Friday Poem,

First a bit about this poem, I wrote this some time ago when I was going through a dark place in my life. This week is the anniversary of what caused that dark time. When I was young I was attacked by one of my friends boyfriends. It still haunts me today, but I am a survivor, I lived where she did not. He went on to later killer her, he is now spending 10 years behind bars for her murder and 16 years for the rapes and assaults on 5 young woman and one little girl.

I wrote this poem when I was no longer able to cope with what had happened, my way of copping was to try and forget what had happened and try to move on, it worked for a bit then failed me.

The Misty Day

The misty dreary day
Washes all hopes and dreams away.
The candle that once burned bright
Has now faded out of sight.
The Darkness has come,
Taking away the day
Leaving only sorrow and pain
To fill the fill the void that once
was filled with hopes and dreams.
And love it seems.

Squeeze me, please me HNT

There is one part of my body that I absolutely love and that is my breasts. I love the way my nipples look so here is one being held and teased just for you by a mystery person ( not me).

Friday Poem, Prince charming

Prince Charming

Prince Charming comes calling
In the night, bringing pleasure.
He charms with his acent,
Fall to his arms.
His nimble fingers, forget all time
His kisses swift, stolen and mine.
His touch is gentle and sweet.
He kisses me till I sleep,
Nurses me while I weep,
So my demon don't creep,
Upon me in the night.
He is mine for now,
Till the bell tolls, eternal hour.

Written by me in 2005

Little Housewife HNT

So this is my first HNT, I thought I would do on that reflected who I am. I am a little Housewife complete with aprons to keep myself clean while I do the chores.

This little number is my oldest one, it still serves me well,

even if it is a bit small, makes frying while nude interesting.

Have you been a bad boy?

Want to play 1950's Dress up?

Well I can, and I am even playing peek a boo.

And to end it all a view from the rear.

Totally spankable.

Well that is my little show, So long for now,

back to the house work.

Photos taken by Trance

Walking Wet

Ever walked down a street and wondered if your little secret would be found out? That someone would see what you are hidding?  The other day was my day like that, I walked to the shops with a nice little wet patch in my shorts.

Now this wet patch had taken all day to get there,  I had started the morning out by trying for the first time a toy that Trance had given to me. Eureka it actually worked in getting me off, normally only with the help of someone else am I able to wank to climax. But this time I got there with the help of my new little toy. So with the day starting off well, I moved on to housework, nothing exciting there, but after work comes rest.
Hehehehe, I have earned some time on the computer, so while sorting out my bookmarks I start to read Literotica and find myself getting turned on. Making myself wetter in hope of relief, ah but alas John is due home and he has no coke left. So I must wait till he returns so that I can wonder up to the shops to get it for him. When he gets home he makes a request for coke and denies my request of a change in pants. So I am made to walk to the shops wondering if anyone can see the wet spot, and strangely getting turned on more by the idea of having a naughty little secret that I can get caught out with.

I've got a ticket to ride

A pair of tight jeans, a bumpy road and a vehicle that vibrates, add them together and you have a recipe for a very happy woman. I was thinking this as I was enjoying for once a bus trip, the way the bus vibrates, gently rubbing the seam of my jeans along my clit is very enjoyable. I started to think how many other people know about or have experienced this? I for one didn't come as such but I did get a bit worked up, the thrill of all the people around you, the excitement of trying not to get caught.

Is this one reason why so many old ladies ride the buses, or that you see young couples getting overly excited on the bus? I know I used to get excited by being with my man when I was on the bus but I never thought that maybe the buses vibrations were helping him get me worked up. By the time we got "home" I was ready to jump him. So a new type of foreplay? Take them on a bus ride, so they are more likely to ride?

My finial thought as I got off the bus after a most enjoyable and exciting trip was it gives new meaning the the question - Did you come on the bus?

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