The Spanking xxx

He was over taken by the passion of it all. His desire for her was mounting and he wanted to please her. All the thoughts from the past came rushing in. All the mistakes she had made that angered him just fueled the sexual fire he had within. All he cared about was his intense desire to please her sexually. He was angry about the past, and this confused him but strangely fueled the desire to spank her. He grabbed her body and man handled her into a lap position. He began spanking her and her reaction was intense pleasure. She squirmed and wriggled her ass higher for more. With each pop she begged for more. He began pussy spanking her and this was immediately an avenue for orgasm to her. She moaned and wriggled with pleasure and became creamy wet with each spank. He began to increase the pressure and she begged for more. He felt empowered and told her not to cum without permission. She squirmed and begged, now? now? Please now? He said, wait for it and gave her a finger up the ass along with the slap and said now darling. She came like a wild cat and quivered uncontrollably as she submitted to the domination. He felt empowered and had to have her. He entered her from behind with her begging to come again. He said not yet, hold it, hold it, now baby! They both came together in an orgasm that exploded with such force that they both were spent and laying breathless together. He gently reached over and stroked her hair, finger traced her face and they kissed a tender, long loving kiss only experienced by lovers that have found each other and are completely filled with desire. They held on for a long time before drifting off to a blissful slumber. The next morning, her ass was tender and her pussy tingled with a mixture of soreness and desire for more. A spanking, who knew?

Does Love Really Conquer All?

I'm sitting with my eyes closed feeling the sobs welling up deep within. I am in love with someone that I fear no longer loves me. There have been so many mistakes made through the relationship. Feelings hurt, each other taken for granted, secrets that cost us the price of trust. But how do you let go of the pain? How long can you cry and feel sadness? I don't want to do anything but sleep and cry. I long for his touch, his kiss, the yearning he once had for me. How could it really be gone if I still have all this pain and longing inside?

How does love die and where does it go? If one person still has it, how can the other loose it?

Part of what scares me is thinking about another man in my life. The thought of touching another and letting them touch me is not exciting as it should be. It makes me well up with tears and get sick to my stomach. What do you do about this to make it go away? If you have that much passion still inside, isn't there a way to fix what went wrong and be together again? That much love for a person, that deep unconscious love, is powerful and should be appreciated for just being there right?

I've always heard the old adage, love conquers all. Well, does it really? Can lovers overlook major differences and find the common ground with their hearts to just get over stupid things and see the love in each others eyes? Shouldn't it be enough that at the end of the day, reaching for that special someone and feeling safe in their embrace is all you need?

I know we live in a much more complicated world and back in the simpler times, this wasn't such a problem. You got married, you stayed married and you pretty much knew your role and played it. Some were lucky and really had love, others worked very hard at it and finally found it through just living and surviving together. They learned to love each other and it was probably a stronger bond than the love at first sight couples.

I'm at a desperate point in my life of not knowing what to do with all this emotion. I want to be the couple that worked through all the adversity and came out with the love of my life by my side. Not the failure that just let the love of her life go because of all the mistakes. How do you get over that anyway? You end up just settling for someone that is pleasant and hope that will turn out to be enough? That is such a sad contemplation that it only makes me more confused about life in general. Is this really what God intended for my life to be? Was I supposed to struggle to prove I can love another. Was it a test for the other person to work through issues of their own and trust in the core of love no matter what the other circumstances to find their true center of happiness in acceptance of less than perfect?

Grieving is a process necessary for renewal. I grieve for the mistakes I've made, the bad choices, the selfishness and the lies. These were all part of who I was becoming who I am. Each circumstance you face in life and make a choice, whether it is conscious or not, leads you down another road in life. Those collective experiences make us who we are and help us enjoy our journey. I have to date, made so many confused, selfish decisions that I've not enjoyed much of my journey. Finding myself a lot older, and hopefully more clear on needs and desires that I can choose better on the path ahead.

A lost love should shape and mold you going forward. Right now, it is my heart and I am standing still watching the world swirl around me, not knowing which way to step. Desperately I am looking for that extended hand to pull me back into love.

A Trainer for Selma

She clung to the shower wall as a means to steady her aching body. She hadn't been thrown from a horse in many years and the effect was quite painful. The warm water was cascading down her back and easing the soreness from her neck and shoulders. Even through the pain, she couldn't help but smile while thinking about Rick. It was only hours ago he had his massive arms around her and they were rocking to the motion of violent passion, not 25 feet from the horses in the barn. Her stomach was fluttery and her heart raced at the thought of his kiss. His smell was of a heady musk and it filled her senses with longing. Her mind wandered to the earlier events: The crowd had started to arrive in small ribbon like groups for the show. Rick, we should be getting the horses ready for the show she whispered as he was gazing down on her in the corner of the tack room. I know, he said, but I can't get enough of you, my sexy filly. His breath was short and excited, his hands knowledgeable of the body they caressed. He easily maneuvered her on to a table and slowly undressed her, savoring every inch of her flesh as it was exposed. Her excitement could not be contained and she had goose bumps on her skin in anticipation of the pleasure she was so familiar with. Her breath caught in her throat as he gently kissed her nipples and made them erect. She was aching, throbbing for him to enter her but enjoying the extecy of yearning. He kissed her neck, nibbled her earlobe, and then hungrily found her warm, subtle mouth and greedily drank of the love between them. She moaned as he entered her and they rocked in the motion that took them both to their own Edens. Quickly after, they dressed and kissed again, slowly, deliberately and then burst out laughing. They would think about this encounter all during the show and exchange winks when things were a little boring.



