Not only a song by Lady Gaga, but also the name of Elin’s holiday sweetheart from years ago. Yes, inspired by Gaga’s musings about a Spanish hunk, I decided to give Elin a little backstory. Join the girls as they muse on summer loves of the past and present, in this three-part series.

Alejandro (Elin)

“Ok, girls. How about celebrities we fancy?”

“Hester, we’re not twelve anymore.”

“Oh, come on, it’s not because we’re old bangers that we can’t fancy George Clooney.”

It was Saturday night, and I had taken to task on organising a girls night in. Hester, Jade and I had just finished a marathon of old Doctor Who episodes, featuring our perennial favorite, Tom Baker. We were looking for a subject to gossip about.

“Come on, Hester, you can do better than that. Georgie’s a little bit of a cliché, innit?” I said.

“Who do you fancy?” asked Jade.

“Off the top of my head… Benedict Cumberbatch.”

“Sherlock Holmes? You’re joshing me.” said Hester, looking quite surprised at my answer.

“I interviewed him for the magazine recently, and he was very charming.” I defended myself.

“Are we really going to talk like a bunch of teens all night long? I have a better idea.” said Jade, trying to prevent a heated argument about the merits of Sherlock Holmes.

“Yes Jade, please tell us your idea.” we both said.

“How about summer loves? You know the kind, Fernando on the beach of St-Tropez and that.”

“Hey, that’s not bad. I mean, we must have all had one.” I said, pondering which of my holiday romances I was going to disclose to my friends. Then, he popped back into my head. The one that got away…

“I have one.”

“Ok, Elin, start us off.” said Jade.

“Well… it was my early twenties. The summer holiday before the last year of uni. Before Johnny came back.”

“Barcelona?” guessed Jade. I had told her about the trip I took, but never about him.

Yes, it was a trip to Barcelona that did the trick.

The first day, I was feeling a little lost. I wondered down the Ramblas to a mall called Maremagnum. After browsing the mall for a while, I found something to remind me of home. An Irish pub on the fourth floor. I settled myself, and ordered a pint of bitter. That’s when I locked eyes with him.

He was a student from Madrid on holiday in Barca. And he was devastatingly handsome. Tanned skin, dark eyes and jet black hair. An aristocratic nose and winning smile. His arms, from what I could see, were huge, which was always a winner with me. He had seen me too and decided to join me.

“Buenos dias. I am Alejandro.” he said to me. Alejandro. The name sounded like poetry to my romantic soul. Immediately, I saw potential. A handsome Spanish man and an innocent Irish student with a glint in her eye and a tingling in her groin.

“Buenos dias. My name is Elin.”

“Ay-lin. It sounds beautiful. Where do you come from?”

“Wales. But I was born in County Cork, in Ireland.”

“Wales. I have never been in Wales. Is it beautiful there?”

“It has its merits. I live in Cardiff, and there is a beautiful bay there, so I like hanging out there.”

“Maybe one day, you can take me to this bay of yours.”

I smiled. The ice was broken. It turned out we were staying at the same hotel, so we made plans to go for a swim that day.

At the pool, that same day, I sat on the edge, as I studied his athletic body in motion, glistening from the water. I knew I wanted him from the get-go.

He joined me, poolside, and we sat on two beach towels. We talked for hours about his love of his hometown, his art studies and my journalistic qualities. All the while, we kept innocently touching each other. I quite liked Alejandro. And I had a feeling he quite liked me as well.

This flirting kept going on for a few days. Until he took me out on a genuine date. A bus tour of the city, followed by a picnic on the beach. Amongst the tapas and the good red wine, I could see it clearly. Alejandro was a gem of a chap, and I wanted to spend as much time with him as possible, before we parted ways.

Drunk on love and vino tinto, we wondered back to the hotel, where he showed me his room.

“Por favor, cariño, stay with me. Stay the night and I will show you love.”

It was but a word. But he had entranced me with his looks, his kindness and his innate Spanish-ness. I kissed him, right then and there. His lips were like honey, with a hint of wine. We stumbled towards his bed and he lay me down. He tenderly undressed me, and then, as a little bonus, did a little striptease for me. His body was gorgeous. As he slowly removed his boxers, he revealed a truly gorgeous cock, erect and proud. I couldn’t help but grin. How could I have guessed that I would meet a fantastic man on my first trip abroad alone?

As proud as only a Spanish man could be, he walked towards me and lay down on the bed.

“Vamos a hacer el amor, mi amor?”

“What are you asking me?”

“I am asking you if we shall make love together, my love.” he smiled.

I answered by kissing him again. Then, he took the lead, climbing on top of me and spreading me open. He entered me, without a hitch, and made love to me like a proper gentleman. Although, I did presume that he wanted something rougher.

I climaxed breathlessly. And nearly climaxed again when I heard him go over the edge. He breathed Spanish words into my ear, which all sounded like poetry.

“Ay mi amor… ay.” he whispered, as a rush of cum escaped him and he shuddered to orgasm.

I stayed the night.

And the next night.

And the night after that.

We fucked every night, sometimes tender, other times a little rougher. But the best night was the last.

“We will meet again, my darling. In this life, or the next.” he reassured me.

“Alej, I don’t want to go home… I’ve enjoyed this too much.”

“Me too. Usted tiene un lugar en mi corazón. You have a place in my heart. And in my loins.” he added as a joke.

“Don’t joke. No me jodas, Alej. Fuck me hard.”

He obliged. He pushed me against the wall and ripped my skirt apart. I moaned, as he spanked my bare arse, which turned me on even more. Like the nice girl I was, I spread my legs. He entered, and proceded to ram me senseless, making me scream “Ai papi, más, más, más!”

