I've recently come to the realisation that I am a Beauty Junkie. I've always liked make up and I have no staying power when it comes to mascara and such like and change it every time I need a new one... Same with foundation. I've tried expensive ones and cheap ones and found none to my liking. However recently I seem to have settled down and am trying brand loyalty.
I have also realised that since I started to read beauty blogs, I have to have the must have products. I read a good review about Models Own nail varnish - I had to have it, the most coveted Barry M nail varnish in Mushroom, yes please. Matte top coat? I'll take one!
I have to say, I haven't been disappointed in what I have gathered recently. I've also bought a new foundation and on first impressions, it's amazing. Max Factor colour match foundation - amazing! Goes on like a dream and just stays there!
My beauty kit is going to consist from now on of:
Moisturiser - Johnsons when it is on offer, boots essentials when not.
Foundation - Max Factor Colour Match in Natural
Primer - No7 for correcting sallow skin atm.
Powder - Naturel Collection pressed or loose in warm translucent.
Blusher - Barry M (still experimenting here though)
Eyes - Variable.
Mascara - Max Factor False Lash Effect
No7 cleanser to remove with separate eye make up remover, sudocrem over night.
Nails will be variable also.
I wonder if this will stop me coveting so many things?!
Sunday, 12 September 2010
Tuesday, 29 June 2010
Job... real world
So, having finished my PGCE, it is now time to enter the real world and start trying to get a job. Had my first real interview today. Taught for 20mins and then had to have a formal interview. I don't want to say how it went - I'm such a bad judge. I hope they liked me and that threw it in my favour!
Getting a job is ridiculous. There are so many hoops to jump through and that is something that I am not the best at. I find it really difficult. It seems ridiculous that you jump through all of the hoops and then end up doing what you want anyway.
I have an interview tomorrow to start getting jobseekers allowance. I'm really hoping I can call them later and cancel it in light of getting this job. I don't want to be on the dole. There are so many negative connotations associated with it. People who take job seekers allowance are not scroungers, they are people who are looking for jobs! FACT! You have to be looking to get it.
Anyway, I don't really have a lot to say so...
Getting a job is ridiculous. There are so many hoops to jump through and that is something that I am not the best at. I find it really difficult. It seems ridiculous that you jump through all of the hoops and then end up doing what you want anyway.
I have an interview tomorrow to start getting jobseekers allowance. I'm really hoping I can call them later and cancel it in light of getting this job. I don't want to be on the dole. There are so many negative connotations associated with it. People who take job seekers allowance are not scroungers, they are people who are looking for jobs! FACT! You have to be looking to get it.
Anyway, I don't really have a lot to say so...
Monday, 14 June 2010
Love Gives Me Hope.
I was born blind.
Many people would just be my friend for a few years and leave. Except one boy. He stayed with me since kindergarten, despite my disabilities.
Last year, I got surgery so I could regain my sight.
The first thing that I saw when I woke up was the one boy, on his one knee, asking for my hand in marriage.
---
My grandma has MD and can't do simple things.
I went over to their house & my grandpa was digging in the closet, crying, because he couldn't find the pink nail polish.
I asked why he needed it & he told me that, despite his arthritis, he paints her nails once a week.
His love for my grandma GMH
---
My older sister was always mean to me. We shared a bedroom.
At night she was so mean, I would sleep in my Mom's room.
Then I found out that she was mean to me to protect me from our older brother, who was raping her at night.
Her sacrifice to protect me because she loves me GMH.
---
At my senior prom, there was a girl in my grade who is handicapped and confined to a wheelchair.
During one of the slow dances, a boy picked her up from her chair and slow danced with her, holding her up the entire time, so that she could have at least one dance at her prom.
People like Liam GMH.
---
In fifth grade there was a boy who was having a party.
He invited his 3 best friends and 2 kids no one ever talked to.
When he called their parents to ask if they could come they both started to cry.
Neither of them have ever been invited to a birthday party before - one has Down Syndrome, the other is blind. He GMH
---
I work weddings, and for one, the groom's mother was very ill.
She was in a wheel chair, and had an oxygen tank. I was shocked when the DJ announced the Mother/Son dance, but he rolled her chair on to the dance floor and rocked her back and forth.
She even stood up briefly to dance with him before she had to sit back down.
