My secret lovers

Happy New Year to you all

2012-01-15T13:00:00.002Z

It's been an amazing New Year so far for me. I had a wonderful evening at the theatre where I finally got to see Katherine Jenkins live. She was out of this world apart from a few tears at the beginning (she had just split up from her long term partner) she was able to carry on and give a great performance. My poor dog is getting fed up of the gruelling six miles I walk him most days, I now have to drag him out the house rather than him dragging me.

I had a great swim at the gym this morning beating my son by ten lengths so feeling very refreshed haha! Time for a Starbucks I think!

Luv Tara xx

Merry Christmas Everyone!

2011-12-23T23:29:00.002Z

It's that time of the year again so I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas and a fantastic year ahead.

Thank you for the wonderful gifts especially to (SW) for the ipad2 (still lost for words)

I look forward to meeting you all next year!

Luv Tara xx

This week

2011-11-26T15:29:00.001Z

My new favourite cologne is pomegranate noir by Jo Malone. Sorry just had to tell you all that :-) Even though I love all her products this one has to be the best by far.

So, it's been a busy week for me, apart from work which we all (some of us anyway) have to do to pay for those who just can't be arsed to work! I had a lovely evening at the theatre where I saw "The barber of Seville" which was great fun and highly recommended.

Time now to write out all the Christmas cards while I'm in the mood, may even put the Christmas tree up!

Kill a cold

2011-10-10T22:12:00.002+01:00

So it's that time of the year for the much appreciated (not!) cold.

BUT I have found a cure (honest!) "First Defence" is a micro nasal gel which targets those cold germs in the nasal cavity. Make sure you start using it as soon as you feel a cold coming on though. So it's not everyone's cup of tea shoving a gel like substance up their nose but trust me it does work! This now takes pride of place next to the lippy in my handbag :-)

The girlfriend

2011-09-19T10:18:00.002+01:00

So my son has finally admitted to having a girlfriend which he would like me to meet. Great! He's not gay after all.

A quick run down of my son: Intelligent, well educated, 5'10, caramel complexion, a body to die for,(including six pack) a gym freak (spending up to five hours a day in the gym) a mauy tai fighter (that's kick boxing to you and me)

So the girlfriend walks in...Oh my Lord!

She's about 5'3, plump, long blonde fake hair extensions, fake eyelashes and make up that could only have been applied with a trowel.

So what did you think mum?

Choosing my words carefully as always ;-)

Shes short, fat and has the face of a geisha girl!

So now he's not talking to me and I don't know why?

photos

2011-09-12T13:41:00.002+01:00

I have had a few requests to replace the black and white images for more colouful ones and as I always do what I'm told (not) this has now been done. There are some old favourites which were also requested (the bathrobe pic for LDS) so hopefully you will all be pleased by what little you can see :-) There will be more new photos to follow shortly.

Love to you all and stay safe on this windy day!

Tara xx

The weather

2011-09-08T14:43:00.003+01:00

I know I've been working hard but did I miss the Summer?

I'm Back

2011-07-29T22:09:00.003+01:00

Hello everyone.

I can't believe it's over a year since I posted on my blog. I did retire for a while as I had lots of things going on in my life but I'm so happy to be back and looking forward to meeting up with some old faces and new ones!

I hope you have all been misbehaving yourselves whist I've been away ;-)

Luv Tara xxx

The Wooden Bowl

2009-07-09T11:07:00.002+01:00

I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year-old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth. The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. 'We must do something about father,' said the son. 'I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.' So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.
Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food. The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, 'What are you making?' Just as sweetly, the boy responded, 'Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up. ' The four-year-old smiled and went back to work. The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.
That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.

2008-12-01T20:32:00.000Z

People are set up to fail if they envision what they want to do, before they figure out what kind of person they should be... A true champion is KIND and CONSIDERATE... Practice being nice over the holidays... Smile, Be polite, Eat well, Sleep well...Merry Christmas xx

My Gallery

2008-03-16T23:12:00.002Z

Whilst sitting in Starbucks on Friday enjoying a coffee with my son, I was approached by a middle aged gentleman. "Hi Tara, I would just like to say you look far prettier in the flesh than the photos on your website" My reaction was to just stare at him at which point he realised I was sat next to someone, he apologised and ran for the door.

