This is a growing collection of my stories. I appear to favour writing about sex and death, not always together. I'm also writing two books. Some days it feels like most other people inhabit a world where you can aimlessly wander into vendor-created wonderlands and purchase things you never knew you needed - for entertainment. The mind boggles. I believe it's because I wasn't allowed to watch television as a child. I just don't get some things. I'm ok with that

Monday, June 28, 2010

not just wicker baskets and big hats: a picnic



Sandy walked by the door of the bathroom, in a hurry to remove her drab work clothes. At the sound of Tully humming she stopped and peered in. Her flat mate was immersed in bubbles and warm water, eyes closed and her head resting on the edge of the bath. The steam hummed to the ceiling from out of the bath, slate bath tiles beneath the tub wet, as though she had been splashing in the pleasant warmth. Sandy took in the sight of a relaxed lady, soaped and glistening, bubbles running over her svelte arms and steam gently rising from the tub.
Tully opened her eyes and Sandy started with dismay, had she been staring? Tully gave her a lazy smile and sunk deeper into the steaming warm water, when she resurfaced her long black hair clung to her neck and face. She brushed it out of the way and looked up at the other woman
"Oh Wow,this is So good"
Sandy only smiled, thinking to herself what a picture Tully looked, like this. She marvelled at how amazingly rare it was to see her so relaxed. Normally, the two of them ran about making their lives and their working lives a perfect fit. But today was Sunday. Sunday nights were special in so many ways. Ordinarily Tully loved them.
"I see you" Sandy offered softly. The atmosphere in the room was charged with a certain flavour. Spice, Sandy grinned to herself and took a step closer, she was now inside the bathroom. Sandy put down the bag at her side.
"That looks OK, you know. So do you" She finished deliberately, hoarsely. Sandy hedged her bets and took another step closer. Tully sat up out of her steam-bath and the bubbles began to fall away, leaving her lithe body, glistening in the heat, exposed. She leaned over and almost put her arm across to preserve the illusion of chastity, stopping the bubbles as they pooled above her nipples. Sandy could hear her heartbeat in her ears and choosing this moment to make her next move - even to herself, the sound of her shoes on the tiles was grating. She slipped off her socks. As she walked towards the bath she felt dampness seep into the spaces between her toes. Sandy felt the heal of her foot growing damp. She leaned on the sink casually and pulled them off, slinging her socks into the ikea clothes basket. Tully just watched and nearly disappeared under the water as she feigned disgust. There was a wry twist to her mouth, pulling her lips into a sensual, mischievous expression. The moment lit itself into smaller spotfires. Perhaps a white elephant appeared and disappeared in the steam across the mirror. Neither woman noticed and Sandy bravely closed the distance between them. She sat on the edge of the tub and only paid the most precursory attention to the fact water had began seeping into her jeans around her hip for Sandy had other ideas on her mind. Her preoccupation allowed her to lean in.
"Do you have a headache?"
"No"
"I know something that's great for stress relief" Sandy's eyebrow arched
Tully grabbed her by the second button on her work blouse.
"You're a dag" it was the last thing she said before her soft lips found their target on Sandy's own. She closed her eyes and drank in the sweet, plushness of the delicate embrace. Sandy smiled too.
"What if I got in there with you?"
"What if you did?" Tully lifted her arm out of the warm waters, reaching up to cup the other woman's shoulder. Water ran down the sleeve of Sandy's white shirt and the fabric clung to her arm. She shivered. With one foot in the water and her black pants soaked to the skin, Sandy kissed the other woman's warm features, her eyes, her damp eyelashes that stuck together so seductively, the nub of her delicate nose, by the time Sandy claimed her lips Tully was quivering, shaking with a need to be touched, engaged, explored.
In the quiet of the house the noise the water made as it wrapped about her leg caused her partner to jump, sliding her bum around on the porcelain of the tub. She squeaked in approval and Tully giggled.
Sandy got in, fully clothed. As she did, warm suds slopped out all over the black tiled room, making the floor glossy and reflective. Awkwardly, for the first time that afternoon Sandy slid her feet in until she was crouching at one end of the tub.
"Like that?" Tully shot her a heavy look and pulled her, Sandy's weight fell across her friends slight, naked form and they kissed once more. As the kiss deepened Sandy could hear Tully's breath becoming shallow. She explored the interior of her mouth, gently at first, with sedate darting intensity and then choosing to burn her way into a more steady motion. Tully tasted incredible. To Sandy she tasted of chili and chocolate... and hope.
She sloshed to her knees and pulled away from the embrace, encouraging Tully to stand in the shin deep water, coercing her as she too, made her way upright. The water made the material of her thin blouse cling in all the right places, over the swell of her breasts and the delicate softness of her epaulets, the material coming in at her navel, clinging to her taught midriff. She wore a singlet beneath, and a white lace bra.
Sandy managed to coax Tully all the way upwards by brushing her arms and raising the other woman's lips to hers as she rose to standing. Wordlessly, Sandy got out. She didn't take her eyes from Tully's blue ones, unbuttoning her shirt and peeling it from her soaked frame. Tully came to her, the suds continuing to fall away onto black tiles. Hungrily wasting no time reuniting their lips, and in return tasting her warm water-soaked lips made Sandy weaken, she let out a little moan.
