an adult story over 18 only... under my pen name, something a bit different lol...

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THE RANTINGS OF A DAMAGED MIND out now on amazon...

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BARREN

BARREN

   Anna spent many hours every day thinking of the time when she was banished to the island. It was actually “her island” now. She had been here twenty five years; she knew so by the turn of the seasons and marked each down upon the wall of her stone cottage. Banished because she was infertile and would never have children, to this place one hundred and fifty miles off the Norwegian coast, a prison without bars. In her bones she felt her loneliness as she stared out to sea, looking at the turbulent waves. They were always in motion like her wounded mind. Sighing, Anna turned and walked back to her cottage. The afternoon light was perfect; it was time to paint another tortured painting of the ocean. She knew the sea felt her pain, that the ocean was her jailer. Not her lost husband who banished his young wife here, he was innocent in Anna’s eyes, acting on his father’s orders. Standing before her canvas, Anna sighed and mixed her colours together before her. A crazy image took shape where everything was moving. Ocean blue was her favourite colour. She’d leave out the strange yellow lights. A single tear ran down her cheek. Her pain was eternal, yet she smiled.

   Anna turned the metal music up on her stereo. Iron Maiden blared out of the speakers. She worked on her canvas, her artwork was nearly finished. In her mind she remembered what had occurred yesterday. It was terrifying but her fear of the event was short lived, overcome by curiosity. This wasn’t of this place, her island prison. She had been watching the sea, the blues and greens were forever moving. Something made the ocean move in the wrong way.

   “What the hell?” Anna stuttered.

  

   The sea kicked upwards and rose many metres, then exploded in a huge tower of white spray. A silver object, totally unnatural, slowly rose out of the depths. It broke loose of the vast salty water and was free; it was like a newly minted coin, silver and quite magnificent. Rather beautiful yet overtly malevolent. What or who was inside the flying disc? It rose effortlessly and arced round with no sound. Dipping slightly as it turned, Anna saw it was perfect in its design. She stood rooted to the spot, scared or interested? The disc slowed and landed twenty yards away from Anna, on the grass by the cliff top. One minute later the side opened up and a figure emerged, she had flame red hair. In a hushed voice she announced: “I came to help you.”

   “Who the heck are you?” Anna gasped, looking at the person before her, her mouth wide open in amazement.

   “Anna, my name is Juniper’s Daughter. I don’t want you to be afraid; I promise I won’t hurt you. I want to help you,” Juniper’s Daughter said, smiling.

   “How do you know this? Where did you come from? How can you fly that... that thing, from out of the sea, just like that? That’s not possible!”

   “Yes it is Anna. You saw it with your own eyes. How can that be a lie? This craft was built by aliens a long time ago. I use their ship for the good of humankind, call it my job. Listen,” explained the witch, “I know you have a bad leg. Do you want me to heal it?”

   “My leg? How the fuck do you know about that? You can’t see it because of my brown skirt,” Anna replied, looking down at her windblown skirt. Her leg ached, as always.

   “If you let me heal it, then you’ll believe me.”

   Anna thought about it for a few minutes, glancing at her leg, to the strange woman before her and at her flying saucer. Finally, Anna nodded. “Yes, do it.”

   “Okay, please come here and stand before me,” instructed Juniper’s Daughter.

   “Okay,” agreed the island woman. She slowly walked over and stopped one metre from the witch.

   “This won’t take long and will be painless.” Juniper’s Daughter knelt down and touched Anna’s leg. Lifting up her brown cotton skirt, the witch saw the raw wound that refused to heal and grimaced. Purple scabs covered half of Anna’s lower leg; newer ones were a vivid red. Placing her left hand over the affected area, Juniper’s Daughter closed her eyes and whispered several strange incantations. Her breathing became deep and regular, she concentrated and focused her positive healing energy. A sudden white light came forth from her hand, totally obscuring Anna’s leg. The light rose in brightness till it was impossible to look at. Then suddenly it was gone.

   “What the hell?” whispered Anna. She saw fresh pink skin where the old scars and ruddy wound had been. “That’s not possible.”