My son now obviously quesioned me and I said he must have me confused with someone else.

Why oh why does any man feel the need to approach me when I'm "off duty" How would you feel if I came running up to you when your sat there with your wife? Oh Hi darling, thanks for a lovely session the other day, you were great!... Doh!

I have now removed my gallery until further notice and the chances are I won't put it back up. This is a shame as it spoils it for potential clients and those who just like looking at my photos.

Please guys if you recognise any girls in the sex industry don't approach them unless they have said this is okay.

Reviews

2008-03-10T14:32:00.002Z

It's always nice when someone takes the time to write a review about you, and my latest review can be seen here

And a Merry Christmas from me

2007-12-27T21:47:00.000Z

Sorry, should have posted this sooner but I am a woman and we have lots to do pre Christmas day like our hair, nails and fitting the presents into all that :o)

It has been a great year for me and I've had many laughs along the way. I hope those who have seen me have had an enjoyable time in my company, I know I have...

Wishing you all a great Christmas and New Year.

Looking forward to 2008 woohoo!

Lots of luv and hugs

Tara xx

Mal Maison - Oxford

2007-11-30T11:10:00.000Z

I'm back from France and feeling on top of the world having been given the all clear following a breast lump scare. Not really a topic for an escort blog but those of you that have supported me throughout this nightmare I'm sure are pleased to hear the outcome. So the smile has now returned along with the wicked sense of humour ;-)

Finally we have a decent hotel in Oxford. The new Mal Maison was once the old Oxford prison. So here's your chance to spend the night in a cell. Each room comprises of three cells complete with plasma tv and a mini bar. If only I had known years ago that's how a prison cell was kitted out I would have commited many a crime to get myself in there. :-)

What a crap year

2007-11-20T13:27:00.000Z

Hi everyone and my deepest apologies for the delay in my posts. I know so many of you look forward to my wit and charm...Okay so you don't but as it's been such a crap year just pretend....Please!

For those of you out there that suffer from S.A.D or maybe just having a bad year I have now build a nice little cave which is nicely padded, comes equipped with a bottomless mini bar, a huge circular bed and plasma tv. Mobiles phones and partners are not permitted...Yes, you've guessed I'm finally cracking up.

Christmas is here again and I'm being asked what I would like from my lovely regular clientele... So in no particular order ;-)

Red Ferrari, Anything Tiffany's, Jimmy Choo shoes...Okay a girl can dream.

Back to reality - La Perla body lotion (smells so sexy) Anything Jo Malone (also smells very sexy) Anything Victoria Secrets as I love it all.

That's it really, you could surprise me of course.

On a more serious note I have been laying low for a while due to some "not so nice people" trying to blackmail me. It saddens me when all I want is to give you all a little pleasure in your lives and in return have some fun myself. But not to worry the matter has been sorted out and I am back being my normal wacky self again.

Okay, time to sign off as I'm off to France in the morning for a few days of sun, champagne and lobster. On my return I will be telling you all about my night in the cells, intrigued??

Hypnotists

2007-05-15T12:31:00.000+01:00

I've always wondered if these people really can cure you. Having had a terrible fear of flying I though it time to put one to the test. I always imagined you would be lay there with a watch swinging in front of you but I was wrong. After a lenghty discussion I was asked my likes and dislikes. I was so close to saying Oh! I like owo, doggy style, swinging from the chanderlier(!) I'm not sure how he would have taken that lol.

So there I am laying on this couch and I can only describe the feeling as waking up on a Saturday morning and thinking hmmmm no work today.

To cut a long story short after just one session I was cured of my fear and have now flown eight times with not a care in the world. Anyone out there with a similar fear please feel free to contact me and I will pass on his details. If he can cure me he can cure anyone.

To prove he cured me I have attached a photo of myself and a girlfriend in Izola France on a sking trip.

