Passion

HAVE A WONDERFUL WEEK, MY DEAR FOLLOWERS

Don't we all wish we were here?

The Castle

The snow sparkles on the trees and on the castle under the glorious morning sun, where our magic carpet led us.  Icicles hang from the windows, and make it look like a castle in a faerie tale.  The peacock is perched on a tree near the kitchen door and there are animal spoors around the castle, fox, rabbit, deer.

Our room is warm and cozy with its fire place, overlooking the country side from the upper floor under the crenelations.   We shed our snow coated clothes and put them to dry.  The canopy bed is welcoming with its feather duvet, we slide under the covers to seek some warmth.  I snuggle into your arms against your soft warm skin and stare into your green eyes.  We rub our long noses in an Eskimo kiss and smile.  Did you know they call me the Pixie with my short hair, long pointy nose and green eyes?  Well, the Pixie is going to bewitch you like no one before in these crisp white sheet!  

I take you face in my hands and suck on your lower lip until you gasp and take over. We slide on each other, bodies entwined, mouth licking nipples, necks, waists, the tender skin along your hips and further down, towards your thick hardness.  With a smile, I take you deep inside my mouth, into my throat, bewildered, you groan every time you slide inside my throat. You become my pray, offering me your vulnerability, I can reach into your soul and I take it as a precious gift. Your growls and moans tell me how much you like this, as I slide my hand along the length of your shaft, your breath gets shorter, you back arches and soon you let go with loud groans and I feel your hot cream trickle down my throat.  It did not take me too long to bewitch you!  

Your passionate kiss takes my breath away, your hand on my breast, my waist, my thigh, reaches its final destination, exploring, I open my thighs for you, my sweet juices run down my cheeks, moistening your fingers. “You are so tight!” you say.  Yes, yet your fingers play with me expertly and I soon scream out of pleasure.  Are the castle walls thick enough to muffle my cries? Suddenly, you take my big toe in your mouth and suck it.  I feel electrified and almost orgasm.  You play with my toes and every time I gasp and jump, surprised by the incredible sensation.  Oh my God!  This is divine!  But your lips have gone up my leg and explore my wet lips, tasting me, your tongue deep in my velvety hole, I squirm, breathless and lost in pleasure.  While your tongue circles my clitoris, your fingers trace small circles on the upper wall of my slippery cunt and my legs start to shake.  I can suddenly feel  myself gushing endlessly while I scream and loose control, surrendering to your touch.  I'm floating on a wave of intense and endless pleasure out of time, out of space,  I forget where I am.  You then take me gently, rubbing your thick glans on my clit and the sensation is just overwhelming again, you then slowly slide inside me when I beg you to take me, fill me, please, please!  You ask me "Would you like me to take you like this every morning and every evening?"  "Yes, I do".  You then profusely  cum inside me while my pussy squeezes you tight and as I bite your neck.

Ghost Lovers

You picked me up from the airport and we decided to go have lunch in that lovely city we both love.  It took us a while to drive there, but we made it just along the street leading to the Crescent.  What a view! Old memories coming back.  We had a late lunch in a small café and reacquainted with one another.  We ordered the same food, we seem to have the same tastes.  I had a delicious glass of red wine tasting of redcurrant.  


When we left the café, you took my hand and told me I was just the right size to hold your hand comfortably.  Our fingers entwined and my heart was racing.  I could not believe I was here with you after such a long wait.  We walked to the Crescent.  There was this seagull that was scratching the lawn in the park looking for worms we supposed, we stared at it for a while and laughed.  You then took me by the waist and kissed me there.  What a delicious, breathtaking kiss this was.  My hands in your back were grabbing your jacket.  I could not have enough of you.  A kiss on the Royal Crescent was more than I would have expected.  We then continued our stroll around the block and down the side to the park.  I told you of my belief in spirits and about the ghost walk I took in my young days when they would take you around on a dark foggy night to all the haunted places and tell you about the ghost lady clad in an 18^th century dress, who appears now and then on certain nights near the Pump Room.  

Will you be able to see the ghosts of the two happy lovers kissing and walking down that Crescent next time you return there, I wonder?

