(Part One)
“Oh Jon, I love you” Freya said in the seconds following her orgasm.
And in response he kissed her hot panting mouth and replied.
“I love you too”
That was an entirely unexpected outcome for Freya, the thought that she loved him had never even crossed her mind.
She knew that she liked him from the first moment she met him but was that love?
To her great relief Jon said that he loved her too, but did he?
In the post coital hours they discussed at length the implications of their declarations and the basis on which they made them.
The outcome of their deliberations was that they were indeed in love and were victims of love at first sight.
This was something they had both heard of but didn’t actually believe was possible in reality.
They thought it was just the stuff of Romantic comedies.
However the implications of their joint declarations were self-evident and before they made love for a second time Jon made and Freya accepted his proposal of marriage.
Jon had never felt so proud and Freya had never known such happiness.
The wedding date was set for May and would take place in St Hilda’s church in Tipton, the village of her birth.
Her parents were ecstatic when Freya broke the news to them and when she introduced Jon to them they fell in love with him as well.
Freya St David, slender and pale skinned with strawberry blonde hair stood five foot nothing tall and was whippet thin and her mother was just an older version of her daughter.
Freya was twenty eight years old but looked much younger and her mum was beginning to think the day would never come when she could hand down to her daughter her own wedding dress.
Freya had been a singleton since her louse of a boyfriend, who she fully expected to marry, was now history.
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.
That was until the day when she was on her district nurse rounds and she met Captain Jon Hardman.
When her mum handed Freya the dress box she said
“You are the spit of me when I got married, I’d love you to wear this”
“What is it?” Freya asked
“Open it and see” she replied
Freya opened the box and her eyes widened as she unfolded it
“It’s beautiful” she said with tears welling up in her eyes
“Absolutely beautiful”
When she put it on it was a perfect fit and it was her mums turn to cry as her beautiful daughter wore her mother’s beautiful dress.
Freya stayed at her parents’ house on the night before the wedding and Jon stayed at a nearby Hotel.
But at about 9 o’clock she put on her raincoat and said to her parents
“I’m just going out for a bit”
“Is everything ok love?” her dad asked
“Yes dad” she replied “I just need some air”
“Don’t be late back” her mum said “big day tomorrow”
“Don’t worry I won’t be late to bed” she replied and closed the door.
(Part Two)
She drove the three miles to the Black Hog Hotel and went upstairs to room twelve and knocked on the door.
“Come in” he called and she opened the door.
Jon was lying on the bed in his dressing gown watching TV.
“Hello soldier boy” Freya said in her best London street walker voice.
“Hello darling” he said as she walked over to his side of the bed and kissed him.
“What are doing here?” he asked
Freya stood up and stood in front of the window and drew the curtains.
“I’ve come to show you what I’ll be wearing tomorrow” she said as she undid the belt on her raincoat
“I thought it was bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the wedding day”
“Well traditionally yes” she said “but this is for the groom’s eyes only”
And Freya let the coat fall to the floor.
Jon gasped as he looked at her standing with her back to him wearing white stockings, suspenders and a silk teddy.
“Do you think it will be bad luck to see me like this?” she asked coyly as she turned around to face him.
“Oh no not at all” he said
“Tonight it’s your good luck” she said and straddled him
His hands immediately found their way to her stocking tops and his fingers caressed the naked white flesh of her thighs.
“Am I going to get lucky tonight?” she asked and undid the belt on his dressing gown and pulled the two half open like the covers of a great tome.
“Oh yes I am” she said answering her own question after she had exposed his erection then she slipped the straps of her teddy off her shoulders and exposed her tiny breasts
“You’re a very naughty girl” Jon said and began to undo the poppers on the crotch of her teddy, one by one until there was no restriction of access.
Jon slid his hands under the teddy and sought out her plump little cheeks.
Freya leant forward and kissed him
“Just help yourself soldier boy” she said in the tarts voice
“I think I will” he replied and as he fondled her cheeks he kissed her breasts and took her little rosebud nipples between his lips.
Freya meanwhile was stroking his shaft and when he took a firmer hold of her buttocks and pulled her towards him she took that as a sign.
So with a look of intense concentration on her face Freya climbed aboard her husband to be.
This was not a tender loving union this was barely controlled lust he was firmly gripping her hips as she rode him like a jockey riding a galloping horse down the home straight.
All he could do was hold on and stare and her jiggling tits as she galloped on.
Then their eyes met and they both smiled as the strawberry haired Philly took them both across the finish line.
“Can we do it like that again tomorrow night?” he said
“Tomorrow night you can have me in the dress” Freya replied
Afterwards he completely undressed her and then he made love to her like he did the first time when they declared their love for each other.
Friday, 10 February 2017
Thursday, 9 February 2017
Freya St David, 16 – Goddess of Love
(Part One)
As she waited outside the restaurant Freya was doubly pleased.
The Sunday News had published the story about Carrington Chase School and it had snowballed day by day.
The school had haemorrhaged pupils since the story broke with an almost perpetual stream of angry parents picking up their charges.
The headmistress Ms Hardacre had been sacked by the school governors but the papers wouldn’t let go and fresh revelations about her surfaced in each subsequent addition.
Freya felt no pity for her though, justice had been served.
The main reason for her happiness however was that she was meeting Captain Hardman again.
It was a strange feeling for Freya, she actually had butterflies in her tummy.
She had never had that happen before even when she was a school girl.
Freya was well and truly smitten.
She wondered if the effect of not hearing from him for so long had intensified her feelings.
After all she had only met him twice, once briefly at the home of one of her patients and a second time at the Summer Ball.
But whatever the reason for it he had filled her thoughts every day since the Ball.
His regiment, the Downshire Light Infantry, had left Afghanistan after a particularly bloody tour which cost them, 11 dead and 8 wounded.
They had a brief period of R&R in Germany before returning to the UK and this period prompted a flurry of emails between the two of them and they had begun the process of getting to know each other.
It was a kind of Q & A back and forth so they could slowly build up a picture of each other.
Freya didn’t want to lie but she couldn’t tell the entire truth of course.
After all her behaviour during her latter teenage years and even more so since she split with her last boyfriend was morally reprehensible.
“Bloody nice though” she said to herself
Jon told her that the thought of seeing her again had kept him going at his lowest moments.
She was not some little princess or in any way an innocent, which may not have fitted with the girl he stood on the pedestal.
She had already decided that she would curb her appetites and give, whatever feelings, or the glimmer of feelings, she had for Jonathon Hardman every possible chance to mature.
She had decided that she wouldn’t lie but she would perhaps reinvent herself.
Jon, despite being a soldier was not as worldly wise when it came to women and he had a much less colourful sex life.
In fact he hadn’t been entirely truthful with her in that regard either, in fact he had rather exaggerated the number of his lovers.
He knew she was a nurse and didn’t expect Freya to be unblemished and wasn’t blind to the fact that she would have seen the ugly side of life and would not be an innocent.
Because Freya was nervous about seeing him again she was early, about half an hour early, which under the circumstances was a mistake because it gave her too much time to think.
She wanted it to be so perfect and all she could think of was all the things that might go wrong.
(Part Two)
The last time he had seen her was at the annual Summer Ball at the Abbottsford Regents Hotel.