Why I never went to see this guy sooner I'll never know!!

I slept with my mothers idol

2006-08-22T13:11:00.000+01:00

Just the mention of his name and my mother would go gooey eyed. Over the years she's spent a fortune going to his concerts in the hope she may get to meet him but to no avail.
Yet here I am stood before him in a hotel bedroom, my head spinning I blurt out something along the lines of "my mother loves you" followed by a girlish giggle. Did he really want to hear that I thought as he passed me a glass of champagne. I couldn't help notice his hands shaking, do I make you nervous? followed by another girlish giggle. Very much so was his reply. I found this very confusing, here is a man that performs in front of thousands yet alone in a room with me he was shaking in his boots.
I am so pleased that I am paid for my discretion, time and companionship as there is no way on Gods earth my mother(or anyone else) would have believed me, and would I ever want to tell her?
As I left he kindly gave me a autographed photo for mum which she proudly has on her mantle. How I came about that photo is a different story as far as mother is concerned :o)

Would I ever kiss and tell like a few girls have done? NEVER! That's one secret night of passion I will take to my grave with me.

The morning after

2006-07-12T10:55:00.000+01:00

As my eyes opened this morning I lay there for a few minutes waiting for the explosion. Surprisingly enough my head was clear and my stomach was not doing the highland fling.

For someone that had just spent the night supping Bollinger Grande Annee 1999 Vintage Rose and doing amazing things with her tongue in the chocolate fountain (there's nothing more erotic than watching a grown woman having white chocolate dripping from her chin! So I was told :o) this was the perfect end to my birthday bash.

The best gift of all was sitting there with my entire family present. Brothers flying in from Sydney and Thailand, my godfather from Peru. Even my 91 year old grandmother made an appearance and although in the first stages of alzheimers and on three occasions asked who I was it was wonderful to see a woman of her age dancing the night away.

So, a year older and wiser and despite my illness in February still as mad as mad can be.

Thank you to all those who sent flowers and gifts, they were all greatly appreciated!
And thank you to my family for such a wonderful surprise party!

Exchanging my time for goods

2006-07-06T13:18:00.000+01:00

Does it always have to be about money? To a lot of girls it does as thats one of the main reasons they escort. As for me I'm pretty solvent so I'm always open to hearing what you have to offer in exchange.
I'd never thought about it before until I was approached by a very nice gentleman who ran his own business and with the wife being the bookkeeper found it hard to take money from their account. So we resolved the issue by exchanging my time for a bathroom suite!
I now spend my lazy evenings laying in a beautiful corner jacuzzi bath. Okay, so I took a slight risk in giving him my home address but he took just as much a risk with his wife being a partner in the business lol.
I have also exchanged my time for a state of the art cooker, dishwasher, and a beautiful oil painting :o)
Why not she says!

I'm now after a new laptop :o)

Birthday treats

2006-07-06T13:04:00.000+01:00

With my birthday rapidly approaching (11th July) I have been asked by some regular sweethearts what I would like. So, me being me I have compiled a very short list. (I'm so easy to please) :o)

Chanel Coco Mademoiselle
Perfume, body cream, body lotion. I love them all!

Molton Brown
Relaxing yuan zhi bath and shower gel is just heaven

Of course you can never go wrong with flowers and chocci's.

See, told you I was easy to please :o)

Lost Love

2005-10-11T09:07:00.000+01:00

Don't ask me why I sit in silence
Disturbed by all the hopes of madness
Each minute my heart fills more with sadness
My soul, held captive by the grief

The days still linger slow and coarse
My weary stare now so distraught
Lost, alone within my thought
My heart, so full of remorse

His soul has now slowly perished
And ceases to love the love that pleased him then
No longer will he call me "my cherished"
He who once loved will never love me again

2005-08-25T22:07:00.000+01:00

With the darkness of the night closing in
She walks alone...
A wind chills her face...so cold
The city around her,alive...yet distant.
Head bowed ,weary with worries...
Thoughts of her son bring a warm smile to her face
Proud and strong
Not a wife just a mother
Living life, heading home.