   “Now do you believe me? Your wound is healed. The new skin will soon be the same colour as the surrounding skin and you won’t be able to spot the difference. Be careful when you walk over the rocks, you don’t want to fall again and hurt yourself again,” said the red haired girl, standing up. She offered her hand in friendship. Anna took it and they shook. Friends.

***

   Back in the present, Anna left her finished canvas to dry and cleaned her brushes. She ejected the music CD from her stereo and turned it off. Walking over to her LCD TV, she picked up the remote and clicked it on. Going to the War Channel, she watched a movie called The Blue Max. Anna loved war films, especially ones about aircraft and air battles. She relaxed in her red leather easy chair and watched the film. In her mind though, the stocky woman was uneasy. It was the things Juniper’s Daughter had said to her that spooked her. Things about having a baby and being back with her lost husband again. Anna knew that was all impossible, all of it, but being inside the flying saucer when the strange woman said it, somehow swayed Anna’s mind. A glimmer of hope.

   Anna’s biggest fears were like the Devil’s shopping list. She couldn’t have kids and was totally infertile. Anna had been banished to this little island for twenty five years. To do that, her husband mustn’t have loved her and now he would be long settled with someone else. No man would want her now including her former husband. She was middle aged and going grey, her brown hair ruined by grief and stress. Her brown eyes were dead eyes, with no positive emotions. Only insanity and pain lived in those once sparkly happy eyes. Her fair complexion was ravaged and blown away by the strong northerly winds. She was a hollow shadow of her past self. Stop worrying she told herself and watch the film.

   Later Anna fed her only companion, her dear friend and pet, Tom. He was a wild rabbit who had been lost in a storm and she found him when he was half dead. Nursing him back to health, she gave him food, water and lots of love. Now he was very tame and friendly, her only friend. Anna didn’t consider Juniper’s Daughter a friend, why should she? She hadn’t seen another person in twenty five years and what about the strange entry the mad woman had made? Flying out of the sea in an alien craft. Just crazy!

   “What do you think Tom? Is she mad? She’s the first person I’ve seen in all my time here and you know what? I’m not bothered, not at all. People are the reason I ended up here, banished forever. Fuck them!” Anna ranted, passing her pet rabbit a home grown carrot. He took it hungrily. “Only you matter Tom. Nobody else, not at all”

   Tom ate his carrot and squeaked once in agreement.

   “Still, I always wanted kids and still do. Do you think she tells the truth? Am I too old to bear a child? I’m forty five now. She says such lies,” sighed Anna, taking a drink of homemade beer. She needed a drink, a strong one, after recent events. I’ll always be alone, she thought, wiping away a tear. Not even my holidays on the other side of my island help stop my pain. Do they make it worse?

***

   The strange red haired woman called Juniper’s Daughter returned a few days later, to see how Anna was and if her leg was fine. Anne was walking by the cliff edge, peering down over the five hundred foot drop at the waves crashing upon the rocks far below. White spray made the rocks glisten like newly melted chocolate. Each crashing wave made a booming noise that Anna liked. It reminded her why she was hear and gave her something to look forward to – doing a new painting of those very waves and ocean. Suddenly from out of the dark rain filled clouds a series of yellow lights appeared, blinking on and off several times.

   “Looks like bitch is back with her fancy flying machine,” commented Anna, angrily spitting over the cliff edge, into the wind.

   From out of the clouds a silver object appeared, itself taking on the look of a cloud. Yellow lights showed its disc like outline against the murk. The object rapidly grew larger and dropped below the cloud base and majestically landed, like a ballerina doing a somersault with the grace of a swan. It was fifty yards away on a flat area of ground, far from the cliff. Was the witch scarred of the drop? thought Anna. Looking over, she saw a hole appear in the smooth metal craft and the red haired girl stepped out.

   “Greetings Anna, how are you doing?” shouted Juniper’s Daughter over the wind. The opening closed and she walked over.

   “I knew you’d come back, I saw your lights in the sky. I know you’re a witch,” replied Anna, ignoring the question on her health.

   “Yes you’re correct; I am a witch amongst other things. I heal as you know. How is your leg? Fine I presume?” commented the witch.