"And I'm cold" she said softly, breaking the embrace and smiling coyly into Tully's close, perfect face. Tully's blue eyes rounded in surprise at the change of tact. She almost replied but Sandy continued to strip. In a moment Tully's hands were on her stomach, trailing her breasts, pleasing the budded nipples with pressure, offering caresses alternatively from the sweet warmth of her mouth or the comparative, abrasive coldness of her hand. Boldly Sandy rounded Tully's hip in her palm, slipping her hand around to cup her cheek. At this Tully inhaled, catching a deep breath of sweet bathbubble smell and the citrus tang of Sandy's perfume. Was it her body or a scent? Surely nobody smelt that good naturally, or tasted so good, or moved with the same strength and suppleness and most of all, made her want to lead the way into a much more passionate embrace that would satisfy them both; Sandy mused. She pushed her hand around to the curve of Tully's stomach, her wet fingers making the journey sticky and tantalisingly staccato-ed. Tully flinched and giggled, the noise dying in her throat as Sandy continued on her path towards pussy, brushing the bath-moisture from the springy hairs, easing two presumptuous fingers past her folds, into her centre and making her wriggle with delight on Sandy's hand.
Still dressed in her clinging black pants Sandy ran her other hand down Tully's neck. Lost in a sensation of pleasure, the other woman bent her head and moved inside the caress, Sandy trailed a path with a playful hand, down her supple back, her two fingers still buried at Tully's core, moving ever so gently around, in an exquisitely sedate motion. In a moment of clarity Sandy chose to turn Tully to face away from her, until she could witness her own reflection. The sight of her flushed face and her bright, uncharacteristically dark eyes, took her by surprise. She looked so luschious, so alive, as to be almost feverish. The moment sang with promise.
Sandy's hand probed and Tully's knees almost buckled. Her fingers wrapped appreciatively around the bathroom sink basin.
'Don't move... any ..muscles' Sandy requested in a low, husky voice.
She rummaged in her bag and almost broke the moment. In her haste a smile played on her lips and she balanced her slight weight on the balls of her feet.
'I've got chocolate, wouldn't it be fun?' Tully only watched as Sandy unwrapped the Picnic bar, casting the wrapper impatiently onto the floor behind them. The compound chocolate coated toffee peanuts never looked so intriguing before, never so suggestive as in the oestrogen charged confines of their share-house bathroom. A kiss sealed the moment and Tully gripped the sink
'Go on then Tiger, make my afternoon' Tully shot at her dryly. Sandy raised her eyebrow but she failed to comply. She bent her head to kiss Tully and their lips met.
'What would you like?' Sandy asked softly, after a moment. The words out of her mouth whilst still touching the other woman's lips.
'For you to fuck me'
'Like this?' Sandy placed the cold head of the Picnic bar at the delicate crux between the swell of Tully's bottom and her sex. Tully shivered and parted her thighs ever so slightly. In the mirror she saw Sandy kiss her shoulder blade, her collar bone, and then as the blood rushed to her ears and she was overcome with desire, Tully could feel the magic of Sandy's hand sliding the chocolate bar into her, only a fraction, before withdrawing. The suggestion of more to come drove her crazy and she wiggled her attractive rear whilst turning to look at Sandy in the room.
'I dare you' her eyes glittered. Sandy didn't need a dare and she pushed the improvised dildo into the folds of her sex, removing it at the same pace until she established a gentle rhythm. Tully sighed, pushing back, allowing Sandy set the rythmn as she kissed the corner of her mouth, her neck. When she arched her back Sandy worked a trail of soft kisses down her nape, responding to the growing urgency of the other woman's need and removing the basin as a barrier between their flesh. They came together, torso's touching, a pleasurable sensation of soft flesh on flesh. All the while Sandy continued to work on Tully with the bar, by now the heat of her pussy and the weight of her love juice began to melt the chocolate. Sandy let the bar fall to the floor to be cleaned up later, she licked a chocolate covered finger and leaned in for a kiss,. Tully obliged and gave herself up to the sensations raging through her, an expert hand unheeded, now led the way towards orgasm, fingering her clitoris, gently entering her passage, revelling in the joy of her wet and appreciative pussy and with it Tully rose to the breathy heights of release.
At the point-of-no-return she cried out and lost the ability to kiss or be kissed, she shuddered and went on shuddering, the muscles of her core contracting and releasing. Tully writhed on Sandy's hand and before long was pleading for her friend to stop her beatific, torturous caress, Sandy obliged and slowed her movements. Reluctantly she pulled away from their embrace. The room smelt of clean flesh and pheromones. Heat from their adventures and the cooling bath water had successfully steamed up the mirror.
Tully leaned back for a fraction of a second and they eyed one another
'You didn't even take your pants off'
'Yet'
Sandy chuckled coyly and took a moment to meet her eyes. Intuitively she reached for the towels and wrapped them both, she led the other woman out of the black tiled bathroom and away from the remnants of the fun they had enjoyed. Sandy ushered them both into the warmth and seclusion of her bedroom. The key turned in the lock of the front door, signaling the arrival of their other flat-mate, just as Tully kicked shut the door.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Outdoor entertaining area available…