The feeling of his cock inside me was amazing. It felt like it belonged there.

We said our goodbyes the next morning. I left towards Cardiff feeling lonely and sad. But that soon ended when my childhood sweetheart, Johnny McNamara, came back into my life.

“But I never forgot Alejandro.”

The girls sat in silence, stunned as mullets by my graphic descriptions. I held back a tear as I remembered how intense my love for Alej was.

“So. Who’s next?”

Fawn (for Fuck Me Friday)

The prompt page is here. This week’s color is “fawn”. No idea what to do with this…


I had spent most of the morning, flat broke and in a bad mood, fawning over a fawn-colored coat at Top Shop. God, I wanted that coat. And I wanted new shoes, and half of the new stock at Waterstones and just about everything in the world.

When I finally left Top Shop, it was raining cats and dogs. And I didn’t have an umbrella with me…

I sought shelter in a nearby Starbucks, and bought the only thing I could effort, a cup of piping hot coffee. I sat down on a seat near the window and hoped that the rain would stop soon.

That’s when I noticed someone staring at me. I turned around and looked deep in the eyes of a handsome stranger, who was sitting not far away from me.

“Hi.” he said, suddenly.

“Ehm… hi.” I replied, blushing. He was quite attractive, with his mysteriously colored eyes and cheeky smile. His eyes reminded me of the color of my desired coat.

“Ehm… I hope I’m not too forward, but do you mind if I sit with you? It’s so lonely here.” he said. His voice sounded quite lyrical. He was obviously not from the London area.


He stood up from his seat and moved his things to the seat across from me.

“Thank you. I’m Benedict Townsend.”

“Sara Craig. Nice to meet you. So, what brings you to Starbucks on this rainy day?”

“Shelter. A good cup of coffee. Nice people. How about you?” he smiled.

“The same. Where are you from? I can’t place your accent.”

“Ireland. County Clare.”

“Ah. It’s a lovely accent.”

He smiled again, saying nothing. His body language said more. He was blushing.

“Are you alright?” I said, slightly concerned. He was being so quiet.

“I’m fine. It’s just… I think you’re kind of cute.”

Now it was my turn to blush. No one has ever called me cute before.

“Thank you. I think you’re kind of cute too. Listen, I have an idea. Do you fancy going to the cinema?”

“The cinema?”

“Yeah. It’s what I do whenever it rains. And it’s the only other thing I can afford, apart from coffee.”

He hesitated a moment. And then he said: “Yeah, sure.”


We took a cab to Leicester Square and walked hand in hand towards the Odeon.

“What do you fancy seeing?” I asked Benedict.

“On a first date, I usually let the lass pick the movie.” he smiled. He kept smiling, which made my day, because it was a beautiful smile.

“Unless it stars George Clooney, then I gladly give my veto.” he added.

“Then you’re in luck, because I hate that man. Too damn smug for my liking.”

He chuckled. “A fine girl, you are. You’re beginning to grow on me.”

He was beginning to grow on me too. I had decided that I wanted him from the start, but now I wanted him even more.

We eventually bought a ticket for some lame romantic comedy. After buying a bag of crisps for the both of us, we settled into our seats, on the back row.

The trailers were more interesting than the movie. Especially the trailer for the new Jason Statham movie… grrr, he’s hot.

We fondled throughout the movie. By intermission, his hand was down my t-shirt and I was kissing his neck.

“Oh, your breasts are so soft.” he whispered. I kept on kissing his neck. There was hardly anyone in the cinema, so no audience.

The lights went back down. Some blonde stick insect of an actress appeared on screen, babbling about how she was definitely going to the party on Saturday night. Or something else, I don’t know.

I was too busy contemplating dragging Benedict to the bathroom and shagging him senseless.

Apparently, he was thinking the same.

“Come with me.”

We quietly collected our stuff and tiptoed to the bathroom.

Where he pushed me against the wall and kissed me hungrily. His mouth was hot, his fingers on my skin even hotter.

The danger of being caught made this even more erotic than it was. Sex with a near stranger, in the middle of my shitty day in this shitty weather.

He took matters into his own hands and undid the button and zipper on my jeans. He pulled down my pants and my knickers, told me to spread my legs and placed his warm hand on my cold and wet pussy, which felt like bliss.

“Do you want my cock inside you?” he whispered huskily. “Do you want it deep inside you? Do you want to come like you’ve never come before?”

“YES!” I cried out. “Oh god, yes!”

He unzipped himself and released his cock from his boxers. He slid it in and stood still.

“Tell me how you want it.”

“Fuck me hard.” I hissed.

He obliged. Pounded hard. My pussy pulsed, hairs on my skin stood erect, a mix of pleasure and adrenalin coursed through my veins.

Couldn’t speak. Only moans escaped me.

Words bubbled to the surface. I silently whispered his name as I came, shuddering and sweating.

He came with a mere grunt.

We quickly got ourselves decent again, and walked out of the cinema, chuckling to ourselves.

Later that night, during dinner at my house, he confessed to me that he had wanted me ever since he locked eyes on me. It was the start of something beautiful…


The second instalment in our summer loves series sees Jade treck up to Sweden and meet Alexander (not Skarsgard), her first lover… The girls listen closely, as Jade gives a detailed description of her first time, his Daim-flavored lips and the merits of an Ikea bed…


After a long silence, I spoke up. It was my turn to tell the story of my summer love. A love that was so intense, and so meaningful for me.

“His name was Alexander. He was from Sweden.”

“Was his last name Skarsgard?” said Hester.

“If his last name was Skarsgard, I would have told you about this a long time ago, Hes.”

