ThePinkPoppet

Flog Me Again Baby!

March 10, 2010

by thepinkpoppet

A while back, the Cap’n decided that he needed to flog me more often. He’s smart like that! (Yeah Cap’n!) Now, we already have a multitude of different “toys”, but he wanted something specific that you rarely find in most brick and mortar adult stores and was not even easily found in online stores. He was looking for a heavy-duty, Elk leather, very thuddy mop-type flogger with braided handle and knot heads. Yep, he’s often very specific about things. That’s why he got me. I filled the all of the criteria he was looking for all of those years ago…(A)loved sex. (B)would do almost anything concerning sex. (C) thought anything he wanted to do to me was cool. (D) had absolutely no gag reflex whatsoever.

Back to the flogger now…..after weeks of searching every available place we could think of, find or ask everyone about, we settled on contacting Happy Tails to see what they could do for us. One of the primary things we were interested in was getting the highest quality product we could get and having it made of the materials we wanted. A flurry of emails to and from Stan at Happy Tails and I had all of the info for the Cap’n and the order was placed. Within just a few days, the box arrived containing our custom-made, Elk leather moppy flogger with Kangaroo leather braided handle (in the exact colors and braid style that the Cap’n wanted) complete with knot-head ends on the handle and hanging loop. It arrived in perfect condition and even came insured. Ours has 14 inch long falls (over 70 of them) and the overall length, not counting the loop at the end) is 24 inches. The weight, balance, colors, materials, everything is exactly right.

Now I must say, this thing is like the royalty of thuddy floggers! Happy Tails claim to make the finest floggers in the world. I can say I truly believe that now…at least for the one we had made. (We expect that the next one we order from them will also be such great quality as well). Elk leather is nothing like cowhide leather. It is thick, luxurious and decadent. Feeling this leather run across your skin is almost like sex itself. Happy Tails claims to use the finest quality Scandinavian farm-raised elk hides. Holding my flogger and brushing the leather against my bare skin and I believe that. As I said, the handle is kangaroo, a leather that is suppose to be about 5 times stronger and longer lasting than the traditional cow hide leather. The people at Happy Tails are not only artisans when it comes to this stuff and take pride in what they produce, (all handmade by them and nothing is mass produced) but each item you order can be made to your own specifications…type of leather, number of falls, weights, handle size, balance, color, design…the list goes on and on. And when I say choices…you just need to go to their website to see for yourself the almost infinite combinations of things you can put together…just the types of leathers alone cover Elk, Cow hide, Moose, Bison, Bull hide, Deer skin, Goat, Lamb, Suede, Kangaroo. Click on the General Information tab at the top of the site and read what they have to say about their products, about ordering and how they will work with you to give you exactly what you want.

Now they not only make and sell floggers to order, but whips, tomcats, hog slappers, quirts, Cat O Nines, restraints, ball gags, and other various items. And if you can come up with something else, ask them, they might be able to make what you want…it never hurts to ask. And check out their Mission Statement (under the “Home” tab) while you are on the site. It tells you a lot about how they think. I can honestly say that without any doubt whatsoever, this is indeed a company that we will be doing business with again and will be recommending to friends.

And to clarify here in case anyone thinks I am giving this review in exchange for anything…think again. I did not receive anything free or even discounted from Happy Tails for this review. They did not even ask me to review this…I asked them if I could review it on my blog. This is a product, and a company that I think I can fully stand behind. That is why I am putting this review on my blog. When you are into BDSM, a good part of your lifestyle concerns your “toys”….you should take the time and invest in quality that will last you for years and years. As far as I am concerned, this company and their products are QUALITY.