A Glance

2005-07-24T18:09:00.000+01:00

It was in the café that I noticed you. You're with a group of friends, I'm with a friend I've been out shopping with. You look across at me just as I look across at you. Our eyes meet for a short moment, then we both look away. But soon after, you look back again - you feel a strange attraction, like you have sometimes with other women. And you saw a look in my eyes which maybe, just maybe, you think means I'm feeling the same. You're not experienced in these things so you're not sure. But maybe... And this time, when you look back at me, I don't look away... I hold your eyes and i smile. You blush, go red, and look down. But you feel a tingle of excitement...

So you wonder, if you look up again, will I still be watching you? and if I am, what should you do?Then a friend talks to you, so you have to look up - no, you're talking to your friend now, you smile, and you look sweet and relaxed - Yet you can't take my eyes off me ...And then, the usual angel and devil appear on either shoulder. And the angel says to you - "Elle, what are you doing? You are checking a lady twice your age?". And the devil says: "Wow, Elle! She's twice your age ... and she has smiled at YOU!" ...At that moment, I look your way again ... and you feel as if you have been caught stealing ... and my eyes seem questioning now ...

God, why do I have to be so undecided you think? Why does it always have to take me so long before doing what I’ve thought? I can't stay here forever, in a minute my friends will be going, what can I do?

You have no excuse to tell them “You go on, I’m staying a bit longer.” And you can’t come to me pretending to them you already know me.. what about my friend? And most of all, what about ME? How can you be sure what you think you've seen in your glances isn’t just in your mind?Maybe you go to the cashier pretending you need some change or something … better, you could pretend you need to check the telephone directory so you could scribble your cell-phone number. Well, if what you thought were true, maybe I'’ll come there too, and you can give it to me quickly. Yes, maybe you could do so …..

There's doubt in your eyes - a glance or two and already so much information! That's good... The doubt though, it could be two things at least, maybe more. You're so fresh and open, so innocent in your joy of life, so very young, young enough to be my daughter! It bothers me, and it must bother you surely. But it's not your youth that appeals to me, it's... well, it's simply you, regardless of age. The way you move, the way you laugh, the life in your eyes. I feel a tingle too, and tingles don't read the rules, they just tingle when... when things are right.This doubt of yours though, maybe it's not my age, even though you're so young, maybe it's because I'm a woman. If I was a man, a young, good looking Italian man, that would be okay, It's what you're supposed to do, it's allowed, to look up, look away, let the man know you're interested, but not easy, make him work, but let him know there might be a reward. Or maybe not... But a woman! And an older woman! This could be so very new to you, so different the rules are vague, the end result... who knows! Me, this lady at the other table, the older woman, remembers her own doubts, her own questions, which were not so long ago. And she thinks, how old is this girl: 18? 19? She's just discovering the world! Is it right to be attracted to another woman? What will her friends say? Will they notice? What if the other woman is just being friendly? What if your dark, hot thoughts, so secret you still try to hide them from yourself, would shock and horrify the older woman at that other table?And another doubt for the young Italian girl: she must think you're wise, experienced, all the things older people are to the young - not interested in someone new to the world like her! But you ARE interested! You love the unpolluted nature of youth, and of course the smooth, tight skin, the pert breasts, the energy... And this girl, the aura of wanting to know, the curiosity.Yes, I know what you're going through. But you don't know that I know! That's your doubt.I wait until you look at me again - I don't have to wait long - and this time I smile, a big, broad smile as friendly as I can, as understanding as I can.
Oh no! Just as you see me smile, your group of friends is about to go. They're standing up, laughing, packing bags, and of coure you're moving with them.Is this going to be it? Like so often, a brief encounter, a meeting of eyes, then days, weeks, even months of wondering, what if? Two ships passing in the night, flashing lights at each other then sailing on, never making contact again.No! This lovely girl is worth more than that, worth trying harder for. Hastily I pull a scrap of paper and a pen out of my bag and write a quick note, then I stand up and as you're just about to leave, facing away from me now, I tap you on the shoulder: "Excuse me, you just dropped this," I say with a smile as friendly as I can manage, and I hand you the piece of paper.You go red and you're flustered - I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you. But I had to do this. And your friends only look around briefly, they think nothing of this. I see you put the paper into your bag, and now I can only hope... "I'd like to buy you a coffee," I wrote. "I'll be here, each day for the next three days, at the same time. Tara x.

