Tobias’s Thoughts

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Tobias couldn’t believe it, the sex had been incredible and she had certainly put him through his paces! He smiled remembering her touch and the way she felt – he was getting arroused again. She was having a bath now so pulling the cover off himself he stretched and sat on the edge of the bed. He saw her hold-all and leaning forward he pulled it to him, his heart thumping with sudden excitement. With trembling hands he reached into the bag.

He sighed at the incredible feel of the various materials, closing his eyes he rummaged, “Ohhh,” he murmured, “that’s so nice’ He felt the lush satin and silky lace stroke against his skin. As he fondled the garments the delicate smell of jasmine assaulted his nose. He pulled a pair of satin pants out of the bag and bought them up to his face and inhaled the scent -he groaned again at the sensation, he was completly engrossed.

He slipped his feet into the pants and stood up, his manhood was large and firm. Pulling up the pants he sighed again. The feel of them brushing up his legs was incredible and so sexy; he pulled them over his buttocks and almost swooned as the cool silkiness caressed him. He looked into the mirror and was mortified, “Oh my God no!” he thought, “Oh fuck what am I going to do?” His mind was suddenly scrambled and he just said out loud, “I’m sorry.” He couldn’t say anything else, she’d seen him.

He looked at her. His erection had died with his nervousness, he kept seeing her face in his mind, that look of shock and disgust. She had masked it well but he had seen it.

He remembered the first time he had tried ladies underwear, it had been an old girlfriend’s and she had freaked out on him and called him some awful names which had made him very wary. So if he’d ever tried anything after that he made sure he was alone – but he had broken his own rule and now he could see he was again in for it. He sighed, his heart was almost jumping out of his ribcage with fear. He had not wanted to ruin this day, it had been incredible and he knew it was now over. His shoulders drooped with his unhappy state.

“You’re in trouble boy!” he heard her say. “You were not honest,” she continued, “sit!” she barked at him. He didn’t argue he just did as he was told and sat on a stool and she dressed him, in a babydoll first and  then silk stockings, his mind was going crazy, he could not belive what she was doing, and how it felt with her running the silk stockings up his legs making his pulse beat faster than he thought possible. She spiked his hair and painted his face, he felt the luxurious lipstick being smeared on his lips – he could hear her talking to herself, saying it was the wrong colour for him. He was completely under her control. He didn’t move or say a word – he was too scared to in case she stopped! It felt surreal, her touching him like this, not speaking to him. He was hard again, he could feel himself stiffen and tremble in her satin pants, he realised she had stopped and waited with baited breath, his mind frantic “What next?” ran through his mind.

“Look!” she ordered, pulling him to his feet, and he looked at his image in the mirror.

“Oh my God!” he gasped.

A young woman stared back at him, he was completely transformed and he looked incredible. He love it. He turned to her but her eyes were still hard.

“Bend over, you need to be punished.” He complied and bent over the stool. With that Macy took her slipper and used it on Tobias. The fifth stroke did it, Tobias came in the silky material, unable to control himself any longer. He was panting hard from the sound strokes of her slipper on his backside and the force of his orgasm – he didn’t move. Macy went back into the bathroom aghast at what she had done, she felt empowered and guilty at the same time. She washed her face to calm herself, she was so arroused by her own actions.

Taking a deep breath she returned to the room. Tobias had not moved, she got on the bed and called him. She opened her arms and he just looked at her a huge grin spread over his face and he moved into her arms. His last thought before he ravished her was, “My God, what a woman!” and he was lost.

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Macy’s divorce

This is a short tale of Macy regaining her freedom after twelve years of marriage.

“Oh Emma quick get me a cold flannel……shit shit shit! What the hell possessed me last night?”  Macy was shouting and literally jumping on the spot as Emma threw a very cold flannel at her then collapsed on the bed in a fit of laughter.

“Well we were well oiled, ” she spluttered through her laughter as Macy placed the cold flannel between her legs and groaned.

“Oh my God that’s better!” Macy looked at her friend,”You can laugh! Why the hell didn’t you stop me?” Emma jumped up off the bed and ran to the ensuite, she was laughing so hard she had started to wet herself .

Macy laughed at her, “Serves you right. But Em really, a tattoo and a ladybird at that – what on earth were we drinking?” Macy sat down and squealed as the tattoo stung some more. She reached across the bed to the letter, her decree absolute, it was finally over. She and Emma had celebrated in style last night. She laughed then grimaced at the pain of her new tattoo And shouted to Emma, “Never ever am I drinking tequilas again!”