Happy Flogging!

e[Lust] # 9

March 9, 2010

The Flight Attendants

March 3, 2010

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tags: Fantasy

by thepinkpoppet

In the sexual world, Johnny thought of himself as very experienced. He was self-assured, cocky but in a charming way, handsome and still young enough, only 35 that very week, to enjoy it all. The fact that he was a flight attendant for a major airline and traveled around the world, gave him opportunities that rarely presented themselves to the average Joe. He had bedded women in almost every country he had traveled to and experienced what he thought was every act or position that a man and woman can share. He had “been around the block” and had more than his fair share of the female population, but of course, that did not stop or even slow down his chase to get more ‘tail’. There was always another conquest to be made, another notch to put on his belt. Lately though, he had been feeling like there wasn’t anything new or as exciting as it had been just a few years ago. And he wanted to experience something new. He was always the initiator…always the one to do the chasing. But truthfully, the chase wasn’t hard. Women too easily gave it up to him and it seemed to be the same scenario again and again. Eye contact. Chit chat-small talk. Buy her a drink or two. Flirt. A little ‘innocent’ touch to her shoulders or hand. More flirting. More touching. Finding a room, a bed, an empty hallway, passageway, closet, his car, her car, a taxi or even an alley. He had been between the thighs of so many women that he couldn’t even recall most of them anymore. Like a meal or a glass of wine, they were quickly consumed to satisfy his hunger. He moved on satiated, for awhile…but just for awhile…always coming back to search out something new, some fresh taste to excite him.

There was only one girl he hooked up with semi-regularly….Debi. She was also a flight attendant for the same airline. Although they were not always on the same route, they did run into each other from time to time. Those times almost always ended in a hotel room together. They had met almost three years previously and had gotten to know each other quite well. Johnny always thought of Debi as a female version of himself…a woman searching for the next cock, the next fuck. So when he realized that Debi would be in Paris at the same time he was, and both had layovers, he gave her a call. There was nobody else he could think of that he would rather spend his birthday with. She agreed to meet him in the hotel bar that evening but made it clear that it would be late since she had another ‘date’ for earlier. That did not bother Johnny in the least. He wasn’t looking for a life partner, just a fun time in the sack so there was no jealousy on his part.

He saw her the moment she walked into the bar. She was a beauty…full rounded tits, small waist and hips that he loved to grab and hold whenever he was behind her pumping his cock into her cunt or ass. Yes, he loved to hold onto her hips. He might not remember most of the women he had fucked, but he would always remember Debi. His cock stirred at the thought of what would soon be happening between them. He knew he could count on her to, as she always said, bring her “A-Game”. This woman was not the typical piece of ass he often screwed. She was one of the few lately, that still came up with new ideas, new challenges to bring his interest to a peak. This would be a pretty good birthday he hoped.

As he stepped towards her in an attempt to kiss her, she backed off a bit. Johnny was puzzled and it showed.

“Hey baby. Glad you called me. It had been several months since we got a chance to get together.” she greeted him.

“Yeah it has. I meant to call you last month when we were both in Amsterdam but I got side tracked by a petite blonde. So what have you been up to lately? And what do you want to drink?” he asked as the bartender approached.

After they ordered drinks, she leaned over to whisper into Johnny’s ear. “Think long and hard about what you are tasting when you kiss me.” With that, she pressed her lips to his own and let his tongue explore the warm darkness of her mouth. Within seconds, he tasted something familiar, yet not familiar when it came to kissing Debi. His mind whirled with conflicting information. At the same time, his nostrils caught the scent, the pungency of pussy…..the faint yet overwhelming aroma of used cunt, of musky remnants from an orgasm…and not so long ago it would seem. He sucked at her tongue, taking in all that he could.

Just then, their drinks arrived and he pulled back, looked her in the face and queried, “Damned woman! Explain that! I can taste your cunt in your mouth!”

Debi smiled, took one swallow of her drink, pushed his drink in his direction and announced, “Drink this now Johnny, you’re gonna need it. And honey, it isn‘t my pussy you taste in my mouth.” But gave no other explanation.

On the twenty-first floor, she handed him the key card to the room she had been staying in. As he swiped the card and the door unlocked, she pressed her hand against his crotch and started to massage his cock. “Boy do I have a birthday present for you!”