A mother's LGMH.
---
My grandmother is in a nursing home with severe dementia/Alzheimer's.
My grandfather visits her every week. Her illness stops her from remembering anyone, and yet her eyes light up at the sight of him - I don't think she knows why.
Love that overcomes all gives me hope.
---
Last night was my prom night.
A girl with Down's Syndrome was dancing by herself and everyone was laughing at her.
My boyfriend broke away from me and went over to dance with her. My boyfriend's kindness GMH.
---
In 12th grade I watched my friend Kay finish in last place of her cross country race.
This was the race that college recruits were watching. Only I know she didn't "wear out" like everyone thought.
She let a girl with Down Syndrome pass her, because her goal was to not place last just one time. GMH.
---
I work at a nursing home, and we admitted a husband (Rob) and wife (Jane).
Jane was dying, but Rob was healthy. I asked the nurse why he was there too.
The nurse told me that he admitted himself so he could be with Jane for her last moments, and so she wouldn't die alone.
Jane died a few weeks later, hand in hand with her husband of 60 years.
---
One day I got a phone call from my daughter's Grade 1 teacher saying I was to provide my daughter a lunch EVERY DAY!
Confused, I asked my daughter what she was doing with her lunches.
Her response? "A girl in my class doesn't get a lunch so I give mine to her."
My daughter's selflessness GMH
---
My daughter goes to kindergarten, and there is a boy there who is blind.
She didn't understand what this meant, so I explained.
The next day when I picked her up, I found her sitting across from the boy with her eyes closed, describing what trees looked like. The boy was grinning from ear to ear. GMH.
---
My little sister came home from school one day and demanded I take her to the library so she could get books on sign language.
I asked why? She told me there was a new kid at school who was deaf and she wanted to befriend him.
Today, I stood beside her at their wedding watching her sign... “I DO”.
---
12 years ago, my best friend wrote something down on a piece of paper, and told me I couldn't read it. He said I'd have to wait.
Today, on our 4th anniversary, (we're dating), he gave me the paper.
It says, "I already know you're the one. I'll love you forever, marry me?"
He wrote it when we were 11. His timeless love for me GMH.
---
A friend of mine is battling A.L.L., a form of Leukemia.
During this time, she has had to be in a "germ free" room.
Her boyfriend has sacrificed almost 2 months of his time staying in that one room with her, living off IV nutrients and dehydrated food, etc.
His love for her GMH.
---
My husband has been blind since a few weeks after he was born.
Today, he pulled out our yearbook and flipped to a page and said that whoever he pointed to was the most beautiful person ever.
He pointed directly at me.
Apparently he's been practicing it with his friend for weeks. David, you GMH
---
My boyfriend and I have been dating since the 7th grade. We are now 24, and married.
We first met in kindergarten when he threw a crayon at me.
Then in the 7th grade, he threw the same color crayon at me, with a homemade wrapper saying, "Will you be my girlfriend?"
The crayon was there at our wedding. His memory GMH.
---
My grandmother died a year ago in March.
After she died, my grandpa went to visit her almost everyday. One day my Aunt Shelly went to visit her, and when she got there she saw my grandpa's footprints, in five feet of snow leading to her grave.
His love GMH.
---
am a third grade teacher.
Most kids come in with notes or messages written by their mothers in their lunch sacks.
One little girl's dad left, and her mother abuses drugs. But her 12 year old brother never fails to write "I love you" on her brown paper bag.
He GMH.
---
One summer I got bored and found a book on sign language.
At the start of the year my teacher announced we had a new member to our class, but she was deaf. No one could talk to her but me, and turns out we had a lot in common.
Today, 8 years later, I proposed. She said yes.
Love despite our differences GMH.
---
My grandpa is 85 years old.
Today, I just found out that ever since his wife, his true love, had died, he put roses on her grave every Sunday.
The drive is 2 hours away from where he lives. She was 29 when she died.
This devotion GMH.
Many people would just be my friend for a few years and leave. Except one boy. He stayed with me since kindergarten, despite my disabilities.
Last year, I got surgery so I could regain my sight.
The first thing that I saw when I woke up was the one boy, on his one knee, asking for my hand in marriage.
---
My grandma has MD and can't do simple things.
