Monday, 4 January 2021

WHAT DOES IT TAKE

 

Does it take the fuller figure?

To help you pull your trigger

Or is it those who kiss and tell

You require to ring your bell

Or does it take a total bitch

To really flick your switch

Perhaps its nurses on the ward

That actually pulls your cord

Is it lamb that’s really mutton?

You need to push your button

Must they wear the briefest thong?

To make you bang your gong

Ought they dress in something tight?

To really light your light

Must they act all prim and proper?

To help to pull your stopper

Must they wiggle when they walk?

To make you pop your cork

The truth is, unless I miss my guess

They need only answer yes

Choice Tales from the Vale – (309) It’s the Quiet Ones You Have to Watch

 On the west side of Downshire is Northchapel which has always been the Industrial powerhouse of the County and although it doesn’t physically occupy its centre it is the beating heart of the County.

In recent generations its fortunes had suffered greatly but in the 21st century major regeneration of the town was underway.

But some things stood the test of time regardless of changing fortunes and that was the Public Library.

 

The longest serving member of staff was Librarian, Julia Szaraz, who was the very epitome of her kind.

Her dark brown hair was pulled back severely into a bun arrangement, she wore heavy framed spectacles and dressed in various shades of black or grey, normally in A skirt with thick black tights and sensible shoes, and she dressed like that all year round, whatever the weather, the only variety being the addition of a black or grey cardigan, in the depths of winter.

Julia was thirty five years old and had worked at the library since she left school, she was a quiet studious person, very private and didn’t really socialise with the other staff, and she was widely expected to get the Chief Librarian position when it became available, that was however until outsider David Ryce was appointed to the position, and they took an immediate dislike to one another, Julia resented him for taking what she saw as her job, while he though she was just dour and dowdy.

Despite what she thought David Ryce was supremely qualified for the position and was not afraid of putting the hours in to get the job done, and over the weeks that didn’t go unnoticed by Julia, who was also known to work late.

 

On one Friday night he had been in his office and completely lost track of time and when he realized the lateness of the hour, he promptly shut his computer down and prepared to leave.

As it was late the cleaners had been and gone and they had turned the lights off behind them, so it was quite dark as he walked along the corridor between the book stacks.

As it was getting late he decided to get a takeaway on his way home and was having an internal discussion as to which cuisine to choose as he scanned the menu’s on his phone, and then he was knocked off his feet by a figure in the darkness and finished up prone on the ground and his assailant ended up laying on top of him, using his phone as a torch he shone it in the persons face and was surprised to see it was Julia Szaraz but not quite as surprised as he was when she kissed him full on the mouth and inserted her tongue, quite expertly and in that instant of insertion he suddenly viewed her in a different light while appreciating the high degree of skill in her tongues application.

He had always viewed Julia as rather plain, and on the skinny side of slim, and her mode of dress was very unappealing.

She was often referred to behind her back by her colleagues as Jules the prude or the virgin Goth, so to find her on top of him and have her initiate a rather pleasing engagement of tongue, and in his opinion she was a damn good kisser, was to say the least out of the norm.

David certainly wasn’t expecting it and nor was he expecting what happen next, which was for her hand to unzip his fly and pull out his semi erect member through the opening.

Although it didn’t stay semi for long, because the moment the beast was free of its confines, she disengaged her mouth from his and went to work on his cock, and the expert way she set about her task he could tell that his was not the first member she'd had her lips around.
“Jules the Prude gives great head” he said to himself before saying out loud

"Oh Miss Szaraz"

As she worked on him, his mused about still waters running deep, or more precisely, running deep throat.

It was at that moment that she stopped suddenly, startled by a noise, real or imagined, and she quickly stood up and he noticed from his prone position that one of her sensible shoes was missing. 

Her absent Brogue had obviously come off her foot when they both fell.

Julia backed into the recess between the shelves and he joined her there, his erection still protruding from his open fly.

As they stood there in close proximity, she didn’t say anything, but her breathing was quick and shallow.

After a minute or so, and satisfied that no one was in the building her lips returned to his and her hand went to his shaft and tugged on it roughly, while he fumbled inside her blouse and unhooked her bra, and once that was achieved his hands quickly moved to her small tits surmounted by nipples, as fat as his little finger when aroused, which they quickly were.

