Naughty bus ride

Stood on the bus, Jess wondered again why she chose this way to get to and from work. The heat was cloying and not helped by the press of people, all desperate to get home and put their day's work behind them. The bus pulled into the next stop and she cursed inwardly at the crowd waiting to board, this journey really was going downhill fast. Against all odds everyone squeezed aboard and as the bus moved off with a sudden jolt, Jess was grabbed as someone lost their balance. 

She turned, fully intending to give this person a piece of her mind but found the words would not come as she found herself staring at the most beautiful man she had ever seen. Everything about him screamed perfection, his stylish suit tailored to fit his athletic frame, his deep blue eyes and apologetic smile. He leaned in to murmur his apology into her ear and she breathed in the spicy scent of his cologne. He was pushed against her again as the bus stopped to let even more people on, this time she had to grab him to prevent herself falling. His body was so hard, it was like he was carved from granite. She held on longer than was strictly necessary but he did not seem to mind. Gradually the pressure eased as people disembarked but he stayed close, gazing into her eyes. 

There was something happening here, his eyes spoke of a hunger and she was willing to be devoured. Jess's stop arrived, she looked him in the eye and gave an apologetic shrug and she made to get off. Disappointed that whatever this was had to end. He reached out and grabbed her arm, spinning her back to face him, he leaned down and kissed her. Melting into him Jess forgot all about her stop. The bus pulled away and he smiled and told her that she should stay on for just a little longer with him. What was she doing?, a fleeting thought of caution was overridden by passion, as he kissed her once more.

They disembarked together at the next stop, he took hold of her hand and led her into the park, more specifically the wooded area to the side. Jess could not believe she was letting a stranger lead her like this but she felt powerless to resist. He pushed her up against a tree, and pushed his lips against hers, the kiss becoming heated and frantic as his hand moved up the inside of her thigh, lifting her dress with it. 

Wasting no time his fingers found her sex through her panties as he began to stimulate her. His kiss moved to her neck, and she was aware of her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her sex was tingling as his fingers traced over the thin layer of fabric, she was going to cum any minute, this was so delicious. He suddenly knelt in front of her and holding her dress up with one hand he pulled her now damp panties aside with his other.

The feel of his tongue, directly on her sex sent a shockwave of pleasure through her body and Jess bit her lip to prevent herself crying out. There were other people in the park, if anyone heard a noise they would look over and see them and as self conscious as she felt there was no stopping this. He had her clitoris now, sucking it and playing it against his teeth, she tried to hold off but the orgasm crashed over and through her, obliterating her senses. She stood shuddering against the tree as the aftershocks rippled through her. She felt brazen, free for the first time. Jess realised she had been waiting her whole life for this moment and she was going to grasp it with both hands.

He stood, pinning her against the tree, his kiss holding the promise off the passion to come. The taste of her sex was musky on his lips and tongue, she tangled her fingers in his hair lest he pull away. There was no danger of that, he had freed himself from his trousers and she gasped as he picked her up and pushed roughly into her. Jess wrapped her legs around him, pulling him tight to her, the pleasure of each hard thrust offset by the rough bark digging into her back. 

This was no romantic liaison, this was primal need. They were both breathing hard, she was kissing his neck but had to bite down on his shoulder as another orgasm took her, nearly making her cry out. He gave no sign of pain but thrust harder and deeper inside her, his fingers digging cruelly into her hips as he poured his release into her, she felt his warmth deep inside as he sagged against her, crushing her against the tree. 

Slowly he gathered himself and leaned back, allowing her to draw a breath. He looked into her eyes and smiled, she smiled back and suggested he might put her down now. Laughing he lowered her to the floor and they both sorted out their clothing before he led her to the bus stop.whilst they waited for the bus, he confessed to Jess that he should have got off the bus earlier but had stayed on because of how stunning she looked. 

Exchanging numbers, he promised her a call to arrange a get together, that would blow this experience away. He was so sure and confident that Jess knew she would be sitting by the phone, eager for him to make good on that promise.

Faith

What is faith?,

I hear you ask.

How to explain,

am I up to the task?

From the tiniest ember,

a flame can show.

feed it and fuel it,

feel warmth in its glow.

This is my answer,

I hope it is clear.

That you say not,

is my biggest fear.

The smallest of seeds,

all you need to sow.

Water and nurture,

reap what you grow.

Open your heart,

I try to explain.

So little required,

yet so much to gain.

A light in the dark,

keeping you safe.

The flickering candle,

that is faith.