I went over to their house & my grandpa was digging in the closet, crying, because he couldn't find the pink nail polish.
I asked why he needed it & he told me that, despite his arthritis, he paints her nails once a week.
His love for my grandma GMH
---
My older sister was always mean to me. We shared a bedroom.
At night she was so mean, I would sleep in my Mom's room.
Then I found out that she was mean to me to protect me from our older brother, who was raping her at night.
Her sacrifice to protect me because she loves me GMH.
---
At my senior prom, there was a girl in my grade who is handicapped and confined to a wheelchair.
During one of the slow dances, a boy picked her up from her chair and slow danced with her, holding her up the entire time, so that she could have at least one dance at her prom.
People like Liam GMH.
---
In fifth grade there was a boy who was having a party.
He invited his 3 best friends and 2 kids no one ever talked to.
When he called their parents to ask if they could come they both started to cry.
Neither of them have ever been invited to a birthday party before - one has Down Syndrome, the other is blind. He GMH
---
I work weddings, and for one, the groom's mother was very ill.
She was in a wheel chair, and had an oxygen tank. I was shocked when the DJ announced the Mother/Son dance, but he rolled her chair on to the dance floor and rocked her back and forth.
She even stood up briefly to dance with him before she had to sit back down.
A mother's LGMH.
---
My grandmother is in a nursing home with severe dementia/Alzheimer's.
My grandfather visits her every week. Her illness stops her from remembering anyone, and yet her eyes light up at the sight of him - I don't think she knows why.
Love that overcomes all gives me hope.
---
Last night was my prom night.
A girl with Down's Syndrome was dancing by herself and everyone was laughing at her.
My boyfriend broke away from me and went over to dance with her. My boyfriend's kindness GMH.
---
In 12th grade I watched my friend Kay finish in last place of her cross country race.
This was the race that college recruits were watching. Only I know she didn't "wear out" like everyone thought.
She let a girl with Down Syndrome pass her, because her goal was to not place last just one time. GMH.
---
I work at a nursing home, and we admitted a husband (Rob) and wife (Jane).
Jane was dying, but Rob was healthy. I asked the nurse why he was there too.
The nurse told me that he admitted himself so he could be with Jane for her last moments, and so she wouldn't die alone.
Jane died a few weeks later, hand in hand with her husband of 60 years.
---
One day I got a phone call from my daughter's Grade 1 teacher saying I was to provide my daughter a lunch EVERY DAY!
Confused, I asked my daughter what she was doing with her lunches.
Her response? "A girl in my class doesn't get a lunch so I give mine to her."
My daughter's selflessness GMH
---
My daughter goes to kindergarten, and there is a boy there who is blind.
She didn't understand what this meant, so I explained.
The next day when I picked her up, I found her sitting across from the boy with her eyes closed, describing what trees looked like. The boy was grinning from ear to ear. GMH.
---
My little sister came home from school one day and demanded I take her to the library so she could get books on sign language.
I asked why? She told me there was a new kid at school who was deaf and she wanted to befriend him.
Today, I stood beside her at their wedding watching her sign... “I DO”.
---
12 years ago, my best friend wrote something down on a piece of paper, and told me I couldn't read it. He said I'd have to wait.
Today, on our 4th anniversary, (we're dating), he gave me the paper.
It says, "I already know you're the one. I'll love you forever, marry me?"
He wrote it when we were 11. His timeless love for me GMH.
---
A friend of mine is battling A.L.L., a form of Leukemia.
During this time, she has had to be in a "germ free" room.
Her boyfriend has sacrificed almost 2 months of his time staying in that one room with her, living off IV nutrients and dehydrated food, etc.
His love for her GMH.
---
My husband has been blind since a few weeks after he was born.
Today, he pulled out our yearbook and flipped to a page and said that whoever he pointed to was the most beautiful person ever.
He pointed directly at me.
Apparently he's been practicing it with his friend for weeks. David, you GMH
---
My boyfriend and I have been dating since the 7th grade. We are now 24, and married.
We first met in kindergarten when he threw a crayon at me.
Then in the 7th grade, he threw the same color crayon at me, with a homemade wrapper saying, "Will you be my girlfriend?"
The crayon was there at our wedding. His memory GMH.
---
My grandmother died a year ago in March.