Our First Meeting

I saw him coming towards me while I was searching my bag for my cell phone.  He looked young and slender and very charming in his dark blue suit.  I asked “B., is it you?”  “Yes”, he smiled, his voice was different from the “cam voice”, and a lot sexier.  I was smiling nervously and felt very happy.  We hugged quite formally; the surroundings did not allow for a proper hug, he then led me to his car.

He showed me on a road map where we would go for our picnic, and enjoy the countryside.  There were several options, but I let him choose the one he preferred. The mere idea of looking at a map made me feel all mellow because maps always make the traveller and adventurer in me dream.  His gentle presence made me feel incredibly good.

I was thrilled to secretly be in a foreign country just for a few hours, it was so exciting. 

The conversation was easy while we walked the path to the top of the hill overlooking meadows and old houses; the site was just beautiful and perfect!  He asked for the very much needed hug.  I was shaking, flooded by emotions, being able to touch him for real after long weeks of emailing and camming was powerful.  Our hearts were pounding, oh God! Our lips met.  While our first kisses were hesitant, they became more ardent. His hands exploring and touching the back of my neck sent shivers along my spine, My nose nestling in his neck, on his shoulder against his warm skin, I inhaled his scent and after-shave,  woody green and nice. My hands had slipped under his shirt and I could not have enough of him, they were exploring him while we kissed. The ice was broken now at last.

We sat on a cover away from the path, overlooking the scenery of the valley below and enjoyed some French baguette with goat cheese, sliced ham, Greek olives, mushrooms, and grapes accompanied by a good French Burgundy. Dessert consisted of strawberries dipped in Bailey's Irish cream liqueur, a novelty to me, I had to apologise for gulping them down so fast. He could not have chosen better.  I was baffled.  The conversation flowed easily; we touched and laid on the cover, smiled and kissed, my hands under his shirt on his smooth skin.  I could not remember the last time I felt so wonderfully cared for in somebody’s arms.  I was so greedy for his touch and kisses.  My hands explored further down his now bulging pants and my fingertips played with his hardness.  At one point, noticing we were alone, I gently undid his belt and kissed and licked the tip of his cock that was peaking out of his pants.  His moans made me smile and very soon after, I had my reward.  I deeply kissed him to share his sweet taste with him.  He was surprised by my cheekiness.  He was so scared anyone could have seen us.  I told him with a grin he had no idea what I was capable of.  Alas, it had suddenly become chilly and we soon had to leave.

We made it to the airport, but stayed a while in the back of his car for some more passionate and wet kisses and his hands exploring my breast and nipples.  At one point, I just wanted to feel my skin against his therefore lifted my sweater and unbuttoned his shirt to feel him closely. Soon after, we had to rearrange ourselves and I was on my way to the plane.  Sigh!  I had to pinch myself to realise all this had really happened.  I was on cloud nine!  What a wonderful day! What wonderful feelings.  I am so looking forward to our reunion in just a few days.  We have shared so much more in the meantime, and we are so longing for each other’s company.  It is crazy!  It is going to be a feast of the senses.  I cannot wait!


What a day!



Bath - part One

“Come on, hurry!” Clothes are flying. He is so gorgeous, she is mesmerized - a statue of white marble in the moonlight, a snapshot of his dimples… Awwww! What a lucky girl she is! “Come on, take my hand”. They make it to the water, it is nice and warm, they immerse themselves and swim to the middle of the river onto a rock. Some people have gathered on the opposite side, whistling and cheering. “Ready for the show?” Like a mermaid, she curls up on his lap. He delicately takes her head in his hands, his lips softly kiss the corners of her mouth, her chin, her neck. His desire grows as the cheering becomes louder. She soon looses track of what is happening around them. His mouth is everywhere…on her nipples, her neck, between her breasts. He bends her over and offers them a glamorous Hollywood kiss. A mixture of shyness and boldness overtakes her, her hands explore underwater curves and mounds. She can feel his heart racing under her touch. Another ravenous, breathtaking kiss, the audience applauds. She had forgotten about them. They swim back to the opposite side of the crowd. She feels a little self-conscious getting out of the water with all these people watching, but finds her composure in the dark. They get dressed, the onlookers have disappeared.

