Finding Me his POV

Massive Attack, Tear Drops

I listened to this song on repeat the whole time I was writing

I wake in the overly large bed. A thin cotton sheet draped over my body. Sweat dripping from my forehead and torso.  My breathing is heavy.

“Christ what was that about?” I scrunch my eyes shut trying to remember what was happening.  A dream, a vivid dream.

I swing my legs off the bed to the floor, wiggling my toes in the plush carpet.  I reach down and grab my jersey trunks off the floor, put them on 

and head to the door of my room.  I open it and head out in to the suite.  The room is dimly lit; I make way through the furniture and head over to the mini bar, open the door and grab a bottle of water. I open it while casually walking over to the window.  I take a long dreft of water and gaze out over the city. The London Eye is shining blue in the night sky a large azure orb inviting people in.  The Houses of Parliament are up lit and Big Ben say’s its 3:30am.  I open the window, the early morning chill catches my breath; I inhale deeply closing my eyes trying to settle myself.  Why can’t I remember what I was dreaming about? It felt so real, majestically real.  Like my life was in full beautiful Technicolor and she was with me, with me by my side, beautiful, strong, dependable.  Everything I ever wanted, walking with me every step of the way through my crazy life.

I chill and close the window; I rest on the back of the chair facing the window, drinking my water. I glance over to the room where she’s sleeping.  Wonder if she’s locked the door?

She is so challenging and funny.  The evening went well I think, but this afternoon was amazing, I could fuck her all day.  The months of email sparing, and long phone calls were worth every minute.  This life style is as new to me, as is it to her.  I never thought that exerting ones will on to another could be such a turn on.

I casually walk over to the door that keeps me away from her.  I shakily place my hand on the handle and push it down. The “CLICK” of the door is deafening in the still of the night.  I carefully push the door open and peer my head in the room.  My breath catches, the moonlight is creeping in through the gap in the curtains and the silver light caresses her body wrapped in just a white cotton sheet.  I tentatively walk towards the bed.  She’s lying on her back one arm above her head the other draped across her stomach.  Her soft pink lips are slightly parted; her hair delicately covers the one side of her porcelain face.  Fuck she look so beautiful.  I take another step closer.  I hear a low moan escape her and a slight smile touches her lips.

What are dreaming about I say in my head who are you dreaming about. I wonder for a moment if it is me.  Should I care if it is me? That thought settles unsteady on my chest.  She moans again; this time she moves her legs, the hand on her stomach moves down towards her hip.  I want to touch that hip; slide my fingers across her soft warm skin, bury myself deep inside her.  I feel my cock twitch.  I can’t do this, this is not what I do.  Why can’t I! I’m the one who is supposed to be in charge, taking what I want when I want.

Her breathing escalates, I watch her in sleep, dreaming.  I feel myself harden.  I drop my boxers and step out of them.  I take myself in my hand, slowly moving my along my length.  I stand next to the bed, watching her hand move closer to the apex of the thigh, her legs widen slightly; fuck this is turning me on.. I stroke myself from base to tip wishing it was her.   She moans again and rolls on to her side away from me.  The sheet slips slightly showing the dip of her beautiful ass.

I ease myself onto the bed and cautiously lay behind her, pressing my torso against her warm back. I lay my arm across her chest and begin to slightly teas her already erect nipple between my fingers.  She arches her back into me, pushing those large ample breast into my hungry hand.  I glide my hand down her body, reaching her hip.  Slowly I move round to her pubic hair and caress it softly before I slip a finger down to her clit.  My cock is so hard, pushing against her ass.  I want to bury myself inside her; hard and fast.  To fuck her; to get it over with, but I can’t, I want her, need her. I want to worship this woman.

I push my hips into her; a soft moan escapes her soft pink lips.  My fingers caress each curve, the roundness of her breast, the small roundness of her stomach, the dip at her waist that amplifies her hip, the fullness of her ass cheek.

She moves slightly; she’s awake!