In the middle of the room was a kind sized bed. On the bed was a voluptuous, naked blonde…wearing only a smile. She purred at him, “Happy Birthday.”

Yes, Johnny thought, this might be the best birthday yet.
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This fantasy story is based on a real life event. On one of the flights I took awhile back, I had a wonderfully sweet attendant that made me cup after cup of hot tea. We talked a lot and naturally in the course of events, the subject of sex came up. I admitted that I was a sex blogger among the many other things that I am and do. He told me of an experience in his life, his past, before he got married. That is the basis for his story. Thank you, my “tea-maker” for sharing this with me so I could share it with my readers. Hope to see you again one day.

Are You Watching Me? (3rd and Final Part)

March 1, 2010

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tags: Fantasy

by thepinkpoppet

She had taken every opportunity that became available over the following week. Her teasing had become more blatant, more obvious, more hands-on. She saw him often when she walked the puppy and make it a point to speak to him using her most alluring “I want you” voice. When she truly ran into him by accident at the little corner store, she made sure to get into the checkout line behind him, even though she was not really finished picking out her purchases. Reaching passed him for a magazine, she grazed her breast against his forearm and quickly smiled up at him, making sure he got an ample view down the front of her tank top. She knew he was still coming to her bedroom window each night. She knew he was interested, more than interested obviously. She was sending out all of the messages that any man was sure to get. And he got them. She knew he got them. Several times she was witness to the evidence of his growing desire. Seeing the bulge in his jeans made her own desire grow as well. Still he did not ask her out or make any real advances on her. She once thought of asking him out, but she wanted more than someone to date, someone to hook up with. No, she wanted to drive him into a sexual frenzy, drive him to commit a ravenous act upon her. She wanted a predator to her victim.

Night after night, she put on a one-woman show for his amusement and pleasure. She gave him the best view of herself splayed across the bed while she fucked herself with her favorite dildo. She put on a production that any porn actress would be proud of….licking the dildo after she had fucked her own cunt with it and had cum several times. One night she even used it to ass fuck herself while on her hands and knees with her ass clearly pointing towards the window. She knew he’d be watching, stroking his cock, lusting after her, jerking off onto her gardenia bush. She smiled at the thought of her poor little gardenia bush struggling to stay alive despite being almost trampled nightly and covered in sticky semen.

To prod thing along even faster, she enlisted the help of her best friend from work, although the other woman did not realize she was being “used”. She had timed the pizza delivery and their “girl-night” late enough to coincide with the time he usually was hiding and watching her. Sitting on the patio that evening, the two women shared pizza and wine. Another bottle of wine and the conversation flowed towards the men in their lives and what they wanted in their futures. Patiently she listened as her friend talked of the boyfriend she had and how they wanted to get married. Then it was her turn and she warned her friend not to be shocked. Yes, one day in the distant future maybe she would like to be married, but right now she wanted something radically different than that. She calmly opened up and explained that she wanted a man that would come in and overtake her, consume her, devour her. The other girl was surprised, said so and asked for more explanation. More pizza, more wine, more talk. She knew “HE” was probably there…behind the large air conditioner unit that sat close to the patio and next to her bedroom window. . She prayed he was there…listening now. This was her chance and she aimed to take it.

“I know it’s shocking to you. When I first started feeling this way, it was shocking to me as well. Truthfully, I want a man to burst through my front door, grab me roughly, throw me on the sofa and ravish me, use me…hell, I want him to nearly rape me. I want to feel I have no control, no say-so. I want to feel the weight of a man pressing me down hard. I want him to be in charge. I want things to be at his whim. I’m sick of the gentlemen type guys I have always dated. Yes, I want a guy that actually cares for me and cherishes me, but does so because it and I serve HIS desires. I want a man that wants and craves me so badly that he will not let anything get in his way, won’t let anything stop him from having me.”