“Too bad. Go on.”

I had fallen in love with Sweden on holiday with my parents. So it was only natural that I would return to Stockholm on my own a few years later.

The first night at the hostel, I went for a drink in the bar. One of the bartenders had caught my eye immediately. I decided to flirt a little…

I winked.

He noticed.

He winked.

I noticed.

This game of winking and noticing went on for quite a while, till he came up to me with a tall drink.

“Hi. Either you have something in your eye or you’ve been trying to get my attention.” he said. His accent could only be described as stiff-upper-lip Swedish.

“Answer number two would be appropriate. Is that drink for me?”

“House cocktail. Consider it a welcome to Sweden.”

“How did you know I was not from around here?”

“It was a well – inspired guess.” he smiled. “I’m Alexander Melin. Straight from Stockholm.”

“Jade Stanley, all the way from Kent in England.”

He shook my hand. “Nice to meet you. Do you mind if I sit with you?”

“No, not at all. Vara min gäst.”

“Hey, you speak Swedish! Very good for a girl from Kent.”

Et voila, the ice was broken. We talked all through the night, much to the annoyance of his co-workers, who wanted to close the bar.

I went to sleep thinking of him.

The next day, to my surprise, I found him hanging in the lobby, with two coffees in his hands.

I took a moment to watch him. The only way you could describe Alexander Melin was “quintessentially Swedish”. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, a pearly white smile… dreamy was the adequate word.

“Good morning. I hope I did the right thing…” he said, giving me one of the cups of coffee.

“This is for me?”

“Yes. To be honest… I took quite a shine to you last night.”

I smiled. That feeling was entirely mutual.

“So. What do you say if I show you around Stockholm today?”

“Would you do that for me?”

“Of course. We wouldn’t need to walk, I have a car.”

He took me outside and showed me his very hip Mini Cooper, painted jet – black.

I did a little whistle, truly impressed by his car. “Nice set of wheels.”

“Thank you. Now, miss Stanley. Let me whisk you away.”

And he whisked me away, indeed he did. He took me to all kinds of places, like the Royal Palace, Greta Garbo’s grave, the City Hall,… All the while, he did his best to impress me.

By the end of the day, I had fallen in love with him.

We continued this game of flirting for days on end. Every day, he’d take me somewhere, and every night he served me drinks at the bar.

We had become quite attached to each other, and one day, he took me to his flat, in downtown Stockholm. He showed me around and suggested that we watch a movie.

It was your bog-standard blockbuster, and I didn’t enjoy it. No, what I did enjoy, was Alex’s sporadic touching of my hand, and my leg. It gave me goosebumps.

I wanted him to kiss me. Badly.

Halfway through the movie, he turned around and looked at me.

“You know… I’d love to show you my room.” he said, grinning.

Suddenly, my heart started beating frantically. Was he suggesting… sex?

“Ehm… That would be nice. But shouldn’t we watch the rest of the movie?”

“We can always watch it later. I have a beautiful new Ikea bed, very sturdy and comfortable.”

Things were getting heated, I could tell.

“Really? I hear those Ikea beds are… quality…”

He pulled me closer.

“Yes. Yes they are.”

And then we kissed. His lips tasted like the Daim chocolates he had put out for us to enjoy. It was the hottest kiss I had ever experienced. His hands slid up my back, baring my skin. I wanted nothing more than to see his barenaked body. But I had a little problem. I prayed that he wouldn’t mind.

“I think I want to see your bed, Alex.”

Without a word, he took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom. The first thing I noticed was the massive bed in the middle of the room, with beautiful black satin sheets. He sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to him.

“Oh. Oh my..” I whispered. Shit. I was really going to have sex with him, wasn’t I?

I couldn’t keep it a secret. I couldn’t pretend that I wasn’t. What to do?

I sat down on the bed, next to Alex. Who bounced up and down.

“See, it’s very sturdy.”

“Yeah.. Yeah, it’s sturdy. Alex, I’m a virgin.” I suddenly blabbed.

He looked at me, surprised at the least. But then he smiled.

“That’s alright. I’ll be a perfect gentleman. Don’t you worry. And don’t be nervous!” he reassured me. But why was I still trembling?

He got to work on undressing me, his every move tender, his every kiss sensual. Soon, I was starkers.

“My, my, ms Jade, you have a beautiful body.” he whispered. “Rest assured, it has quite the effect on me. Now. Should I take care of my clothes, or would you do the honors?”

I was paralyzed. Soon, this man would be naked and his penis would be erect and all that and I would have to have sex with him and… oh my word, I might faint.

He grinned. “I think I’ll take the lead this time. Promise you won’t run away?”

I said nothing, watching him get naked. He had an impressive physique. Strong, bulky arms, a nice chest, narrow hips and… oh my god. He had taken off his pants and was standing there, in only his boxers. With an evident erection.

He slipped out of his boxers and stood there, naked. Then, he crawled back on to the bed. I freaked out.

“Alex, I can’t.” I sobbed. “I just can’t.”

“Min älskling Jade, of course you can. If you let me, I’ll show you.”

He started kissing me again, which felt good. At the same time, he gently touched my breasts and my stomach. He slipped two fingers between my thighs and searched for my clit. When he found it, he rubbed carefully. Little shocks of pleasure went through me. I finally relaxed.

“Now tell me, Jade. How does that feel?”

“Feels great.” I sighed. “So great.”

“Tell me what you want now.”

I didn’t even hesitate in telling him. “Your cock. Inside me.”

He calmly nodded and smiled. Then, he rolled on top of me and positioned himself at my entrance.

“Whenever you’re ready.”