Her hand moves across her stomach and lays on my hip, she waves her body against me, nothing is said. I continue to stoke her delicate area and she parts her legs.  I feel her arousal immediately, Fuck she’s soaked. I smile into her hair and take a deep breath.  I take my time fucking her clit with my fingers.  She raises her leg and hooks it over my hip opening herself more to me. She arches her back pushing her dripping pussy into my hand.  I push two fingers in to her swollen cleft; I feel her tense against me.  She moves her hand down her back to find my cock.  She tentatively glides her hand along my length, then smooth’s her thumb over my throbbing head and glides her hand back to the base, repeating this torturous action over and over again. My breath quickens I need to be inside her I can’t control the feeling that is sweeping over me.  Her leg is still draped over my hip my front pressed against her back. I move her hand away from me, I take hold of myself, holding my cock at her opening, I smack my length against her clit, them continue to slide my fingers in and out of her. She cries out loudly.  Her breath quickens and I remove my fingers I can feel her disappointment as she bows her head to her chest.

“Oh Please…. Please I need you,” she breathes

“What do you want?”

“You” she breathes.

That’s all it takes I push myself into her, she opens her legs wider to try and take more of me, it’s such a turn on that she wants me, that she can’t get enough of me. I tease her bud and she cries out.

“Oh fuck …Please,” she begs

I withdraw from her and without asking I flip her onto her front.  Without a spoken word she raise her fabulous round ass in the air and rest her weight on her elbows.  I grab her derrière with both hand and begin to caress the tight puckered skin around her ass. I move my fingers forward capturing her slickness, then I being to massage her arousal around the tight opening as she pushes back into me.

“Please… Oh please I’m begging you… fuck me” that’s my undoing I thrust my rigid cock into her, so hard I almost push her down on the bed.  She screams out in ecstasy .  I find a hard punishing rhythm my heavy balls slapping against her swollen clit.  She pushes back onto me again and I can feel the head of her, the sound that resonates from her is fucking awesome. I push harder and faster then I lick my finger and begin to play with the puckered skin of the ass.  She doesn’t stop me, the sounds she makes encourages me more. I slowly and carefully push my finger into her tight opening. I feel her tense around me, then pushes her ass back to me.

“Oh Fuck… Yes...” she screams.  I can feel myself building; I slam my cock into her again and again my finger slowly embracing her ass.  I move my arm to hug her waist, I pull her closer towards me, my fingers find her clit I’m everywhere, I’m all over this woman and she wants it just as much as do. I feel her body begin to tense.

“Ohh… I’m gonna come… Oh god this is amazing” I continue my merciful assault on her, I feel the squeeze around my cock and she lets go, I feel my own release and slam into her harder Shit this is intense. Her back arches, her head falls forward and lands on the pillow she buries her face in the soft cushion and lets out a loud ecstatic moan, her breath is fast and erratic, and I follow her. I groan the feeling is too much “Oh Fuck” I cry out.  My orgasm rips through me.  I pulse again and again filling her everything I've got.

My arms are trembling, legs weak and I’m gasping for breath.  I fall on top of her, she’s spent lying with her head cocked to one side trying to gain some control. I lovingly kiss her shoulders and neck while making my way down her spine. A low hum emanates from her appreciatingly. I lay down next to her; she crosses her arms and lays her head on them still on her front. She looks amazing, a glow is radiating from her, her eyes shining in the silver light of the moon. Then we make eye contact for the first time since I crept into her room. My heart slams into my chest and my breath catches I see a feeling in her eyes but I can’t figure what it is, however it warms me, making me feel content for the first time in a very long time.

“That was the best dream I've ever had” she smiles sweetly at me “Thank you” she sighs deeply and I watch her as she drifts off into sleep.

I Need You

I feel obsessed, I just can’t get enough I sit and wait for your call, you said you would call. You promised.

Do you feel the same, we've known each other for such a short time, that it shouldn't feel like this. Needy, desperate. I need to know you’re OK. It’s an obsession, an unhealthy obsession.

