Born into a world of swinging on a grand scale back in the nineteen fifties I developed an over active mind for all things erotic and started out on a quest to share some inspiration with my fellow human beings through my tales of lust.
Chain Reaction (Part One)
In a world of perpetual darkness on a concrete island surrounded by a sea of death is not the life I envisaged for myself or my beloved wife but sadly that is what our earthly life has come to. A cardboard box to keep us warm in an atmosphere of 24 hour freezing temperatures with no hope of rescue or a return to life as we once knew.
It has been quite cold of late with a few inches of wet snow blanketing the leaf covered pavements and icy roads of Little Bush causing me to become something of a recluse as it has been some 12 months since my beloved George passed away leaving me to fend for myself. Yes, you are right in your thinking I have had one or two fleeting romances but nothing too serious, in fact I feel like my recent conquests were borne out of being seen as a semen bucket or someone to use, abuse and lose. Please don't get me wrong there are many times that I enjoy my own company and not having to share a bed with a fart happy beer swilling other half and have him pawing at my large heavy breasts or wrinkled dry vagina through my ankle length nightie. I think over time the spark of just starting out on married life wears thin by taking each other for granted as the years pass by, you have less and less in common and sex becomes a chore despite the odd twinge at times or memories of days now passed. Long gone are the days of chasing each other lustfully up the stairs or the occasional groping session over the washing up in the sink and George's erect penis pressed hard against my wobbling buttock cheeks. How I wish despite everything that the Lord would allow me one last kiss, cuddle and youthful love making session with my sadly departed soulmate but alas I know that is impossible, whilst all the wishing in the world will never make it so.
Bruised, Black and Blue
Bruised, Black and Blue Lounging back in my reclining leather armchair in front of the television set one Monday evening in August of 2020 I was disturbed by the telephone ringing loudly in the hallway. After getting to my feet as quickly as possible I ventured across the thick piled lounge carpet through the lounge door and just as I got to the telephone it stopped ringing much to my dismay. Assuming it mat be urgent I pressed the recall button on my telephone and the calling tone rang out loudly until a soft sweet spoken person answered. Well I never, it was only my Auntie Susan who had called to ask me to do her a small favour as it was getting late and she needed some essentials from her local shop. Being ninety two years old and extremely frail she was frightened to go out at the best of times but more especially at night as she lived on the fifteenth floor of a high-rise block of senior citizen apartments overlooking the newly built entertainment centre near the beach, the lifts were more often than not broken and drug use was rife in the surrounding area. I glanced out of the hallway window and observed that the sun was still above the horizon casting long shadows throughout my tree lined street whilst I enquired what essentials she needed so urgently as time was moving on and I was not too happy about going out in the dark myself.
Peeping Passions Drawing back the curtains on a warm summers day, I peered out onto the back garden bedecked in bright sunshine and watched the multicoloured butterflies hovering over the plethora of floral excellence that I had cultivated so lovingly and reflected on my dreary life without George. I needed a hobby or some sort of interest that would get me out of the house and allow me to make friends within the community. I mulled over in my mind as to where I might find the necessary information to solve my need and proceeded to get dressed in a raunchy set of clean and fresh smelling silken underwear which were a little tight fitting but hey ho if you have it, why not flaunt it. I selected a low cut summer t-shirt, a pair of creamy white cheesecloth trousers, white ankle socks and a brand new pair of training shoes I had bought last year to complete my look for the day, which will more than likely turn heads in the village. I have to say I always feel undressed if I don't put my makeup on and brush my golden locks prior to leaving the house, so having completed my appearance I ventured out into the garden along the path and out onto the street leading into the village.
Sole Survivor It was a chilly morning in the winter of 2020 when I was awoken by the sound of my letterbox rattling and the rustling of envelopes falling onto the laminated floor in the hallway. I looked at my bedside alarm clock which read 07.45am which was a little early for my usual postman and after pulling back my silken eiderdown and cotton sheets I shuffled my half-asleep obese body to the edge of the bed and slowly sat up with my feet on the floor and my rolls of belly fat rippling and rolling around under my heavy sagging breasts. I have been aware recently that I have found it difficult to stand up from a sitting position and my muscles and bones have ached more than usual. I was rather hoping that my recent sexual encounters would have helped me to lose a few pounds but because of my mental health issues associated with losing George and Covid19 blighting my life to the point of an enforced hospital stay my appetite went through the roof. I have never been a comfort eater before and I had a very healthy eating regime prior to all the difficulties recently encountered. A bowel movement every morning happened like clockwork but just recently I have felt bloated despite expelling anal gas at every opportunity whilst attempting to do my daily chores around the house which was unusual for me.
Taken But Not Forsaken
Taken But Not Forsaken It was another beautiful spring day in Little Bush as I ambled through the village with the warmth of the early morning sun beating down on the thin summer dress that barely covered my obese and rounded figure resulting in dribbles of perspiration trickling in between the gathered folds of ivory flesh tucked into my silky underwear. It has been so long since I have had one-to-one communication in public as the lockdown of my small village due to Covid19 has taken the lives of so many and caused such heartache in the community. Many friendships built up over the last seventy years have been taken from me and the social network that I once enjoyed can never be replaced by the new resident's association members. It is good to be alive for which I am eternally grateful to the NHS as they bought me back to life several times during a brief spell in hospital. I have now had both injections of the vaccine and look forward to many years of adventures as I continue to cope on my own following George's death.
The Rude Awakening
Rising from the warmth of my bed on a chilly winters morning I drew back the curtains and a golden shaft of sunlight burst into view much to my delight. Being single has not been my lot for close on 40 years but my darling husband George passed away suddenly only a few months ago leaving me somewhat lost and alone with no one to comfort and share my life with.
It Is Sweet And Noble To Die For Ones Country!!!
Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Partri Mori (L.) (It Is Sweet And Noble To Die For Ones Country) Standing silently in the memorial gardens…holding a wreath of poppies in hand, in solemn remembrance…of the brave young men now at peace from a distant land. On the 25th April…they and their comrades advanced on Gallipoli with hidden fear, where two Commonwealth Nations fought as one…the ANZAC of the Southern Hemisphere.
Material Desires Since my beloved George passed away I have sadly neglected the gardens surrounding our home and being a particularly bad winter last year I was unable to keep it as tidy as my landlord desires. This came to my attention via a letter in the post on Friday gone where he stated most strongly that I was in breach of my tenancy and if the work was not done ASAP he would seek possession of my home. How I wish George was still alive as he would have dealt with this situation man to man and not allowed me to be bullied by the heartless landlord.