“Do it now.” I growled.

With one swift thrust, he was inside me. It didn’t hurt, not at all. Felt strange, but alright. He asked me if I was alright. I told him to carry on.

He built up a rythm of slow and steady thrusts, and each one of them felt amazing. The feeling of him inside me was an alien one, but a pleasant one. I could get used to this. I could get used to him.

He kept kissing me, I kept tasting his Daim chocolate lips.

His quiet moans and little grunts were amusing. I’ve never made a man moan before.

“Wrap your legs around my back.” he said, urgently.

I obliged. And all of a sudden, it was as if he was even deeper inside me.

“Fuck, Jade, du är så trång och våt, so tight and wet. Just for me, you naughty girl?”

I couldn’t answer. The sensation was so intense I could cry. In a good way, though.

With one more thrust, he came, spilling his hot seed inside me. He kept thrusting though. He was hell-bent on getting me off.

And he succeded. Moments later, Alexander Melin, straight from Stockholm, gave me my first orgasm.

Later that day, he fed me strawberries. We were naked on his couch. It was, without a doubt, the first time I had fallen in love with someone.

But good things must end, and a few days and loads of fucking later, we said goodbye, but not farewell.

“We still keep in touch.” I said to the girls. “He has a girlfriend and I have a boyfriend, so we turned out alright, I guess.”

Now, it was Hester’s turn…

Squeak (for Wank Wednesday)

Props to Ruby Kiddell for this week’s amazing prompt, “squeak”. The prompt page can be found here.



She let out a little squeak. I had snuck up behind her in the bedroom, whilst she was getting dressed. Her belly was beautifully swollen, due to her fourth month of pregnancy. She was glowing. And loving every minute of it.

“Jase! Never scare a pregnant woman!” she let out.

“I couldn’t resist. You looked so delicious.” I answered. I tried to seduce her in to going back to bed.

“Oh, Jase, I’ll never make it to work on time!”

“Then call in sick. Morning sickness. That’s a plausible excuse, isn’t it?” I said, kissing her neck. She trembled under the spell of my lips and finally caved in.

“Shit, why do you have to feel so good?” she breathed. She took her phone from the nightstand and quickly called work.

After she had finished informing Daria the receptionist about her sudden bout of morning sickness, she crawled next to me in our big bed. I wasted no time in making her mine.

I kissed her, from her neck down to her soft, swollen breasts, licking her pert little nipples. It made her squeak again.

“What? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I asked, concerned for my girl’s wellbeing.

“No, not at all! Just a bit tender, that’s all. Keep going, feels great.”

I obliged and kissed my way down to her stomach. Was there a prettier sight than her pregnant belly? I don’t think so.

“Hey baby. Hope you’re still snug in there.” I said to her bump. This made her chuckle. I loved talking to the baby. I did it so he or she could get used to my voice. Elin did so by playing her guitar and singing for him or her.

Suddenly, she pulled me back up.

“Could we skip the kissing and the licking for once? It’s just that I desperately need your cock inside me…” she said innocently.

“Jesus, has pregancy made you even hornier?” I asked, surprised by her wanton desire.

“Shut up and get that cock out!” she shouted out. “Fuck me hard!”

“Are you sure I won’t hurt you or the baby?”

“FUCK ME NOW!” she cried.

Slightly disturbed by my wife’s sexual hunger, I got to work on opening my zipper. Luckily, I was still topless, as she would have probably ripped my shirt to shreds…

I spread open her legs and guided my cock inside her. Upon the first contact, she cried out: “Fuck, that feels so good.”

“I haven’t even done anything yet.” I noted.

“I know. It’s just that feeling. That feeling of togetherness. We fit, Jase. Haven’t you noticed?”

I smiled at this very true comment. We fit together perfectly.

“Come on. I’m ready for you, sir.” she whispered sensually. “Fuck me like the freak you are.”

Fuelled by her words, I thrusted.

Once, twice. She arched her back and moaned.

Three, four, five. Whispered dirty words in my ear.

Six. Seven. Buried her head in my neck, buried her teeth in my shoulder.

Eight, nine, ten. I winced in pain and pleasure.

It was so intense. I felt every muscle in my body contracting, her pussy pulsing around my cock.

And then, without warning…

The phone rang.

“Don’t answer.” I breathed. “Please don’t answer.”

But she did. I halted for a second, composing myself.

“Hello? Oh, hi doctor Matthews.”

My muscles contracted again. But this time in fear. Was there something wrong with the baby?

“What? You’re joshing me.”

Elin broke out in a massive smile.

“Thank you! Of course! I’m over the moon! Oh, thank you doctor! I’ll be sure to tell him when he’s sitting down. Ok, bye!”

“What is it? Something wrong?”

Suddenly, a tear trickled from her face.

“Oh baby, what is it?” I asked, lowering myself down upon her.

“Babe… we’re having twins!”

My heart started beating in double time. I swallowed.

“Twins? Holy shit. HOLY SHIT!” I heard myself crying out. Then, I couldn’t help myself. I let out a tear.

“Oh babe.” I said, caressing her face and wiping the tear away. “What a miracle!”

“I know. I know. Will we cope?”

“Of course we will. We’ll make it work, you and me and the kids.”

We hugged.

I’m going to be a father. Of two children. Two adorable little children. I couldn’t help myself. I let out a little squeak.

“Uhm… not to be rude and spoil this moment completely, but should we not finish our little tryst here? You’re kind of still inside me.”

“Oh right, we should.” I chuckled. I leaned in and kissed her.

Oh we finished our little tryst alright.

Albeit with a crowd inside her stomach…

Lindi Hop (for Fuck Me Friday)

Watch how cleverly I use this week’s prompt: Seat.