I lay awake hoping you call; I need to hear your voice.  Soft and deep, carrying me away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life, catapulting me in to a world of fantasy.

Your Hazel eyes, searching deeply inside me, hunting down the girl that hides, the girl that needs to be free, free from judgment. Please find me.

 I need you.

It will be back!!

After having the time to re-read Finding Me, His POV, I have decided to take it down for a couple of hours and have a
 re-write.  
The comments I have received have been very honest, complimentary and have pointed me in the right direction, also they have highlighted a few mistakes.
I am in the process of revising it.
I promise it will be back later.
Much love 
Ebs x

Totaly amazing

I would never really class my self as a writer.
However looking at all views I've had on the blog  I feel privileged that so many have taken the time to read it and even commented in one way or another.
Every thing that I have posted is not edited it's all rough straight from my head. I know the grammar may be out and the punctuation off in some way, but I'm looking at having it read and edited.
So thank you all so much you have know idea how happy I am.
Hopefully I'll be posting more to Finding me very soon.

Lot's of Love
Ebs xx

Finding me Pt2

It's taken a while. But it seems the words are flowing again. So this is the start of the Pt2, Just to wet you whistle.
Ebs x




We’re stood in the lift, descending to the reception area. I stare in to infinity; glowing on the inside that this beautiful man wants to spend an evening with me. I’m nothing special a typical trophy wife one who knows how to entertain and to be entertained.  Being a woman who stands by her man even though he doesn’t see her any more.  The girl he fell in love with left a long time ago and has been taken over by Dinner Parties, Charity Functions and Sunday Brunches.

I loved to dance. In fact I still do I’m only forty three of fuck sake, not Ninety three. I want to feel lost in the beat, the rhythm, feel totally possessed (may be in all things) I glance at my refection and He’s looking at me.

“How do you feel?” He asks with a delicate tone as if speaking with a child

“I’m Good, Really good.” I smile at Him, hoping that lightens the atmosphere that has taken over the small confined space of the lift.  He reaches for my hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. An action I was not and did not expect from him. Inwardly I smile feeling like a teenager again walking out of her front door to the boy who’s collecting her for prom.

As the lift arrives to the ground floor He looks at me, “just remember “Crimson” ok, as soon as it gets too much. All you need to say is “crimson” ok.” his gaze is heavy with a hint of concern.

“I will” I give him a slight smile and gentle nod just as the lift sounds our arrival. As we step out into the reception area, He offers me his arm and I gracefully take it as He leads me to the main entrance.

We step out into the chill of the evening air. It shouldn’t be cold, although it is late August and fall is certainly in the air. A car is labouring by the curb and He guides me; as we approach a man with a pristine dark suit and dark tie. As we draw near to the car, I notice its exclusivity. The driver casually opens the door for us and places his first two fingers to the tip of his cap.

“Evening Mam, Sir” He gives the driver a slight nod and we gracefully take a seat in the exquisite upholstery.

“I have decided that for the remainder of the evening you may talk with me freely.  However, you cannot question what I do to you.  We are two adults going out for dinner and I would most graciously appreciate your company.” He looks over to me the light from the frontage of the hotel only illuminating the one side of his beautiful face.

“I would really like that” I reply coyly.  The car is magnificent. A Bentley Flying Spur. All Six litre, V12 of her. Taupe grey interior with the Bentley wings elegantly embroidered in each headrest.  I give myself over to the elegance of it all.  I know I have money, I know I’ll never want for anything.  However, right here, right know, I feel valued, wanted and important. Someone wants to spend time with me.  Find out who I am and what I want. I will do anything to feel this significant.

We both sat quietly during our journey.  We arrived at a beautiful stone building.  It had the accents of a castle. Grey stone work, large wooden arch like doors that seem to intimidate.  Small widows lit by candles. The atmosphere was intriguing.  Calm on the outside with a subtle under current of lasciviousness.   The driver opened the door; He got out first and offered his hand for me to follow. I placed my hand zealously in his. I settled my arm in the crook of his and He guided me in to the building.  It was nothing that I had imagined. Huge large chandeliers hung from the ceiling, large church candles on pedestals were strategically placed along the corridor towards a desk that stood lonely in the center. A woman dressed in an elegant full black dress acknowledged us.