As her kissing became more urgent and her grip on his rod more frantic, he began to hoist up her skirt until he could gain access to her underwear.

He yanked down her thick black tights, which gave little resistance over her narrow hips and boney arse and the satin and lace of her knickers quickly followed suit.

Once both tights and pants were at knee height Julie accommodated him by extracting her unshod foot from the unwanted items.

David then ran his hand up the outside of her thigh and fondled her cheek, she had a nice arse, soft and squeezable but he soon worked his way teasingly to her generous thicket and then slid his fingers in between her juicy lips.

He instantly thought how wrong her colleagues were about her being a dried-up virgin, at that precise moment they were certainly a long way from the truth.

She was still kissing him hard and snorting in great lungs full of air through her nose, and although still gripping his tool in one hand Julie used her other one to undo his trouser button and yank down his slacks and bare his arse.

David removed his fingers from her honeyed lips and backed her closer to the bookshelf behind her and her narrow hips and small buttocks fitted neatly in the gap between some dusty tomes, but she kept her thighs together when he had her in position

"Are you going to take me, like you took my job?” she asked

“Without a second thought for my feelings?"

“Yes, to the first one” he said truthfully “Very definitely no to the second”

“That’s good enough” she said and opened up for him and he slid into her and when he entered there was no resistance and the way she received his offering, the way she wrapped herself around him pulling him deeper into her, David knew she had received others before him, so he went at her greedily, and her legs wrapped around his hips, her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders, and she was growling out contented moans to his rhythmic penetrations.

As he pumped her harder these turned to guttural groans, and as her pleasure heightened they grew to howls, the closer to climax the higher the pitch, onward and onward, frenetically climbing until crescendo and she screamed and he shot into her.

They stayed in their final position for several minutes, panting loudly, with his cock still twitching inside her and her muscles contracting around his shaft and she made several long pleasurable languorous sighs, so he kissed her neck and she hugged him tightly.

 

They redressed quickly in the dark, although he suspected Julie went home with her knickers and tights in her handbag.

“I hope we can do that again sometime,” she said

“Oh yes, I think we can” he replied then he walked her to door, and they exchanged a long liquid kiss as they parted.

 

As he completed his journey home, he thought to himself how funny life could be, who would have thought that a plain, dour, and dowdy, skinny young woman could be such a pleasurable fuck.

It just goes to show that it’s the quiet ones you have to watch.

Sunday, 3 January 2021

GIRLS WHO WEAR GLASSES

 

It’s said “that men seldom make passes

At girls who wear glasses”

But what if the girl is wrapped within

Such soft velvet like skin

Or she is full of vitality and vigor

Or has an hourglass figure

With a pinched waist and curvaceous hips

Or moist pouting lips

Perhaps she has milky white thighs

Or maybe come to bed eyes

What if her blouse struggles to repress

Her large heaving chest?

Maybe she has a dazzling smile that wins

Or has long slender pins

Would men ask out girls who wore glasses

If they had really nice arses?

Uncanny Tales – (059) Fumbling in the Dark

It was in a caravan in Sharpinghead one long hot summer that Paul and Mara lay safe in the darkness as modesty abates and their inhibitions melt away into the night.

Soft lip touches lip as hot mouths engage and inquisitive tongues employ and passion grows.
Eager trembling hands explore eager young flesh in clumsy groping as they cling together beneath the covers.
Writhing in unison, moaning, panting, gasping, the language of lust spoken fluently in licentious converse until the immodest cacophony peaks to imminent crescendo with uncontrollable desire, and the throb and ache of want for that final urgent coupling as they feed in their gluttonous sweaty consumption as they attain their base and primitive satisfaction.

Saturday, 2 January 2021

Uncanny Tales – (058) I Saw You in a Different Light Today

 

I saw you in a different light today, one of statuesque beauty where you emerged from tomboy obscurity causing heads to turn and eyes to stare and thoughts to turn to those of impurity.

But tonight, I see you in a different light again as your pale pink lips kiss mine with sensual grace and your hands are inside my clothes and I am on fire with passion.

But then the former tomboy’s lips are no longer on mine but are now kissing my breasts and as you take my nipple in your mouth your fingers are awash within me. 