9.25 am

Running down the platform, schlepping my trolley behind me. I’m horribly late.

I’m on my way to Scotland, and in a bout of foolishness, I had decided to take a train. Five hours to Glasgow. And my i-Pod wasn’t charged. This wasn’t turning out to be a good day.

I made my way down to an empty seat and put my trolley on the rack above me. Plunging down on the soft cushioned seat, I instantly relaxed. I could take a nap. A long, five-hour nap and then Glasgow wouldn’t be far off. Simple as that.

Half an hour later, I woke up from my super short nap. Shit. This wasn’t how I planned it.

The next hour, I spent watching the landscape go by through the window. Who knew the countryside could be so boring? See, this is why I don’t watch Countryfile. That and Matt Baker.

We stopped at another station. People made their way down the carriage. I was studying a poster for Lucozade, hanging on a wall in the station, when I heard a deep, quite sexy voice call me.


I turned around and faced a frankly gorgeous man. Messy auburn hair, piercing blue eyes, cute smile,  loaded with a laptop and a book bag. This ride just got a lot more interesting…


“Do you mind if I take a seat here?”

I smiled at him. “Sure.”

He smiled back and sat down.

“Crikey, it’s a long ride, isn’t it?” he said, sighing.

“Five hours from London. And I’m suffering already.” I replied.

“Tell me about it. I do this a lot. Family is in Scotland.”

“Oh, are you Scottish?”

“Aye. I hail from Glasgow. Nice to be going home for the weekend. So.. if I may ask, what brings you to my fair city?”

“A much-needed holiday. I’m well tired. Working overtime every day.”

“Must be tough. I’m Caleb, by the way.” he said, sticking out his hand.

“Lindi. Nice to meet you.”

I shook his hand and I was sure I felt a tiny spark there. His hand felt good. Bit rough, but tender.

“Lindi. Nice name for a nice lass. Where do you hail from?”

“Lewisham. So, I’m a nice lass? What are you basing this on?”

“Well, you let me sit here. The bonniest place in the train.”

“And tell me, why is this the ‘bonniest” place?”

“Because you’re here too. You can’t ask for a finer view.”

I felt myself blush. Nice to get some attention from a good-looking man. And then, I did something stupid. I started undressing him mentally. In my head, under his clothes, there was a body of a Grecian god. Toned abs, six-pack, strong arms, and to top it all off, a little tuft of hair running from his bellybutton to God knows where in the nether regions of his body.

It was only then, that I realised that he was doing the same! I recognised that look from anywhere. He shot me a lusty smile. Clearly, he liked what he didn’t see.

I thought it would end right there. With a little harmless flirtation. But for the next hour, we continued exchanging looks. Every time I looked at him, my stomach would flip in a very happy way. No doubt that Caleb was attractive. That voice could command any woman to get down on her knees for him. A little wink would seal the deal.

Just as the thought crossed my mind, he winked.

“Ok, kind sir, what are you aiming at?” I asked.

“We’re both looking for a way to spend the time. How about we.. spend some time with each other?”

I lowered my voice. “Are you suggesting…”

“The loo. In five minutes.”


He went off towards the loo. All sorts of thoughts ran through my mind. First of all, I only met this guy mere hours back. Second, this is an old train. It’s wobbly. Third, what if someone catches us? And fourth… I want him, I want him, I want him.

Four minutes after he went off, I followed after him.

Three knocks on the door of the loo. The door opened. Caleb lured me in.

The loo was well small.

“How the hell are we going to do this?” I worried.

He shut me up by urgently kissing me. I kissed him back, caught up in the heat of the moment. He’s a good kisser, that.

The train swirled and swiveled and I nearly lost my balance, but Caleb caught me. He smiled.

“Not very comfortable. But we’ll make it work somehow.”

He sat down on the closed loo and undid the button on his jeans. With one swift move, he released his cock from his pants. I took a little moment and admired it.

“Like what I’m packing?” he said, cheekily.

His cock was already hard. And very pretty and plump and pink.

“Nice equipment.” I said, gingerly touching the head. He smiled and pulled me closer.

With that cut-glass Glaswegian accent, he whispered in my ear: “Take off your knickers, Lindi Hop.” 

“Lindi Hop? Is that the best you can do?” I whispered back. He grinned evilly.

I hiked up my light summer skirt and obliged him. Then, I straddled him, taking him in. The feeling was incredible. I instantly began riding him, shaking along with the train, which, strangely, intensified both our feelings.

“Lindi..” he moaned. “Lindi, you feel so good, so wet and warm, fuck that’s good. Keep going.”

He buried his head between my breasts and took a long, deep breath. What followed, was a long string of quiet curses and moans. I rode him hard, and he was apparently enjoying every minute of it.

He came with a muffled cry and the sensation of his warm seed spilling inside me made me come myself.

We stayed there, like that, for a few minutes. Just smiling at each other.

By the time we got back to our seats, we had arrived in another station.

“Blimey, we’re not even close to Scotland.” he sighed.

“I guess not.”

Then I grinned. “But fuck it, it was a fun way to pass the time!”


This little story has a happy ending too. When we eventually arrived in Glasgow, after spending time watching a movie on his laptop, we decided to stick together for the day. I didn’t know it, he didn’t know it, but it was definitely the start of something big….


You were sitting naked on my bed. Grinning like a mad woman.

“Let me watch you.”

“Pardon?” I said, not quite listening. Too busy admiring your beautiful, curvy body. Tentatively touching it, pulling away, not wanting to bruise that perfect flesh with my rough fingers.