They stopped speaking once they hit the water. Clothes thrown off in the heat of the sun, a little light breeze speaking of the afternoon, threatening them with the cool that comes with night time. A little bit of wine under that same telling sun earlier in the day and she had unwrapped the scarf from around her friend’s neck and gently run its feathery weight one whole length of her friend’s thigh. How the delicate trace of the fabric had made her ache to be touched by a hand. She wanted to kiss just to be kissed. To taste the weight of another’s on her lips, the warm breath and the cushiony feeling of flesh on flesh. No matter who’s, the pull of sensuousness in her nature, threatening to satisfy her on its easily attainable heights.

They stopped speaking and swam out. She swam further than she would have liked to and could feel her breath cooling in her chest, the shortness that accompanied fear in her breathing. Soon they were out deep and away from the electric barbeque lights, out there in the middle with just the thick smell of river sand and the muddy taste of the water. She could taste the minerals on her tongue; taste the old leaves that gave the water its colour. Treading water and looking at one another. Their white skin in the dark water and the feel of cold all around; tickling their sense of adventure.

She duck dives towards her friend and comes up for air close by. The water falls off her face and leaves her slick and sensuous. Her dark, proud eyes are made innocent by the water, her lashes stick to one another. They smile at each other and are languid now in the water. Earlier, as they sunned themselves and patted themselves mentally on the back for having made the most of a beautiful day by wagging work and taking a picnic down the river, they had eaten ham and cucumber sandwiches washed down with cold, soft, pink Bubbly and sat at the waters edge near a playground. They’d eaten Cadbury Picnics that had stayed good in the cooler but once out stuck to their hands and faces. After champagne they drank American vodka and raspberry cordial with soda. Lemonade, they had found previously, made it sickly sweet.

They lay down on the rug as the shade started to move and stared at the blue day. They had even held hands for a while and placed their hands on one another’s chest to feel how their body moved up and down when they laughed. Cat sat up on one elbow and kissed her friend. It was light and playful and soon they were fooling with one another. Keeping it light and simple, uncomplicated by any intent. The torturous pleasure of the afternoon had stretched on.

A touch like a passing insect on the upper thigh while Cat sucked the other woman’s fingers as if they were strawberries, tasting them over and over again as if they somehow held an exotic flavour all of their own. The other woman giggled a lot more then, and squealed with delight.

They kissed until their lips were sore and swollen from teasing. The warm honey feeling of being in the sun all day like a drug. The quiet heat that grew between them made the silence seem sexy, like a dream. Cat listened for her friends little cries of absolute pleasure as they made out standing next to the tyre swing.