When Freya was wearing a knee length emerald green dress that hugged her figure beautifully and her shoulder length Strawberry blonde hair danced around the nape of her neck.
And that was the image that was burned into his brain unfortunately she wouldn’t be wearing that outfit.
And that was his biggest fear, that he wouldn’t be able to recognise her.
He knew Freya was a small girl, no more than five feet tall, slim, small bust, but with a lovely shape and stunning legs.
But would he recognize her out of context.
However when Jon walked into the plaza there she was, Freya St David the pretty nurse with strawberry coloured hair, standing barely five feet tall, slender pale and every bit as beautiful as he remembered.
When, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted him and her skin instantly flushed pink and she looked like she had been freshly scrubbed.
She daren’t turn around to watch him approach so she took a deep breath and resolutely looked in the opposite direction.
“Hello Freya” Jon said
“Oh hi” she said acting surprised
Any fears or apprehensions they may have had at the beginning had long since disappeared by the end of evening.
Freya thought he was even more handsome than she remembered and she really liked him, really liked him.
And she believed that by the way he was looking at her he really liked her too.
But when they got to Freya’s house much to her disappointment he just kissed her check and thanked her for a lovely evening and left her standing there, horny.
But as she lay beneath her clean duvet satisfying herself in the darkness it was Jon she was thinking of.
Further dates followed and they always went the same way they would have an immensely enjoyable evening ending with a kiss on the doorstep of Freya’s house and her doing herself in the darkness.
She knew that he fancied her as much as she did him so she didn’t understand why he hadn’t slept with her yet.
Admittedly the quality and quantity of kissing had increased exponentially with each successive date.
But if she couldn’t get him into her house she had no chance of getting him into her bed.
Now a woman of Freya’s undoubted skills with men could easily jump his bones if she chose.
But she wanted him to seduce her, she wanted to be wooed and courted but most of all she wanted him.
Freya wanted their first time to be perfect, she just didn’t know how long she could wait for perfection to put in an appearance.
So she had to seduce him in such a way that he would think he was seducing her.
And she went about this by inviting Jon to her house for supper for their next date.
(Part Three)
After inviting Jon around for supper Freya was faced with two problems.
The first one was that if she was to succeed in her goal then subtlety would be the order of the day which was not a quality she possessed in any significant amount.
While the second was something rather more fundamental she couldn’t really cook in fact she couldn’t cook at all.
However the second problem was easily solved in the end.
One of the regulars on her rounds was a great cook and when she asked her for advice on what to serve she volunteered to cook it for her and then she would just need to warm it through on the night and her daughter even made the deserts.
Freya’s one and only contribution was to make the prawn cocktail starters and of course her other contribution was to look gorgeous and eminently beddable.
So came the night and Freya looked stunning and wearing a simple little black dress and quite frankly as edible as any other offering on the menu.
The meal was a great success and was consumed heartily along with a quantity of wine.
They ended up on the sofa and Freya was burning with desire, Jon meanwhile was trying to summon up the courage to kiss her and was looking anxious.
Freya just wanted to jump him right there on the sofa.
And she was just deciding that perfection wasn’t all it was cracked up to be when he leant over and kissed her.
The kissing on the sofa had progressed very satisfactorily and she was getting increasingly hot, and increasingly impatient.
Their lips parted and Jon looked deeply into her eyes and said
“I want you”
“Thank you God” Freya said in her head, but out loud she said
“I want you too”
And would have been happy to do him right where he sat and no one was more surprised than Freya when she said
“Let me go up first and get ready”
She didn’t have a clue where it had come from but judging by the look on his face it seemed to have been well received by Jon.
Freya smiled and kissed him gently on the lips and added
“Give me five minutes”
She got up from the sofa and went upstairs slowly and controlled, but inside her head she was singing and dancing and the moment she got into her bedroom she stripped naked in thirty seconds flat.
(Part Four)
The door closed behind him after he entered Freya’s room and he saw she was lying in bed with only her head and shoulders visible and was wearing as far as he could tell absolutely nothing.
What he couldn’t see beneath the duvet was that her fingers were preparing the ground for him as she watched him undress.
When he got down to his pants he turned his back to her and quickly slipped into bed.
This act of shyness endeared him to her even more and she rolled over to greet him.
“It was the thought of this moment that kept me going in Afghanistan” He said
“Really?” she replied “I hope you’re not disappointed”
“So far so good” he said and cuddled up closer to her.
“Well hon I’ve been waiting for this moment too” Freya said
And in response he kissed her lips softly and when she responded the kiss grew in intensity as their tongues entwined and the pent up want and need was released as their hands explored and caressed each other’s bodies beneath the duvet.
Freya had turned onto her side as he got into bed and had cuddled up to face Jon but while they were kissing he rolled her gently onto her back.
Freya would normally have taken control at that point and already have been aboard him but for their first time she relinquished control and emitted a soft melodic murmur of approval as his fingers probed her.
He kissed her small breasts and sucked her needle hard nipples and Freya was biting her lip.
Her murmurs had become soft moans of pleasure in response to his rhythmic fingering.
His mouth left her breasts and he kissed her and as their tongues explored each other’s mouths once more he prepared to mount her.
In wanton eagerness she spread her legs wide and he positioned his self between her thighs, then he stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes as he slowly slid into her.
Freya sucked in air through her teeth at the instance of penetration and then closed her eyes as she leant her head back into the pillow and moaned coarsely.
It was a tender affair, longer in duration and more sensual than she had ever experienced before and Freya began to writhe beneath him as her body received him over and over and she became increasingly vociferous in response.
And Jon was not silent in his appreciation of her.
Freya squirmed beneath him as she reached that sweet moment of ecstasy until a deliciously sweet utterance as she climaxed and said breathlessly
“Oh Jon, I love you”
And in response he kissed her hot panting mouth and replied.
“I love you too”
As she waited outside the restaurant Freya was doubly pleased.
The Sunday News had published the story about Carrington Chase School and it had snowballed day by day.
The school had haemorrhaged pupils since the story broke with an almost perpetual stream of angry parents picking up their charges.
The headmistress Ms Hardacre had been sacked by the school governors but the papers wouldn’t let go and fresh revelations about her surfaced in each subsequent addition.
Freya felt no pity for her though, justice had been served.
The main reason for her happiness however was that she was meeting Captain Hardman again.
It was a strange feeling for Freya, she actually had butterflies in her tummy.
She had never had that happen before even when she was a school girl.
Freya was well and truly smitten.
She wondered if the effect of not hearing from him for so long had intensified her feelings.
After all she had only met him twice, once briefly at the home of one of her patients and a second time at the Summer Ball.
But whatever the reason for it he had filled her thoughts every day since the Ball.
His regiment, the Downshire Light Infantry, had left Afghanistan after a particularly bloody tour which cost them, 11 dead and 8 wounded.
They had a brief period of R&R in Germany before returning to the UK and this period prompted a flurry of emails between the two of them and they had begun the process of getting to know each other.
It was a kind of Q & A back and forth so they could slowly build up a picture of each other.
Freya didn’t want to lie but she couldn’t tell the entire truth of course.
After all her behaviour during her latter teenage years and even more so since she split with her last boyfriend was morally reprehensible.