Macy's tattoo!
Macy’s tattoo!

Macy had been friends with Emma since her first visit to the coastal town of Tenby where she had come on her honeymoon too many years ago. She had been a size fourteen then but her marrage had taken its toll on her. Since the birth of her children her husband had changed, he had become mean and abusive and many a time she had run to Emma with her boys; now she was here with her for the first time without the customary bruise or two that usually came with her. Her husband was both physically and mentally abusive and, at last, with the help of Emma and her parents she had found the strength to divorce him. It had been hard, her boys were still young but she would manage. She vowed that never again would she go through the hell she had been in and she would make sure her boys were not put through the trauma of  his tantrums.

Beautiful Tenby
Beautiful Tenby

Looking in the mirror Macy saw herself now; she was fat, no other words for it, but she was also comfortable in her own skin. Her boobs were huge and she had a magnificent cleavage. She had good shoulders, not a bad face and at thirty two she didn’t care what people thought of her, she was just happy to be free to be herself at last. She worked as a carer to support herself and her boys and enjoyed looking after people. Her parents did a lot of childminding for her which helped her out, she had Emma and a few other friends so life was now sweet and she intended to enjoy it.

Flinching as the new tattoo throbbed again, – she hadn’t ment to have that done – she smiled to herself and yelled to Emma,

“Another flannel please! ”

Emma came out from the bathroom with a cold flannel and a huge grin on her face.

“Well let’s see it then.’ Macy just looked at her raising her eyebrows.

“On your bike!”

They both laughed, it had been a great night.

Beautiful Tenby
Beautiful Tenbyi

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Macy is she me…..in part yes

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How did Hook Up come about? Through life’s experiences. As the story formed I saw myself, a large woman who had been bullied throughout my school years then undermined by a domineering abusive husband for twenty three years.

I brought up my two boys with the help of my parents as my husband drank away any money he had, it was hard and I found myself very vulnerable to any form of  emotion. Through lack of the love I craved I became an emotional wreck in need of any sort of friendship and found I became too trusting and open which led to being hurt so many times until finally the right man found me and gave me the confidence to start living –  and I must confess I did start to live and really love. At forty three years of age I finally knew what an orgasm was and even now I think how sad that is.

Working as a carer in the community also gave me a huge insight into people’s lives, how they are treated, how vulnerable you can become and how accepting some people could be. There was also the other side of the coin – bitchiness, backstabbing and hatefulness caused by not understanding how others live their lives. Prejudice against race,size religion gender and sexuality  was also almost every where I went  and it drove me crazy to hear people being labeled.

Sian and I became good friends and I asked her to help with a book and one day the first chapter just popped into my head, we actually thought it would be in the middle of the book when we started but no it was the start of a flowing story which came usually in the middle of the night, and yes it was written on an old Sony Ericsson mobile phone which today is not that original.

The phone I used to send my ideas to Sian
The phone I used to send my ideas to Sian

As Macy was described I realised it was me and I liked the idea of a real person somebody normal so to speak, not beautiful and rich just an everyday woman who had real life experience. I tried to feel how Macy felt in certain situations and being my age I found that I could understand and relate to how other people felt and not judge them for their chosen lifestyle, after all my own whole life was judged by people who thought I should be slim or happy with my lot but they never walked in my shoes so I value other people’s lives we live as we see fit we are who we are and we love who we love regardless of what anyone else may think and its your right to do so .

I also used my experience of going on line to meet people. I laugh at myself now as I’m amazed that I did that….went online and sex talked wow….! It was quite fun and safe  and a way to find out about my own likes or dislikes. I talked to all sorts of wonderful, strange, lonely people and found that I was unbelievably honest with these strangers and in reality I did not know who the hell I was actually talking too….but boy I found out quite a bit and this is where Tobias came from. He was formed in my imagination from talks I’d had on a chat page – and boy we had some chats! …….sorry, I’m really quite taken aback by feelings that just flooded back from these rooms.

Tobias was based on a man unable to tell his girlfriend how he felt. He had experimented on the odd occasion but talking to me he opened up and the fantasies we drew together were quite something. It was fun and honest and we both accepted what we wanted and what we liked, and all on a screen.

Me and Sian - the Welsh writing duo!
Me and Sian – the Welsh writing duo!

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