   “Only a witch would possess such a craft as a flying saucer and only a witch could heal my injured leg like that. My leg is okay, no blood or pain. I thank you for that. I didn’t mean to be insolent before when you healed it. It’s just I haven’t seen another person in a very long time.” Anna looked downcast and gazed longingly out to sea. She sighed and blinked away her tears.

   “Do you want to see him? I can take you there, right now in my flying disc. All you need to do is say yes.” Juniper’s Daughter knew how sad Anna was, at her continued isolation on her island from her husband. Not even twenty five years killed her love for him, it made it even stronger. That was admirable.

   “You can take me there? Right now? You’re not lying or tricking me, are you?”

   “No, no I would never lie or trick you Anna. I mean what I say. I will take you to your husband right now if you want me to.”

   “Yes. Take me, right now. Right this very moment,” Anna answered, smiling as tears flowed down her face. She didn’t mind the witch seeing her weep now.

   “Come Anna, take my hand. You won’t ever be alone or sad ever again.”

   The two women held hands and walked to the silver craft that rested upon the green grass, under a moody grey sky on an island surrounded by a blue green sea that was never still. Climbing aboard the disc, they entered this fantastic machine. It soon zoomed out of sight and headed towards the Norwegian mainland guided by destiny herself. a witch called Juniper’s Daughter.

***

   In a small fishing village, a man struggled to sleep. As usual he was haunted by dreams which killed his rest and made him feel uneasy. The same dream every night for twenty five years: the banishing of his dear wife to an off shore island because she was barren. She would never give him a son to continue his bloodline. His “new” wife of twenty four years was by his side, asleep. He had never loved her, not like he did his first wife. Yes, he was fond of her but it wasn’t love. She had given him three children, of which two were boys. His family bloodline was safe for another generation. It was his father who had found the second wife, the daughter of a neighbouring family. The ceremony was a rushed affair, as if it would remove the memory of the failed first marriage. Did his father know his son still loved his banished wife, even now over two decades later? What would he do if his son sailed to the island to join his wife, send a hunting party to kill them both? A violent law of family existed here; betray that and you were as good as dead.

   Suddenly there was a whooshing noise and the wooden house shook. This jerked the man awake from his worries, he got out of bed and made his way outside, wearing only his night clothes. On the field in front of the house was such a crazy sight. A shiny silver disc lit up yellow, illuminating the scene. In front of the disc were two women. One was dark haired, maybe red, and the other was someone strangely familiar. It was his first wife, his real wife! He ran over and almost stumbled over the rough grass. In seconds he was with her, in her arms. She had changed so much! They years hadn’t been kind to her, she was going grey and her eyes were sad eyes. Yet it was still her! His Anna! How was this possible?

   “My love, I knew you’d come. I knew you would. Every single day for twenty five years, I prayed you’d come back! You have my love!” said the man, Anna’s husband, through his tears. He fell to his knees in utter shock.

   Anna smiled and her eyes came alive, for the first time in all those years. She walked over to her husband and knelt down, embracing him. She kissed him. He returned her kiss; she felt his tears on her cheek. “We’re together now. Come with me and join me on the island. No one will interfere or stop us.”

   “How did you know I was here? What is that machine? Who is your friend?” asked the man, incredulous.  Slowly he regained his composure and stood up, not taking his eyes of the scene before him or the girl in his arms. “You want me to leave? And leave all of this? My family and my home? My livelihood and my parents? You know what my father is like. He hasn’t changed; he’ll pursue us and kill us all.”

   “I promise to answer all of your questions when we leave, all of them. We can be together, do you want that? I do, I have all this time. I’ve never stopped loving you, not for one moment. Join me my love on my island.”

   Silence descended on the scene. The man thought it over. Leave his wife, who he never loved, to look after their children. What about his vengeful father? He decided.

   “Let’s go. Right now. I never did love my second wife. She’s not like you,” he said, looking back at his house. It looked like it belonged to a stranger. It did. Fuck his father; he’d caused enough heartbreak already, especially for Anna.

   “We must go now,” Juniper’s Daughter commented, joining the conversation. She indicated to the opening in the craft.

   “Come my love,” Anna whispered, urging her husband to go. She took his hand and led him to the disc. They climbed aboard. The witch entered last, she cast a spell so no one would miss the absent husband or realise where he had gone. Silently the disc took off and flew into the clouds, out of sight.