“Bloody nice though” she said to herself
Jon told her that the thought of seeing her again had kept him going at his lowest moments.
She was not some little princess or in any way an innocent, which may not have fitted with the girl he stood on the pedestal.
She had already decided that she would curb her appetites and give, whatever feelings, or the glimmer of feelings, she had for Jonathon Hardman every possible chance to mature.
She had decided that she wouldn’t lie but she would perhaps reinvent herself.
Jon, despite being a soldier was not as worldly wise when it came to women and he had a much less colourful sex life.
In fact he hadn’t been entirely truthful with her in that regard either, in fact he had rather exaggerated the number of his lovers.
He knew she was a nurse and didn’t expect Freya to be unblemished and wasn’t blind to the fact that she would have seen the ugly side of life and would not be an innocent.
Because Freya was nervous about seeing him again she was early, about half an hour early, which under the circumstances was a mistake because it gave her too much time to think.
She wanted it to be so perfect and all she could think of was all the things that might go wrong.
(Part Two)
The last time he had seen her was at the annual Summer Ball at the Abbottsford Regents Hotel.
When Freya was wearing a knee length emerald green dress that hugged her figure beautifully and her shoulder length Strawberry blonde hair danced around the nape of her neck.
And that was the image that was burned into his brain unfortunately she wouldn’t be wearing that outfit.
And that was his biggest fear, that he wouldn’t be able to recognise her.
He knew Freya was a small girl, no more than five feet tall, slim, small bust, but with a lovely shape and stunning legs.
But would he recognize her out of context.
However when Jon walked into the plaza there she was, Freya St David the pretty nurse with strawberry coloured hair, standing barely five feet tall, slender pale and every bit as beautiful as he remembered.
When, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted him and her skin instantly flushed pink and she looked like she had been freshly scrubbed.
She daren’t turn around to watch him approach so she took a deep breath and resolutely looked in the opposite direction.
“Hello Freya” Jon said
“Oh hi” she said acting surprised
Any fears or apprehensions they may have had at the beginning had long since disappeared by the end of evening.
Freya thought he was even more handsome than she remembered and she really liked him, really liked him.
And she believed that by the way he was looking at her he really liked her too.
But when they got to Freya’s house much to her disappointment he just kissed her check and thanked her for a lovely evening and left her standing there, horny.
But as she lay beneath her clean duvet satisfying herself in the darkness it was Jon she was thinking of.
Further dates followed and they always went the same way they would have an immensely enjoyable evening ending with a kiss on the doorstep of Freya’s house and her doing herself in the darkness.
She knew that he fancied her as much as she did him so she didn’t understand why he hadn’t slept with her yet.
Admittedly the quality and quantity of kissing had increased exponentially with each successive date.
But if she couldn’t get him into her house she had no chance of getting him into her bed.
Now a woman of Freya’s undoubted skills with men could easily jump his bones if she chose.
But she wanted him to seduce her, she wanted to be wooed and courted but most of all she wanted him.
Freya wanted their first time to be perfect, she just didn’t know how long she could wait for perfection to put in an appearance.
So she had to seduce him in such a way that he would think he was seducing her.
And she went about this by inviting Jon to her house for supper for their next date.
(Part Three)
After inviting Jon around for supper Freya was faced with two problems.
The first one was that if she was to succeed in her goal then subtlety would be the order of the day which was not a quality she possessed in any significant amount.
While the second was something rather more fundamental she couldn’t really cook in fact she couldn’t cook at all.
However the second problem was easily solved in the end.
One of the regulars on her rounds was a great cook and when she asked her for advice on what to serve she volunteered to cook it for her and then she would just need to warm it through on the night and her daughter even made the deserts.
Freya’s one and only contribution was to make the prawn cocktail starters and of course her other contribution was to look gorgeous and eminently beddable.
So came the night and Freya looked stunning and wearing a simple little black dress and quite frankly as edible as any other offering on the menu.
The meal was a great success and was consumed heartily along with a quantity of wine.
They ended up on the sofa and Freya was burning with desire, Jon meanwhile was trying to summon up the courage to kiss her and was looking anxious.
Freya just wanted to jump him right there on the sofa.
And she was just deciding that perfection wasn’t all it was cracked up to be when he leant over and kissed her.
The kissing on the sofa had progressed very satisfactorily and she was getting increasingly hot, and increasingly impatient.
Their lips parted and Jon looked deeply into her eyes and said
“I want you”
“Thank you God” Freya said in her head, but out loud she said
“I want you too”
And would have been happy to do him right where he sat and no one was more surprised than Freya when she said
“Let me go up first and get ready”
She didn’t have a clue where it had come from but judging by the look on his face it seemed to have been well received by Jon.
Freya smiled and kissed him gently on the lips and added
“Give me five minutes”
She got up from the sofa and went upstairs slowly and controlled, but inside her head she was singing and dancing and the moment she got into her bedroom she stripped naked in thirty seconds flat.
(Part Four)
The door closed behind him after he entered Freya’s room and he saw she was lying in bed with only her head and shoulders visible and was wearing as far as he could tell absolutely nothing.
What he couldn’t see beneath the duvet was that her fingers were preparing the ground for him as she watched him undress.
When he got down to his pants he turned his back to her and quickly slipped into bed.
This act of shyness endeared him to her even more and she rolled over to greet him.
“It was the thought of this moment that kept me going in Afghanistan” He said
“Really?” she replied “I hope you’re not disappointed”
“So far so good” he said and cuddled up closer to her.
“Well hon I’ve been waiting for this moment too” Freya said
And in response he kissed her lips softly and when she responded the kiss grew in intensity as their tongues entwined and the pent up want and need was released as their hands explored and caressed each other’s bodies beneath the duvet.
Freya had turned onto her side as he got into bed and had cuddled up to face Jon but while they were kissing he rolled her gently onto her back.
Freya would normally have taken control at that point and already have been aboard him but for their first time she relinquished control and emitted a soft melodic murmur of approval as his fingers probed her.
He kissed her small breasts and sucked her needle hard nipples and Freya was biting her lip.
Her murmurs had become soft moans of pleasure in response to his rhythmic fingering.
His mouth left her breasts and he kissed her and as their tongues explored each other’s mouths once more he prepared to mount her.
In wanton eagerness she spread her legs wide and he positioned his self between her thighs, then he stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes as he slowly slid into her.
Freya sucked in air through her teeth at the instance of penetration and then closed her eyes as she leant her head back into the pillow and moaned coarsely.
It was a tender affair, longer in duration and more sensual than she had ever experienced before and Freya began to writhe beneath him as her body received him over and over and she became increasingly vociferous in response.
And Jon was not silent in his appreciation of her.
Freya squirmed beneath him as she reached that sweet moment of ecstasy until a deliciously sweet utterance as she climaxed and said breathlessly
“Oh Jon, I love you”
And in response he kissed her hot panting mouth and replied.
“I love you too”
Wednesday, 8 February 2017
Freya St David, 15 – Goddess of Divination
(Part One)
Freya St David stood barely five feet tall and was slender and pale and the evening sun shone on her strawberry blonde hair.
Freya was twenty eight years old but looked much younger and as a result she was much desired and she was a first class flirt.