“Let me watch you. I want to see you touch yourself. I want to see you get off.”

I swallowed. I’ve never done anything like it before. Didn’t quite know if I’d feel comfortable.

“Ayls, I don’t know.” I said, my voice trembling a bit. “It’s so private. I’ve never masturbated for anyone before.”

You smiled. I knew that you loved me saying the word “masturbated”. Something in the accent, you always said.

“I’d just feel so exposed.” I whispered.

I knew you were getting a bit cross with me. I could see it in your eyes.

“Jase, it’s just wanking. And it’s just me. I’m not asking you to do something ridiculously complicated, am I? Besides, I guarantee you, it would make me go bonkers with desire.”

“Ayls, I don’t think…”

You shut me up by pulling down my boxers. To my own surprise, my cock was reacting. I had to face it. This idea may have turned me on more than I was willing to admit.

“Babe, for fuck’s sake. It would make me so hot, it would turn me on so much. Please, do me a favor..”

You smiled at me, looking so kind. “I’ll do it for you, if you do it for me.”

That made me grin. “Alright, you’re on.”

You placed yourself at the end of the bed, and made yourself comfortable. I did the same, nervously lying back on the soft cushions.

I started by gently stroking my cock, which you had nicknamed my “soldier of love.” I quite liked that nickname. Made me feel like a proper man.

You watched, studying the way the “soldier” became hard under my feather-light strokes. I half expected you to lower your glasses and mumble “Mmm. Interesting.” like a doctor studying a test subject. It made me feel slightly uncomfortable. I don’t do well under pressure.

And you noticed it.

“Close your eyes.” you said. “Imagine it’s me touching you. If that’ll help.”

I did.

I imagined your hand wrapped around my cock, skilfully sliding up and down the shaft, never forgetting the head. I relaxed under the spell of that fantasy.

Your next trick was even better. Replacing your hands with your lips. I could just feel that hot mouth on me, that devil tongue licking every inch of warm, throbbing flesh.

I could hear myself moaning your name. Under the influence of the fantasy, I slurred a string of words together.

“Ayls… please fuck me, can’t.. fuck.. your mouth.. so hot…fuuuuuuck.”

The pleasure was unbearable. I could feel my stomach tighten, my balls twitch, every single bit of me was reacting to my imagination.

“Good. Come for me.” you said. “Be a good boy and come for me.”

The words triggered a release like no other. So you see where imagination could take you. I came in hot spurts, all over my stomach.

I opened my eyes and saw you grinning.

“Did… did you like it?” I stuttered, out of breath and sticky with jizz.

“I loved it.” you said, crawling towards me.

Then, I got what I wanted. Your hot tongue on my skin, licking off my cum.

You. You always bring out the best in me. The best in everything. You are the one.


This week’s Wank Wednesday prompt is “shield”. Now, excuse me if this is absolute rubbish, but I have slept all day long, and am on what my doctor called “horse strength medication” so I can get better for Thursday. I haven’t eaten much, save for chicken and some chocolate. I feel miserable. But being miserable doesn’t mean I can’t provide you with your weekly smut.

The link to the original prompt page is here.


“I have these strange fantasies.” I say one day. We’re sitting in the kitchen, discussing random stuff over breakfast. And I don’t know why, but I feel the need to confess this to my friend.

“I’m sure you’re not the only one.” Jase says, whilst absent-mindedly munching on a bacon and egg sarnie. He’s obviously in a completely different head space than me.

“About men.” I say, trying to lure his attention. “Sexy fantasies.”

“Sure, loads of women have sexy fantasies.” he replies. “Loads of men do too. God knows I do.”

“But you fantasize about Carey Mulligan, and all those other foxy actresses. My fantasy is different.”

He puts down his sarnie and faces me.

“So tell me, who do you fantasize about?”

“A knight.”

He chuckles. “What, King Arthur? Or is Lancelot more your thing?”

“Oi, don’t laugh!”

“Do you imagine you’re Guinevere, or something like that? Kinky action on The Round Table? Gang bang with all the knights?”

I all but smack him dead in the face.

“One knight! Just the one!” I cry out.

“I’m sorry. Now, come on. Fess up.”

I take a deep breath. And then I tell him.

“It’s a modern fairytale, really. But none of that gooey shite, romance novel sort of thing. It’s… steamy.”

“Ooh.” he says. “Steamy, even. Now you’ve got my attention. Do carry on.”

“He’s just… so hot. Not handsome in a traditional way, but just hot like fire.”

“Keep going.”

“Beautiful, amber eyes and a cheeky smile. A body to die for. And he’s so kind. He’s a genuine hero. Not a knight in a traditional, knight-in-shining-armor. Think your typical action hero.”

“And what does this man do that turns you on?”

“Well… he defends me. Shields me from danger. I imagine someone bastard or bitch edging in on me and then he swoops in. Not that I can’t fend for myself, I mean, I can, but he is just so heroic. He steps in and fends them off. Defends me. Fights for me.”

“And what does he do next?”

He appears to be transfixed with what I’m saying. Getting lost in the moment. Which I never expected from Jase. Not in this particular fantasy.

“He takes me to his “castle”. Throws me on the bed. And fucks me.”

His eyes nearly drop out of their sockets. I laugh. I had clearly got his attention. He swallows and whispers that I should carry on.

“Ok, so imagine this. I’m in this lily-white, long dress. He rips it apart. Under it, I’m wearing my devil-red corset and knickers. He deftly undoes the corset to reveal my buxom bosom. Then, he rips open my knickers, and throws me on the bed. By the way, there is a lot of fabric-ripping going on here. It’s that good.”

“That good.” he repeats silently.