It's the third day I've had a small lunch in this restaurant or bar or whatever it is. It's not a bad place, friendly, characterful, but I'm not really looking. Most of my attention has been on the doorway, looking every few minutes - okay, maybe more than that - to see if that sparkling young girl has decided to return. But now I'm thinking I was wrong, she's not going to, and a part of me is relieved. What was I thinking of, I've never been as forward as that before, let alone wih such a young girl! It's just that... well, I thought I felt a special connection, and had to act on it, or I'm sure I'd have regretted doing nothing. I did something instead, and at least I tried."Hello!" I look up, startled, as a hand taps on my shoulder and she speaks! All that looking, then I missed her coming in! Oh my, she looks lovely! So feminine and warm, and that way of looking at me I remember so well. Gosh, I still haven't spoken, I'm flustered! "Hi, would you like to sit? A coffee? I, er, I hope you didn't mind my note, I just, well, I thought... I liked you, that's all, and..." How do you tell someone you've only just met they really turn you on? That you've been thinking about them each night, while you're alone, and hot...? Especially if they're another woman! Woman? A young girl!My composure is returning, but I think she was surprised I lost it! Hmm, there's a twinkle in her eyes, she's actually amused by it! I wonder if she'd be amused if she knew the effect she had on me? God she's lovely!And so we chat, talking about ourselves and each other, just small things, but important when you want to get to know someone. Neither of us mention how we got to be here together, not yet, but very quickly we're both surprisingly relaxed. Surprising because of our age difference, and because you're here after I passed you a note, a complete stranger!There are things I want to know: are you at college or do you work? What do you do? Do you have a boyfriend? (Or a girlfriend... but I don't ask that, not yet, don't push things Tara). Just talking though I can see you're sharp and witty, shy maybe but you seem comfortable with me very quickly. And my, are you looking me up and down?! You are, and a tingle goes through me, you're interested in my body! Oh, and I'm interested in yours, you're lovely, sexy, with appealing eyes, and I can see the shape of your body through your clothes. You've dressed well, just for our meeting perhaps?I steer the conversation back to boys again. It's a start, for probing your desires and fantasies maybe. So what are your thoughts on them? No boyfriend now, but what about in the past?You start to tell me more and more...Meanwhile, in the cafe, we're laughing together, and you almost don't notice that I move my chair closer to yours, until you realise my leg is brushing against yours uner the table. The feeling is electric for me......suddenly I realise you've stopped talking and you'e looking at me slightly oddly. I've been staring at you but not answering. "I'm sorry Elle," I say: "I was miles away, for a moment." Then I realise how rude this sounds, as if you're boring me! "Oh, it's not because I'm not interested! Quite the opposite, but... I'll have to tell you later. Please say that again."How can I tell you I was fantasising about undressing you...?

Sex with a stranger

2005-06-07T08:52:00.000+01:00

As you lay back in the bed, you start to wonder about this whole situation - what have you done?
He'd sort of backed you into a corner in his e-mails, by asking if you were really adventurous. You'd said yes, of course, you'd try anything - couldn't let him think you were boring, couldn't just say 'no!' And that's when he'd bet he could come up with something you wouldn't do. So you, stupidly, challenged him to that, said you'd definitely try anything, that there was nothing he could think of you wouldn't do... You'd added some conditions already, very wary by now: it mustn't be illegal, no one would get hurt, there'd only be you and him involved, and so on. And he simply said, no problem. Or rather, he wrote, no problem, because you were still only communicating by e-mail, through the website...

...and now, here you were, in a darkened hotel room, laying naked And you've never seen him before.