She was a singleton since her louse of a boyfriend, who she expecting to marry was now history, 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.
She was a district nurse, a very pretty district nurse and was very experienced and well respected.
Freya’s head was in a spin because she had finally had word from Captain Hardman.
It was strange the effect of not hearing from him for so long, after all she had only met him twice, once briefly at the home of one of her patients and a second time at the Summer Ball.
Yet he had filled her thoughts every day since the Ball.
His regiment had left Afghanistan and because it had been a particularly bloody tour, which had cost 11 dead and 8 wounded from the Downshire’s it was currently in Germany for R&R before returning to the UK.
This initial contact from the Captain prompted a flurry of emails between the two of them.
But this was happy news for Freya and she looked forward to him coming home.
However the obvious happiness she felt over his return was tempered by the affair of the dead schoolgirl.
Freya had witnessed the accident and rendered first aid and subsequently followed up the case at the Churchill Hospital.
Sadly the girl, Pauline Yeo, a student at a local boarding school, Carrington Chase, had been mortally injured when she was hit by a car.
The parents were in Hong Kong at the time and they were not expected to arrive in the UK before the girl passed.
Freya was horrified that a twelve year old girl was going to die alone and she was further angered by the fact that the girls school weren’t prepared to send anyone to be with Pauline as she slipped away.
It was Freya who sat with her through the night and was holding her hand as she died.
She really wanted to tell the Yeo’s how appallingly the school had behaved to Pauline but couldn’t bring herself to impose on their grief.
So she decided instead to try to get the interest of the newspapers but even the “Sunday News” a paper known less than affectionately as the “Sunday Screws” brushed her off.
She was given the name of a freelance journalist Bob Philips who was renowned for being tenacious and he took all the information,
a copy of the medical file, a sworn statement by the attending physician Dr Gossage and most damning of all the recording of the telephone conversation with the headmistress Ms Hardacre, and wrote the story but even he was blocked at every turn.
And the words of the headmistress Ms Hardacre echoed in her head.
“This school has a lot of friends to deal with the likes of you”
And clearly those friends were being well employed.
So she used her powers of divination and could foresee a solution for Freya had a wealthy and powerful friend of her own.
(Part Two)
James Boazman was one of her private patients, or more accurately Amanda Boazman was the recipient of her nursing skills and during her time at the house James benefited from Freya’s other talents.
He was a good looking man in his early forties slim and even elegant and he always smelt gorgeous.
“Hello James” she said as he opened the door
“Freya! What a wonderful surprise” James said “Come in”
His poor wife Amanda had passed away some weeks before and she noticed the change in him immediately, the strain had left his eyes and the weight had left his shoulders.
They sat in the lounge and Freya made an impassioned plea for help about how she wanted to give the story to the papers and the way it was being blocked by powerful friends of the school.
Then she played him the recording of the conversation with the headmistress.
“No one at that school cared enough about that poor girl” she said “they were heartless”
“Which journalist did you give the story to?” he asked
“Bob Philips” she replied
“I know Bob, he’s a good man and if he says he’s being blocked then he is being blocked” James said “and someone is definitely using their influence”
He paused for a moment and then said
“However I own the Sunday News”
So when everything was settled, James asked something of her, although there was no suggestion of any quid pro quo.
“Could we make love one last time?”
She was reluctant, she had already decided that she would curb her appetites and give, whatever feelings, or the glimmer of feelings, she had for Jonathon Hardman every possible chance to mature.
“When Amanda was alive and we did it, I felt guilty, I felt it was a betrayal”
He went on
“Now I am alone and I could enjoy you guilt free”
“Ok” Freya said as she stood up and took his hand.
Freya led him upstairs to the bedroom where she had nursed Amada.
As soon as they got in the room Freya kicked off her shoes and then steered James to the bed and began undoing his trousers.
After undoing the belt and releasing the button she yanked down the zip and his trousers which descended quickly to his ankles.
Freya then grabbed the waistband of his pants and removed their contents.
She sank to her knees and her mouth engulfed his organ
"oh Freya” he said in blissful enjoyment.
However after a minute or so and before he reached the point of no return he withdrew from her mouth and pulled her to her feet.
He kicked his pants and trousers away and pulled his shirt off over his head.
“Now it’s your turn” he said and he gleefully removed every item until the five foot nothing, whippet thin nymph with the strawberry blonde hair was completely naked.
The pale skinned topography of pink flushed flesh interrupted by a neat ginger triangle
“Now get on the bed,” she ordered and in response James kissed her moistly on the mouth which was quickly curtailed
“I said get on the bed” she reiterated, “I’m the expert remember, so get on the bed”
He obliged and climbed on the bed and lay in the middle on his back
“And take your socks off” she added a request to which he complied
Freya then climbed on the bed and then on him and with practised expertise impaled herself on him like a piece of meat on a skewer and out of gratitude she rode him until they both reached a satisfying guilt free crescendo.
Afterwards as he watched Freya redressing he let out a low sigh of contentment.
A week later the Sunday News ran a story on the front page headlined “Scandalous Neglect at Carrington Chase”
Freya St David stood barely five feet tall and was slender and pale and the evening sun shone on her strawberry blonde hair.
Freya was twenty eight years old but looked much younger and as a result she was much desired and she was a first class flirt.
She was a singleton since her louse of a boyfriend, who she expecting to marry was now history, 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.
She was a district nurse, a very pretty district nurse and was very experienced and well respected.
Freya’s head was in a spin because she had finally had word from Captain Hardman.
It was strange the effect of not hearing from him for so long, after all she had only met him twice, once briefly at the home of one of her patients and a second time at the Summer Ball.
Yet he had filled her thoughts every day since the Ball.
His regiment had left Afghanistan and because it had been a particularly bloody tour, which had cost 11 dead and 8 wounded from the Downshire’s it was currently in Germany for R&R before returning to the UK.
This initial contact from the Captain prompted a flurry of emails between the two of them.
But this was happy news for Freya and she looked forward to him coming home.
However the obvious happiness she felt over his return was tempered by the affair of the dead schoolgirl.
Freya had witnessed the accident and rendered first aid and subsequently followed up the case at the Churchill Hospital.
Sadly the girl, Pauline Yeo, a student at a local boarding school, Carrington Chase, had been mortally injured when she was hit by a car.
The parents were in Hong Kong at the time and they were not expected to arrive in the UK before the girl passed.
Freya was horrified that a twelve year old girl was going to die alone and she was further angered by the fact that the girls school weren’t prepared to send anyone to be with Pauline as she slipped away.
It was Freya who sat with her through the night and was holding her hand as she died.
She really wanted to tell the Yeo’s how appallingly the school had behaved to Pauline but couldn’t bring herself to impose on their grief.
So she decided instead to try to get the interest of the newspapers but even the “Sunday News” a paper known less than affectionately as the “Sunday Screws” brushed her off.
She was given the name of a freelance journalist Bob Philips who was renowned for being tenacious and he took all the information,
a copy of the medical file, a sworn statement by the attending physician Dr Gossage and most damning of all the recording of the telephone conversation with the headmistress Ms Hardacre, and wrote the story but even he was blocked at every turn.
And the words of the headmistress Ms Hardacre echoed in her head.