Her friend sat there, speechless. More wine. Finally her friend spoke, “Do you know anyone like that?”

“Well, there is this one guy I see pretty often around here. I have sort of lusted after him for some time. He intrigues me. He lives here in the complex. I think you saw him the other day when we went to the gym together. He was the blonde guy that was running on the treadmill. I’m very interested in him, but he doesn’t pay much attention to me. But I could really imagine him doing things to me. Maybe I’m just wasting my time with him.”, then she laughingly added, “Maybe he isn’t enough of a real man to burst through my door, manhandle me into submission and have his wicked way with me. But I sure wish he would.”

Both women laughed a bit at that last wish. She thought to herself, “I sure as hell hope he heard THAT!”

When one of her former boyfriends showed up unexpectedly the next evening, she made it a point to seduce him…although that was hardly a difficult thing to do. Using the excuse of wanting to allow the warm summer night air and the scent of gardenia into the room, she opened the window further than she had been doing. She imagined her peeping tom getting more an ear-full that night. Although her moans might have been a bit louder than usual so to insure the desired effect outside of the window, they were genuine when the man in her king-sized bed stuffed her mouth with his dick. When she climbed on top of him and lowered her cunt to his up-thrust cock, the sound that escaped her lips was animalistic, almost primal. In between moans, intake of breath and grunts, the sound of wet skin slapping against more wet skin, as his cock assaulted her overflowing cunt, filled not only the bedroom, but the night air outside. As she reached the heights of orgasm again and again, she clawed at the chest of the man underneath her. He likewise felt his balls getting ready to release and quickly moved to be able to shoot his hot load into her mouth and face. Creamy drops of spent seed dripped from her lips and covered her cheeks. As the man collapsed on her bed, she looked directly at the window, slowly and seductively licked her lips to collect the cum and smiled knowingly. With that done, she heard a faint grunt. She instinctively knew he was coming, having jerked off while watching her fuck. She continued to look at the window while using her fingers to gather the last remaining drops of maleness. She examined her fingers now coated with the thick white fluid. Looking back at the window again, she stuck her tongue out and ran the tip of it up one finger then the next until all of the spunk was licked away. Another smile, and she returned her attention to the spent man in her bed.

Four more days passed and no sign of “Tom” as she now thought of him. Where had he disappeared to? She wondered if she had pushed too far, too fast, too much. Perhaps he had tired of his game with her and gone on to other greener pastures. She tried to put it all out of her mind but couldn’t….it gnawed at her. Another couple of days and she had talked herself into being pissed off, but she wasn’t sure why or who she was mad at…herself for allowing her imagination to run away with her, or him, for his inattention now.

As was her lifelong habit, she talked out loud to herself when alone. It always helped her focus and sort things out more easily. “You silly little twit. You don’t even know him. He doesn’t know you, doesn’t care about you or really want you. He was just a peeping Tom and nothing more. Get over it girl!” She felt silly letting something like this get under her skin. It is not as if she had actually known Tom, had any sort of relationship with him. She had just about talked herself into a sense of relief, of letting it all go when she heard the doorbell. Looking through the peephole she instantly recognized him….“Tom”. Her heart jumped into her throat. Through the door, she asked what he wanted. His only reply, a firm “Open the door, I want to give you something.” She unlocked the deadbolt and had just started to turn the handle to open the door when the door pushed open from his side. Instantly she knew that perhaps she should not have unlocked the door, but it was too late now.

The force of the door shoved her backwards and she started to stumble. His hand caught her by the wrist and pulled her up and towards him and at the same time he used his foot to shut the door behind him. Just as she realized her breast were being almost crushed against his chest, she also realized he was completely inside of her apartment and was now turning the deadbolt to lock the door. She started to protest vehemently but making eye contact with him told her he was not to be directly challenged. She was frightened. “Tom” cocked his head to one side, brought his hand to her throat, and although he did not squeeze or choke her, he let it rest upon her collarbone with enough weight that she had no doubt as to what he was capable of.