Selma's Aunt, was watching this interaction from her place in the stands. Her disapproval apparent in the straight tight line of her lips pursed together. Her niece had been left to her care after her parents died in a plane crash when she was only 8 years old. She had been a lovely child, but dreamy headed, beautiful and desirable to the boys and the men at an early age. It had been a full time job watching over her and trying to make sure her future was taken care of.



Sam had been in love with Elizabeth since first he saw her, running full speed on a thoroughbred mare in the furlongs on exercise day. Her long hair flowing wildly in the wind with a beautiful smile of exhilaration on her face as she galloped past at lightening speed sent shivers up and down his spine. Her tenderness with the horses touched his heart and as her mother had been, she was lively and full of adventure. He ached in silence for her as he was a good bit older than she. Upon her 18th birthday, he approached Aunty Beula and spoke of his feelings. He offered to take care of her and make her life as a princess if Auntie agreed. The bargain was made between them, and Aunty began her campaign to match them together.



Selma hadn't caught on at first, thinking her just rambling about an old friend, but as the insinuations grew more frequent, and Sam began showing up almost daily at the farm, always with a wanting, questioning look on his face when he looked at her, it wasn't to hard to put together. He was a nice enough man, but she was young, vital and full of wanting for a dreamy future. How could she see herself with this older gentleman? She knew he had money and she would be very well taken care of, but the thought of sleeping with him as his wife, uhh. She couldn't even imagine it! There was Rick to think of. He held her heart as her first love. She was going to have a talk with Aunty Beula soon. She would understand true love and stop this match making nonsense. Her aunt had always been kind and like a mother to her. She wanted to tell her so much about Rick, but the timing had to be right.



Rick had been hired on as a trainer during the winter months. It was an immediate attraction between the two of them. He kept his distance out of respect of his job title but one day, in the hay loft, Selma made her move. They found themselves face to face, the rain drumming on the tin roof making them feel isolated, like the only two people on earth. She reached out to touch his face and slowly kissed him. His eyes searched hers and saw wanting in return. He gave in to the feelings and scooped her up in his embrace. They made a burrow in the hay and to the sound of thunder and lightening, rain and wind, there was a storm inside the barn as well. His hands turned soft and gentle when he touched her skin. She quivered in anticipation as he slowly caressed every inch of her. He fondled her breasts and brushed back her hair from her face, reveling in how beautiful and blue her eyes were. Those lips were pouty and so ripe for kissing. He lips hungrily sought hers and as she clung to him, she whispered in his ear, you are the first, be gentle but oh, please take me. Begging for him to enter her, his heart beating wildly to the pounding sound of the rain outside, they made love. She moaned with delight and pleasure. This was more intoxicating than she ever imagined it to be. She lost sense of hearing and sense of place. They were the only two beings in existence at that moment and her insides tingled and spread like she had never experienced before. Rick felt possessed by her and the longing overtook him as he plunged deeper and deeper until they both rocked to the motion of completion. Spend and dazed, they lay together in the hay, listening to the rain and their heaving chests as they held hands and snuggled in complete happiness.



Suddenly, there were voices down below and fear struck Rick's heart. What had he done? Would he be fired if anyone knew? He had to protect her reputation and told her to hide in the hay while he made some noises and shuffled bales around. A boarder called up to him to throw down a bale in Hershey's stall and Rick said sure thing! He whispered to Selma that he was going down and for her to come out after a bit so not to draw attention. He then slipped back in where she was, held her in his arms and fixed his gaze into her eyes. "My darling, this was the most beautiful experience of my life. I love you. But I want to protect your reputation, so I am going now; you come out a little later so no one will notice us. Selma pulled herself up to his chest, kissed him with such passion that he forgot where and who he was for just a moment. Such power and beauty he huskily whispered to her. You my dear are all kinds of trouble.