After she died, my grandpa went to visit her almost everyday. One day my Aunt Shelly went to visit her, and when she got there she saw my grandpa's footprints, in five feet of snow leading to her grave.
His love GMH.
---
am a third grade teacher.
Most kids come in with notes or messages written by their mothers in their lunch sacks.
One little girl's dad left, and her mother abuses drugs. But her 12 year old brother never fails to write "I love you" on her brown paper bag.
He GMH.
---
One summer I got bored and found a book on sign language.
At the start of the year my teacher announced we had a new member to our class, but she was deaf. No one could talk to her but me, and turns out we had a lot in common.
Today, 8 years later, I proposed. She said yes.
Love despite our differences GMH.
---
My grandpa is 85 years old.
Today, I just found out that ever since his wife, his true love, had died, he put roses on her grave every Sunday.
The drive is 2 hours away from where he lives. She was 29 when she died.
This devotion GMH.
Sunday, 24 January 2010
Stranger
Giggling, Leah wobbled over to the bar. She was unsteady on her heels and needed some water rather than the wine the girls would have her drink. She pushed her way to the front and started trying to attract the barman’s attention. As she glanced down the bar, an attractive young man caught her eye. That was unusual, she didn’t usually spot guys she liked but this one was different. Moving slowly, she caught his eye and held his gaze, slowly moving towards him. She could feel invisible threads pulling her to him, charged with electricity.
Suddenly, the crowd behind her pushed and she was forced against his chest. His strong arms closed around her and she closed her eyes, shivering slighting in anticipation. He looked down at her and raised an eye brow questioningly. She nodded and he took her hand, pulling her outside. Leah followed him mesmorised.
Stepping out into the cool air, Leah shivered again but this time from cold. He slipped his jacket around her shoulders without saying a word and began to lead her down the street. She had no idea where they were going but that just turned her on more than the tension did.
All of a sudden, he pulled her down a side street, pressing her into a dark corner up against the wall. Leah didn’t feel unsafe; in fact she felt exactly the opposite. He leaned towards her and softly pressed his lips against hers. It had been worth the short wait, his lips were soft and warm, massaging hers expertly in the dark. Her arms went around his firm torso and pulled him closer to her, relishing in the feel of his body pressed against hers. Slowly his tongue snaked into her mouth and she moaned quietly. He kissed her harder, more urgently than before and she thought she was going to explode right there. She felt her leg pushing between his and then felt him lift her off her feet.
They were moving again, their breathing ragged, unable to walk more than a few paces before they had to stop and drink each other in again. Leah still had no idea where they were but she didn’t care. She had to have this man tonight. They stumbled on, and Leah felt him fumbling in his pockets. This must mean they were close. Good, she couldn’t wait much longer. He pulled her down a garden path and after an age, inside the open front door. As soon as it closed, she was on him, her mouth this time expressing the urgency with which she wanted him, her hands scrabbling at his chest and coat, trying to tear them off his body. She knelt at his feet, not even allowing them to leave the hall, and began to unbuckle his belt. His fingers tangled in her hair as she did it and he groaned as he felt his trousers falling to his ankles.
Leah hadn’t really thought of what to expect but she wasn’t disappointed. She kissed his thighs and then began to ease down his boxers. His breathing quickened and he pulled her towards his now exposed cock. She licked the length of it, feeling it twitch at the touch of her tongue and allowed her hands to roam the lower part of his body. She reached up and dragged her nails down his sides and as she did it, she felt him relax and fall to the floor with her.
He was on top of her in a second, his hands pulling up her top and tearing off her skirt and knickers. She gasped, not expecting him to be so forceful despite his earlier performance. She felt his mouth close around her nipple, and then felt his teeth pinch and bite. She groaned loudly, reaching between them to wrap her fingers around his hard cock. She teased him lightly and felt his hand come between them to her pussy. Immediately his fingers found her clit and went to work. Already she was dripping wet, and his fingers felt divine but she wanted more. She removed her hand, pulling his with it and, wrapping her legs around him, slipped his hard cock inside her. She bit into his neck, she was so close and she didn’t want it to be yet. However, he had other ideas; feeling her teeth in his skin, his moved quicker inside her apparently eager to make her cum already. She just couldn’t help herself. His cock was so huge that it was hitting all of the right spots, and he clearly knew exactly what he was doing. She felt herself stiffen and he felt it too and then she felt her pussy squeezing his cock, her mouth forming a scream, her fingers grabbing his flesh. Giving herself completely to her feelings she came for a long time, twitching on the hard floor under him.