T. had this Jim Morrisson look, less angelic, more carnal. They had met at the local disco, where she spent most of her Saturday nights in Bath. That evening, she had immediately spotted the sexiest guy around, as had most of the females in the audience. She could see them elbowing each other and commenting as he made his way to the bar. She was standing next to the wall between the bar and the dance floor. Her auburn hair was long, curly and delicately framed her oval face, her big round green eyes looked shyly across at him. It was the spring and she wore a flowery emerald, turquoise and purple skirt, a matching emerald blouse with an adjustable cleavage closed by a ribbon. When he stared at her, she checked if someone stood behind her. She blushed


“Let’s pretend I am madly in love with you, you look like a pre-Raphaelite painting, can I invite you for a dance?” How did he know about pre-Raphaelite paintings? She had just seen an exhibition in London and she had loved it. How could she resist? They danced several slow songs. He was definitely a gentleman, they engaged in a conversation about art, they liked the same artists. And while they danced and talked she also noticed the way he moved, and he moved well. She wondered if he could feel her heart pounding. She also wondered how his skin felt under his white shirt. After a while, he proposed to go for a walk to enjoy the warm evening. They walked on the edge of the river where he made his bet. “Can you swim?”




Gabriel Dante Rossetti - The Beloved

Having Fun

So Frenchy decided to have fun last week-end. She and her best friend went to a dance club for a 70-80’s dance evening.


After a couple of beers, Frenchy and her friend were getting slightly tipsy and relaxed. Frenchy was having fun on James Brown and Tina Turner. Reminded her of her youth. After a while, the DJ played some sexy, funky, music Frenchy loves to move her hips to. Like often, she had a couple of Africans around her, checking her out and coming closer. One African guy invited her for a hot grinding on the dance floor, she could feel the guy’s bulging cock rubbing on her lower part. The guy was cute, not very tall, but a good dancer. He started licking her neck while rubbing. Frenchy was a little uneasy, but hell, let’s have fun! They engaged in some conversation, but with the loud music, they decided to get some cool air outside in the alley and have a chat. As you may all have guessed, the chat was brief - What’s your name? Where do you come from? - and the guy was all over her, kissing her very sensually, making her heart pound madly. Wow!


Now, what do you think happened?


(a) Frenchy let him do, next thing she remembers, she had his cock in her mouth, the guy moaning, shooting a heavy load in her throat, which she swallowed?


(b) Frenchy and the guy chatted for a while, kissed and next thing, he took her hand, slipped it into his pants to make her feel his huge hard on, and exploded in her hand?


(c) Frenchy and the guy chatted for a while, he told her he desired her, that he wanted her to take him to her place. Frenchy told him she was married and a little drunk, but was not going to have sex with him. The guy replied he didn’t care if she was married. She told him she was a lot older than the guy, he replied he liked having sex with a cougar, they have more experience.


(d) Frenchy was drunk, she did not know what she wanted, suddenly red lights flashed, wooot wooot, what on earth are you doing? Wake up, this is not what you want! Run away, you dirty, undignified kinky slut?


What’s your guess?

Fly Me To The Moon

Hello Darling,


How was your week-end in your faraway country?  On Saturday, we had great weather. No pressure, prepared a cake listening to music, belly danced when my son told me "mum, you look perfectly ridiculous, are you having a mid-life criris or what?" "No, darling, I'm just happy and don't give a damn about what you are thinking!" Poor thing, he just doesn't remember me in my happy days, the real me, a very long time ago!


Today again, a perfect day and woke up with this old Frank Sinatra song in my head, don't know where it came from.


Fly me to the moon
Let me sing among those stars
Let me see what spring is like
On jupiter and mars


In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby kiss me


Fill my heart with song
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore


In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you


What would they say if I took some belly dance, or lap dance, or even pole dance lessons? I would just love to see their faces! Ha ! they would think I've gone crazy!


