Right about now, I feel like I’m on top of the world, thanks to my mate Hennessy! Although, I guess I’m not that far from being on top of the world, as I sit on my Virgin flight to Barbados at 39,000 thousand feet in the air. I’m trying to write, I had grand plans to write for the duration
My dearest sweetest Ghetto Mistress, I implore you to forgive the wicked erotic musings of my vile tortured self. I am repeatedly visited by a demon bringing visions of your goodly self in a state of immodest nakedness begging me to join with you in a series of the most depraved acts that only the most wanton mind could imagine.
So there I am sitting out on the verandah (or porch as I’ve just been corrected) overdosing on some much-needed vitamin D and minding my own business. As I stand up to stretch my legs and admire my surroundings yet again, I notice a young man in the garden a few houses down standing by a tree; nothing wrong with
As I sat on the not so crowded tube, my mind wandered back to the events of the last month or so. There were a few days where I lost all inhibitions and… well…, let’s just say I’m now a totally different person. There we were sitting on the Heath taking full advantage of the Indian summer. Everybody had the
The sun was slowly setting, the temperature had dropped slightly. Everybody had gone home including the cleaners. The office was deserted, almost! The door was shut but not locked; the blinds up and the window open. Music was playing quietly from the PC. You’re pummelling me from behind, banging the shit out of my pussy. I’m screaming filthy directives at
I was in the shower, singing as usual. I got to the end of the song when you decided to join me. You took the soap in your hands and washed my body. Your soapy hands covered my skin whilst administering a nice light massage. Mmm your hands felt so good. You stood behind me and started soaping my shoulders