He kissed her neck and held her close, stopping his movement while she came all over his cock. When she stopped twitching and relaxed onto the floor he began to move again, harder and faster than before. His teeth were on her neck now, biting into the flesh and his cock was completely filling her pussy. She urged him on with kisses on her neck, hands gripping his tight arse, forcing him deeper still. His breathing was ragged now; he was going to cum. He forced his cock inside her one more time and then, as cum started to shoot out of him, pulled out of Leah’s pussy and came all over her huge tits. She opened her eyes, shocked at the fact he’d pulled his cock out of her and even more shocked at the ribbons of hot, wet cum that now covered her tits. She smiled at him as he collapsed onto the floor next to her and they both lay there panting for a while.
“Wow”, she whispered. “I don’t even know your name”.
“James. You better remember it. I don’t want to have to punish you later.”
Suddenly, the crowd behind her pushed and she was forced against his chest. His strong arms closed around her and she closed her eyes, shivering slighting in anticipation. He looked down at her and raised an eye brow questioningly. She nodded and he took her hand, pulling her outside. Leah followed him mesmorised.
Stepping out into the cool air, Leah shivered again but this time from cold. He slipped his jacket around her shoulders without saying a word and began to lead her down the street. She had no idea where they were going but that just turned her on more than the tension did.
All of a sudden, he pulled her down a side street, pressing her into a dark corner up against the wall. Leah didn’t feel unsafe; in fact she felt exactly the opposite. He leaned towards her and softly pressed his lips against hers. It had been worth the short wait, his lips were soft and warm, massaging hers expertly in the dark. Her arms went around his firm torso and pulled him closer to her, relishing in the feel of his body pressed against hers. Slowly his tongue snaked into her mouth and she moaned quietly. He kissed her harder, more urgently than before and she thought she was going to explode right there. She felt her leg pushing between his and then felt him lift her off her feet.
They were moving again, their breathing ragged, unable to walk more than a few paces before they had to stop and drink each other in again. Leah still had no idea where they were but she didn’t care. She had to have this man tonight. They stumbled on, and Leah felt him fumbling in his pockets. This must mean they were close. Good, she couldn’t wait much longer. He pulled her down a garden path and after an age, inside the open front door. As soon as it closed, she was on him, her mouth this time expressing the urgency with which she wanted him, her hands scrabbling at his chest and coat, trying to tear them off his body. She knelt at his feet, not even allowing them to leave the hall, and began to unbuckle his belt. His fingers tangled in her hair as she did it and he groaned as he felt his trousers falling to his ankles.
Leah hadn’t really thought of what to expect but she wasn’t disappointed. She kissed his thighs and then began to ease down his boxers. His breathing quickened and he pulled her towards his now exposed cock. She licked the length of it, feeling it twitch at the touch of her tongue and allowed her hands to roam the lower part of his body. She reached up and dragged her nails down his sides and as she did it, she felt him relax and fall to the floor with her.
He was on top of her in a second, his hands pulling up her top and tearing off her skirt and knickers. She gasped, not expecting him to be so forceful despite his earlier performance. She felt his mouth close around her nipple, and then felt his teeth pinch and bite. She groaned loudly, reaching between them to wrap her fingers around his hard cock. She teased him lightly and felt his hand come between them to her pussy. Immediately his fingers found her clit and went to work. Already she was dripping wet, and his fingers felt divine but she wanted more. She removed her hand, pulling his with it and, wrapping her legs around him, slipped his hard cock inside her. She bit into his neck, she was so close and she didn’t want it to be yet. However, he had other ideas; feeling her teeth in his skin, his moved quicker inside her apparently eager to make her cum already. She just couldn’t help herself. His cock was so huge that it was hitting all of the right spots, and he clearly knew exactly what he was doing. She felt herself stiffen and he felt it too and then she felt her pussy squeezing his cock, her mouth forming a scream, her fingers grabbing his flesh. Giving herself completely to her feelings she came for a long time, twitching on the hard floor under him.
