Thursday, December 28, 2006

A diamond in her pocket

It's about 2AM.....she can't sleep...she strolls out on the deck..reaches in her pocket... rubs the diamond chip between her fingers......shudders and smiles........

It's a warm night in the gulf...the aroma of ocean spray, diesel and sweat smell very sexy. Her hand grasps the hard rigid railing. Looking over the deck she gazes down at one of the immense steel and concrete pillars that penetrates the sea supporting the rig. It reminds her of their first encounter....her hand ...god, her hand isn't that big. She can't help but imagine..his stiff pillar into her ocean. She has to step away from the deck for a minute just to breathe...no need to fall overboard....god....the the thought of him.......step away from the railing darlin'...LOL

Earlier in the day on the drill floor everyone gathered to see the enormous drill bit extracted for its change out. Watching this huge cylinder churn out of the drill hole was just too much for her....out it came with a final tug from the operator exposing a beautiful head dripping with a white drilling mud..... She was in fantasyland no doubt. The bit was changed...soaked parts and pieces everywhere.....the foreman gave her a diamond chip from the bit as a souvenir. . He placed it in her hand....SOAKED with white juices and he smiled at her. She tucked the diamond chip AND her thoughts safely in her Carharts. Whew...she was sweatin'. The climax started as the steel shaft started slowly returning to the hole..it churned and churned for more minutes than she had breaths...when totally in the hole there was a final plunge and lock that shook the entire drill platform.....and at that point she felt a huge rush....grasping the rigid handrailing for support. She knew this is the way it would feel. Her mind went back to another time when she clung to his chest in shear pleasure.. his voice and hands helping her through the moment.… At the very same time a rigger who had caught her eye asked, "So you felt that, eh?". All she could do was nod and laugh......and remember.

The balance of the afternoon was spent touring the rig of monstrous pillars and steel pipe...

After a boisterous dinner with the boys...she retired to the bunk area....a shower, a good soaping followed. She floated back in time to remember how he would come up on her from behind and start to play....oh how she loves surprises from behind...kisses on her neck...

Her mind also went back to another time..when the stranger whispered, “Slide back against the headboard.” Then she way beyond her control.

Her mind again went back to another time she could hear the stranger say.... “Baby…it’s time to get serious”..

Knock Knock Knock......"Just a minute!" she shouted. It was her boss and one of the riggers wanting to know if she wanted to do a little night fishing from the docking platform....."Well hell, yes, what took you so long!" she laughed.

She and five handsome fellows casting their lines....everyone had a catch while she was catching glimpses of her own...about 1AM they called it quits...back up the stairway she went...her hands grasping the round steel rigid railing thinking all the time about him. Later on this morning she will be given a tour of the tool room in which there will be cuffs, collars and harnesses......the tools of her new trade.... but she already knows where her thoughts will be.......hmmmmm..........

It's about 2AM...she can't sleep...she strolls out on the deck..reaches in her pocket ...rubs the diamond chip between her fingers......shudders and smiles........

Is that the wind picking up????

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

The Pirate and The Commodore - to the end

We make love over and over using our wicked creative minds. What seems like short minutes have actually become long hot steamy hours. Each time we gaze into each other’s soul we begin lovemaking again….but this last time is the calm after the storm…long, slow, gentle love is made, connections renewed. You fold me into your arms and we fall asleep….for awhile…I’ll have to make an early escape lest we both get killed. You take a deeper look into my soul as you dress me and deliver a long deep kiss before you lead me through a secret passage out of the castle.

Under the darkness of the new moon I steal down the rocks of the island untie my dingy and start rowing back to my ship. My crew has her ready to sail. As you watch from the window there comes a horrendous banging on your door. “Commodore, pirates off the southern tip of the island, they’re moving south!!!” You calm the idiot at the door by informing him you have ambushes set up in that very direction. Yes, you do have ambushes planted but you have warned me so I will sail free. You keep staring at my ship and I back at your castle….we know we are playing too close to the flame…we know we’ll have each other again.