Betrayed

Philip had gone beyond anger and rage. He now sat at his desk, centred in a terrible calm. His fingers softly tapping in time with the ticking of the the old grandfather clock in the study. The room was in a state of complete disarray, a result of his initial rage. Sitting at the desk, calm with a small smile playing at his lips, Philip was at odds with the environment.

Nothing could have prepared him for the scale of betrayal and deceit, the hurt ripped a hole right through to his very core. There would be a reckoning for this alright, there would be no half measures. His revenge was going to be brutal and bloody. As he considered the blood his smile grew wider and life finally returned to his eyes.

Philip had tried so hard to blend in, to be normal! He had gotten a job although he had no need to work, he had people he saw socially and there was his family. At the thought of his 'family', his expression flickered to rage, replaced with the smile so fast you could be forgiven for thinking it a trick of the light. His 'family', those people he had allowed close enough to care for, to protect and enjoy spending time with. There was no blood tie to these people, more a bond formed over time and stronger for it.

How long he they conspired against him? Plotting in their dark hidden places, desperate to steal his wealth. The irony being, had they asked, he would have given it freely. He had simple tastes and money meant very little to him. He had been thinking of his family when he drew up the will, wanting to take care of them should anything ever happen to him. He had shared this will with them to give them peace of mind for the future. Oh how their eyes had lit up when they saw their inheritance, he had convinced himself then that it was a trick of his mind, they would not think like that.

Philip had so wanted to trust them, but there was an itch between his shoulder blades that could not be scratched. Gradually over the last couple of weeks he had pieced together their plan. He had to admit he admired their patience, they had been very careful but had underestimated him, not a mistake anyone made twice. Philip noticed things that others wouldn't, he had made it his life's work to study people and could tell when something was up. The scheme they had hatched to have him institutionalised was now doomed to failure.

To Philip, black and white was the best way to view the world, he had tried to live in the boredom of grey and look where that had gotten him.  Looking back at the last few years he could see clearly that he had been fooling himself, pretending to live a life that society demanded rather than the life he wanted. He had not realised how drained and lethargic he had become until this betrayal. Maybe he should be thanking them and not planning to punish them,  but where was the fun in that?.

Standing, he looked around the room and began to tidy up. What could not be salvaged was placed neatly in the bin. While he worked he thought about blood, the feel of it tacky on his fingers, the copper taste, the darkness of it, blacker than the night, the way it would glisten when moonlight broke through clouds and bestowed its gentle kiss. His smile grew wider when he considered just how much there would be when he was finished and he barked a short laugh at the image of literally bathing in their blood.

Finally order was restored and Philip found himself in front of his Grandfather clock, a heavy piece, not easy to move. The pendulum clanging against the sides as he levered the clock away from the wall to reveal a shallow alcove. This contained a black leather bundle, covered in a fine layer of dust, neatly tied up with a leather thong. Philip reverently picked up this hidden package, feeling the weight of it, comfortable in his hands after so long. Placing it on the desk he could not help notice the tremble in his hands as he reached to untie the thong. Unrolling the package he revealed the tools that he had denied himself for too long.

His knives still razor sharp and the claw hammer squat and heavy. They had all been burnished to ensure no reflected light would give him away. The movies made people stupid, they saw the glint of knives before the strike and thought that was the correct way to do things, Philip was smarter, he knew that not being able to see the weapon coming for you made it deadlier still. People were terrified of the unknown, not being able to see where the strike was coming from and just feeling the pain added to the feeling of helplessness.

Philip put the clock back against the wall, and made his way to the kitchen to prepare dinner. He found his appetite had returned and his food taste real for the first time in many years. Full at last, he returned to his study and waited. He sat motionless, fingers steepled under his chin as if deep in thought, watching the hands of the clock move slowly, but steadily around the face. Finally it was time to act.........

A memory of love

The memory has always stayed with me of that last summer before my parents moved us away. I don't think the sun ever shined so bright, as when I was ten years old. The old neighbourhood, made up of tired, run down housing on the edge of the desert. A beat up old park, more sand than grass was the centre of my universe and just down the street. There was always the promise of adventure as me and my friends transported ourselves to distant times and other worlds.

The old climbing frame was the hub of our adventures, It was sometimes a tank; sometimes a time machine and sometime a place to hangout and make plans. On my last day there was no where else I would be. I had stayed after my friends had left, no yet willing to give up this magical place, hanging by my knees, feeling the blood rush to my head, pounding a regular beat. I looked around at an unfamiliar noise, a gentle squeak followed by a thump, that was getting closer. Upside down as I was, I could not turn enough to get a proper look without falling from my perch.