That was 6 months ago. It was now summer and the farm was in full swing of shows and races. People were coming and going. Sam had taken notice lately of how Selma looked at Rick. She laughed and smiled too much around him and he immediately recognized attraction. What should he do? He found his heart pounding, his fists clenched as he thought of her with another man. Something had to be done. He wanted Selma for his bride and was ready to openly declare his feelings for her. He would plan a party at his farm, Winchester Acres, for the following weekend. Then, in front of all their guests, he would propose. He would put an end to this nonsense of a trainer and life would be grand. He leaned against the barn door and smiled as he pictured them as man and wife, walking down the isle of the church and lost himself for a moment in the honeymoon plans. He cleared his head and went to find Aunty Beula to make all the necessary arrangements. He was almost skipping as he went along.

Sail Away Home

The sun was warm glowing through the portal above her bed. She could hear the sea gulls outside and feel the gentle rock of the ocean as the boat swayed and bobbed with the wind. Armondo lay next to her. His breathing, still slow and rhythmic in peaceful slumber made him even more handsome in a gentle, more venerable way. She gazed upon him with adoring eyes. She closed her eyes and smiled reliving last night's activities. They were so good together. He seemed to be a magician when it came to knowing how to please her. This scared her when they first met. It made her wonder about his past loves and how he came to be this way. Then she just accepted that he was hers now and let herself go and enjoy the pleasures she had dreamed about and yearned for. She reminisced about lovers from the past and realized how none of them could compare to the bliss she now had found with Armondo. She gave a little silent prayer and was content. She had never felt so completely alive and yet content at the same time.

He stirred and woke to see her on bended elbow, eyes closed, smiling. He reached up and gently caressed her hair. Good morning love, he said with a knowing smile and that heavenly Italian accent. He kissed her lips ever so gently and rolled out to start the day. She laid back and traced her lips with her finger, his kiss lingering in her mind. She loved his Italian accent and when they spoke Italian to one another it made her heart race. Outside she heard him call out to the dolphins that had been swimming with them for the last leg of their journey. Soon they would be on the Amalfi coast. Gleaming white buildings, golden church spires cascading down the rocky hillsides contrasted against azure blue waters. It was his home and his arrival was highly anticipated by a very large family. They all wanted to meet this American girl that had captured their beloved son's heart…

Snippet of time

She drummed her fingers on the dash board of the truck to the rhythm of dance music playing on the radio. Her father was smiling and humming along. The long country road stretched out before them with the warm sunshine pouring through the windows. The fragrant spring air circulated through the truck with the essence of honeysuckle covering the miles of fencing lining the roadside pastures. “It smells like home Dad,” said Elizabeth. “Yes dear” he replied, taking in a slow deep breath and letting it out slowly. “It reminds me of when I met your mother. We were only 17 and it was love at first sight, at least for me. She wore a sprig of honeysuckle in her hair on our first date." His lips curved into a smile and his dreamy look made him look younger.

Love Poem

Excruciating love, thy lonely pain whose heart breaks in my chest, cast off thine golden eyes and thrust thy dagger deeply into the depths of my soul.

Under the Harvest Moon

As the night sky closed in upon her, her spirits fell. He wasn’t coming. Her heart was pounding in her ears. She no longer heard the tranquil sounds of the water, the whipperwhill or the steady croaking of the frogs. She felt the sob growing in her throat and her eyes sting holding back the tears welling up. As the first tear rolled down her cheek she suddenly felt his warm hand slide over her shoulder. She jerked up and whirled around to face him. His eyes sparkled like black diamonds in the moonlight. He didn’t speak, merely took her face in his hands and gently started kissing her. His lips were searing hot and she felt her insides give in to the passion. She went limp in his embrace which seemed to fuel his desire. He kissed her hungrily and began opening the front of her dress. Slowly he unbuttoned each one, watching the desire in her eyes. His touch was tender yet demanding at the same time. He wanted her. He had waited so long to have her for his own. Now, in the bright moonlight of the harvest moon, he would fulfill his desires. Her pulse quickened as he slowly kissed her body. His hands were expertly caressing her and fanning the fires of desire within her. She ached for him to enter her. His powerful manhood was beautiful. She couldn’t help but pull it to her mouth and taste its golden nectar. He was perfect and he was finally hers. He slowly laid her back on the soft grass and held her hands above her head in his. He kissed her mouth passionately but softly as he entered her. She could hear herself groaning with pleasure but she was in another place, another world of desire. His world, their world. His pace quickened as she pulled him to her. She rocked with the motion that overwhelmed her from deep inside. The tingle was unmistakable. She wasn’t of this world for just a few moments, enjoying the pure excasty she wished would last forever. As he felt her slowly release, he quickened his pace and brought her back to that heavenly place again and agiain. Finally spent and drenched with beads of sweat, he climaxed in a burst that sent his senses reeling. This woman, this powerful, wonderful, sensual, center of sweetness had just captured a place in his heart never touched by another. He gently swept the hair from her face and tenderly kissed her lips. The desire in her eyes was unmistakable matched only by his own. An owl hooted in the distance and a warm breeze swept them away to dreamland.