Every cloud has a 'silver' lining

Around this time, Matchbox Twenty, Coldplay, Nickelback, Blink 182, Dido and U2 amongst others had provided me with some brilliant tuneage which not only developed me artistically but left music imprinted on my brain, I had caught the bug, and there was no going back.

Needless to say I was destined to rebound? Oh yeah!

Back to the game my friends.

Through my AOL chat I had come into contact with P, a '28' year old from the other side of town. We had talked for a while, and it was suggested we meet up. I can give you an actual date, 9th february 2002, I will always remember it as Pop Idol, a new talent show had swept Britain and it's final was shown in the town we arranged to meet on a huge screen outside Bailey's Bar.

I pulled up in the taxi, we had arranged to meet in a local pub, pretty well known for its small size and triangular shape. I had been working the previous night in the dancing club opposite and I checked my make up before heading inside. Scanning the bar for a 28 year old bloke, I had no idea who he was, hadn't even seen his picture. A shortish bloke caught my attention,

'Jolene?'

Now ladies- heres the scene, he tells me he is 28 yeah...more like 38. But as a liberal girl, this didn't bother me one bit- he was charming, attractive enough and seemed like a genuinely nice bloke. On the other hand- I could have... if I'd wanted to.... run off screaming!

"Err, yeah you're P, right?''

I had never met anyone from the internet before, so I was pretty nervous,

''Yeah, sorry I might have lowered my age a little but I think you did too, right?''

Cheeky!

"No, I am sixteen, ha ha! Why would I do that?"

"Oh, wow- I mean OK don't take this the wrong way, but you look at least 18!"

He says staring blatantly at my rack.

We move to a table, well I think the place only had 3 tops, and apart from an old codger propping up the bar we were alone. We talked a lot, I couldn't get over how short he was, at 5 foot 9 I had always been used to being tall but this took the piss. He was into dance music, divorced, one child a proper England fan, tattoos. He was appealing enough, but this place was lame,

''Shall we go somewhere a bit, better?'

My thoughts exactly.

Walking into the club, I nod at my friends who are working behind the bar, I had failed to mention I worked at this club casually, but had played it safe and told the girls so they would look out for me if needed. Thinking on- if he had been a sex attacker he was so short, I probably could have taken him on by treading on his head.

He looked at me, taking in the surroundings, Shining metal poles with dancing coloured light beams reflecting off them. Black velvet draped rooms, each occupied apart from one. Every booth contained a 2 seater chair and pole, designed for the 'private' dances. I led him to a table in the main bar, his eyes however, stayed on me- regardless of the nipple that had come dangerously close to his face as the waitress collected the empties.

"What are you having?"

I asked him as we approached the bar, he looked at me like I had shit in his mouth.

"Err, a pint please- are you sure?"

"Ha ha I might only be 16 but please, give me some credit!"

He smiled and nodded his head, as I leaned over the bar I almost felt his glare on my arse, he placed a hand on my hip.

"OK!" I said as I handed him his drink, gesturing towards the hand which was now on my lower back, he took his hand away and accepted it. Phew. We talked a little bit more, then moved to the dancefloor- I was aware this bloke looked a lot older than me, and we did get some funny looks. Bollocks to them, I thought as we danced and laughed. We were getting on really well and having a blast-he was young at heart and we sang along to the tunes and flirted outrageously.

I caught the attention of Gemma, one of the other girls on bar duty (we were lucky- got to keep our bras on! Health and safety!) She gestured toward the empty booth and winked,

"Nooooo!" I mouthed, like a maniac shaking my head and she shrugged her shoulders, winked at me and continued making our cocktail pitcher. Good girl!

"Shall I take this into the booth for you then Jolene?" She said as she carelessly plonked it on the table in front of us. He looked at me half in disbelief, half I think was arousal. I brushed off the comment by telling him I knew her from childhood, he seemed satisfied with that. Though, he did glance at the empty booth more than once. I thought about it, of course I did- Imagine having sex in a very public place. All that lies between you and the public is a velvet curtain. The idea turned me on and I then decided I must be quite kinky at heart and wondered when this side of me would emerge in my lifetime.

We moved to a different bar, a more laid back wine bar, with its red leather sofas and modern interior, I decided I much preferred this place than the local pub!

We got another round in.

"Sambuca?" I said cheekily, handing him a shot.

He smiled and laughed.

"You're my kind of girl!" He said as he slid up next to me on the sofas. The music in this place was chilled out dance, Moloko- "Sing it back" was on now, I remember that cause I love that song, and I have a near photographic memory.....