You've never spoken to him, only ever communicated by those e-mails! He was right: his challenge wasn't illegal, no-one would get hurt, there'd only be the two of you... But what a challenge! He had dared you to go to bed with a man who you'd never seen, whose voice you'd never heard, in the dark so you would STILL never see him while you were in bed together! Sex with a stranger, in the most literal, total sense. Then he'd leave again, and even afterwards you'd never know what he looked like, never hear him speak. Even though he'd made love to you, even though he'd had the full run of your body...

Your pride wouldn't let you back own, so you said yes. And now, thanks to your stupid, stubborn pride, there was no way out.

And yet, even right now, in the bed, in the dark, you're not even sure if you really want a way out! You're nervous of course, as you lay there, still and silent. Desperately nervous: what if he's hideous? What if he smells disgusting? What if he's 75 years old? What if he's 25 stone?

According to his profile, he's none of these - he sounds very sexy in fact - 6'4", handsome looking, athletic build, intelligent, well educated, blue eyes, blonde hair. But he might be lying... He said not (but then he would...), and to be fair, he's only seen one small picture of you. And you'll be able to tell some things in the dark, surely? Like how tall he really is, if he's fat or not - and if he's obviously lying, you can just get up and run, or shout or something. Can't you? How the hell do you explain the situation to anyone though?

The thing is, he said it would be an incredible buzz to have sex with someone who you wouldn't see, hadn't seen. Despite all your fears, you could see that. And he's right - it IS a buzz. THIS is a buzz!

You've not done anything remotely like this before, never even thought of anything like this before, and you can feel a tingle of anticipation, a concentration of heat between your legs, your mouth is dry, your nipples are already hardening gently, and it's not just because the bedsheet is rubbing against them. Yes, this is scary, terrifying even, and SO exhilarating too! Not so much fear of the unknown, but relishing it...

You're aroused, despite your dread of what might be coming. You slide your hand down the smooth skin of your stomach and start to probe, feeling yourself with your finger, gently playing with your lips, when suddenly you freeze, startled... ...there's a knocking on the door!

Three times then once, as you'd agreed in your mails. he's here!You're damp between your legs, but your mouth is dry as sandpaper. As the door opens, light from the corridor spills into the room, but the bed is around the corner and you can't see him. Then blackness closes in on you once more as he pushes the door gently shut.

He doesn't say a word. But you can hear the sound of him now, a rustling of material as he takes off his clothes. Then the pad of his feet... in YOUR direction towards the bed, cautious as he struggles with the darkness. Next, a silence for a long, tense moment, as you heart pounds noisily inside your chest.

What's he doing? You jump, startled, as you feel the sheets draped across you begin to move. He's found the bed covers, and he's pulling them back! Oh lord, he's getting onto the bed... You're shaking, quivering now.

The tensions unbearable... What HAVE you done?