He kissed her neck and held her close, stopping his movement while she came all over his cock. When she stopped twitching and relaxed onto the floor he began to move again, harder and faster than before. His teeth were on her neck now, biting into the flesh and his cock was completely filling her pussy. She urged him on with kisses on her neck, hands gripping his tight arse, forcing him deeper still. His breathing was ragged now; he was going to cum. He forced his cock inside her one more time and then, as cum started to shoot out of him, pulled out of Leah’s pussy and came all over her huge tits. She opened her eyes, shocked at the fact he’d pulled his cock out of her and even more shocked at the ribbons of hot, wet cum that now covered her tits. She smiled at him as he collapsed onto the floor next to her and they both lay there panting for a while.
“Wow”, she whispered. “I don’t even know your name”.
“James. You better remember it. I don’t want to have to punish you later.”
Saturday, 2 May 2009
Thursday, 20 November 2008
Prostitution
Prostitution has been around since the Victorian times and before. There have been many attempts to regulate prostitution, including the implementation of a Contagious Diseases Act in 1862-1867 - meaning that all prostitutes had to submit themselves for testing against STDs.
This testing proved effective in some areas but in others it was ineffective and contagious diseases continued to spread. I think that banning prostitution will amount to a similar thing to this - whereby people will spread prostitution in an attempt to avoid detection.
I'm also getting a little annoyed at the fact that they are mixing the terms prostitution or sex work - sex work can include lap dancing, pole dancing and stripping, work that involves using sexuality to sell. Prostitution is specifically selling sex acts.
Male prostitutes should also be considered in this ideal because they are also at risk. Boys can be forced to have sex in exchange for money - specifically targeting a homosexual group and they should be given the same treatment as females.
I am willing to bet that people are unaware of charity groups who supply prostitutes for people who are physically disabled. These men and women allow disabled people to experiene sexuality - providing intimacy, touch, and in some cases physical for those locked in their own world on how to pleasure themselves. If prostitution is banned then these disabled people run the risk of becoming more and more isolated.
This testing proved effective in some areas but in others it was ineffective and contagious diseases continued to spread. I think that banning prostitution will amount to a similar thing to this - whereby people will spread prostitution in an attempt to avoid detection.
I'm also getting a little annoyed at the fact that they are mixing the terms prostitution or sex work - sex work can include lap dancing, pole dancing and stripping, work that involves using sexuality to sell. Prostitution is specifically selling sex acts.
Male prostitutes should also be considered in this ideal because they are also at risk. Boys can be forced to have sex in exchange for money - specifically targeting a homosexual group and they should be given the same treatment as females.
I am willing to bet that people are unaware of charity groups who supply prostitutes for people who are physically disabled. These men and women allow disabled people to experiene sexuality - providing intimacy, touch, and in some cases physical for those locked in their own world on how to pleasure themselves. If prostitution is banned then these disabled people run the risk of becoming more and more isolated.
Monday, 8 September 2008
Em and Phil
May or may not be based on a fantasy about someone...
‘Leave that be babe’ she murmured, trailing her hands over his shoulders and down his chest, blood red nails coming into view perfectly manicured. He caught a whiff of her perfume, sweet and delicate and felt his cock twitch.
Clicking the save button and then swiftly shutting his laptop lip, he turned and wrapped his arms around the beautiful woman in front of him. He hugged her close and then pushed her away, letting her stand before of him and drank in her look. She was tanned, as was he, from their recent holiday with no worries and no cares, her hair looking streaked from the sun. At that moment, he could wait no longer.
Grabbing Em by the wrist he propelled her towards the stairs, stopping at the bottom to kiss her deeply, his tongue working against hers, his hands dipping to her arse to pull her closer. She broke the contact first, putting one foot on the stairs and beckoning him to follow.
Once in the bedroom, Phil pushed Em onto the bed. Lying down next to her, he kissed her again, invading her mouth with his tongue, his hands moving all over her body and slowly, slowly, undoing the buttons on her shirt. She looked damn good. Plain shirt, tight flared jeans, bare feet. Just perfect. He felt her hands on his chest and then felt his buttons rip. No slow teasing from her, she knew exactly what she wanted. She pushed him off and wriggled out of her jeans, revealing a neatly trimmed tuft of hair, and dipped a hand between her legs.