He put his hand on my thigh, I looked at him and he was looking directly into my eyes. For a moment, I drew back thinking 'Oh god, he looks old enough to be my dad'. Hmm that didn't seem to BOTHER me though, was that wrong? I found myself increasingly attracted to his matureness. More than anything, he was attractive- not exactly what I would call Phwoar material, but I liked this guy. He leaned in for a kiss, I kissed him back- I could tell he had years of experience- his kisses were softer, more precise and there was no fumbling, he was manly and solid. My negative thoughts suddenly disappeared. After what felt like an age I opened my eyes, reluctant to end the kiss but reminding him we were in a crowded bar. He pulled me closer, drew his mouth to my ear. His breath was warm and he softly invited me to his. I looked at my watch- it wasn't late at all really, if I would have been out with my friends or my ex- we would still be there at kicking out time. It was then I realised how mature for my age I was, because I just didn't care. I excused myself, making my way to the ladies I needed to decide what was going to happen next.

Looking around there were the stunning girls- you know which ones I mean? Immaculate, tanned (sometimes overly orange) skin, long blonde hair, miniskirt, boob tube top and a belly piercing glistening as they danced and chatted with the blokes. You could spot them a mile off- usually a semi circle of admiring men watching in delight as they danced closely, seductively with their girlfriends. I never saw myself as the dressing up type- I was standing next to one of these girls as I washed my hands. She was applying her lipstick, I had noticed her out on the dancefloor in an earlier bar. From a distance she looked about 19, but close up in the mirror, I could see she was much older than that. I leaned toward the mirror, gathering my thoughts as I spritzed myself with my perfume, Beverly Hills. I had been wearing it for as long as I could remember. I looked at my figure- I had always had body issues, at 12 I was battling bulimia and I never had any confidence. I was now a healthy size 10 top and 12 bottoms, and beginning to like my curves. In fact, looking at the woman next to me, given a bit more make up and a more revealing outfit I reckoned I could be as attractive one day- I kind of envied her age- I wished I was older. I wished I was old enough to better my situation myself, my own way.

I returned out to P, who was now on the edge of the sofa, he never took his eyes off me as I waded through the bar to join him.

"OK," I said nervously

"I have never done this before, I don't want you to think I am the kind of girl who will go home with anyone on the first date" We had gotten to know each other via emails beforehand. In fact- I had never gone home with anyone- not like this anyway, I shocked myself as we stumbled into a taxi. It was a long drive, he lived on the other side of town.

We kissed and he placed his hand on my leg again, Hitching up my knee length pencil skirt to my thigh. We had to be discreet, the taxi driver was coughing as if to say- "Save it for when you get home!" Quite rightly thought, as I was beginning to feel my pussy throbbing and becoming moist. His touch was more confident than S's- far more experienced.

We arrived at his house- It was nice, a proper bachelor pad, with a huge England flag flying from the top window. As I entered I saw his desk, and P.C. I smiled thinking he must have sat there talking to me many a night. I sat in the swivel chair and spun round giggling.

"So this is where the magic happens?"

He laughed.

"You......" He began, "You are the sexiest woman I have ever had the chance to go out with"

I blushed a little, continuing my spinning.

He walked over to chair and held out his hand,

"Come and sit on the sofa, I have some drinks in the fridge." and he disappeared into the kitchen, not before putting the telly on. Oh, Will Young won- nice- I thought to myself. Gareth Gates was sweet- But it would have been unjustified, I mean Will's voice blew me away, I never quite believed Gareth's stuttering story anyway! P reappeared with drinks.

We sat and watched the television, flicking through the channels, making small talk. I think he was expecting me to change my mind any moment. My mobile rang, grr. Mum. I ignored it, I would text her shortly, she thought I was meeting a mate-I'll tell her I was pissed and was staying over at her house. She was happy with that explanation. I felt P's hand again on my thigh, he certainly knew what he was doing, every move sent tingles down my spine. "Are you certain you want to stay the night, with me?" He asked. "I have a spare bedroom, so don't worry!" He added. I was quite disappointed at this- I thought we would definitely be having sex.

"Jolene, look there's no pressure- I know I am old enough to be your dad and if you don't want this to go any further that will be cool, we can still be mates." The thought of what he just said actually turned me on..It felt so wrong that it was right... you know what I mean! I kissed him, hard and moved away to see his reaction, he smiled and seemed to instantly relax. He led me up the stairs, holding my hand and rubbing my palm with his thumb seductively. I couldn't believe I was doing this.

"You know," He said, "I can not believe how pretty you are, and you're sixteen,right? You don't look or act like a sixteen year old."

I kissed him half blushing from being called pretty.

"Shut up." I said bossily as we stumbled back onto his bed

"You, my dear- know exactly what you're doing , don't you?" He grinned, and I winked at him, feeling his hardness on my knee as he lay me back, legs still off the end of the bed.

I felt this rush, this feeling- I wanted to FUCK him. Not like when I had sex with S, different to that. I desired him more and he pulled my legs up and pressed his clothed hardon against my clothed pussy, teasing me.