2005-06-01T08:59:00.000+01:00

You can feel his weight next to you on the bed, but still he hasn't touched you! You're suddenly terribly conscious of your nakedness, which is complete now the cover has been slid back and discarded, and somehow enhanced by the darkness, not hidden by it. Usually you're perfectly comfortable with your own nudity, but now, in this bizarre situation, instead it's making you feel doubly vulnerable. Yet with this unknown man only inches away from you, surely about to touch you, every nerve in your body is tingling with an anticipation magnified a thousand times by something close to fear. You've become ultra-sensitive, and while it's nerve racking, it's also intensely erotic to have your senses so tensed and expectant.
What is he doing!? You can feel him moving slowly along the bed - he appears to be trying to make you out, to see exactly where you are, and as he does so you can just about see his silhouette. Presumably he can see yours... You realise now you can smell him, and it's rather good. There's an open, fresh aftershave, Acqua die Gio perhaps, which warms you to him for his style despite your mounting frustration at him for holding back for so long.
Oh please, make him touch you!! The tension is getting hard to bear, and another shudder runs down your spine - should you lay still or maybe reach up and grab him? Somehow, that doesn't seem right - he's in control here, you're not really sure what's going on, what's going to happen.
Now he's still, then he moves gently. You think he's getting even closer, although you're not sure. Where's he going to touch you first? On your face perhaps, or your stomach? Maybe your breasts, which you realise are heaving as you pant in shallow breaths with the adrenalin of the moment. There's a pause, then you shudder once again, this time with an absolutely electric jolt - he's touched you..! His tongue is brushing lightly against your right nipple, sending a waves of pent up pleasure coursing through your body!
As he gently rolls the hardened nipple around the end of his hot, moist tongue a second shock, this time of disbelief, runs through your mind. Have any two people, ever before, made their first real contact like this before?! Not speaking nor hearing one another, not seeing even, in pictures or for real. No holding hands nor arms around waists, but as the veryfirst contact, the delicate touch of the end of a tongue on a desperately aroused nipple!
It no longer matters what he's like, old or young, fat or thin, handsome or ugly, he's got you now! Whatever he wants he can have - you've never been so desperately, achingly aroused as this before, it's the perfect seduction, and not one grope or fondle to achieve it. And slowly, with calculated calm, he's building up the contact between you, firing the desire inside you to even greater heights. He's taken the whole of your nipple in his mouth now and is sucking, pulling, teasing with his teeth as first one hand then the other gently move to your breast to begin a slow, rolling massage of your soft and curving flesh.
Now his face is pushing into your skin as one hand slides with tantalising slowness across your chest, onto your other breast, to take the other nipple between two fingers. First he rolls it around, then slides the palm of his hand across the end of the nipple, all the while never letting the other out of his mouth. Your hand returns between your legs - you can't help yourself, you're aching like never before - and you push a finger inside yourself into what feels like a cascade of wetness just as he moves the rest of his body up against yours.
The feel of his skin, the heat from his body, are a relief from the emptiness which surrounded you before, and no longer able to keep still you roll up against him, feeling for the first time his hardness pushing into your thigh, where it pulses with his heartbeat.He's breathing more heavily now, moving faster, losing a little of his cool as you realise he's as magnificently aroused as you are, barely able to keep control with an ache every bit as deep as yours - he wants you so much it's hurting him, you can feel that, and it's driving you wild with passion!

2005-05-24T11:36:00.000+01:00

The mood has changed, quite suddenly. Now you're working together, both on equal terms - no longer is this unknown man in charge, in control of this bizarre, supremely erotic situation. The thought that you don't know who he is, what he looks like, has been relegated to the back of your mind, almost forgotten, as you both start frantically to pursue a raw, basic sexual satisfaction. You are two people, secluded by darkness and intimacy, both focused purely on sexual pleasure, your own and each other's. Nothing else matters.

He pulls your hand from between your legs and places it above your head, leaving your breasts feeling not exposed but more accessible, expectant, and ready, and clumsily now he buries his face in them once again, drinking on their softness, their heat, their smoothness and shape, flitting from one nipple to the other, nibbling on the flesh around them in a feast of desire which can't yet satisfy him.

His hand has slid down your body again, exploring your shape and contours on the way almost in a celebration of your feminine shape, until it comes to rest between your legs. You're so wet there now you feel a brief pang of embarrassment - he knows just how incredibly turned on you are! It's no longer a secret, and it feels like you've conceded something to him. But that's soon forgotten as you gasp, involuntarily, when two of his fingers push inside you, then begin sliding in and out in a rhythmic, deliberate motion. He curls his fingers to scrape against the front wall of your pussy, intensifying your desire so much you gasp again and curl your body slightly, almost as if the pleasures too much and you're trying to lessen the effect he's having.

Then another shudder of expectation passes through you as you feel him sliding his body down yours, his mouth pausing briefly as his lips pass over your belly button to teasingly run his tongue around it. He continues down, maneuvering himself until you can feel his head positioned between your legs, his arms beneath them and wrapped around you, his fingers playing lightly across your stomach. Tantalisingly his tongue first brushes against the inside of your left thigh, slowly drawing a circle before moving to the right, then sliding with agonising patience upwards, nearer the source of your pleasure. Briefly he lifts his mouth clear, then you gasp and feel your hands clench into fists as his tongue plunges inside you. The pleasures electrifying, unbelievable, as he drinks on your moisture, teasing and rubbing you. Gradually he withdraws his tongue, but it stays in contact with you as he runs it around your swollen lips, up and down each side. Then his hands move down and you feel him pulling your lips apart as frantically he buries his mouth between them, searching for then finding your clitoris, which he sucks and works at with his tongue and lips.