   “Liam my dear, how I missed you. I waited twenty five years for this to happen, for us to be back together,” Anna said, embracing her husband. They were sat on a red leather seat in the craft’s control room. The witch sat separately and flew the disc.

   “We won’t be apart again, not ever. Tell me my dear Anna, who is your friend and how did she rescue me?”

  

   “My husband, this is Juniper’s Daughter. She’s my friend and helps people like us. She’s a good soul. And we’re in her fantastic flying disc.”

   “Wow, it’s like she was sent by God to help bring us back together. Kiss me my dear,” Liam said. He held his wife and welcomed her kiss. In his heart it was like yesterday when they had last kissed. A little later, Anna answered Liam’s questions. There were a lot of them.

   Arriving at Anna’s island, the disc landed and the couple embarked. Juniper’s Daughter stayed aboard her craft. Goodbyes were said and she took off, on new missions doing who knew what. She promised to return soon. Anna and Liam made love inside her quaint stone cottage; there was no worry of infertility or of anyone coming to harm the couple. Finally there were together. How long would it be till someone else joined them? A third little person? The witch had left her positive legacy through words and actions, some of which Anna was aware of. Did she know that the witch had genetically modified her barren body, allowing her to bear children, even at forty five years of age, with alien genetic science? Maybe Anna was aware, she was happy being reunited with her lost love. They had a lot of catching up to do. Love could endure...

***

It’s August... (by Mel)

Its August
When the wind blows
My hair, my smile off my face, my eyes full of sand
And my dress comes flying over my head,
I stand
In the middle of the race
Of dust coming from all over the place.
Its Misery
When the wind knocks
On the door, opens it without invitation
And enters without hesitation
My mood overflows with desperation
My mind with determination
To stop this irritation
This never-ending, awful sensation-
This winds illustration
Of my worst humiliation
Its motivation to tear me apart
It pulls at me, but then pushes me away,
Again!
Its gladness 
When he finally leaves
This unwelcome guest, to tease
Yet another until
She's driven to madness too.

Its surprise
When he returns once more
And rushes out to deform a helpless tree
Whatever can the reason
For such, strange behaviour be?
Like a child he throws a tantrum,
But what can one do?
To please this friendless wind?
And comfort it too?
Its peace when he eventually ceases
To anger me.
"Take me or leave"
He softly whispers through
The leaves in the trees,
As he slowly leaves
I can breathe once again.
Its regret
That fills my heart
What can I ever miss about
That spiteful one that grabs and rips you
Apart?
Its sadness
That fills my soul
My agitated friend is gone
And I am, once again,
Alone!

brand new poems...

The Faller

He stands at the edge of a tall mountain looking down the sheer drop.

Seconds pass.

The man jumps!

Nothing stops his fall.

Rocks smash his frail limbs like matchsticks.

End over end till he finally hits the valley floor 2,800ft below,

his body a bloody broken mass.

Why did he jump?

Suicide?

No.

Because he enjoys it.

He's the faller.

This jump is his 318th off this mountain.

Broken limbs, pulped body, severed head, fatal injuries and death

are an occupational hazard.

It's ok.

The destructive injuries vanish after 30minutes and

the faller is as fit as a butcher’s dog

and mad as a psychopath to jump again.

Witness a freak: the faller.

Lancaster Lady

You remind me of the pretty young ladies who used to make Lancaster’s at Avro’s.

They always smiled.

Even though half of their magnificent aeroplanes fell in flames over Germany.

Tens of thousand of aircrew lost.

Many aircrew had sweethearts building their Lancs.

Their smiles died forever when war stole them.

I know you aren't such a lady, are you?

Or are you my dear lady?

We work in a bakery making cakes.

I’d love to see you smile.

Your prettiness would illuminate my night sky

and I’d always safely return home to you my dear lady.

Are you the lady who built my Lancaster?

You’re forever my English rose.

Your beauty will never fade nor your light ever dim.

Let’s go to a real English pub together.

Just us my dear lady.

Panda Party

It's 16.40 and we sit in my armour plated Fiat Panda car

under the ground drinking beer and partying.

What joy.