He knew most of my relationship with S including our brief sexual relations.

"Excuse me." He said, leaving the room, "I'll be right back."

I sat up, looked around, he had gone in the bathroom, probably for condoms or something. He emerged just in his boxer shorts. He was very fit, muscular and regardless of his height-he looked strong. He approached me again this time lifting my chin to kiss me. He lifted off my top, revealing my bra, which was black.

"I still don't believe you're 16!" he said, hinting towards my chest.

My breasts had always been there, in the future they would be the only asset I liked. No matter how thin or fat I was or thought I was they stayed the same.

"Well, P- I am so get over it will you?" He inched off my tight skirt then tipped off my heels.

We moved up the bed, both knowing what the other wanted, I was scared, but I was also curious and curiosity always wins with me. He got on top of me, popping a breast out of my bra to circle it with his tongue, gently sucking and teasing the nipple till he was satisfied it was hard. He moved his hands down stopping over my toned flat stomach, of which I was momentarily proud of. He licked from my bra to my bikini area slowly, kissing and touching. He was strong- I could tell this in his touch. I liked it. He grasped me firmly as he lowered again this time he was sitting between my legs. I was wearing black lace panties and bra- I knew black was his favorite colour from a cheeky conversation but It had only been pure luck they even matched my head had been up my own arse whilst getting ready.

He went closer towards my now extremely wet pussy with his mouth, I knew what was coming.

He pulled the panties to one side, in one movement-this action in itself left me tingling. He then began to lick me out-wow. He certainly had done this before unlike my previous partner who had learned all his tricks from me. He was not afraid to really get in there, savoring my juices and finding my clitoris immediately. I was up on my elbows as I observed him, he really fucking loved it, and so did I. I lay flat once more and as I did so he inserted a finger inside me. Fucking hell. I felt like I was shagging an expert as he fingered me hard, not afraid of the noises coming from my wetness and moans, or his actions. No need to be quiet- this was his house and he had already mentioned the 'deaf old guy' from next door!

How did he know i liked it rough? How did I know? Was it wrong for me to like a bit of aggression during lovemaking? All these questions running around my head, but right now, in this moment- I just wanted to relax and be with him- If everyone had "styles" I'd say he was like me, wanting it rough.

Maybe it was his preference also, lucky!

I was feeling hot and shaky, I knew I was going to come soon, he entered a second finger- that did it. As his tongue flickered on my clit, he pushed into me, hard.

I was coming, like never before.."Oohh!" I exclaimed and he enjoyed seeing the quivering of my entire body as the orgasm rocked me.

He came up to meet me, midway.

"You really are 16 aren't you Jolene?"

"Yeah!" I repeated, why do you believe me now? I thought.

"You are so tight, I could only just get 2 fingers inside you." He said with a caring smile, brushing my hair from my eyes with his hand. I felt overwhelmed, its my turn to use the bathroom, I thought.

I looked in the mirror- seeing my blotchiness which was part post coital and part from his stubble. What was I doing? I fixed my bra, and returned my panties to their original position. I looked in his bathroom cabinet (nosey as I am!) Nothing incriminating there, hmmmm! I hadn't noticed much of his home earlier- I had been too interested in him. I saw a picture of his child on the landing. My sister was the same age. Everywhere around there were reminders that we probably shouldn't be doing this, that it could end in tears. Fuck tears- they never did me any good. Live for tonight. That's what I intended to do, as I crept back into his room.

"Off!" I gestured towards his boxers, complete with raging boner.

I walked over to him intending to suck his cock, but before I could he swung me round, unhooking my bra and dropping my knickers. He reached for a condom, which had now appeared on his dresser. "Choose?" he said.

"Actually, I'm on the pill- but if you....."

"Good enough for me!" He replied

"Last chance, are you 100% sure? Im scared I am going to hurt you."

He whispered sweetly, the head of his penis rubbing against my clit at his command. I felt powerless. I was so very wet and he was so very hard, I thought that if he continued to rub as he was that I would definately come again.

"Just fuck me." I replied - wow where had this girl come from????

Fuck me he did.

He slowly inserted himself into me, inch by inch making noises and groaning as he did so. Once he was all inside he began to thrust in and out, starting at the pace S had considered his best.

Before long I found myself begging to be fucked, and hard. He did not need telling twice, he liked it rough, grabbing my hair as we went into doggy style. Bouncing off him I was near screaming in delight as he mindlessly banged me. All I could sense was pure pleasure, and as he yanked on my hair, and filled my pussy deep with his cock I realised I quite liked the "pain".

"You," He began, "Naughty....girl!" He moaned. He was now pulling at my arse cheeks, opening them and squeezing hard with his manly hands. He rubbed my ass hole which made me gasp.