“His shirt is already undone. He takes it off and reveals the most impressive muscles. Amazing pecs, fantastic abs, you name it, he’s got it. Takes off his shoes, takes off his trousers. And the amazing thing is… he’s not wearing underpants. And his cock… Oh, Jase, his cock is to die for.”

He swallows uncomfortably and shifts in his seat. “Shouldn’t you be telling this to Jade?”

“Oh, Jade knows about this. Anyway, he crawls onto the bed and then… the best sex of my life. He knows every move, every single trick in the book of sex. His touch is electrifying, his kiss is stupendously terrific. His lips taste like spun sugar, for some reason. Anyway, that’s my fantasy. What do you think?”

“I think I want to be that knight. I want to rescue you, sweep you off your feet and then throw you on the bed and fuck you mercilessly. I’d be good, you know. But until you realise that, I will wait. ” I think.

I shift on my chair, trying to douse the fire in my loins. Yes, embarrassingly enough, I am now sporting a hard-on. I can’t help it. I am intoxicated by her voice, by her words. I can’t help thinking, maybe it’s sheer ego, or maybe there is truth in it.. is it me she’s fantasizing about? I would shield her from danger.

I would die for her.

Shy Guy

I never knew Jase to be a shy guy.

I learn a lot about him from having sex with him. You think you know, but you have no idea what’s in that head of his. He has come clean about some fantasies in the past few weeks. Things that he never wanted anyone but me to do for him. Things that linger under the surface.

The mere possibility of these things happening kept him going for all these years. He has interesting desires. Nothing fancy, not being bound and gagged or something. Just being touched. Being loved.

One particular fantasy surprised me. This happened in the first week of our relationship.

“You look very delicious tonight.” he whispered in my ear, as he lay down next to me. He had just returned from a shift at the bar and looked a bit tired. It was hot outside and I was dressed in nothing but my lacy bra and panties, watching television.

“Is that how you pass time when I’m not here? Watching the poker in your skivvies?” he asked, while stroking my hair. I relaxed under his touch. It had been a tense day at the office. Some deadlines were coming very close and everyone felt very stressed. And it definitely rubbed off on me.

“Ooh, I do everything in my skivvies when you’re not here. Even the washing up. You look tired.”

“Yeah, rough day. You too?”

“Deadlines and all that. We should find a way to relax.”

He giggled. “I know how!”

He leaned over and kissed me, with so much longing that it made me dizzy. It prompted me to declare: “I’m all yours.”

“Lovely. Will you do what I ask?”

“Sure. As long as you kiss me like that.”

He obliged and kissed me again. Then, he pulled away.

“Take off your bra. Let me see your breasts.” he whispered huskily. I stood up in front of him and unclasped my bra.

“Do you want me to touch them?” I said.

“Yeah. I do.”

So I did. I touched my soft breasts, looking straight into his eyes.

“Ta…take off your panties too. I want…” he stuttered. I quite enjoyed this sensual power I had. I’ve never been able to turn a man into absolute dripping goo. It made me feel more womanly.

I took off my panties and revelled in the sight of him watching me. He made a come hither motion. So, I joined him on the bed, where we kissed again.

In between the kissing, it was obvious that he wanted to ask me something.

“Ayls?” he said, with his lips against mine.

I moaned in response.

“Ayls.. I want to ask you something.”

“Ask away, I’m all ears.”

“Will you… oh fuck.. I’ve never…”

I pulled away and looked him in the eyes, trying to read his expression. He looked down at the mattress, as if he was shying away from me.

“What is it, babe?”

“I’ve never… asked a woman to do this before.”

For a moment, panic struck. What the hell did he want me to do?

“What is it, Jase? Tell me.”

Unless it’s something freaky. Then, please do not.

“Will you… suck me?”

My jaw dropped. “Let me get this absolutely straight. You’ve never asked a woman for a blowjob before? Have you had one?”

He blushed a bright crimson shade. “Fuck me, now I’m embarrassed. No. Not properly. And no, I haven’t asked. Too shy I guess.”

I smiled. “You needn’t be shy. Not with me. Fuck, Jase, it’s me.”

“Do you want to?” he whimpered silently, preparing himself for rejection.

I didn’t say a word. I just sat up and reached out to his zipper.

Carefully, I opened it, and pulled down his pants. Easy does it. Then, I pulled down his boxers, revealing his cock, in all his long and hard glory.

“Look at that. Your big soldier. Your soldier of love.” I said, admiring it for a second, and running my finger down the shaft. This left him grinning.

I nestled myself between his legs and took his cock in my hand. Then, carefully, I bent down and swirled my tongue around the head. Just once, only delicately. It provoked an immediate reaction from him, a cute little yelp.

I looked up at him and he smiled. “Tickled a bit.” he explained.

Why do I suddenly feel like I’m sixteen again and giving head to Johnny McNamara in the ladies bathroom of the cinema? I got about the same reaction back then, by the way.

I then, still carefully, licked from the head to the bottom, down the shaft. And back up again. I kept licking, which was greeted with a contented sigh and a moan from Jase.

“More.” he whispered. “I just want to feel those lips. That mouth. Everything.”

He wanted more, and I gave him more. I took hold of the base, and took him in my mouth. I licked and I sucked for dear life, because fuck me, if this is his first blowjob ever, it is my duty to make it one to remember.

“Oh jesus, Ayls, that feels so good.” he moaned. “Please.. please.. I want..”

With my mouth still full of cock, I looked up at him and tried to say: “What?”

“I want…will you..”

I took his cock out of my mouth and said: “Don’t be shy, just ask.”

“Will you touch my balls?”

I grinned. “Would you enjoy that?”