“This school has a lot of friends to deal with the likes of you”
And clearly those friends were being well employed.
So she used her powers of divination and could foresee a solution for Freya had a wealthy and powerful friend of her own.
(Part Two)
James Boazman was one of her private patients, or more accurately Amanda Boazman was the recipient of her nursing skills and during her time at the house James benefited from Freya’s other talents.
He was a good looking man in his early forties slim and even elegant and he always smelt gorgeous.
“Hello James” she said as he opened the door
“Freya! What a wonderful surprise” James said “Come in”
His poor wife Amanda had passed away some weeks before and she noticed the change in him immediately, the strain had left his eyes and the weight had left his shoulders.
They sat in the lounge and Freya made an impassioned plea for help about how she wanted to give the story to the papers and the way it was being blocked by powerful friends of the school.
Then she played him the recording of the conversation with the headmistress.
“No one at that school cared enough about that poor girl” she said “they were heartless”
“Which journalist did you give the story to?” he asked
“Bob Philips” she replied
“I know Bob, he’s a good man and if he says he’s being blocked then he is being blocked” James said “and someone is definitely using their influence”
He paused for a moment and then said
“However I own the Sunday News”
So when everything was settled, James asked something of her, although there was no suggestion of any quid pro quo.
“Could we make love one last time?”
She was reluctant, she had already decided that she would curb her appetites and give, whatever feelings, or the glimmer of feelings, she had for Jonathon Hardman every possible chance to mature.
“When Amanda was alive and we did it, I felt guilty, I felt it was a betrayal”
He went on
“Now I am alone and I could enjoy you guilt free”
“Ok” Freya said as she stood up and took his hand.
Freya led him upstairs to the bedroom where she had nursed Amada.
As soon as they got in the room Freya kicked off her shoes and then steered James to the bed and began undoing his trousers.
After undoing the belt and releasing the button she yanked down the zip and his trousers which descended quickly to his ankles.
Freya then grabbed the waistband of his pants and removed their contents.
She sank to her knees and her mouth engulfed his organ
"oh Freya” he said in blissful enjoyment.
However after a minute or so and before he reached the point of no return he withdrew from her mouth and pulled her to her feet.
He kicked his pants and trousers away and pulled his shirt off over his head.
“Now it’s your turn” he said and he gleefully removed every item until the five foot nothing, whippet thin nymph with the strawberry blonde hair was completely naked.
The pale skinned topography of pink flushed flesh interrupted by a neat ginger triangle
“Now get on the bed,” she ordered and in response James kissed her moistly on the mouth which was quickly curtailed
“I said get on the bed” she reiterated, “I’m the expert remember, so get on the bed”
He obliged and climbed on the bed and lay in the middle on his back
“And take your socks off” she added a request to which he complied
Freya then climbed on the bed and then on him and with practised expertise impaled herself on him like a piece of meat on a skewer and out of gratitude she rode him until they both reached a satisfying guilt free crescendo.
Afterwards as he watched Freya redressing he let out a low sigh of contentment.
A week later the Sunday News ran a story on the front page headlined “Scandalous Neglect at Carrington Chase”
Tuesday, 7 February 2017
Freya St David, 14 – Goddess of Compassion
(Part One)
Freya St David stood barely five feet tall and was slender and pale and the afternoon sun shone on her strawberry blonde hair.
She was a district nurse, a very pretty district nurse and was very experienced and well respected.
Freya was twenty eight years old only a few days earlier but looked much younger and as a result she was much desired and she was a first class flirt.
She was a singleton since her louse of a boyfriend, who she was expecting to marry was now history, she had suspected for some time that he was shagging her best friend and then out of the blue he confessed to her one night.
From that moment on Freya took her pleasures where she found them.
On that fateful day she was on her way home at the end of her shift when just ahead of her a school girl was hit by a car, it wasn’t the drivers fault, the girl just stepped out, distracted by her mobile phone, and bang she was flying through the air.
Freya was two cars behind the one that hit her, a red Espace, and she immediately got out of her car and ran to assist, phoning for an ambulance as she did so.
When she reached the stricken girl it didn’t look good she was lying on her back with her head to one side.
One arm was under her back the other lay across her belly, and both legs were in very unnatural positions, clearly there were multiple fractures visible and an awful lot of blood.
She estimated she was 12 or 13 and the uniform was from a private boarding school for girls less than a mile away called Carrington Chase.
Freya checked for a pulse and found it, it was weak but it was there.
The female driver of the Espace was distraught and the man from the BMW behind her was desperately trying to calm her down.
Freya picked up the girls phone and then while she was attending to her someone handed her a hand bag.
A young man said
"Can I do anything?"
"Yes” she said "in the boot of the blue Clio you’ll find a car rug"
"Ok” he said and off he went.
She stayed with the girl and opened the handbag and looked for ID and found in the purse a travel card in the name of Pauline Yeo.
When the young man returned with the red plaid blanket Freya covered the poor girl’s broken body and continued to monitor her vital signs until the ambulance arrived.
"Hi Frey" Paramedic Sam Liburd said
"Hello Sam, her name is Pauline Yeo and it’s not looking good"
She quickly did the hand over relaying the pertinent facts and then stood back and let Sam and his partner Andy Mason do their stuff before they loaded her into the ambulance.
(Part Two)
Freya remained at the scene for about an hour after the ambulance left and gave a full statement to the police, she also sat with the distraught driver until her husband arrived and then she got in her car and got back on her way home.
It was when she had arrived at her house that she realised she still had the girls mobile phone.
“Shit” she said at the discovery
Freya was starving so she quickly made herself a sandwich before getting changed and getting back in the car.
She ate her sandwich as she drove to the Winston Churchill Hospital and parked in the staff car park.
In the Emergency Department she spoke to the Sister in charge who informed her that the girl had gone straight upstairs for emergency surgery but was now in the intensive care unit.
So Freya thanked her and went upstairs to the ICU.
“Hello sister” Freya said
“Yes” she replied suspiciously
“It’s Nurse St David” she said
“I recognise the name but not the face” Sister Madden replied
“I was looking for a young girl” Freya elaborated to Sister Madden
“A school girl hit by a car”
“Oh yes” Sister said “Are you related?”
“No I witnessed it” she replied “and gave first aid until the ambulance arrived”
“I see, well it’s not good news I’m afraid” the sister said gravely
“Oh no” Freya said and sat down and after a moment or two remembered why she was there.
“I have her mobile phone, she was using it when she stepped into the road I thought I would give it to her family”
“There’s no one here” Said the Sister “her only family are in Hong Kong”
This news hit Freya like a slap in the face.
“Has no one come from the school?” she asked
“No” replied a Doctor
“But they’ve contacted the family” the Sister contributed
“Very big of them” the doctor responded
Freya saw by his name badge he was Peter Gossage
A relatively young man with the same colouring as herself.
“Then Pauline is dying then?” Freya said
“Yes” he replied “and it’s unlikely her parents will reach us before she does”
“Are the school aware of that fact?” she asked and the doctor nodded in response
“Well that just won’t do” Freya said with determination and stood up
“May I use the phone in your office doctor?”
“Who do you want to call?” he asked
“The headmistress” she replied “Do you have a number Sister?”