Thursday, 31 December 2020

Choice Tales from the Vale – (354) New Year’s Day

 

Pepperstock Hills National Park stretched from the bare, and often barren crags of Oxley Ridge in the North to the dense wooded southern slopes on the fringe of the Finchbottom Vale and from Quarry Hill, and the Pits in the West to Pepperstock Bay in the East.

It is an area of stark contrasts and attracted a variety of visitors.

The quarry hill side of the park to the west, as the name suggests, was heavily Quarried over several hundred years, though more extensively during the industrial revolution, the Quarries had been un-worked for over fifty years and nature had reclaimed them and former pits had become lakes and were very popular with anglers and the sparse shrubbery and woodland made it popular spot with courting couples whereas the northern crags and fells were popular with climbers and more hardy folk it was also where the village of Springwater was to be found, which was where owner and manager of the Black Swan Hotel, Greg Monroe lived.

It was on a bitter cold New Years Day and Greg was tucked up cosily in bed in his cottage when he was disturbed by a knock at the door.

He put on his dressing gown and opened the door to find his girlfriend Jane standing there, and he was surprised to see her there, as he hadn’t expected her until around lunchtime as she was driving up from Willow.

“Hello…” he began but before he could say more she had pushed him inside and closed the door behind her, discarded her coat, hat and gloves and then she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him and the moment their lips met she redeployed her hands to make inroads into his dressing gown and immediately made contact with his swelling cock.

Greg decided under the circumstances not to enquire why she was early until later, and used one of his hands to unzipped the back of her dress while the other one was on her shoulder and instantly pulled the sleeve of her dress down her arm, Jane obligingly slipped her arm out, and as the fabric fell away he was able to see her formidable breasts encased behind black lace, then he repeated the operation with the other sleeve and the dress fell away to the floor and she used her tiny feet to kick it away.

Greg glanced in the mirror and could see the reflection of her cute little arse as she stood before him in just her underclothes, tights, and ankle boots.

He unhooked her bra, but he didn’t wait to discard the garment, his hands moved straight to the prizes and cupped them and toyed with her stiffening nipples.

Their mouths disengaged briefly, and she took the opportunity to wriggle free from her harness, and then they kissed again as he slid his hands down inside her tights and knickers to fondle the flesh of her cute plump cheeks.

It took little or no effort to roll her tights down her buttocks to the top of her thighs, and then he picked her up and in one fluid motion turned and carried her upstairs and threw her onto the bed, she gave a little scream as she landed on the bed followed by a fruity chuckle when he grabbed her ankles, slipped off her boots and began peeling her tights from her legs.

When she was naked he gave her a thorough appraisal, as he slipped out of his dressing gown, and her eyes were fixed on his huge erection, while his eyes hungrily consuming every inch of her, from the stiffened nipples on her plump tits via her flat stomach to her gloriously black bush.

He dropped to his knees and began kissing his way up her thigh to his goal.

As he proceeded upward along her thigh, he could smell her pungent scent, a wonderful mix of femininity, arousal and lust, and the heady fragrance spurred him on.

He looked up briefly and saw Jane laying there with her eyes closed, biting her lip and as she opened wide for him, he buried his face in the inviting moistness of her gash.

 

Once he had satisfied both Jane and his animal appetite, he began kissing his way up her young body, her primeval fragrance all around his mouth, stopping when he reached her breasts where he sucked on her stiffened teats while he fingered her heat with two fingers, and Jane moaned deliciously as he frigged her, and she barked like a seal as she came, and he raised his head from his task to revel in her extraordinary exclamation.

Leaving her misshapen nipples wet with his saliva. he put his hand behind her neck and lifted her head up towards him, so he could kiss her.

Despite his face still being wet with her pungent juices she responded urgently to his kiss, her tongue darting energetically in and out of his mouth.

Taking her by surprise he pushed her onto her back again and she looked up at him wickedly.

Greg was still kneeling on the floor and with her lying stretched out before him, with one hand grasping a handful of duvet and the other playing with her swollen nipple.

She spread her legs wide and the juicy target was at the perfect height to receive him and she sucked in air through her teeth as his huge cock penetrated her, and Jane’s skinny legs wrapped around him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Choice Tales from the Vale – (353) New Year’s Eve

 

It was New Year’s Eve and Alex Monroe and Clarissa St Claire were staying at the Worsted Viper Hotel in Purplemere where they were attending a Hogmanay party.