He nodded.

So, I did. As I continued my sucking, I gently touched his balls, which provoked such an extreme reaction from him, that I could have sworn he was going to explode in a cloud of semen.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKK!!” he cried out, as he came in a hot rush, inside my mouth. It was quite a shock at first, but I just swallowed it all. Which made him very happy.

I sat up, and looked at him. He was looking so happy. He sat up, with his pants down to his ankles and his cock now flaccid, but still very pretty.

“I love you.” he said. “I bloody love you so much. Thanks for doing this for me.”

“The pleasure was all mine.” I said, feeling quite proud of myself. “So, was it worth waiting thirty years for?”

“Bloody hell, yes!” he cried out. “I’ve fantasized about this for so long and for it to be you doing it… heavenly does not begin to cover it. I’m spent.”

“Well, do you fancy some naked poker watching? That always perks me up.”

“Uhm.. yeah, why not!”

He got undressed and slipped under the covers with me. As the poker match reached a humming crescendo, I relaxed into his arms. The feeling of skin on skin was amazing.

“All he needs is an ace and he’s won it.” I pointed out, being a keen poker player myself.

“Don’t care about him. I’ve got my ace, right here.” he said, cuddling me.

The following morning, on my way to work, I happened to lick my lips, which made me smile. They still tasted like my shy guy.

Finding sexuality

I originally wanted to do this for Lady Porn Day, but of course, in true authentic Dalide Style, I forgot. So, I’m doing this now.

It was just two short years ago and we were about to embark on a trip to Wales, a sort of Doctor Who pilgrimage. Two days before leaving, I had a long conversation with my mum. It ended in me confessing that I had never masturbated before. I had watched many an erotic movie (Emanuelle and all that) before, I had felt that tingling sensation in my nether regions before, but I had never gone the distance. Masturbation was the final frontier.

But that night, I felt like… feeling myself up a bit. I touched myself through my pants. And then, something clicked. People were finding me an idiot for not indulging in this. So I decided to prove them wrong. That very night, two days before we left for the Sci Fi capital of Britain, I touched myself. Flesh on flesh. It didn’t take me long to find my clit. And the sensation was electric, so new and so amazing. My leg was shaking, don’t know why. I thought that was what was supposed to happen. I moaned to myself. Why hadn’t I done this before?

After we came back from the bugger of a trip that was Cardiff (Cardiff, fyi, is 5 hours by train from Belgium), I couldn’t wait to try again. And again. Soon I became addicted. I couldn’t wait for it to be night, for me to be in the safe haven of my bed. I don’t remember the first time I came. But I bet it was amazing. I had found my sexuality.

And then.. without warning it was taken away from me. I had a depression and my medication was having a VERY negative effect on my love life. I couldn’t come anymore. I couldn’t feel anything. I was numb.

One night, I plucked up the courage to tell my mother what was going on and that I might need some help. We talked it over and decided to get a vibrator. My first vibe was a tiny clit vibe in the shape of a chicken. It didn’t work.

Months went by. A yearning, a burning desire built up in me. I went to the doctor and explained my problem. She said the medication was making me anorgasmic. I had to switch. So I did.

Unfortunately, this switch… didn’t exactly do me any good. I’ll spare you the details, but it was slightly hilarious. However, this did have a very pleasant side-effect.

One night, after a particulary horny day, I was in bed. My mum was sleeping next to me, selflessly taking care of me during my illness caused by the pills. I knew that I was ridiculously horny. I needed confirmation, so I felt to see if I was wet. I was. Dripping wet.

So, what was I to do? Relieve myself with my mum sleeping next to me? NO. So I snuck downstairs to my parents’s empty bedroom. Fastest orgasm of my life.

Since then, I’ve been testing and exploring. I’ve been looking for the g-spot, buying new vibrators (the now infamous Bowling Pin and Pinkie the vibe), trying new kinky positions to fuck myself in… Two nights ago, I squirted properly for the first time. And fuck me, was I happy. What an achievement. Especially after all of this.

Now, looking ahead, I can see myself stepping over my own boundaries. Trying more new things. Experimenting. Doing things beyond my imagination. Finding myself a man. And still, having feverish fantasies about the one I can never get.



I’m watching Ghost Whisperer, and it inspired me to talk about a few of my ghosts. I’m going to list them in bullet points, since I don’t quite feel like going into any of them right now, but if you want to ask me a question about one of them, I’ll gladly answer them.

  • I was in love with my gay best friend. I didn’t know he was gay. And it was so painful for me when I found out, I ditched him. We bonded again later, and I never could forgive myself for ditching him. Especially because…
  • I ditched him to look cool in front of another guy. I was the biggest fool and bitch in the universe. All because I loved someone who would never love me back.
  • The new girl in my class started a relationship with that very guy and I was jealous. And it bloody well hurt. I remember collapsing on the floor of our bathroom, in tears..
  • After our class trip to Barcelona. Where I found out. Miles from home, I needed my mum more than ever. Because I was heartbroken.
  • And it was never worth it. I ditched the best friend I ever had, all because I wanted to be cool.

I didn’t like being the bitch. I still hate myself for it. I live with this every day. I can never quite shake it. B, if you ever read this, I’m so fucking sorry. Because I absolutely love you. You are my voice of reason. And I would be very hurt if you didn’t want to see me anymore, because, like I said before, I love you too much.

Good news is, I grew up. I was so confused back then. I’m not that same girl anymore. And I hope you don’t think of me as a bitch because of this. I love gay people. And I went against my own principles there and then. Hate myself for it.

Glad to get that off my chest. Expect a lighter post in a few minutes, because, yay, MasterChef!