"Your arse is perfect, doll" he said as he continued to pull it towards him then push me away, still tightly gripping my cheeks. I could hear myself moaning and making noises, some thrusts were pure pleasure and every now and again it would hurt- he was going really deep inside me like I had never experienced before. I noticed my 'pain moans' and 'pleasure moans' were practically the same sound and so realised he would not be able to tell by that if he was hurting me. I actually liked the deep thrusts, i was aware that when his cock slid against a particular swollen place deep inside me it caused a fantastic rush of ecstasy. Course you find me a 16 year old who knows what and where their G spot is! All I knew was what I felt, and believe me it was fucking amazing. He ran his hands all over me, continuing to shag me from behind, I had never felt like this before, I felt, well- I felt like a proper woman.

He pulled put and turned me over, the sweat was dripping off us both. He was on top of me again. Stopping to kiss me or touch me. He re-entered me and this time he looked at me with his hazel eyes, brushed my hair down with his hand and rested it on my breast.

"Are you OK, babe?" He whispered gently before kissing me

"Yes, I am thank you." I replied as I reached round to rest my hand on his pert little arse, I could feel it working away- all the muscles tightening as he pushed in, then relaxing as he slid out.

"Good." He commented, as he took me completely by surprise and with his inner elbows took both my knees up in the air, still inside me. He cupped his hands behind my neck

"Oh Fuck" Was all I could say as his pace quickened and I felt as though he cold not possibly go any deeper if he tried. Later on I would learn I am a bit of a compulsive swearer during hot sex! I could tell the shocked expression on my face satisfied him and he lifted my bum and placed a pillow in the arch of my back. Apparently he could get deeper! He was so deep there was nothing to spare and his skin and very top of his cock on movement brushed against my clitoris, sending shivers down my already tingling spine.

I watched and concentrated on his face- it seemed he was fighting off his own orgasm in order to keep going, why would he do that? He wanted me to enjoy it for as long as possible, what a gent!

Aware I was soaking wet, I then felt a trickle of juices down the inner side of my thigh, a sure sign that coming all over his cock was imminent. I let out a squeal of delight as we climaxed at exactly the same time, feeling his warm spunk filling me I couldn't help but smile at how good it had been. It didn't end there... To be continued

Jolene

xxx

The Revelation

''Hiya love, is there any chance of a talk?'' My mother (who potentially could be tried for crimes against maternity) NEVER asks me that. So I am wondering what the hell is going on. My new place is a good hours walk away, and as she had rang my mobile I turned around and headed to the village, she continues to talk while I make my way. 'I think it's S, he is cheating on you.' She goes on, to tell me how he had gone for another one of his legendary long baths, this time leaving his crucial bit of kit, on the coffee table, his mobile. When it rang mother had answered it and said to the caller, 'oh he is in the bath can I take a message?' The very young sounding girl had replied that in fact if she could possibly let him know his girlfriend had called and to call him back about last night, would be great! S was still in the bath and she had promised to keep quiet till I got there.

His face was a picture, when he came down to see me sitting in the front room of MY mother's home. I look at him standing there in a towel, pathetic little toe rag. We smile and he reaches for his phone....'Oh no, thats mine,' I tell him, reminding him that when my dad had bought me a new mobile I was gutted it wasn't the same network as his and so daddy had bought him one also, identical. 'Seems we got them mixed up somehow, and I was wondering who Sam was?' Part of me hoping she was a friend, or an overly keen admirer. Surely he wouldn't throw everything we had together away? The air was cold, I looked at mum, mum looked at me, he looked at me then the floor, then my mum.

Then i felt it.

Like a switch inside me. Flip.

I got up, and politely excused myself from the conversation, walking toward the front door I turn to see him again, he didn't look sorry at all.

Emerging into the daylight once again I breathe in the fresh air and begin to walk. Where am I going? I have no idea, but I do have my Walkman and it's playing 'Bittersweet Symphony'. God bless Richard Ashcroft.

But you're left wondering, aren't you?

How is this all relevant to a sex blog? I will tell you, my friends- This was the start of me, Jolene Cole. In a selfish act one person had the ability to make me lose faith. In everything and everyone. Look after number one, and you'll be OK. Fuck people, and fuck S, from now on I will show them, show him. Unleash the cold hearted, prematurely mature bitch. I think things are going to get interesting, OK I know they are...

The Aftermath

Time for him to leave today, and I will miss him greatly, we have spent 4 days together, exploring each other's bodies, playing and finally having sex. Until the next time I suppose, I think as his train departs. I find myself suddenly alone, sixteen- and by now more than curious. Off to the place I call home, walking through the big city I look around. 'There's so much more out here to explore.' Taking one last look around and one huge smog filled breath of city air as I board the bus. Home James.

