom but nonetheless the whole evening, particularly the last part of it was

“Very acceptable indeed”

At the same time Tom was thinking that while Yvonne may not have been as agile, pliable or have the same stamina as a woman half her age, like Bendy Wendy, but Yvonne was just what he was looking for.

And as they lay breathless in the darkness, they had the most banal and trivial conversations into the small hours and when they had finished instead of making love again they just cuddled up and went to sleep.

There would be plenty of time for more love making and many other interesting conversations.

 

 

WHEN AUNTY RUTH CAME TO VISIT

 

My Aunty Ruth came to visit

She wasn’t my real Aunty

She was my mum’s best friend

But she was a real beauty

Oh, what a sight she was

To gladden a young mans eye

As she crossed her legs

Exposing an expanse of thigh

Another adjustment of her posture

Disclosed she was naked underneath

I could see right up her dress

All the way up to the heath

She knew I was looking at her

And I went very red indeed

Though I don’t know if she knew

That I filled my pants with my seed

YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE TO ASK

 

You don’t even have to ask

I am at your beck and call

If you have the urge

You can have me up against a wall

You don’t even have to ask

You don’t need to say please

Just snap your fingers

And I’ll be on my knees

 

You don’t even have to ask

Just unzip your trouser fly

Then I will do the rest

I’m always here to satisfy

 

You don’t even have to ask

We don’t even need to kiss

Just use me as a vessel

I will never ever resist

 

You don’t even have to ask

I am at your beck and call

But today like every day

You don’t notice me at all

WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR?

 

Are you looking for someone perchance?

To partner in physical love’s erotic dance

It doesn’t matter to any of us though

If you just want to go at it with gusto

Maybe you have a penchant for a tart?

One of easy virtue but one with a heart

Or do you hanker more for a nympho

A raver to satisfy your burning libido

Does your bent lean towards a temptress

Or someone you can use as a mattress

No I think you look for more from your life

You are looking for a girl to be your wife

DOWN AT THE BEACH

 

The beach was deserted

And silent

But for the gentle breaking of the waves

They were both naked

Her on her knees looking out to sea

He knelt behind her in the moonlight

Smelling her hair before nuzzling her neck

His hands were on her ample hips

His nuzzles turned to kisses

As his fingertips brushed

The soft flesh of her nakedness

His hands slid upwards across her silky skin

To caress the cupolas of her breasts

And as his fingers teased her swelling mamilla

She turned her head toward him

And their mouths met

In wet hungry consumption

As passion intensified

He slid one hand slowly down across her belly

Fingers dallying briefly

In the lushness of her bush

Before finding the moist recess, he sought

Her fervid response to his fingering

Brought her to the brink

And then bending her at the waist

He quickly pushed her forward  

Until her head touched the sand

This presented her round buttocks to him

So, he could see her open lipped pudendum

Glistening moistly in the moonlight

He slid his hands up and cupped her

Pendulous breasts

Caressing breast and teat

As he penetrated her heat

BLACK SILK DRESS

 

Her black silk dress

Fitted her like a sheath

The taut lines showed

Her nakedness beneath

 

Save for black-stockings

Gartered at the thigh

Stimulating to the loins

And pleasing to the eye

 

She turned every head

With her glamorous allure

Filled each one with thoughts

None of which were pure

SAPPHO’S FIRST KISS

 

When first sweet Sappho

Kissed me, I was shocked

The secret of my sexuality

Was finally unlocked

 

Sex had always left me cold

With no heat or fire

Now with Sappho’s kiss

I felt the burning desire

 

This was the first time

I’d felt this way

It never occurred to me

That I might be gay

 

Her hands fondled me

Inside my open shirt

Then she kissed my breasts

And her hand was up my skirt

 

My head was swimming

As my nipples felt her lips

Then she pulled my pants down

Over my trembling hips

 

While she sucked my nipples

And kissed my breasts

I felt the ecstasy

Of Sappho’s pudendal caress

SUNDAY SERVICE

 

Her dark eyes, sultry and steamy

Flashed a sideward’s glance

From beneath the black lace of her Mantilla

He gave her a browse

A more appraising look altogether

Her eyes flashed up again

A lingering languid glance

Which spoke of her muliebrity

Not the putative girl

They were now the cynosure

Of each other’s eyes

No words were spoken

Everything was intuit

With amative study

And libidinous perusal

She his object of pulchritude    

He her beloved inamorato

Then they had to separate

And the spell was broken

Until next Sunday’s reunion

DOWN BENEATH HER DOWN

 

Down beneath her down

Drawn by passions scent

Of receptive loins

I sourced the open petals

Of her melliferous flower

And for my oscular stimulation

Of the moist blossom

I was rewarded

With sapourus delights

Until my esurience was satisfied

WHY DO THEY CALL YOU PRUDISH JUDITH?

 

Hey Jude

I thought you were a prude

Hey Judith

I heard them call you prudish

Are you shy?

Is that the real reason why?

Hey Judith

Is that why they call you prudish?

But damn

When you’ve had a babycham

Wow Jude

You are no goody two shoes

In fact Jude

You are really rather crude

No prude

That I am forced to conclude

Jude I think

That is why you have a drink

As a cure

From being modest and demure

And Jude

When you’re in the mood

To be lewd

You are exceptionally rude

With no prudity

In the manner of your nudity

So Jude

I am forced to conclude

That Judith

Your prudishness is a myth