The squeak and thump were getting louder, I had hauled myself back up and found myself looking down at a beautiful girl in a paisley dress making her way towards me on her pogo-stick. Sarah was in my class at at school and I was deeply in love with her, all my friends at the time knew it and teased me mercilessly. She had made her way towards me, nearly falling off as she attempted a quick wave. My mouth went dry, I was going to have to speak to her, what on earth was I going to say?

Sarah finally made it over to me. My heart was pounding in my chest and my face flushed as I had climbed down to meet her. There was an uncomfortable silence whilst Sarah had gotten her breath back and I had stood there staring at my trainers. There was so much I wanted to say to her but time was my bitter enemy, I had felt a surge of anger then, at my life and my Parents for ruining it. It is amazing the difference time makes, knowing now, as I do that the decision was the right one, does not change the feeling of righteous anger I had felt at that moment.

Sarah was the first one to break the silence, “so you leave today?” I had looked up at her face then, something in her voice, a nervousness I had not heard before. Her face had been flushed too, I had thought it was just from using the pogo-stick but she seemed to be having trouble meeting my eyes as well. I had replied sadly “first thing tomorrow morning, to beat the traffic”. “Oh” was all she said, a determined look appeared on her face, before she had suddenly stepped forward and planted a quick kiss on my lips.

Before I could even begin to recover she pulled an envelope out of her pocket, thrust it into my hands and carrying her pogo-stick under her arm beat a hasty retreat. I swear my mouth must have been opening and closing like a goldfish, I had looked down at the envelope and back up at the dwindling figure of Sarah. I had watched until Sarah was completely out of sight before ripping open the envelope to find out what treasure was within.

I pulled out a letter and read its contents again and again until the light was to bad to see the words. The letter remains with me to this day, like me, it is a little faded and more than a little the worse for wear. I think back to that glorious Summer all those years ago, when the Sun was shining the brightest it has ever been. I realise that it was not an ending that day but a beginning.

I can only hope you feel the same,

thoughts of you not being here make me sad.

Please write to me every week

and I will do the same.

that way, no matter how far,

we will still be together.

Yours always,

Sarah

xx

I told the story and read out the letter at my 21^st birthday party and we all laughed; I did the same thing on our wedding day, my beautiful Sarah and you cried; I told our children and grand children and we both cried; now as I hold your hand and tell our story to you, one last time, it is only me crying. I do not know if you can still hear me, but I want you to know, my feelings are still as bright as that summer so many years ago. Death is not the end, merely a new beginning, where I will be with you once more.  

Exhibitionism

Sue felt horny, really horny. Looking at the clock she realised she still had three hours left at work before she could go home. The office around her was a bustling hive of activity, everyone was working flat out to get the project finished. It was the culmination of months of hard work and the reason for her current state of arousal. Sue had spent the past month working closely with Paul in the conference room, Paul was a man in his physical prime, well dressed, extremely good looking and ‘oh god’ did he smell great. Sue wanted him now, over the desk, against the wall, on the floor, it did not really matter where she just wanted him.

From her vantage point across the room she shuffled the paper in the folder she was clutching, whilst looking over the top at his pert arse. He was reaching across the table pulling the fabric tight over his buttocks. Sue felt the heat surge between her legs, she must have made a sound because he looked over his shoulder at her. She met Paul’s gaze and was about to say something incredibly stupid to cover her embarrassment when she saw his eyes dart away for a split second. It was at that moment that something seemed to shift in the room, it was nothing physical but Paul stumbled against the table and flushed bright red. He recovered himself quickly but it left Sue mystified, why did he keep glancing over at her?

Then Sue realised she had let her legs drift a little apart, and wearing her thigh length dress, she was leaving very little to the imagination. Closing her legs, Sue tried to focus on her work but all she could think about was Paul looking up her dress. Looking over at him she could see he still kept looking over at her, she felt so powerful, in control. Waiting till he was looking again she opened her legs, not just a little this time but enough so that he knew she was letting him see. Sue had thought she felt horny before, but now there was a raging fire between her legs, there would be no doubt the evidence was showing on the fabric of her panties. Paul was staring again and his mouth was hanging open.

Sue let him look, she placed a hand on her knee and traced a line up the inside of her thigh, dragging the hem of her dress with it. Paul was facing her now and there was an obvious bulge in his trousers that promised a sizeable surprise. Sue was surprised at how far she was going and how much she was enjoying it, especially knowing that at any moment someone else could walk in to the conference room. Her fingers had reached her panties now, she shuddered in pleasure as her fingers felt her sex through the damp fabric. Paul sat on the edge of the table and watched the show, Sue pulled her panties to one side inserted a finger, she was going to come any second and welcomed the release. Biting her lip she finally felt the release she had been aching for.