It's 2001, mother has just invested in a Packard Bell, having recently become familiar with chat rooms I stumble across AOL chat. S never seems to be online, and have made some 'buddies' over the last few weeks ranging in A/S/L's. It's comforting, almost theraputic- helps me pass the time between work and the fizzling contact I am seemingly having with S. Music is my new passion, delving all I can into my singing, writing and performing opportunities. One morning however- this all changed. It was a normal Tuesday, I had gotten up at 7.30am, done my hair and make up and walked to work, with my Walkman playing, I caught sight of myself in the mirror of the shoe shop, smiled and sang along to Embrace. The glances of the bloke across the road, unpacking boxes for his discount bargain shop leave me totally unfazed. By the time I had reached the listed building I had gone into my bag, and it pained me to turn off 'Drops of Jupiter'. But my boss was pretty strict. I thought about S as I threw the bag into the back, chucked off my jacket and donned my glamorous as hell uniform... Suddenly Boss and workmate come running through the staff area, in a total tizz. The television is turned on, which is a rarity..I'm now very intrigued. I watch in horror as the news shows a plane gliding into the World Trade Center North Tower, then again as the same happens, in The South Tower. My mobile's ringing and my thoughts turn directly to S as his name appears on my phone. I look to my boss, he nods. He is in a right old state, 'Have you seen the news? This might be WW3, I might have to go to the US, They think its terrorists, Iraq' He was shitting himself, big time. It was 3 weeks later he suddenly developed an injury during training, seemed to like spending time in Sick bay (beam me up) This followed by another 'injury' and countless calls and whines. My macho bloke had turned into a mega wimp! What the fuck?! nevertheless I'd still do anything for him, after all this was love, right? So when the time came, oh and it came where he was 'discharged' (pardon the pun) I moved out, It was on the cards anyway and he had written to mother asking if he could have my old room. She had been nice enough to agree and seems as though he was 'engaged' to her daughter...

Teenage Kicks Part 3

Our eye contact never breaks as we grind together in unison, his thrusts delving deeper into me. Leaning over to kiss me gently he accidently (but luckily) finds my G spot, forcing a loud squeal. He immediately senses what has happened and further leans in to gain more angle. 'Hmmm,' he breathes, 'This is what I thought about on those lonely nights, in the Naafi.' I respond by way of pleasurable moan and slowly trace my hand down his sweating and toned back, finally reaching his firm arse. Feeling it clench and release with each thrust, those training excerises had certainly paid off! I am well aware of the ever increasing wet patch on the bed, but no longer care. It feels like pure ecstacy as i squeeze and push against his arse cheeks, guiding him. For a brief moment i see a look in his eyes, pure pleasure, it makes me feel good- after all I am doing this- making my macho bloke all vulnerable. It begins to feel amazing, having never experienced this before I feel enlightened, I want more. He grasps at my naked and bouncing breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth. I can feel his pounding getting harder, and faster and could tell he was on the brink of coming, after all I have seen that look on his face many a time before. We both stare, knowing what the other is thinking. 'Its ok' I whisper as I feel his entire body tensing up, his manly frame scooping me into his arms as i feel the rush of come spurting inside me. We hold each other tightly as the remaining waves rush over us both. I feel like we have become one, at last. We still hold each other in a lingering embrace, I feel his still inserted phallus becoming soft inside me. We reflect for a moment, taking our time to kiss and whisper to each other. 'I fuckin' love you!' he says quietly. We untangle ourselves and still naked,slowly creep towards the bathroom to get cleaned up. Turning on the shower we both collapse into fits of laughter knowing what we have just done, but My God was it good!


Standing under the dripping water- I cant help but notice S's amazing body. Taking a sponge from the cabinet I rub creamy soap into it and squeeze, producing lots of bubbles. S has his back to me and the beads of sweat from our recent fuck are still apparent. I begin to gently wash him. Starting at the shoulders I move the sponge over the contours of his body, I can clearly see as he turns to face me that he is enjoying being cleaned! I then throw the sponge down and soap up my hands, running them across his chest. Seeing the creamy bubbles on his tanned skin is amazing, I move down, noticing S is again fully hard. With my still soapy hands i begin to toss him off, he moans and massages bubbles across my wet tits while i eagerly wank him. I want to test the boundaries, so I pull him up close and gently bite his bottom lip, which is immediately welcomed. 'Good,' I think to myself! He reaches behind and removes the shower head, taking it I spend my time tenderly rinsing the bubbles from his body, watching as they slide down into the plug hole. I turn the shower up to Maximum power and concentrate on his hardon, cleansing it whilst gently rubbing my hands up and down the shaft. I turn around just for a moment, to obtain once again the sponge, but whats this? I feel his strong hands parting my arse cheeks. 'Looks amazing from this angle.' he comments. He takes the sponge, instructing me to stay in said position, i lean on the tiled wall for support as i bend over. The water is steaming hot and i am aware of this as he trickles it down my back. He uses the soft sponge against my still swollen clit and gently cleans me. I feel the little bubbles pop one by one on my clit- like little bursts of pleasure. He rinses me. This is going to get interesting!