“You wanted this. You asked for this. You need this it seems. Deny it! I dare you to deny that you want this, want me. Go ahead if you can my little horny slut. I give you one chance, just this one, to deny that this is what you have wanted for weeks now.” he demanded.

She was muddled, couldn’t think clearly, couldn’t form coherent words. The adrenaline pumped through her veins at breakneck speed. Yes, she had wanted him for weeks and weeks, had teased him, taunted him, and now he was here. Yet she was close to being terrified. She struggled to breathe. His hand at her throat, although not truly hindering her breath, psychologically played havoc with her ability to draw in anything deeper than shallow gasp.

“I…I…you…are scaring me.” was all she could get to come out of her mouth.

“So you don’t deny that you want this? Answer me!” He whispered into her ear then pulled back a bit to look her directly in the eyes. Less than a foot of space between their faces, less than an inch between their bodies, no space between their desires. His mouth subjugated her lips, bruising them. His tongue sought refuge in the darkness of her mouth, probing and tasting her. She did not resist but instead allowed her body to melt into his.

Suddenly he broke the kiss, raised her chin up to see her face clearly and in a low, guttural growl commanded of her, “Tell me. I want to hear the words come from your lips. Tell me you want this.”

A weak whimper of a reply, “yes, I want this.”

With a beastly surge of energy he scooped her up in his arms and strode across the living room and into her bedroom. It only took seconds for him to rip her clothes from her body, leaving red marks where the fabric pulled against her tender flesh. He wasted no time with foreplay. This was not about romance, tenderness or love. This was about his lust and need to possess and own her and her body. She looked nervously at him and sheepishly asked, “Please turn off the overhead light”. His reply came instantly, “No. I want it on. I want to see your face the moment I slide into you, the moment I take possession of my prize.” For some reason, that pleased her immensely.

She watched as he unzipped his pants hurriedly. He didn’t even bother to take them off, nor his shirt, but grabbed one of her ankles and pulled her towards the edge of the bed. She raised her head up just in time to see him take his engorged cock out and stroke it a time or two before aiming it towards her already wet slit. As she looked up to his face above her, she saw him smile, but it wasn’t the type of smile she was used to. It wasn’t friendly. No, it was shamelessly wicked, showing a side of him that she had suspected was there but had no proof…till now. He was going to take delight in using her and she knew it now for sure. He licked his lips and winked at her at the very moment she felt the head of his manhood start to spread her pussy lips. She tried to wiggle her body closer to him, but he stopped her…a stern look and “Be still.” She froze her body in place. He grabbed her legs and raised them above his shoulders. At the moment he entered her honey hole, he growled, “I own you now. You’re mine.” He pumped himself into her again and again filling her as she had never felt before. The weight of his body pressing against her comforted her. The scent of his masculinity filled her nostrils and intoxicated her like a drug.

Again and again in the fog she heard his voice, disjointed sentences that filled the void she had always felt.
“From now on…”
“Only mine…”
“…serve me…”
“…own you..”
“Always.”

Fuck Winter. I want Spring to come (cum?).

February 24, 2010

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tags: Humpday, Picture

by thepinkpoppet

It’s Wednesday…Hump Day. And it is snowing yet again.
It is almost always snowing. I am sick of snow. Being a woman from the deep southeast in the U.S., I am used to warmer winters, milder temps and rarely the possibility of snow…especially having to deal with record snowfalls and sub-zero temps (all of which I have experienced this winter). I want spring to get sprung! I want the flowers and various shades of green to come back. So here is an open plea to Mother Nature–stop fucking around and have a damned orgasm and cum already! Shoot forth that warm gush of spring. Give us that aroma of fresh musk that only you can share…that scent of life, growth, rebirth, celebration. Please Mother Nature, encourage those tightly closed tree and flower buds to engorge and swell with excitement so that they ripen and burst wide open, sharing their nectar, their beauty and their sensuality. I cannot wait much longer. I am ready. I have struggled through the harsh winter and want to have you embrace my naked flesh with your warmth. I need this. I crave this. I lust after this. Cum for me Mother Nature. NOW!