Finished, Sue put her panties back in place and pulled her dress down. She closed her legs and went back to work. Paul, still perched on the side of the table was doing a passable impression of a gold fish as his mouth opened and closed with no sound coming out. It was a relief having released some of that pent up pressure but as good as her fingers were she wanted Paul inside her. After a few minutes of making him stew, Sue walked over to him and put her finger in his mouth, she told him that when work finished for the day she expected him to pay her back for the show tenfold. Time seemed to fly by for her but by look on his face Paul was feeling every minute as if it was an hour. Every time she could, Sue let him see up her dress or down at her cleavage, each glimpse seemed to make him more uptight and she gloried in her new found power.

That night Paul made good on her demands although he pretty much exploded at Sues first touch, the night was long and full of pleasure. Sue agreed to hook up with Paul again and agreed instantly to not wearing panties to the restaurant, loving the thought he could look up her skirt and see her without anyone else knowing. That date turned them on so much it ended with them screwing in a park, her skirt hitched up as he bent her over a bench. Who would have thought that a little bit of exhibitionism could be such fun.....

Submitted

I have been reading some authors who write about Submissive and Dominant relationships. This poem is inspired by this topic of which I am still pretty ignorant......

Bound by one in whom I trust,

a surrender of my will.

Obey my sir I know I must,

or a punishment he will fulfil.

So I can please and sate his lust,

his training he does instill.

Until time ends and all is dust,

I will submit to him still.

Captured

Water ran in rivulets down the mould infested wall. The cold and damp sat heavy on her chest causing a wracking cough. Time had ceased to have meaning in this place, all she could do was watch the water on its inevitable journey and restart the count that the cough had interupted. She was not sure what she was counting up to, but it helped pass the time. There was only one thing she could count on, the regular visit from Him.

He never said anything, but she always knew when he was there. Stood at the door to her cell He would watch quietly, she had, at first stared with defiance at the door, meeting his unseen gaze. Over time her gaze had begun to waver, de-hydrated and hungry she felt her resolve weaken. She still felt shame burning bright as she recalled her complete break down, begging him for food and water, promising him anything in return. She had meant every word and had sobbed with relief as she was rewarded with a little water.

Her mind wandered, again she stood at the boot of her car, reaching in, to place box containing the Christmas present she had bought for her son. At the thought of James she curled herself into a ball and let the tears flow. When she regained control, she started the count again, one, two, three... fifty eight, fifty nine..... the box again, into the boot, the shadow of movement, a phantom behind her reaching around her..... seventy three, seventy four..... a sharp pain in her neck before everything went dark.

One hundred and eight, one hundred and nine.... another racking cough that affected her whole body but this time not the count. Time continued to pass, her internal count continued as she watched the water on its journey down the wall, always the same journey... two hundred and three, two hundred and four... opening up the boot of her car, picking the box for James, excited at the thought of his face on Christmas morning. A flicker as a shadow passes behind her, a sharp pain and then blackness.

He stands at the door, watching her as she sobs, curled into a ball. She counts out loud, this is new and therefore interesting. He loves to watch his girls, his favourite so far is this one, she took longer to break. There is no doubt now that she is broken and he feels sad, he fingered the blade in his hands and considers when he will sever the connection. As sad as he feels there is also excitement at the prospect of ending this relationship in his own special way.

The counting has stopped now and he knows she is aware of his presence. He stands there remembering all of the good times they have shared together, the silence is a comfortable one, both at ease with each other, there is no need for words any more. Now in this moment he realises that the time is now. She must realise this as well, because although he has not moved yet, she has moved into the corner and is whimpering quietly.

He has been watching her for a while, this time it feels different, a peculiar feeling that makes her skin crawl. She crawls to the corner, seeking refuge, she is whispering James name over and over again. She is too weak to prevent the inevitable, she knows this, but the protective mantra of her sons name gives her a small measure of comfort and hope. It is not enough, the door opens and hope disappears with a blinding light.

He enters the room, watching her cover her eyes, he knows the pain she will be feeling in this the first light she has seen in their two month relationship. He is not worried she will see his face, he wants her to see him. The last thing she will see, will be the love in his eyes, he knows this will give her the ultimate peace.

He felt great, it was a good day to be alive. The sun was shining, bright, in the sky, as he walked up the path to his front door. He put the key in the lock and as he opened the door he smiled in rememberence of that final moment, his last goodbye to his love, the acceptence in her eyes. He was bought back to reality by a whirlwind of energy flying into his arms “Daddy, you're home!!”