And then I think of us, of a perfect day together, next to the ocean, in a Zanzibar-style thatched-roof house, in a huge bed with a mosquito net around it. The breeze flies in through the terrace window. Some nice music playing, not too loud, and we lie on the bed. I massage you with some exotic scented oil, first your legs, your feet and your calfs, then your chunky black buttocks and your back, all along your spine and your shoulders, your neck, your arms. Doesn't that feel wonderful? Then you turn around and I splash some oil on my breasts and my stomach, and gently rub your magnificent dark skin with my body, MMMMMhhhhhhh! Nice, can you feel it?


You moan and kiss me with you gentle lips and caress my breasts, sweet tender kiss, becoming more and more passionate, I feel you becoming hard. I gently put my lips around the tip of you dick and lick it around and around, then go down along the shaft and take it all in my mouth, deepthroating you until you moan. How does it feel? I come back to your lips and suck your tongue, I inhale your breath and lock my eyes into yours. You caress my thighs and insert your fingers inside me, I am so tight, yet so wet and I cannot resist moving my hips up and down becoming completely breathless. I want to lick you all over, this is so good, I come down on you, slowly insert the tip of your cock inside me, and move my hips like a belly dancer, round and round, just a few inches, almost out again, and slowly inside again, start to moan very loudly and suddenly take you all inside of me. You whisper how good it feels, and I start again. I move up an down, our hands entangled, lick your neck, your ear, can feel goose bumps, your chest, suck your breasts, your lips, My lips feel all swollen, electrified. You roll me over, spread my legs apart and lick me, I lean towards you and take your cock into my mouth while caressing your balls. You then take me side-wise, my thigh on your hip, insert your rock hard dick into my slippery slit and caress my breasts as I pinch your nipples, moving my hips so that you feel my inside at different angles and every inch of it, I squeeze you more with each thrust, it drives you wild, I start to cry and pant. This makes you groan and grind even harder! We cum together, can you feel my inside pulsating? Can you be as loud as me? I look at you all the time because this is bliss. And then you take me in your arms, kiss my neck and we slip into unconsciousness, our bodies entangled, feeling so relaxed and good together. Oh this is so wonderful. I wish this could be true, HHHHMMMMM!!!!! What does it do to you?
And now fly me to the moon, tatata la la la la la le la la!

I love you beautiful darling! And I don't care if I'm crazy!

Incestuous twin sister

My hips were still moving to the rhythm of the song. So very enticing. I could feel him getting hard. A loud moan filled the room. “Oh, you are such a tease! Come over and get it”. He took me by the shoulders and bit my lips softly, I ate his mouth greedily, licked his neck, his collarbone; I almost ripped his shirt open in my urge to feel and taste his skin with my tongue. When both our shirts were on the floor, I covered him with my breasts. My nipples and stomach wanted to feel his heat and softness. Soon, our clothes were off and like a snake, my body slithered on his warm skin, it was such an overwhelming feeling. I licked his armpit, his nipple; he let out a gentle moan. I took my time, eyes closed, to get to his bellybutton, on the line of hair that showed me the way to what my mouth was eager to discover. I met a wet spot. My mouth found what it was hungering for. He was impatient. “Suce, salope! (slut)” I placed the head in my mouth, I first circled my tongue around the tip sending shivers down his spine until he closed his eyes. I swallowed him whole playing around his shaft with my tongue. He started to move in and out of my mouth. “Suce! Oui, comme ça, c’est si bon! Encore, continue, salope!” At the same time, I was playing with my clit, soon getting dripping wet. He pulled my hair, making me move faster, making me gag, saliva spilled over my breasts. When he was about to cum, he pushed me away and opened my thighs, bending over, his mouth ate my ripe plum with squishy noises. I was already shuddering with pleasure when he stopped and ordered me to sit on his lap. I straddle him, lowering myself slowly over him, until I could feel him completely filling me, our bodies like two pieces of a puzzle completed one another so perfectly. Gliding along his shaft, up and down, I was still staring at him. His expression was a mixture of lust, impatience, astonishment, and yes, happiness. He whispered in my ear: “I seem to have finally found you”. Oh, this made me go wild. Staring into his eyes, I could see a reflection of my own emotions. He then kissed me with such passion, his fingers entwined in my hair. We could hardly breathe and suddenly, it happened. The explosion. He was thrusting and moaning in a high pitched voice, wrapping his arms around me, not wanting to let go, biting my neck while I felt myself liquefying and crying loudly, my nails digging into his back. We were wet and slippery. We could not let go. I rested my hand on his chest, his heart was pounding madly. After a very long moment, when we came to our senses, he looked at me with a loving smile: “Will you be my incestuous twin sister from now on?”
(To be continued)