“Yes” she replied and handed her a scrap of paper “her name is Hardacre, and she’s really stuck up”
“You can use my office on one condition” the doctor said
“What’s that?” she replied expecting a proposition
“That I can listen in” he said
“Done” she said
(Part Three)
They went into his office and she sat in the chair and putting the phone on speaker she dialled the number.
Meanwhile Dr Gossage closed the door and set his mobile phone on the desk.
“Carrington Chase!” a woman answered
“Mrs Hardacre please” Freya said
“I think you mean Ms Hardacre” she responded in monotone
“Yes” she replied
“And you are?”
“Nurse St David, Churchill Hospital”
The line went dead momentarily before another woman’s voice said
“Ms Hardacre speaking”
“I’m Nurse St David from the Churchill” Freya said
“Oh yes” she responded flatly
“You understand the seriousness of Pauline’s condition? And that it’s unlikely she will last the night, and certainly won’t live long enough for her parents to see her alive?” Freya asked at length
“Yes it’s very tragic” the headmistress replied
“We were wondering when the schools representative would be arriving to sit with her for her final hours” she said
“The school isn’t sending anyone” Ms Hardacre responded with surprise.
“Why not?” Freya responded
“It’s not our responsibility” Hardacre replied
“That’s a disgraceful attitude” Freya said angrily
“She is one of your charges, she is your responsibility, whatever happened to “in loco parentis””
“The girl was not on school property at the time of the accident”
The headmistress interrupted
“And she didn’t have permission to be outside”
“So she got what she deserved? Is that what you’re saying” Freya said red with rage
“Well it wouldn’t have happened would it?” Hardacre replied
“So you take their money and then wash your hands of them”
“I’m not going to dignify that with an answer” She said
“So I take it you won’t send anyone?” she asked
“That’s correct” the headmistress replied
“You’ll let her die alone?” Freya asked “What about pastoral care?”
“We don’t molly coddle at Carrington Chase” she answered
“What faith is she?” Freya demanded
“What? I’ve no idea” she replied
“Then check your records and find out” Freya barked
“Who are you to give me orders” she said affronted
“Listen Ms Hardarse” Freya snapped deliberately mispronouncing her name “Pauline will be dead by morning and she should have the benefit of her faith at the time of her passing”
“Very well” she said and tutted
“A few moments later” she returned.
“Christian” she said flatly “Anglican”
“I would like to tell the parents when I see them, what a great support you have been” Freya said
“But I can’t because you’ve been no bloody help at all and I will be giving them a detailed account”
“How dare you threaten me, you jumped up little tart” She said angrily “this school has a lot of friends to deal with the likes of you”
And then Hardacre hung up.
“How rude” Freya said “I hadn’t finished with her by a long chalk”
“What a bitch” Dr Gossage added and picked up the phone he’d laid on the table.
“That was brilliant” he added and tapped a couple of keys and then the phone emitted the following
““Carrington Chase!” “Mrs Hardacre please” “I think you mean Ms Hardacre””
“You recorded it?” Freya said and Peter nodded
“I wish I’d thought of that” she said
“Not to worry” he said “give me your number and I’ll send you the file”
“Oh yes is that your normal ploy to get nurses phone numbers?” Freya said tongue in cheek
“No I’m serious, it might come in handy if the old cow sets her powerful friends on you” he said
(Part Four)
Freya went to the hospital chapel to see the chaplain but she was told she was already performing the last rights on an elderly patient.
So she left a message for Reverend Val Hicks and then Freya decided she could not let Pauline end her life alone so she volunteered to sit at her bedside until the end.
So she sat and held the hand of the poor young girl who but for a moments loss of concentration would have had a life full of infinite possibilities.
At around 2.30am Reverend Valeria Hicks quietly entered the room.
She was a rather large unattractive woman in her forties, they briefly made eye contact and she smiled at Freya and revealed a missing tooth.
No words were exchanged, Rev Hicks just went straight into her well-practised ritual.
It was less than an hour later when the candle light of a twelve year old girl was snuffed out and Mr and Mrs Yeo would have a child to mourn.
The door to the on call room opened and Freya quietly entered.
Peter Gossage was in the bed and thought he heard light footsteps on the floor but then there was silence so he dismissed it.
Freya slipped silently out of her clothes and then she was in bed and cuddled up behind him pressing her naked flesh against his.
“Do you think this is a good idea?” Peter asked
“Yes” she responded in a whisper
“Why?” he asked
“Because I want to feel alive” she replied and Freya kissed the back of his neck, her lips, soft like petals on his skin and his arousal began.
As she continued with her feather light kisses, her hand reached around his torso and very quickly gripped his swelling organ.
Freya tugged expertly on him as her mouth reached his ear and her tongue licked and darted.
Peter broke away from her embrace and turned around and pushed her over onto her back and took control.
And explored every inch of her tiny body, every curve, every nook and every cranny until she had reached the point when she could wait no more.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked
“Just make me feel alive Peter” she replied and pushed Peter onto his back and then scrambled aboard him.
Freya quickly impaled herself on him and rode him roughly as she took back control.
All he could do was admire her little tits skipping in rhythm with her pumping and fondle her pert buttocks.
Freya writhed and squirmed as she extracted every ounce of pleasure from him until she reached that ecstatic point, that hinterland between being rooted to the ground and the gravity defying release of orgasm as she made a delicious utterance of intense satisfaction.
After about 5 minutes and without speaking Freya kissed him softly and got out of bed, she then redressed as silently as she had disrobed and left.
Freya St David stood barely five feet tall and was slender and pale and the afternoon sun shone on her strawberry blonde hair.
She was a district nurse, a very pretty district nurse and was very experienced and well respected.
Freya was twenty eight years old only a few days earlier but looked much younger and as a result she was much desired and she was a first class flirt.
She was a singleton since her louse of a boyfriend, who she was expecting to marry was now history, she had suspected for some time that he was shagging her best friend and then out of the blue he confessed to her one night.
From that moment on Freya took her pleasures where she found them.
On that fateful day she was on her way home at the end of her shift when just ahead of her a school girl was hit by a car, it wasn’t the drivers fault, the girl just stepped out, distracted by her mobile phone, and bang she was flying through the air.
Freya was two cars behind the one that hit her, a red Espace, and she immediately got out of her car and ran to assist, phoning for an ambulance as she did so.
When she reached the stricken girl it didn’t look good she was lying on her back with her head to one side.
One arm was under her back the other lay across her belly, and both legs were in very unnatural positions, clearly there were multiple fractures visible and an awful lot of blood.
She estimated she was 12 or 13 and the uniform was from a private boarding school for girls less than a mile away called Carrington Chase.
Freya checked for a pulse and found it, it was weak but it was there.
The female driver of the Espace was distraught and the man from the BMW behind her was desperately trying to calm her down.
Freya picked up the girls phone and then while she was attending to her someone handed her a hand bag.
A young man said
"Can I do anything?"
"Yes” she said "in the boot of the blue Clio you’ll find a car rug"
"Ok” he said and off he went.
She stayed with the girl and opened the handbag and looked for ID and found in the purse a travel card in the name of Pauline Yeo.
When the young man returned with the red plaid blanket Freya covered the poor girl’s broken body and continued to monitor her vital signs until the ambulance arrived.
