Riding the Storm

So I go and see Storm, he needs someone to talk to, and I know him better than anyone, and I've got closer to him than anyone he's ever known. We end up going back to his and watching a film. He's got an arm aaround me and then it's inside my skirt. The funny thing is I'm wet before he's even touched me. Then his fingers are inside my thong and  rubbing me. I've got his jeans off and I'm wanking him off, he gently pushed my head down over his cock and I'm goiving him a blow job. He's moaning above me and he suddenly decides to move me, picking my up like I weigh nothing. He lays me in front of him and fingers me until I squirt, for the first time in years, and just as I start squirting he's inside me with my legs over his shoulders. I scratch down his chest and thighs leaving dark red trails. And I'm desperately trying not to scream because his housemate is next door. We've almost always orgasm at the same time, but this time I came before him, and just as he came he pulled out covering me in his spunk.

I'll make a kinkster of him yet...

Escape (Story)

I hate family events, I mean really hate them. From the "You scrub up well" to the "Why did you have to get another tattoo?"

But then I never expected to see him there. I don't know why I didn't, I mean he's a family friend so why not? And I've been fantasising about fucking him for so long it's been driving me crazy. Not that I ever expected anything. He always seemed so nice, and clean cut. Dare I say almost good for me?

So when I finally get him all alone and to myself we talk, am I single? Oh hell yeah. How can a nice girl like me be single? How sweet, you still think I'm nice. I'm tired of this almost flirting and feeling like I'm under the microscope of my family. I smile that half smile, pull my hair out of my eyes, lean over, one hand on his thigh and the other on his shoulder and whisper "Let's get the fuck out of here, just for an hour or I swear I'll go mad."

"OK." Damn, I didn't think it'd be that easy. I lead us out a back door out of the house, and round the corner. I pull him down the road and lean my back against the wall, pulling him into me and kissing him. He wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me back. Hey, when did being subtle get you anywhere? He ran his hands over my body, and I reached under his shirt and raked my nails down his chest. He wrapped my hair in his fingers pulling my head to the side and kissed my ear and down my neck.

"Lets go somewhere a little more private." The joys of having a house in the middle of nowhere is that there's plenty of feilds for a little privacy. Well, more private than this anyway. We hurried off to a feild a few minutes away. We dropped to the grass and he was on top of me. He pulled my skirt up and my underwear off, stuffing it into my mouth. He turned me over and pulled me onto my hands and knees. I heard him undo his jeans and he was soon inside me, fucking me hard. I moaned through my underwear. Then a finger slid into my arse, and I pushed back against it. He pulled out of my driping cunt and then he was in my arse, stretching my tight hole and it felt amazing. I started rubbing my clit with one hand which he pulled away and held in an arm lock behind my back.

He pulled out and turned me over, and took my underwear out of my mouth, grabbed my hair and forced my head down over his cock, ripping my top down and slapping my tits as I choked on his cock. He pushed me back down and was back inside my arse and rubbing my clit until I came. He pumped into my arse harder and harder until he filled my arse with his spunk. We lay on the grass breathless, he finally turned to me, put an arm around me.

Blast From the Past

So, does anyone remember Mist? Well, he has been back in contact with me. (Who'd have thought it?) He messaged me on a BDSM networking site. He's out of town at the moment but when he gets back would I like to go for a drink? He's so sorry for hurting me, he misses me and he never should have ended it with me. So, does anyone actually believe a word of that? Because I know I don't. He's not back for a few more months but I don't see any drinks happening. Unless of course I go purely to pour the drink over his head. Which I must admit is tempting, if not somewhat childish.

A Change of Direction

So as we all know I'm back to being single again, and have been for a few weeks. I've had my first Valentines Day as a single woman (which felt wonderful as whether single or in a relationship I detest that day!) I have been out with friends a few times, and had plenty of interest from men and women.

Now the woman had a boyfriend, one of the men was just plain weird and it felt like having my own lapdog/sycophant and the others were just not my type. And I'd rather like to overlook the so-called friend trying to set me up with his mate. Five minutes into fooling around with him and I was willing to run a mile in tight shoes just to get away from him.

In the past eighteen months my heart and soul have taken more of a battering than most will in such a short space of time, and I guess it's left me feeling rather cynical lately and a bit on the defensive. Which is really not like me. I used to enjoy having playmates and no strings fun, but it's not what I want any more, the very thought is a turn off and leaves me feeling a bit low oddly enough. When things were at their best with Storm (which sadly was rare) they were amazing and it's showed me a different side to things, and I'd quite like something like that again. So I'm going to wait this one out, be looking for some good free porn sites, and erotic novels to keep myself amused in the mean time and see where it goes.

Getting Back On the Horse

I've been single for a few weeks now. I'm on a couple of kinky dating sites, but I'm getting sick of them already. The only people that seem interested (and already have it in their heads that I must be interested in them) are all twice my age and more. Now I know that some women like that kind of thing, but I want a long term relationship, would a relationship with that big an age gap really last? I doubt myself that it would, I'd rather be with someone my age who I can grow, and potentially grow old with.

But then I have not met anyone that I have been mutually interested in for a long time. There's been a few people show some interest but we want different things, or I'm just not attracted to them. I'm very picky about who I go for.

Drumroll Please

I have had a really busy and crappy couple of months. Long story short I'm back as a single woman again. I've had a horrific shock that there is no one out there I actually want to fuck! Not a single Dom or Domme on the internets! I must write a letter to my local MP complaining about this matter...

So I have got to invest in a good vibrator. If anyone knows of a good one please do let me know.

In other news I plan to be back again on a regular basis with my usual dirty stories and updating you on my latest adventures. And it's been a long time (too long) it was great to see there are now a grand total of 21 people subscribing to the blog!

So since I hate to dissapoint my fans I'll be posting a new story within the next few days.

Love to you all

Spirit x