In the meantime, a sweet friend of mine, Patricia Lynn and another, who never wants to be revealed, shared these with me to cheer me up and let me find at least something to enjoy in all of this snow. Hope you enjoy them.

Cum on Spring!

e[Lust] #8

February 23, 2010

Are You Watching Me? (part 2)

February 18, 2010

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tags: Fantasy

by thepinkpoppet

He had been watching her ever since the day she moved in, for over three months now. For the last four weeks he had been almost stalking her, trying to meet her in some casual way. Chance encounters at the mailbox or the corner store never allowed for much interaction since there were always others around. A little smile, a nod of the head, nothing more. He wasn’t sure why he had become obsessed with her and every night as he peered at her through the sheer curtains of her bedroom window, he knew he was more and more taken with her, coveting her, obsessed with her. What had started as curiosity about the new resident had grown to a physical desire. A desire he let overtake him each night as he squatted outside of her apartment and tried to imagine what it would be like to have her underneath him.

As she picked up the gym bag she had set by the front door the night before, she glanced at her reflection in the hall mirror. White tank top, no bra, red shorts, no panties. Perfect! Looking out of the livingroom window, she saw as he came out of his apartment, down the steps of the building across the parking lot and started to stretch his legs before his daily run. She waited only long enough for him to have barely left her sight. Grabbing the keys she headed out to the clubhouse gym that was part of the apartment complex. She had watched him for weeks now and knew his routine well…a quick jog to the weight room for a light workout or the indoor pool for a few laps. It had taken her several days to realize that he got up so early and was already finished at the gym by the break of daylight. That fact played well into her plan since it was rare that anyone used the gym that early.

The timing had to be just right for this to work, but she thought she could pull it off. A shortcut between apartment buildings, a dash through the alley way and she made it to the front door of the gym at least a full minute or two before he did. The electronic key card gained her access and the door locked behind her as she rushed downstairs to the locker-room. Just enough time to stage things she thought. Grabbing the small sign from her bag, she immediately stuck it against the women’s locker-room door…“Temporarily Out Of Order”. Left turn into the men’s locker room and a quick glance to make sure nobody else was around and she kicked off her shoes, pulled her tank top over her head. She heard the outside door slam shut and knew he was coming down the stairs as she hurriedly splashed cold water onto her breasts and felt her nipples suddenly harden. She tried to casually pose herself to her best advantage, so to offer him a good frontal view of her ripe tits without seeming to be posed. She was reaching for her tank top as he strode into the men’s locker-room. She looked up, trying to feign a bit of shock at his appearance.

“Oh! I’m sorry. You know this is the men’s locker, right?” he said flustered and a bit embarrassed but it did not stop him from staring at her tits.

“Sure, but the women’s locker is out of order it seems. The sign on the door says so. And since nobody is usually around this early, I thought it would be easier to just use the men’s instead of having to go all the way back upstairs to use that little bathroom they have at the entrance.” she replied to him while slowly starting to pull her tank top down over her head.

She watched him as his eyes never left the sight of her nipples, wet and hard as the fabric tugged against them. She looked down to at herself. The darker outline of her wet nipples and areola now clearly showed against the pristine white top. Yes, she knew this would be an erotic sight for him to get first thing in the morning. He caught himself staring and brought his eyes back to her face, only to see her looking downward at what he had just been lusting after. She raised her head and met his gaze.

With a bit of a giggle, she said, “They do get hard, don’t they?”

“I…I…I’m sorry. It’s just that I wasn’t really expecting anyone here, much less a half dressed woman. It’s just….well…I don’t know what to say. I didn’t mean to stare. Sorry.”