I am half expecting a long soapy wash but my thoughts are immediately broken by S suddenly guiding a finger into me from behind! This is much better than I had thought it would be. Fuck me it feels really good. He then stretches me to accommodate another finger, then a third.....he reaches under with his spare hand to stimulate my clit. His touch feels amazing, having pleasured myself on many occassions but never in this position. Once inside me his fingers begin to bend, to slowly tease over that G spot for which i had found new admiration. The feelings are getting more intense, and I suddenly want to feel that hard, smooth cock again. Looking at him I can safely say we are now both incredibly turned on. He abrubtly pulls out his fingers, as if reading my mind. He pauses a moment and I feel anxious, what is to follow?....I try to quieten my moans as he slides in. Fuckin' hell- this is definately better than the first position! The greatness of this sends me into a near daze,and I can feel myself tighten around his cock. Im aware of him grasping at my arse and moving it back and forth with the rhythm we have created, sliding me on and off his dick again and again. This time he feels bigger- must be the position, it's going so far up me I can barely regain my thoughts but know I want more. I realise at this point the faint lapping noise had been the sound of his balls thudding against me under the still pouring shower. I reach down underneath myself and feel him penetrating me, touching all over. As I do so he presses firmly into me, I note his entire cock is inside, in deep up to his balls- there is nothing to spare. This turns me on further. Wow- I take a brief mental moment to acknowledge I had gone from being a complete virgin to fucking in all positions-In one morning!

I'm starting to feel hot now, being taken from this position has made me realise there are so many more buttons to press! I have to confess- ' This is so fucking good, babe.' I say softly, as I cast an eye over my shoulder to see S's upper body dripping wet and steaming. It feels better with each slam and I encourage him with my increasing moans. Suddenly he removes his cock and turns me round, pulling me under the spray of the water to kiss me. Momentarily he allows me to kiss and gently bite on his neck. He is still hard as hell and I kneel down to take his almost purple knob into my mouth. Licking my lips, I decide to toy with him and so I lick around the head, gently kissing and tongueing it. I started to allow it in, inch by inch and started a regular sucking pattern 'Holy Fuck Jolene' he gasps as his entire body quivvers, I can tell he is about to shoot his load into my mouth. I stop quickly and step out of the shower, S looks bemused as i chuck him a towel. 'Come back to bed.' I request, and without hesitation he is there. I had enjoyed the bending over session so much I was disappointed for it to end, I was sure I had been on the brink of orgasm. I had often wondered how it would feel to come from a cock alone. Sure, I rub my clit and come within minutes, but I had now had my first taste and am aching to discover more. I crawl slowly onto my bed on all fours. Having dried myself fully in the bathroom, I am excited to notice a wet trickling from my hole. God I am SO wet. S knew what I wanted and didn't bother getting onto the bed, his cock could reach me from there. He slides back my hips so I am now balancing on the very edge of the bed, touching my pussy from behind and feeling the wetness, he easily glides in. Knowing it wouldn't be long as I had left him almost at climax in the bathroom I tell him to give it to me hard. He is happy to oblige- He is loving every second and I can feel his hot breath on the back of my neck as he bends over me. His deep and heavy breathing is sending chills across my skin and he changes from a regular speed to fast one, which was good- it almost hurts in fact- but I still like it!. There were no inhibitions now as he impaled me on his knob repeatedy, the motion of him sliding out feels just as good as it does going in. Again I feel the beginnings of climax and Let out a moan, which resulted in S fucking me even harder. ''Dont stop'' I cry as S reverts back to slow, deep jabs. It had not taken me long to work out what I liked. It was good- but not what I now craved for, I needed a more regular pounding to bring me to orgasm. Deep inside me I feel a warm gush, S moaned helplessly and withdrew looking exhausted.

Next time- I think to myself as we lie there holding each other tightly. I look at my watch. It's 3AM. It just hits me I have now become a woman, looking into S's deep brown eyes I lean toward him, kissing him on the forehead.

'I love you.' He said.

'I love you too' I respond.

Our first sex has been amazing and i put my head onto his chest and fall slowly into a deep sleep..

Teenage Kicks Part 2

I wake around 11am with a banging head,shit it hurts. I turn to see S lay completely naked in bed next to me, looking down i notice I am also nude under the sheets. Oh my God, what happened last night? my mind races as i try to put the blurry images in order,as i get flashbacks. Yep- I quickly remember the night had included lots of beer, fun and frolics, but no sexual content- phew! Too pissed when we got in we had crashed out. He opens his big brown eyes and looks back at me, we both smile and i immediately feel nervous within. I know that now is the time, it feels right. Without speaking, he moves in for a long passionate kiss, i take a deep breath in-sensing my feelings he puts his arms around me and whispers, 'Are you sure?' His deep husky voice sends tingles down my whole body-into my toes. I cant resist any longer. My mind says yes, so does my heart. 'Yes.' I try to sound confident. The look in his eyes changes, 'Time to get you all wet then.'