Who is this man, who knows so much what you want, what you need? What does he look like. You feel another shock as you realise once again he's a complete stranger - you haven't seen him, heard him speak, yet you're opening up the very heart of your sexuality to him. And it's glorious! Time after time he changes from pushing his mouth against your clitoris to penetrating you with his tongue, or caressing your hot, soaking lips with it, until your pleasure starts to overwhelm you. How long has he been doing this? Twenty minutes? Two hours? Time has lost its meaning as you've lost yourself in this fantasy world, until you feel the inexorable build up of a mighty orgasm welling within you. He feels it to, and now stays on your clitoris, even tugging at it with his teeth, rolling your flesh around his lips, tickling with his tongue. He brings his arms around and reaches up, burying his hands into the softness of your breasts, still with his head between your legs - for a second you think how tall he must be, to have arms long enough to do that - then once again you lose yourself in this cascade of pleasure. Then it happens: muscles deep inside you contract almost violently, you arch your back and huge waves of convulsive pleasure course through your body, over and over, as he forces his mouth hard against your writhing body, almost sucking the orgasm out of you, until finally, you relax back on the bed.

But you're far from satisfied. In fact, still you want this man so much it hurts! Now with more urgency, he shifts himself upwards again, your two heated bodies damp with sweat sliding sensuously against each other, until his face is level with yours. His mouth finds yours and you taste your own fluids on his tongue as it forces its way into your mouth, your desire taking control of you once more. You're reaching bursting point, this is no longer pleasure but torture, so you wrap you arms tightly around him and pull him further upwards. He responds in an instant - he can't hold back a moment longer - and shifts his weight until he's right on top of you, and starts to slide himself up until with another shock, even though you were expecting it, you feel his hard cock pushing up between your legs. He holds back again, just briefly, as if he wants to tease but now lacks the willpower, then because you're so wet slips easily and quickly inside you. A great sigh comes from him but you barely notice as you savour the relief of his manhood finally penetrating you.

It ought to feel like a violation - you can barely believe it now, but still you don't even know what he looks like, yet here he is, massively aroused as you are and penetrating you deeply! But it's more like a completion, as if something was missing until he eased himself into you, so heavy and overwhelming is your desire.

And now he's moving, rolling his hips, and you feel him thrusting into you, harder and faster. You rock your own hips in time to his deliberate, relentless motion, and as you feel your pleasure building like an all-consuming tidal wave you start to arch your back, as if trying to force him in further, harder. Then, at last, you feel your muscles inside you start to tense, expectant, as a great wash of pleasure fills your head, consumes your body. You cry out, not loud but with a desperate edge to your voice, just as he starts to lose his rhythm, to let his control slip as he becomes more frantic, more a slave to his instincts. And then, you shudder, feel your muscles in your stomach and between your legs tighten and relax, tighten and relax as your orgasm takes control of your being, flooding your senses - it's immense, unbelievable, gorgeous, shatteringly good, and as you writhe and spasm beneath this gorgeous, anonymous man you feel him twitching, his shudders matching yours, his hips driving into you then great quivers wracking his body as he starts to pump into you, over and over again, for what seems like a fabulous eternity until finally, you both begin to slow down, to breath more deeply and then, at last, to relax.

Four more times he makes love to you, each with passion, care and understanding of your needs, until you have only one desire left: to know who is, what he looks like. You try and imagine his face from feeling it, caressing it with your hands in the darkness, but it doesn't help, and as you drift off to sleep in his arms, your last waking thought is to wonder too, what does his voice sound like?

Suddenly, dramatically, you're woken. It's daylight, you can see around the room, and he... he's gone!
But the phone beside the bed is ringing! And only one person knows you're here. It must be him. Isn't it?