“It’s fine. We’re adults after all. Nothing to apologize for.” Then cupping both hands under her breasts and lifting them up a bit towards him she added with a huge smile and her best enticing look, “ I’m sure these aren’t the first boobs you’ve ever seen before. Right?”

His morning workout had never gone anything like this before and she knew it! There was no way in the world to not notice the quickly growing bulge in front of him. She wanted to reach out to him, pull him to her, kiss him, touch him…but the larger part of her wanted what she had wanted for weeks now…for him to want her so badly that he lost control, lost his reluctance, lost his mind. She’d had enough gentlemen-type boyfriends and lovers…men who worshipped at the alter of the delicate female flower and treated her as their proper little woman. One had even referred to her as his “little lady”. She was tired of being a lady, tired of being proper. She wanted something new, something exciting, something dangerously wicked and dark. Only in her deepest fantasies, the ones she never dared share with her girlfriends or sisters, did she ever entertain such as she now was deliberating trying to cause to happen. She wanted to be ravished, taken, defiled and desecrated. Of course, she knew that it would not be truly against her will since this was her plan. If she could only push him far enough, drive him harder towards the edge of desire into the chasm of blinding lust…then present him with the perfect opportunity…then, maybe then she would get what she wanted…and in the process, so would he.

She turned to reach for her bag and carefully knocked it to the floor as if accidentally. This gave her the chance to bend over the wooden bench to retrieve it. She could feel his eyes on her, knowing that she was giving him a good look at her ass and legs in the little red running shorts.

“Mind if I finish getting dressed?” she inquired not really waiting for an answer.

Hiking one leg up to the bench to put on a sneaker then the other leg, gave him, if he was looking right, a nice peek at her pussy, sans panties of course. As she was bent over, she glanced backward at him and was pleased to see that he was indeed staring at her ass and had turned his head a bit to look up the opening of the leg of her shorts. Yep, he was trying to see her cunt. Again she was pleased and felt a warmth growing between her legs.

Shoes tied, bag in hand, she casually walked the few steps to where he still stood silently. She licked her lips ever so nonchalantly and smiled up at him as if this was an everyday occurrence between them.

“Thanks for being so patient while I got my stuff together. I think I’m gonna be coming up here every morning to work out from now on. So much quieter in the morning like this than the afternoon when I usually work out. I like it when there aren’t many people around, don’t you?” she finished off with another big smile and stared directly into his dark eyes.

“Yes, I guess so. I mean, I’m usually here this early and nobody else is around.” he stammered, then added, “I didn’t see a car outside, did you walk up here?”

“Sure. It only takes a few minutes to get up here from my apartment. Oh, you don’t know which one of these I live in do you? Well, I live down the hill in building “K”. K-4 actually.”

“You really should think about driving up here if you plan on coming before daylight. You never know when someone with bad intentions might be around.” he offered.

“Really?” she feigned a bit of concern. “I’ve never really thought about that before. After all, you are here, right? So at least someone is around that could protect me if I needed it. Right?” she asked.

“You don’t know me. I could be a bad person for all you know. You should be more careful.” he cautioned.

“Naw, I know you.” she spoke in her most teasing manner as she also put her hand against his arm. “You live down close to my apartment, not the same building, but the one next to mine, I think. I’ve seen you at the mailboxes sometimes. Besides, it’s not like you are gonna do something to me….like…I don’t know…attack me, molest me, rape me….right?” With that she looked directly into his eyes and almost purred, “huh?” Then without giving him a chance to answer, she walked towards the door and out of the gym, never looking back to see what he did.

Yes, it was a productive morning she thought to herself as she walked back to her apartment to get ready for work. Just a few more little nudges and she would have him where she wanted him…right between her thighs.