Saturday, December 16, 2006

The Pirate and the Commodore - part 1

You’re wisking me down the hallway of a grand castle....the lovemaking must have started in another area because your white shirt is half off. I'm wearing a luxurious black velvet cape with hood and nothing on underneath but panties. I get the feeling if we got caught you could be in some hot water...your grip on my hand is reassuring…it’s a good thing cause you have me blindfolded....hmmmmm...

We’re at a full run now….we’ll be killed if discovered together. Even though you’ve been decorated time and time again for bringing the end to many pirates…. well… we just can’t be seen together. Memories of our first meeting are running just as hard across our minds. The rush of this moment just gets us hotter……..

Charging a huge oaken door….swings open and slams shut…both of us breathing HARD from running and from lust. I gasp as you slide the irons to lock the door, for all I know I could be facing a tribunal….not a lovemaking session. You detect my fear and take me from behind, lower my hood, but not the blindfold. Both hands go under the cape…one heads south…one heads to comfort the twins…you start to kiss the back of my neck because you know that move will calm me….you tell me I’m safe, I feel it. I also feel something else coming up between us…aye matey. You lift the blindfold. I see we’re in a magnificent bed chamber. Candles glowing…just enough so you can see all of me yet very mystical. Next to your luxurious bed is a table of various gadgets….’toys’. On the bed are four long white silk ties…..”Nothin better to tie up your black heart than with silk”, you say to me. I laugh, “My black heart?”
You turn me around drop my cape and give me a long deep kiss while the twins are attended to and I attend to your timber. Very slowly you apply each tie to each wrist and ankle as we gaze deeply into each other. You whisper, “Slide back against the headboard.” And again you slowly tie each wrist and each ankle so that balancing just on the tip of my tailbone…..hmmm..my panties are still on…..I start to panic so you lean over and gently kiss and reassure me you will be gentle. You reach back to the table and select a pair of scissors….got to get the panties off……and I watch you start to cut….snip, snip…..snip….I’m totally exposed to you……you look at my southern territory with delight….then you take the butt of the scissors and….

....there's more......

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Twas the Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before chirstmas and all through Brent's house
A beauty was stirring, she was NO mouse.

Her stockings were hung by his chimney with care;
In hopes that Brent would play with her there.

JD and Brent were nestled all snug in theri beds
While visions of a sugar plum danced in Brents head(s)

Adjusting her garter and short short mini
Her plans for Brent were to give him plenty

Dreaming that his presents don't include cole
The presents she planned would sink deep in his soul

Then out on the porch she caused such a clatter
Brent sprung from his bed to check out the matter.

Away to the porch he raced like a dash
Tore open the door and his eyes saw a bright flash

The moon on her breasts like new fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to her body below.

When what to his wondering eyes should appear
This beautiful lady holding eight toys so dear

He knew in a moment she's full of hot tricks

His heart beat rapid, he thought he might c*m
He moaned and smiled, "Pinch me I'm numb!"

"Now Dasher and Cupip clamp down on these.
Prancer and Vixen, place them in here please (slowly)

Brent pinned her arms to the top of the wall
Pump away Pump away I want it all!

And love her he did as a hurricane would fly
She gave no resistance, eyes blue as the sky

So up to the redline their hearts they flew
Her body full of toys and Brent wore some too!

His eyes how they twinkled, his heart how merry
Her cheeks were like roses, he loved her che**y

Her love hit him like a smooth breeze
He played with her ni**les and a*e her with ease.

A wink of her eye and a twist of her head
Soon let Brent know he had nothing to dread;

She spoke nasty words as he went to work
He filled all her stockings, she finished him with a j**k.

Across her ni**les his strong hands ran
She smiled and by golly he's hard again!

He sprang to her backside and she let out a groan
And away he pounded, he moaned and moaned

What seems like short minutes were actually hot hours
They talked and talked after they showered.

He combed out her hair
With the greatest of care

"Tell me" he asked "Why are you here"

"I'm in your mind, I'm here all the time!"

With a long slow kiss she slowly disappeared...
He saw her smile fade and say "Wait til next year"

Blessings to all, may your fantasy come true!

Saturday, December 9, 2006

The email that started it....

wild begets wild my handsome friend....don't grind so hard we explode... a hard simmer to boil is best since there's alot of playtime left.....at some pointwe would need to move to the bed....and what's that I see?......four white ties...hmmm what better to tie up my black heart with than with white silk.......