The Nest

The moonlight shone through the oeil de boeuf, directly on the bed.  He had taken me through a maze to his nest. I had to close my eyes for fear of dizziness when we ended up on the roof of the old house, on a footbridge that led to his room. He had lit a few candles.  A mattress lied on the carpeted floor covered with colorful cushions.  Pictures of him and a very pretty brunette, and some paintings hung on the walls.  "She left, she went abroad to work for an art studio, she said she wasn't coming back".  He had prepared some tea and we devoured the croissants. We chatted, discovering each other.  After a while, he pulled me next to him on the bed were we cuddled lying on the cushions, my nose in his neck inhaling his smell.  The night was dark and quiet. Some jazz was playing in a muffled sound on the radio. We dozed off. 

"….Hey, Frenchy, you have some crumbs on your cheek", he licked them off, and his tongue started exploring my neck, my ear lobe, it gave me goosed bumps. He gently sucked on my lower lip, following the rim of my lips with his tongue.  I opened my mouth and his tongue brushed on my teeth.  It was a mixture of soft, yet passionate play of the lips.  He was such a great kisser! The music was slow; I was lying on top of him, my hips moving to the music. We were suspended in time, feeling mellow, just the saxophone filling our ears.  Bliss!

(To be continued)

Can I kiss you?

We were the usual bunch of friends - boyfriends and girlfriends - spending a week skiing in the French Alps. New Year’s Eve found us visiting some other friends, in a “chalet” on the slopes.

The evening had gone by smoothly with local food and wine, the party and the music started with our hosts handing us some nice fruit juice cocktails. The countdown started. At that time, and quite a few cocktails later, the atmosphere was merry, tipsy, flirtatious and very happy! At midnight, we all jumped around in a kissing frenzy. “Can I kiss you?” I bent forwards to kiss her on the cheek but she met my lips. I locked my eyes into her gaze, eyebrows raised in surprise. I had always found her pretty, but so close I suddenly discovered how very beautiful her almond shaped blue eyes were, with golden sparkles, and her almost black eyebrows. Her skin was very pale and her face delicate. Her lips full, dark red and very soft. She pulled me closer, her arms around my shoulders. I put my hands on her thin waist sliding onto her full buttocks. Her kiss was so sensual that I felt hungry for her tongue. I wanted to taste the water of her mouth. I felt her slender body against mine, her breasts touching mine. It was all so tender and yet never anyone had kissed me so greedily. We just could not stop. We were drawn to each other. I don’t remember who started it, I had my hands on her delightful curves, and she had hers under my sweater. It seems everybody had done their round of kissing, when suddenly her boyfriend and mine came to us asking what we the hell was going on. “We were just showing each other some … uhh affection?” “OK, can you show me some affection too, you cheater!” I kissed him, but his kiss was so very different. He then leaned over to grab her out of her boyfriend’s arms and kissed her deeply as well. It seemed like a game, so I grabbed her boyfriend and kissed him as well. This attracted some attention and that evening, I don’t remember how many people I kissed on the mouth, but I must have kissed at least four girls, several times…. And again…. So nice! The evening became a kissing orgy. I don’t know what secret ingredient they had put in their cocktails, but it certainly made us all feel real love for one another. It was genuine and spontaneous. And it lasted for I don’t know how long. That night, due to the freezing cold in the dormitory, with thick frost covering windows inside the room, and a temperature reaching some minus 20 centigrades (-4 F), we all slept with our clothes, coats and sleeping bags, all packed together for heat. I don’t know what would have happened if the temperature would have been higher. The day after the magic was gone, but whenever our eyes met, we girls had a big smile for each other, accomplices to the crime.