He moves his hands over my curves, rising up with my breasts then down with my waist. He touches my nipples sensually and gently, then kisses and licks around them. Mmm it feels good and they tingle with excitement. We are both careful not to rush this- it wouldn't be right would it? His kissing continues down my stomach around my navel, following the same pattern kissing, licking and gently nibbling. It drives me crazy and at this point I just want to fuck him. His naked body brushes against mine as we continue to play. Giggling as he touches my ticklish spots then seriously moaning as he moves further down. He licks the inside of my thigh just once. Jesus Christ that feels good. Teasing me he slowly begins to tongue the outer lips before prising them open with his fingers. He begins licking my clitoris, slowly and gently, up and down. He changes direction round and round, then just long, slow licks upwards. Each time he changes it makes me squeal with pleasure and he knows how i orgasm quickly from his amazing oral skills. I can feel the wetness running down my perineum and eventually droplets fall onto the bed sheet. It feels amazing and my pussy is throbbing now. He always aims to please though and i can tell he wants to keep going until i come. Hey- who am i to complain?!? I look down- he isn't looking up at me- too fascinated by what he is doing, only glancing up occasionally to see my reactions. All good of course! I'm starting to feel hot now- I know I will come soon, and so does he- he has noticed my thighs twitching. 'Don't stop.' I say and he takes this as his cue to intensify his technique and concentrate more on my bulging, pink clit. Fucking hell- I love this part- the part in between- just before orgasm. I gasp as I feel the rush, he feels me coming in his mouth and moves down, tasting the glistening come. I cant wait any longer, he re surfaces from under the covers. 'You're so wet now' he says and lies next to me, squashing into my single bed. 'Hmmm' I reply, feeling his hardon pressing against me with urgency. 'I love you' he declares, looking me straight in the eye. I tell him i love him also and S responds by another powerful kiss- I can now taste my own come, it tastes so fucking good, sweeter than his. He maneuvers and slides his now incredibly sweaty torso over mine. He is now on top of me. There are no clothes getting in the way, no feelings of doubt and no chance of being caught since my family were out. I cant help but feel how romantic the moment is as he cautiously positions himself. 'are you really sure?' he asks again. I nod. Noting the expression on his face I arrange my hips, giving him a helping hand, his dick is now poking at my soaking snatch. Im surprised by the way it feels as he slides it in for the very first time. It feels so good- not like being fingered at all- which i had imagined it to feel like, but so much better. Silently he begins to thrust in and out, pleasuring me even more. 'does it feel good?' I ask, breaking his concentration. He looks at me. 'relax' I say. Almost immediately he does and i notice an improvement in the depth and timing. The feeling of his solid cock sliding in and out of my soaking hole is amazing. 'ohh yes' I exclaim as i grind with him and his cock goes in all the way, nothing to spare as he fucks me balls deep. I realise quickly that i like it more the harder and faster he goes. He pushes both my legs up into the air holding onto my knees. Fuck yes. I now wonder why the hell we hadn't done this before. Looking into his eyes i can see my reflection and i feel warm and happy that I waited for him. he is perfect.