And now he is curious

Thursday, December 7, 2006

A Woody and A Stranger

The classic boat auction was underway. I'm rushing through the crowd to view the last consignment of the sale. I had been told that it was the boat of my childhood, a 1956 classic 'woody' was here and she looked GOOD. All I remember is the great fun my dad and I had aboard her...me yelling out directions of the day from the stern, learning to drive her. My parents threw my best birthday party ever on her. We all dressed as pirates and the other parents went along with the fun in their classics.....OH MY GOD...I stop dead in my tracks...it's her...'My Pleasure', time slows. I can hear all the sounds of being a child on the lake in the summer. I step down into her and am in a different life.

I feel something from behind like someone is starring. I turn, look up at the dock....you are standing there....do I know you?....I know those steel blue eyes.....we stare at each other...we DO know each other....maybe in some other time? You come aboard...."Classy lady." you say...."Agreed she is" I whisper back. "I wasn't talking of the boat", you reply back......I laugh it off and say thanks. We brush up against each other while inspecting My Pleasure...whew was that a spark?........not from My Pleasure.....but from the instant passion on board...the brushing becomes more intentional.....it is heating up....

Going once...going twice. I've got the bid on My Pleasure....she's going to be mine on the next fall of the hammer. AND, now Number 44 ups the bid at the last second. Now number 511 how bad do you want My Pleasure? Bad. I up the bid BUT number 44 ups the bid. My Pleasure will be mine! I up the bid by five figures. Once, twice, SOLD to number 511. Whew.......who is that number 44?. They cost me some bucks but I have my magical woody. The crowd disperses.. the docks are silent. I walk down to My Pleasure breathing in the smell of the marina ....remembering my childhood summers.

Laying across the stern bench of My Pleasure I look up at the stars and wonder about the stranger earlier in the day. You were probably a familiar face in some fantasy of mine. You startle me as I look over! You are standing on the dock....you raise your auction card. You're number 44! I laugh.

This isn't a coincidence. "I'll show you how to command this fine lady, if you like, for free!" you laugh. "You cost me plenty already", I quip back. I proceed to tell you the story of My Pleasure. You take her wheel in your strong hands and we head out under the light of a full moon. Me, My Pleasure, and the stranger. I watch your hands carress the wheel and wish they were carressing my breasts. I see the way you stroke her woodwork and I'm getting hot. I lean over to give you a kiss of thanks for showing me her finer points and notice you are hot as well. That's it, the engine stops, anchor drops. We take each other arm in arm and the dance begins..kisses..touches…. The dance is intense. You undress me, first with your eyes and then take action.

You stretch me out on my back across the stern of the boat….teasing me by running your hands up and down my frontside. I beg to be taken but your plan is to make me wait. You want me to know who is delivering the pleasure on this evening. As you play, My Pleasure starts to rock as you rip the clothes from your body! You sit on the bench seat, your skilled hands on my body is too much! Throwing me back up on the stern you the kiss you deliver is one we shared in some other fantasy, the tastes the smells….

Then it was my turn and I'm soooo ready! But, you don't want to rush. First you massage my body, what a fun surprise and it's just beginning. Soon, cries that were only heard by us indicated that we both had exploded. An explosion on this lake where an old volcano erupted eons ago…..perhaps the volcano was coming back to life?

We dock, you hand me the keys to My Pleasure, followed by kisses and touches. I'm so moved by the skill you showed on My Pleasure that I know what I have to do. I take the keys, put them in your hand and clench your fist....."My Pleasure is yours", I say. Then I start to scurry up the sandstone steps leaving you totally dumbfounded. You stare at the keys, then My Pleasure, then at my backside going up the stairs.....My Pleasure...my backside.......you go hot....

"Hey....wait up!" you shout.........."I think I know you!"

Wednesday, December 6, 2006

Welcome


Welcome to Good Girl Fantasies. Make yourself at home, at ease, or uneasy. This is a trip through my fantasy world. I'm a good girl but my mind does wander. Let's have some fun in a classy way.