Once upon a time…(The Story of my Knight)

February 14, 2010

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tags: LOVE, Random Thoughts

by thepinkpoppet

Once upon a time, in a southern land called Georgia, there lived a brave Knight with a broken heart. This man of strength and honor, who once had laughed, played and took pleasure in life had been damaged by a selfish, thoughtless woman from a distance land to the far north. The details of this sad account are of no real importance, as they truly have no bearing on the outcome of this tale. It is enough to say that after many years of pain and torment, the noble man, having done all he could to remain honorable at the hands of this demon-possessed witch, was granted his freedom and his soul by the power of the gods. The witch disappeared into the mist in search of the soul of her next victim, never to return to the land of the Paladin.

Now also abiding in this land was a spirited, young lass with fiery hair and a temper to match. She also possessed a heart of purest gold. This colleen, full of passion and having a hunger to share her heart with someone, yet having been hurt and abused by another, still dared to tempt the waters of love again. She held to her belief passed down from her paternal grandmother, that she would know when the man she was meant to be with should appear. He would be a man of faithfulness and integrity, gallantry and valor. His strength would not need to be openly displayed as she would sense it in his character, feel it in his protectiveness and see it in his eyes. She planned on being his greatest advocate and supporter. She wanted a man worthy of her admiration, her love, submission and her devotion. Many had tried to woo the lassie, yet all had been rebuked.

One summer night, as the young Irish beauty traipsed barefoot through the village, the brave knight saw her and approached. He introduced himself simply, without fanfare or accolades, without heralds or banners. He just wanted to be an ordinary boy meeting an ordinary girl….though neither were ordinary at all. He was cautious since his wounded heart was still bloody. Yet something pulled him towards her. Their banter was easy and comfortable as if they had known each other for all of their lives. Hours passed, dawned broke, and still they did not want to part from each others company. Yet, the knight knew he must leave and attend to his duties soon. He wanted more of this…this easy, comfortable sharing of himself with her. He did not realize at that time, she also wanted the same. He asked to see her again and was granted a whispered, “yes”. He left a changed man, unsure of his future, but knowing it was now on a different path than before. The colleen also sensed a change in the wind and knew that her grandmother had been right.

The next evening, as they walked along the beach talking of many things, his hand reached for hers and she felt electricity run through her body. A few more steps and he paused, turned her towards him, lifted her chin and her eyes met his gaze. Being the gentleman he was, he did not take liberties with her as he would have with some wench. This lass was special to him, he wanted her heart, not just her body and asked if he might gain a kiss from her lips. The smile she gave to him let him know that she likewise felt the same. The kiss, though brief, was a moment of bonding for both.

Through the following days, both the Lass and the Knight struggled with their feelings since the seriousness of their relationship was moving so rapidly. All the kinsmen of both advised caution. They warned of dire consequences to the young couple if they were to continue on this path. Yet neither would nor could hear their kinsmen’s pleas. Upon bent knee, the Knight humbled himself to ask for the colleens hand in honorable marriage. He was rewarded with her acceptance. Still he did not know that it was she who felt rewarded by his offer. Both it seems felt they were being blessed and indeed they were blessed. The gods had felt sorrow for the couples past heartaches and misfortunes at the hands of inconstant lovers, unfaithful mates, broken hearts and broken promises. They were now blessed from on high and a decree went out all though the lands that the bans be read, the date be set and the marriage be performed.

Many decades have now passed since that initial kiss between the young brave Knight and the fiery haired lassie. Still when you see them walking hand in hand through the countryside or along the beach, you know that theirs is a love full of the truest, deepest and most committed of emotions. Although they felt blessed in the beginning, after almost three decades, they have no doubts at all about each and every single blessing they have received. All who find true love, all who search for it, all who endure heartache yet still seek should so be blessed by such as this.

To all who read this, may the blessings of purest and deepest abiding love search you out, find you, wrap its soft embrace around you. May passion fill your days and nights. May you find shelter in the arms of a beloved who knows the truest you and still accepts you for exactly who and what you are. May you live a lifetime of joy, without regrets and perhaps die in the gentle repose of a lovers embrace.