She sighed breathily, and Phil felt that he would contain himself no longer. He struggled out of his jeans, dropping them to the floor and rolled on top of her. She gasped below him, feeling the tip of his hard cock pushing against her pussy. Raising her hips slightly she felt him slide inside and she quickly wrapped her legs around him, pushing him in deep. Phil groaned and shuddered slightly. He was so aroused considering there had been so little prelude to this... although maybe that was why!
Em began to wriggle beneath him, forcing his cock to move inside her. He pushed against the lock of her ankles and gained some space, thrusting his cock hard inside her and making her moan in pleasure. She released her grip and he moved faster. She was moaning constantly, a crescendo that built to a scream as she came. Her muscles squeezed him tighter than ever before and her nails dragged tracks in his back.
Pausing to let her catch her breath, Phil allowed himself to be consumed by the smell of her and how she felt around his cock. He twitched inside her and pulled almost all the way out before forcing himself back inside her, quicker and quicker as he twitched more and was soon over come with a need for release. He moved quicker still with shallower strokes. As he felt it happen, he moved his cock deep inside her and remained there, twitching and squirting his hot cum. When he was spent, he withdrew wetly and collapsed at her side.
‘That was amazing. Perfect end to our holiday. I can’t believe I have to go to work tomorrow’
‘Poor baby’, Em remarked.
‘I’m so hard done by ain’t I?’
‘You’re so hard... that’s for sure’ Em answered cheekily.
‘Leave that be babe’ she murmured, trailing her hands over his shoulders and down his chest, blood red nails coming into view perfectly manicured. He caught a whiff of her perfume, sweet and delicate and felt his cock twitch.
Clicking the save button and then swiftly shutting his laptop lip, he turned and wrapped his arms around the beautiful woman in front of him. He hugged her close and then pushed her away, letting her stand before of him and drank in her look. She was tanned, as was he, from their recent holiday with no worries and no cares, her hair looking streaked from the sun. At that moment, he could wait no longer.
Grabbing Em by the wrist he propelled her towards the stairs, stopping at the bottom to kiss her deeply, his tongue working against hers, his hands dipping to her arse to pull her closer. She broke the contact first, putting one foot on the stairs and beckoning him to follow.
Once in the bedroom, Phil pushed Em onto the bed. Lying down next to her, he kissed her again, invading her mouth with his tongue, his hands moving all over her body and slowly, slowly, undoing the buttons on her shirt. She looked damn good. Plain shirt, tight flared jeans, bare feet. Just perfect. He felt her hands on his chest and then felt his buttons rip. No slow teasing from her, she knew exactly what she wanted. She pushed him off and wriggled out of her jeans, revealing a neatly trimmed tuft of hair, and dipped a hand between her legs.
She sighed breathily, and Phil felt that he would contain himself no longer. He struggled out of his jeans, dropping them to the floor and rolled on top of her. She gasped below him, feeling the tip of his hard cock pushing against her pussy. Raising her hips slightly she felt him slide inside and she quickly wrapped her legs around him, pushing him in deep. Phil groaned and shuddered slightly. He was so aroused considering there had been so little prelude to this... although maybe that was why!
Em began to wriggle beneath him, forcing his cock to move inside her. He pushed against the lock of her ankles and gained some space, thrusting his cock hard inside her and making her moan in pleasure. She released her grip and he moved faster. She was moaning constantly, a crescendo that built to a scream as she came. Her muscles squeezed him tighter than ever before and her nails dragged tracks in his back.
Pausing to let her catch her breath, Phil allowed himself to be consumed by the smell of her and how she felt around his cock. He twitched inside her and pulled almost all the way out before forcing himself back inside her, quicker and quicker as he twitched more and was soon over come with a need for release. He moved quicker still with shallower strokes. As he felt it happen, he moved his cock deep inside her and remained there, twitching and squirting his hot cum. When he was spent, he withdrew wetly and collapsed at her side.
‘That was amazing. Perfect end to our holiday. I can’t believe I have to go to work tomorrow’
‘Poor baby’, Em remarked.
‘I’m so hard done by ain’t I?’
‘You’re so hard... that’s for sure’ Em answered cheekily.
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