"Hi Frey" Paramedic Sam Liburd said
"Hello Sam, her name is Pauline Yeo and it’s not looking good"
She quickly did the hand over relaying the pertinent facts and then stood back and let Sam and his partner Andy Mason do their stuff before they loaded her into the ambulance.
(Part Two)
Freya remained at the scene for about an hour after the ambulance left and gave a full statement to the police, she also sat with the distraught driver until her husband arrived and then she got in her car and got back on her way home.
It was when she had arrived at her house that she realised she still had the girls mobile phone.
“Shit” she said at the discovery
Freya was starving so she quickly made herself a sandwich before getting changed and getting back in the car.
She ate her sandwich as she drove to the Winston Churchill Hospital and parked in the staff car park.
In the Emergency Department she spoke to the Sister in charge who informed her that the girl had gone straight upstairs for emergency surgery but was now in the intensive care unit.
So Freya thanked her and went upstairs to the ICU.
“Hello sister” Freya said
“Yes” she replied suspiciously
“It’s Nurse St David” she said
“I recognise the name but not the face” Sister Madden replied
“I was looking for a young girl” Freya elaborated to Sister Madden
“A school girl hit by a car”
“Oh yes” Sister said “Are you related?”
“No I witnessed it” she replied “and gave first aid until the ambulance arrived”
“I see, well it’s not good news I’m afraid” the sister said gravely
“Oh no” Freya said and sat down and after a moment or two remembered why she was there.
“I have her mobile phone, she was using it when she stepped into the road I thought I would give it to her family”
“There’s no one here” Said the Sister “her only family are in Hong Kong”
This news hit Freya like a slap in the face.
“Has no one come from the school?” she asked
“No” replied a Doctor
“But they’ve contacted the family” the Sister contributed
“Very big of them” the doctor responded
Freya saw by his name badge he was Peter Gossage
A relatively young man with the same colouring as herself.
“Then Pauline is dying then?” Freya said
“Yes” he replied “and it’s unlikely her parents will reach us before she does”
“Are the school aware of that fact?” she asked and the doctor nodded in response
“Well that just won’t do” Freya said with determination and stood up
“May I use the phone in your office doctor?”
“Who do you want to call?” he asked
“The headmistress” she replied “Do you have a number Sister?”
“Yes” she replied and handed her a scrap of paper “her name is Hardacre, and she’s really stuck up”
“You can use my office on one condition” the doctor said
“What’s that?” she replied expecting a proposition
“That I can listen in” he said
“Done” she said
(Part Three)
They went into his office and she sat in the chair and putting the phone on speaker she dialled the number.
Meanwhile Dr Gossage closed the door and set his mobile phone on the desk.
“Carrington Chase!” a woman answered
“Mrs Hardacre please” Freya said
“I think you mean Ms Hardacre” she responded in monotone
“Yes” she replied
“And you are?”
“Nurse St David, Churchill Hospital”
The line went dead momentarily before another woman’s voice said
“Ms Hardacre speaking”
“I’m Nurse St David from the Churchill” Freya said
“Oh yes” she responded flatly
“You understand the seriousness of Pauline’s condition? And that it’s unlikely she will last the night, and certainly won’t live long enough for her parents to see her alive?” Freya asked at length
“Yes it’s very tragic” the headmistress replied
“We were wondering when the schools representative would be arriving to sit with her for her final hours” she said
“The school isn’t sending anyone” Ms Hardacre responded with surprise.
“Why not?” Freya responded
“It’s not our responsibility” Hardacre replied
“That’s a disgraceful attitude” Freya said angrily
“She is one of your charges, she is your responsibility, whatever happened to “in loco parentis””
“The girl was not on school property at the time of the accident”
The headmistress interrupted
“And she didn’t have permission to be outside”
“So she got what she deserved? Is that what you’re saying” Freya said red with rage
“Well it wouldn’t have happened would it?” Hardacre replied
“So you take their money and then wash your hands of them”
“I’m not going to dignify that with an answer” She said
“So I take it you won’t send anyone?” she asked
“That’s correct” the headmistress replied
“You’ll let her die alone?” Freya asked “What about pastoral care?”
“We don’t molly coddle at Carrington Chase” she answered
“What faith is she?” Freya demanded
“What? I’ve no idea” she replied
“Then check your records and find out” Freya barked
“Who are you to give me orders” she said affronted
“Listen Ms Hardarse” Freya snapped deliberately mispronouncing her name “Pauline will be dead by morning and she should have the benefit of her faith at the time of her passing”
“Very well” she said and tutted
“A few moments later” she returned.
“Christian” she said flatly “Anglican”
“I would like to tell the parents when I see them, what a great support you have been” Freya said
“But I can’t because you’ve been no bloody help at all and I will be giving them a detailed account”
“How dare you threaten me, you jumped up little tart” She said angrily “this school has a lot of friends to deal with the likes of you”
And then Hardacre hung up.
“How rude” Freya said “I hadn’t finished with her by a long chalk”
“What a bitch” Dr Gossage added and picked up the phone he’d laid on the table.
“That was brilliant” he added and tapped a couple of keys and then the phone emitted the following
““Carrington Chase!” “Mrs Hardacre please” “I think you mean Ms Hardacre””
“You recorded it?” Freya said and Peter nodded
“I wish I’d thought of that” she said
“Not to worry” he said “give me your number and I’ll send you the file”
“Oh yes is that your normal ploy to get nurses phone numbers?” Freya said tongue in cheek
“No I’m serious, it might come in handy if the old cow sets her powerful friends on you” he said
(Part Four)
Freya went to the hospital chapel to see the chaplain but she was told she was already performing the last rights on an elderly patient.
So she left a message for Reverend Val Hicks and then Freya decided she could not let Pauline end her life alone so she volunteered to sit at her bedside until the end.
So she sat and held the hand of the poor young girl who but for a moments loss of concentration would have had a life full of infinite possibilities.
At around 2.30am Reverend Valeria Hicks quietly entered the room.
She was a rather large unattractive woman in her forties, they briefly made eye contact and she smiled at Freya and revealed a missing tooth.
No words were exchanged, Rev Hicks just went straight into her well-practised ritual.
It was less than an hour later when the candle light of a twelve year old girl was snuffed out and Mr and Mrs Yeo would have a child to mourn.
The door to the on call room opened and Freya quietly entered.
Peter Gossage was in the bed and thought he heard light footsteps on the floor but then there was silence so he dismissed it.
Freya slipped silently out of her clothes and then she was in bed and cuddled up behind him pressing her naked flesh against his.
“Do you think this is a good idea?” Peter asked
“Yes” she responded in a whisper
“Why?” he asked
“Because I want to feel alive” she replied and Freya kissed the back of his neck, her lips, soft like petals on his skin and his arousal began.
As she continued with her feather light kisses, her hand reached around his torso and very quickly gripped his swelling organ.
Freya tugged expertly on him as her mouth reached his ear and her tongue licked and darted.
Peter broke away from her embrace and turned around and pushed her over onto her back and took control.
And explored every inch of her tiny body, every curve, every nook and every cranny until she had reached the point when she could wait no more.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked
“Just make me feel alive Peter” she replied and pushed Peter onto his back and then scrambled aboard him.