“Good evening, Stacey Will show you to your table and will be your attendant all night” A slim woman; I would put her at the same age as the receptionist appeared from a dark corner.

“Good evening Please follow me” her voice was light and welcoming.  We followed the slight blonde through an archway at the far end of the corridor. She twisted the knob on the door and pushed it open letting us go first.  Of course, He went before me, as we both could not fit through the door together. He waited in the other side of the threshold for me join his side.  Our attendant stepped in front to show us to our table. He graciously pulled out my chair as I began to sit He took my hand and kissed the back softly, it sent an electric pulse all the way down my exposed back. Has He helped to push my chair in his fingers brushed the back of my neck and glided down my left shoulder.

The room was as I expected, Divine. Soft lighting, heavy velvet drapes covered the arched windows; dark wood encased the lower half of the walls.  The table wear was plain, Ivory tablecloths, Ivory napkins, that were simply rolled and tided with a ribbon in deep red to match the curtains. I glanced around the room and took note that there was only around five other tables, all laid for two. However, at this time we were the only ones in the small dining room.  Strangely, even though the other tables were vacant, we had been sat on a table in the middle.

“This is a beautiful place” Look up at him through my lashes, I feel like a teenager on a first date. I shouldn't feel conscious this man has done all manner of things to me in the last six hours and yet I still feel…. Umm overwhelmed maybe, it’s so hard trying to explain how you’re feeling when you have no idea what the feelings are.

“Yes it is. I haven’t been here in a while so the menu may have changed. However if the Lamb is on the menu I would recommend it."

“Is that a request; that you would like me to order the lamb, or am I free to choose?” I say with a little more conviction than I feel.

He takes a deep breath “I know I said that you could speak freely however if you think your smart remarks will not go unnoticed, you are very much mistaken. As I said it is a recommendation, you are free to order whatever you like.” His tone is low and I feel the deepness of his voice vibrate in my chest.  I slightly dip my head to one side to acknowledge his comment.

I gaze at the menu and realize that I am starving.  I snap my eyes up to his.  His gaze gives nothing away.  The treasure that I am secretly hiding hums deep inside me

Finally

Finally after nearly a month of a dry spell the words are flowing. Hope to have something real soon.
Ebs x

Apologies

I know it's been a while and I have not been forth coming with my next installment.

It's on it's way I promise. All I can say is that I hit the wall and lost my mojo.

But I'm coming back stronger than a powered up pac-man.

So keep watching this space.

Love you all Lot's 

Ebs xx

Finding Me

This is just a teaser of something that I'm working on.

I stand in the elegant Monet Personality Suite of the Savoy Hotel, gazing at myself in the vast full-length mirror. I’m wearing a black lace bra and matching thong the material is so soft and delicate an identical suspender belt sit’s on my hips which clasps the lace tops of the gossamer nude stockings. My long brown hair is down and styled in large lose curls and my make-up is flawlessly perfect, thanks to the beautiful Bridgette, whom he called to pamper me. I feel exquisite, alluring even. I feel precious; this divine man has shown me nothing but admiration, a new way to express myself.  I feel a spark deep with me ignite and I feel that finally I will never be afraid again.

I continue to gaze at myself.  Should I feel different, guilty maybe? I should, I know I should but I don’t. I’ve lied, been deceitful and to top it all off. I’ve just had the most amazing sexual experience of my life, and all without my husband.

I feel his presence behind me a spark of electricity crackles through my body and if you close your eyes and listen very carefully, it sounds like a streak of lightening illuminating the stormy sky. I feel his warm seductive breath on the nape of my neck.