The swing was strung to the tree in such a way that a good push sent it our almost past the shallow water. Happily now she found herself drawn ankle deep into the cold river water. The water made her thighs tingle, her palms feel hot and heavy. The sluggish river sand under foot squished around as she kissed her friend once more. They clinked their glasses together and ate each others oral orifice whilst threatening to fall into the water.

Cat found herself leaning on the swing and allowing the weight to gently rock her against the other woman’s body. The softness of her breasts, the valley between her hip bones, her soft middle. Her friend caressed her upper thigh as they kissed, under the skirt fabric until finally her fingers began to play where they were most welcome. Cat’s pussy was lush and wet. The slow afternoon had left her on sensuous tent-a-hooks, so many tiny, sexy moments. She felt she would burst when her friend slid two fingers in to find her slick centre. She shook as the pressure increased and the hand began circling gently, it warmed her to her toes and to the tips of her hair. She opened her mouth a little and her friend smiled to see the pleasure on her face.

Neither of them heard someone approaching. Her friend confessed later to only being vaguely aware that it may not have been Cat’s hands on her body. She hadn’t thought to protest when a man joined them and only fuelled their fine teasing. He feasted upon Cat’s prone body, replaced her friends light touch with his own. His gentle touch and the rough skin on his hands made her ache for cock and fulfillment. Cat glanced over at her friend and they both seemed naughtily at ease in the strange situation. Cat kissed her hand, the crook of her arm and her neck. In return she allowed Cat to be kissed by the stranger and watched in sleepy amusement as Cat guided the hand he had ventured up her skirt to perform acts that suited her better. His rough, large hands gave her pleasure. She was breathing in short shallow bursts now, her cheeks flushed and her head thrown back.

She pushed the good-looking stranger away from her and cheekily pulled her friend towards her, kissing her full on the mouth. The other woman made the soft noise of a female on heat. They undressed slowly like that, all three. They peeled their clothes off like secrets after dark at bedtime and tumbled on one another’s bodies in a fever. Cat licked the man’s body from the button of his jeans all the way up his chest to plant hot kisses on the burning skin of his neck. Her friend tugged his jeans – now wet from the shallow water - down over his hips and off. He led them to the edge of the water in his white boxers. There was no one else around Cat noted, there hadn’t been for hours.

Cat let her friend tug his cotton boxers past his toes. The woman stripped off her tiny cotton knickers and giggled. Greedily she took his ample cock in her hand like a precious object and squatted over it. She slid down his length easily, she was so wet. As she took him inside she made a satisfied whimper before setting about increasing his pleasure with a faster pace. She rode him with enthusiasm and would stop suddenly, savouring the feel of his cock, opening her full mouth in a satisfied sigh and then pick up the pace again. The stranger thought he would die from the luxury of it.

Cat amused herself in the water. She felt it’s smooth coolness like the hands of a lover and giggled and wriggled around. She felt her clit and its crazy warmth. She bounced at the delightful feel of a hand on her sex. She played a little, feeling orgasm creeping up, savouring the torturous pleasure, carrying herself with the deft touch of her own hand to the point of no return, she stopped, swam a few strokes and looked over at her friend enjoying the stranger at the shore. They fucked with abandon, now she sat on his face as he lay stretched out, his head buried in her sex, his rigid cock glistening in the sun.

Cat swam into shore, she crawled out of the water towards them, she dripped water on his body and he flinched with surprise. He continued his enjoyable task. Cat crept to his penis and took it in her mouth. She slurped and pleasured him until she could feel the tension in his legs and the rest of his body. Her friend fell off her perch; she sighed and laughed a little. Almost immediately the man’s body tensed a little more and she felt his dick grow even more substantial in her mouth. He came and the hot liquid spurted into her mouth, on her face, in her hair. She laughed and sat up still holding his cock in one hand. She dribbled saliva and semen onto her chin. He sat up. Cat turned to dive into the water again and refresh. She swam a few cool breast strokes under the water and came up for air. He sunned himself and looked as though he might nap. Cat duck dived towards the other woman and came up at her side. She cupped her breast playfully and kissed the pink nipple under the water. The other woman floated on her back, offering herself, clearly enjoying it. When at last they looked back to the shore he was by the swing, dressing. When they looked again he was making his way away from them, disappearing into the afternoon.

Now hours later and as they swam in the cool, knowing river water each woman thought of the day that had passed. Each had a cheeky half smile on her lips and a saucy glint in her eye.