The first thing Clarissa wanted to do when they arrived was test the bed springs, which she did, in a very accomplished manner after which they indulged themselves by using all the Hotel facilities, until she wanted to test the bed again.

 

Alex Monroe was standing in front of the Mirror in their hotel room making final adjustments to his highland regalia, as Clarissa emerged from the bathroom wearing a green evening dress.

“Wow” he said “You look stunning”

“Wow yourself” she retorted “I hope you’re pantless under that kilt again”

“Of course,” he said, and she picked up her clutch bag

“Good to know, now let’s go”

“Clarissa! I want to ask you something” he said

“Well ask me on the way” she said and opened the door and before he had chance to object, she was gone and by the time he caught up with her she was stepping into the lift.

“Clarissa!” he called

“Come on I’m hungry” she said and pressed the lobby button “Ravenous in fact”

“I always get ravenous when I’ve been ravished” she added and chuckled

“Clarissa, I want to ask you something” he said and pressed the stop button

“No, you can’t have a blowjob,” she snapped

“Or a tit wank, not even a hand job”

“That’s very disappointing to hear but that’s not what I wanted to ask” he corrected her

“What then? What perversion haven’t I listed?” Clarissa asked

“Clarissa St Claire, will you please shut up while I’m trying to ask you to marry me” he barked

“What?” Clarissa exclaimed

“Will you marry me?” he asked, and she looked at him open mouthed and he began to think it was too soon, she wasn’t ready for marriage.

“Damn, too soon, to soon” he chastised himself silently, and then she threw her arms around his neck and screamed

“Yes, Yes, and Yes”

“I have something for you in my sporran” he said and fished inside for the cheap little gold ring he’d bought in Purplemere just for the occasion and gave it to her

“This is just a symbol” he said, “We need to buy your ring together”

“I’ll keep it forever” she said and kissed him, but it wasn’t just a kiss of affection or a kiss of gratitude, this was a kiss of a wholly different kind, this was an opened mouthed, darting tongue, stirring the loin’s type of kiss.

“Now I’m more interested in what you have under your kilt than in your sporran” she said

“Then I think we need to get you back to the room,” he retorted, breaking away from her embrace.

“No” she snapped and reengaged her mouth while settling her hand beneath his sporran, and his manhood swelled in response, but he broke away again and insisted urgently

“We really need to go”   

“No” she retorted again and began to lift up his kilt.

“But” he interjected but she reengaged with his mouth again to stop him talking while she deftly reached under the kilt for his cock and provocatively stroked his shaft.

After a moment or two of her delicious attentions she stopped kissing his mouth and stooped down and kissed his knob before taking his cock in her mouth.

“I really think we should …” he began, but in truth it was futile once her lips had encircled his shaft, he knew they weren’t going anywhere.

“Oh Clarissa” was all he could manage while she sucked on him then there was a smacking of lips and a slurp before she raised her head and gave him that familiar leer which said

“Now you can fuck me”

The problem was how, the where was obvious as they were in the lift, and it was a fairly safe bet that they wouldn’t be discovered in flagrante delicto.

However while he was dithering about trying to think how to give her what she wanted, the new decisively dirty Clarissa took control of the situation, when she turned her back on him and hiked up her evening dress until it was gathered around her waist, then she leant against the wall with her naked arse pointed provocatively at him, her pale cheeks quivering in the bright elevator lights.

So, he lifted his kilt and inched up behind her and he got in close 

and bending his knees slightly he thrust purposely upwards into her hot pussy.

“Nice” she said as he slipped into her.

As he gave her more of the same, she had to stand on tiptoes on the zenith of each upstroke.

It was a frenetic affair, noisy and raw and by the time they reached the peak they were both panting hard and Clarissa barely had enough breath to scream when she came and all he could manage was a grunt as he shot his load.

Alex withdrew and quickly rearranged his highland dress while a panting Clarissa stood motionless insitu and he slapped her quivering white buttock.

“Does this mean were engaged” he asked

 

After their engagement party in the lift, Clarissa made herself respectable, and repaired her makeup.

They decided that it might be imprudent to proceed to the lobby once they started the lift again, so they went up a floor and walked down the stairs and celebrated the New Year in style.