Teenage Kicks Part 1

Allow me a brief moment to set the scene.
I’m sixteen years old and have been in a relationship with S for almost 2 years. He’d recently broken my heart in two by joining the forces and we don’t see each other very often. Fuck. The day he left was like a scene picked straight from a 1940’s classical black and white romance epic. Standing there in floods of tears on the platform, we embraced and through the heartache swore ourselves to each other for eternity. God we even have a song. On leaving he promised he would write to me every day and so far had been true to his word. This is true love, but this is no quaint little love tale. Our experience in the bedroom together did not exceed oral and the sheer thrills of our adventures under the delightfully adolescent ‘WWE’ sheets of his bottom bunk had been enough to satisfy our teenage urges. Until now.
My phone buzzed. It was Him, with the message I’d been anticipating all day. His train had arrived in Manchester and he was letting me know he was on his way. It was January 31st and after months of planning it was decided we would use the new year as our opportunity to finally make love and take our relationship to the next level. The plan had been carefully constructed and in my hand i held his last letter which had not left my handbag since it was received, for two reasons. It was far too naughty to risk leaving it at home where my mother would surely find it, and i loved carrying it round in my bag. The fact i could take it out and read it wherever, whenever was too delicious and therefore prevented me from stashing it neatly away amongst the rest. I calculated he would be here in about 40 minutes time and not wanting to waste the opportunity i unfolded the creased note and began to read it…
As I read it i back onto my bed. I pore over each and every word imagining what tonight holds, hoping we will act out the scenario on the page in front of me. I close my eyes and slide my hand up my skirt, and continue to trace the outline of my silk thong with my fingers. Then, slipping them underneath the material i feel my already swollen and sensitive clitoris. God it feels good. I begin to feel flushed within seconds and i lie there, thinking of Him. Imagining having sex for the very first time, remembering how rock hard his dick was when we last saw each other. How much i wanted him now. As i circle my finger across and down to my opening i realise it is soaking wet. I use the wetness on my clit and begin to rub, slowly at first then faster and harder. Starting to feel completely powerless, i know i am on the brink of coming. I enjoy the moment, and know this is probably the last time I do this as a virgin. Gripping onto the sheets with my spare hand, I stifle my moans as the orgasm rushes through my body. I’m just starting to recover when i am interrupted by another beep coming from my phone. ‘I’m outside’. Shit he was fast- looking at my watch I’m proven wrong when i notice it was 50 minutes since his last text. Trying to hide the enormous wet patch on the sheet i pull my quilt over the top and hope it goes unnoticed. I run down the stairs and straighten up my hair, looking out of the window I see Him there. Looking fantastic in his full uniform, I’d seen pictures of him in his kit but in the flesh I could see why so many women like a man in uniform. My hands were shaking as i unlocked the door, we had spoken about this moment so much. He throws his bag on the floor and walks confidently towards me, our eyes lock. I feel a tingle as he takes me in his arms and kisses me, so passionately hard and meaningful. He slides his hand up my top, and takes a firm hold of my breast, we stop for a moment, knowing this isn’t in the plan, but that no longer matters. He continues to caress my breast with his right hand whilst moving the left to my lower back, with the strength of one hand he pulls my waist towards him and whispers ‘I’ve missed you’ into my ear. Without verbally responding i pull away teasingly to close the door, can’t leave it open now can i? walking over to him I shoot him my best smouldering look of knowing. I walk past him and after a brief pause he recognises my invitation. I feel excited as i lead him up the stairs. As we enter my room I feel the first pangs of nervousness. We sit on the bed for a few minutes gently touching each other and kissing, i unbutton his military trousers and smile as his cock spills out. Gently sucking the tip and tonguing the head i take his shaft deep into my mouth, sucking gently and delicately, as to not rush. It tastes good, and is warm and smooth. He moans with pleasure and i am careful not to break eye contact with him, if he enjoys it I will see it in his eyes and that turns me on more than anything, knowing i am satisfying him. His eyes tell me to suck harder and faster and as i do so ,i can feel his cock pulsing in my mouth. Fuck it. I cant be arsed sticking to the plan anymore, I want more, now. I begin to deep throat his hard cock. He pushes me away suddenly and almost violently, still tasting his pre come, i straddle him and our lips lock again in yet more passionate kissing. I was even more excited by the thought of him tasting himself. My skirt has ridden up and still wearing my silk thong we grind our hips together. I can feel his cock pushing up against me with just a thin layer of pure silk from stopping it penetrating me. I allow it to rub against my clit through the material. I remove my top and he immediately grabs both of my breasts through my bra. fuck that too. Off it comes. I know he loves my tits, he takes my nipple into his mouth whilst i continue to grind against his dick. After a few more minutes we both know if it goes any further this will be it, and this is not what we had discussed, but damn it feels so good. I choose to ignore my head and as i did so, i felt his fingers on my pussy. slamming myself down on them shocked us both but then again, i am a naughty girl! Before we knew it he had 3 inside and his thumb rubbing my clitoris, i was practically fucking him except instead of his cock it was his hand doing the work. This was stupid, ‘We may as well just do it, don’t you think?’ I said as i could tell he wanted to as well. I got up to remove my underwear when i heard movement downstairs. Shit, it was my mother coming in from work, i had forgotten she was finishing early. I frantically re-dressed, she was halfway up the stairs now, i knew she must have walked past his telltale discarded bag in the front room, fuck. We had never been caught and I wasn’t going to get caught now. Reaching for the door handle I looked back at him and smiled ‘tonight it is then…’

Happy 'belated' Valentines Day!
So this describes me in 4 ways 1- i like my breasts, 2- i like pink lingerie 3- there is something in that locket of great importance to me hence it being close to my heart, and 4-i am slighty camera shy. Took me ages to pluck up the courage for a few shots (all taken by myself) x

And she is my alter ego. My AKA. My other personality. What you are about to read is strictly non fiction and is not for the faint of heart, the closed of mind or indeed the squeamish. Did you pass the test? If so, carry on. If not please enter ‘pink fluffy bunnies’ into your search bar, and you may well be more in your league. Formalities over, I’d like to start. My experiences are set over the course of a five year period, and in no particular order they are divided into a series of shorter stories, for your reading pleasure.