Freya quickly impaled herself on him and rode him roughly as she took back control.
All he could do was admire her little tits skipping in rhythm with her pumping and fondle her pert buttocks.
Freya writhed and squirmed as she extracted every ounce of pleasure from him until she reached that ecstatic point, that hinterland between being rooted to the ground and the gravity defying release of orgasm as she made a delicious utterance of intense satisfaction.
After about 5 minutes and without speaking Freya kissed him softly and got out of bed, she then redressed as silently as she had disrobed and left.
Monday, 6 February 2017
Freya St David, 13 – Goddess with the Strawberry Blonde Hair
(Part One)
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.
(Part Two)
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
“Fell 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” pass?” 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.
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.
(Part Two)
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
“Fell 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” pass?” 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.
Sunday, 5 February 2017
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
“It’s 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.
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
“It’s 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.
Saturday, 4 February 2017
Freya St David, 11 – Goddess of Sessrúmnir
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 and she was a first class flirt, and her skin was always flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed.
Yet she never did anything more than flirt 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.
As a district nurse she had a number of regular home visit, terminally ill or housebound patients and she’d built up a good rapport with most of them.
She had had a very busy week and by the time she returned to the District Nursing office she was exhausted.
“Oh God” she said to herself when she saw that George was still there, he was one of the temporary cleaners, covering while the usual couple were on holiday for the week.
He was good at his job but he fancied himself a bit, and he was a good looking lad with a well-toned body but he was no more than 18 years old.
This however didn’t prevent him from propositioning every female member of staff irrespective of their age.
Freya had been swatting him away like a mosquito all week thankfully the A team were back after the weekend.
She really wasn’t in the mood for any of his nonsense.
Freya was not in the best of moods to begin with as she was a bit miffed that she hadn’t heard anything from the captain, she felt sure that there was a connexion between them, she thought maybe a text message or an email, even snail mail but there was nothing.
She was also hot and bothered as it had been a hot day and because they had to wear the full uniform on her rounds including black tights and her legs were sweaty.
Freya didn’t like sweaty legs much so as the evening was still warm and as the office was officially closed the first thing she did when she got back to her desk was to remove her black tights and let some air to her legs.
She was also moody because she hadn’t had it for a while.
Freya was always horny in the hot weather and as she hadn’t been active since the day of the Summer Ball she was like a volcano ready to erupt.
So when George propositioned her in the waiting room for the umpteenth time that week she snapped
“So you fancy a bit of Ginger?” she shouted and got right in his face
“Well erm um well” he stammered
“Well let’s see what you’ve got big boy” she said angrily and thrust her hand down the front of his joggers and grabbed his cock which, as was the habit with teenagers instantly swelled in her hand.
“Not bad” she said and he tried to kiss her
“They’ll be none of that” she snapped
She wasn’t about to let him fuck her, she had however decided to fuck him, just in case he had a hair trigger.
She released his cock and yanked his joggers and pants down to expose his not insubstantial organ and then pushed him backwards onto the large low table in the middle of the waiting room littered with magazines and other reading matter.
“Get on your back” she snarled and he meekly complied
Freya climbed on top of him, pulled her knickers aside and slid herself onto him
“Is that what you wanted George” she said
“Oh yes” he said and tried to touch her arse
Freya slapped his hands away and said
“Just hold on to the table and try not to come too soon”
She moaned coarsely as she skewered herself on him.
He reached up to fondle her tits through her uniform but again she slapped his hands away again.
“I won’t tell you again” she snapped.
Freya wasn’t interested in him enjoying himself this was all about her stress relief, her satisfaction, and her volcanic eruption.
Which she would get as long as he didn’t finish prematurely.
Freya was content to close her eyes and ignore the callow youth treating him as no more than a dildo as she remained in complete control and exuded the most sensual self-satisfying moans as she rode him to their mutual climax.
She climbed off him and rearranged her drawers and looked down at George lying down on the table with a grin on his face.
“You can put that away now” she said and batted his withering erection like a cat swiping at its prey which made him wince and removed the grin “And tidy this mess up”
Freya was twenty seven years old but looked much younger and she was a first class flirt, and her skin was always flushed pink like she was freshly scrubbed.
Yet she never did anything more than flirt 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.
As a district nurse she had a number of regular home visit, terminally ill or housebound patients and she’d built up a good rapport with most of them.
She had had a very busy week and by the time she returned to the District Nursing office she was exhausted.
“Oh God” she said to herself when she saw that George was still there, he was one of the temporary cleaners, covering while the usual couple were on holiday for the week.
He was good at his job but he fancied himself a bit, and he was a good looking lad with a well-toned body but he was no more than 18 years old.
This however didn’t prevent him from propositioning every female member of staff irrespective of their age.
Freya had been swatting him away like a mosquito all week thankfully the A team were back after the weekend.
She really wasn’t in the mood for any of his nonsense.
Freya was not in the best of moods to begin with as she was a bit miffed that she hadn’t heard anything from the captain, she felt sure that there was a connexion between them, she thought maybe a text message or an email, even snail mail but there was nothing.
She was also hot and bothered as it had been a hot day and because they had to wear the full uniform on her rounds including black tights and her legs were sweaty.
Freya didn’t like sweaty legs much so as the evening was still warm and as the office was officially closed the first thing she did when she got back to her desk was to remove her black tights and let some air to her legs.
She was also moody because she hadn’t had it for a while.
Freya was always horny in the hot weather and as she hadn’t been active since the day of the Summer Ball she was like a volcano ready to erupt.
So when George propositioned her in the waiting room for the umpteenth time that week she snapped
“So you fancy a bit of Ginger?” she shouted and got right in his face
“Well erm um well” he stammered
“Well let’s see what you’ve got big boy” she said angrily and thrust her hand down the front of his joggers and grabbed his cock which, as was the habit with teenagers instantly swelled in her hand.
“Not bad” she said and he tried to kiss her
“They’ll be none of that” she snapped
She wasn’t about to let him fuck her, she had however decided to fuck him, just in case he had a hair trigger.
She released his cock and yanked his joggers and pants down to expose his not insubstantial organ and then pushed him backwards onto the large low table in the middle of the waiting room littered with magazines and other reading matter.
“Get on your back” she snarled and he meekly complied
Freya climbed on top of him, pulled her knickers aside and slid herself onto him
“Is that what you wanted George” she said
“Oh yes” he said and tried to touch her arse
Freya slapped his hands away and said
“Just hold on to the table and try not to come too soon”
She moaned coarsely as she skewered herself on him.
He reached up to fondle her tits through her uniform but again she slapped his hands away again.
“I won’t tell you again” she snapped.
Freya wasn’t interested in him enjoying himself this was all about her stress relief, her satisfaction, and her volcanic eruption.
Which she would get as long as he didn’t finish prematurely.
Freya was content to close her eyes and ignore the callow youth treating him as no more than a dildo as she remained in complete control and exuded the most sensual self-satisfying moans as she rode him to their mutual climax.
She climbed off him and rearranged her drawers and looked down at George lying down on the table with a grin on his face.
“You can put that away now” she said and batted his withering erection like a cat swiping at its prey which made him wince and removed the grin “And tidy this mess up”
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