“Don’t turn around” He whispers in my ear. I feel a tingle tickle its way down my back as his nose softly brushes my ear “I have something for you.  Slightly spread your legs” his voice is soft like velvet yet his tone is strong and authoritative.  I bid as I am told and slowly open my legs.  He doesn’t touch me, but deftly slinks down behind me. He places his hands on my warm ass and gently begins to massage my tender skin. Slowly achingly slowly, he moves his generous fingers firstly down my right thigh, moving his way to the crease of my knee and places a indulgent kiss on my sensitive skin. Then continues to glide down my leg. Then seamlessly repeats the process on my left leg. “You have beautiful legs” he breaths.   His hushed voice twisting deep in my psyche, how can just a voice turn you on?

I feel his finger at the top of my thong and he pulls it away from my skin.  I feel a delicious pull as the fine fabric becomes taught around my swollen bud. I gasp with pleasure. He tugs the lace again, the friction is intoxicating.

“Like I said I have a small gift for you. You will wear it while we are at dinner. Do you understand?”

“Yes” I breathe.  I feel his slick fingers begin to tease me. He move the delicate fabric tone side then seductively he inserts one long square finger inside me then another, I savor his welcoming touch as he teases me.  My breath becomes deep and in the darkest pit of my sole I feel a pull of excitement. I feel my slick arousal as he spreads it around my aching entrance.

I feel something push against me and he slowly inserts and object into my ever ready opening.

“This is a vibrating bullet, which I have control over. You will keep this in for the evening.”

“What do you mean you have control?” I ask meekly. I know I should not be asking questions however, my curiosity is piqued. And as if on cue I feel a sharp stinging pain across my tender behind the crack echoes around the large room I bite my tongue as not to cry out.

“You do not question me, you do as I say. No questions asked” His voice is menacingly soft and I feel a pleasing sensation ripple through me. I feel the sensation of the bullet it’s weighty and slightly cold. Wow, this is erotic. “You will not remove this, you will absorb the pleasure and if you behave you will be rewarded do you understand?”

“Yes” My voice giving me away. He obviously presses one of the buttons on the remote as my hidden treasure sends delicious waves of ecstasy through me. Then the sensation becomes more, pulsing, faster, the intensity grows and I feel myself wanting to moan in pleasure this is hedonistic then it stops instantly. This is beyond anything I have ever experienced.  This is hot, no way beyond hot this is thermonuclear. I’m aching, I clench the muscles around the bullet for some welcome friction. Oh no please don’t stop it I want a release I mew in my head.

“I will have total control” he starts it again this time I cannot control my cry.

“Arrgghh” I moan quietly

“You will be quiet” then slaps my ass again.

“Yes I understand” fuck me this is out of this world, me a twin set, pearl tooting house wife, surely this cannot be legal.

“Stand up straight” he orders.  I bring my legs back together. As I move I can feel the pull on the bullet, it feel’s alien, constantly pushing down, a sense of continual fullness. “you may turn around and look at me now” His hair is still slightly damp from his shower and looks almost black, his azure blue eyes gleaming with desire, he rakes them over my body. I feel strangely self-conscious just stood in my underwear, underwear that he has brought me, but also adored.

“I think I would like to Dress you now. Come with me.” I follow him into the vast bedroom of the Suite. He gracefully walks over to the wardrobe and pulls out a black dress bag with “Jovani” discretely written on it “I hope you like it?” his tone is one I have not heard before, apprehension may be. He casually glides the zip down the long sleek carrier places his hand inside and carefully lifts out the dress.

 I’m stunned.

Short Story

Hi all,
Well the book thing hasn't gone to well of late so I have been writing a few short stories. Just going to have a read through and will pop them up later. 
Hope you all have a great day 
Love you lots
Ebs x

Evening

Hi all, Sorry that I haven't posted anything lately,  I have been working on my book.  Hopefully I'll have a few more teasers in a couple of days. 
Thank you all for stopping by and taking the time to read and share my blog.
Have fun everyone.
Lots of love 
Ebs x