The stereo plays old music tapes of Goth, metal and 80s tunes.

We've lots of beer and pizza to consume.

Two pretty gals have joined us for a laugh.

One sucks my dick and groans in delight.

I open a new beer and lean back in the passenger seat.

My mate is in the back with a brunette.

Quietly they fuck.

I glance over and smile.

That's how to do it.

My bullet proof car is party central.

No longer a driveable vehicle,

a unique underground venue for getting it on.

Hell! I'm coming.

Nearly time for a shag.

Then more ale and swapping partners.

Party all night till 06.00 when we sleep.

Bring it on!

Memory Hole

Fall into my memory hole

and get lost in the stars.

We glide in the ether

becoming a permanent element.

Noble gas born out of nothing,

forming fire and making

something.

Becoming star children.

Memories of stars.

Sacred Dream

You can’t steal my dream.

You can take everything I’ve got

but you can’t steal my dream.

I keep this dream alive thru the years.

It belongs to me, me alone.

Material things are a false God,

not for me.

My dream is my path.

My path my dream.

You can take all my stuff but never my dream.

Not ever.

My sacred dream.

Dandom Randomness

What else will I see out of my story?

I’ve seen a guy blown away.

Where’s my guinea pig?

In the boarded up pub in the fog.

Your film is yesterday,

full of sex and violence.

One foot man no boot.

It’s dark when the flash blubs go out.

Fuck brutality embrace toe kissing.

I’ve no time for four false Gods.

You gotta be real.

We worship one another.

You photograph roundabouts,

I snap lampposts.

Mailbox in desert.

No, there are eight.

Blonds are so yesterday.

For the price of the wind.

You’re so paranoid.

Have you thought it’s the company you keep?

Point course correction to where?

Ninjas in the dustbin lorries.

SOUTHERN CROSS over 18 adult content

SOUTHERN CROSS over 18 adult content

Javid was a member of the Catholic Christian church in the sprawling city of Leeds. He was neighbour and friend to Kenna in more ways than one; he lusted after his female friend and soon crossed a line by telling her his thoughts. He knew she was a gothic witch and quite open-minded but how far would she go? He shouldn’t be having these very un-Christian thoughts but he was human. What would his God say if he knew?

Moving to England from America back in the mid 90s, he was a missionary for the Church, his church, and widely regarded in his community. With a loving, child bearing wife and mother of their three children, Javid wasn’t alone sharing his home and life with Diane, his wife of thirteen years. Everything was fine until Javid gave in to his randy thoughts on his neighbour and friend Kenna. At first he tried to ignore them and forget about them but there was something lodged in his brain that wouldn’t go away; his lust for the single parent gothic girl who lived next door. When he made love to his faithful God fearing wife he always thought of Kenna and almost cried out her name when he was coming inside his wife. What would she say if he did so? Would she remonstrate with her husband for sinning, thinking illegal thoughts and then leave him? Or worse still, report her husband to his church who would kick him out in shame? He had to be careful. In his mind he plotted how to get Kenna in bed, even if it was one of the unholy sins and against everything he believed in; his own pleasure mattered here. It had been neglected for too long. His brown quiet eyes hid a cunning mind that would have surprised his wife, if he had admitted to be a potentially bad husband.

Kenna was pissed off; her London penpal of twenty years called Paul had upset her again. His text messages were getting more abusive and inflammatory. He accused Kenna of having an affair and of fancying her other penpal of five years, Nigel. This stemmed from an argument Kenna and Paul had over if they should meet, she questioned why he was always so pushy and rude, he replied it was because he was a dominant man. And that he loved her.

She was having none of his nonsense and mentioned that her other penpal from Manchester, Nigel, wasn’t bossy or rude and he would no doubt treat her like a lady and queen. And on top of that, both shared the same interests of gothic music and reading. Paul reacted like he was meant to and spat his dummy out, giving Kenna a small victory and some respect showing she wasn’t a lady to be messed with. It was at this time Kenna texted her neighbour and friend Javid to come round so she could talk about her man trouble, he agreed and gently knocked on her front door.

The two friends talked for twenty minutes, Kenna explaining in a vexed voice just what Paul was like and Javid nodding in agreement in the one sided talk.

When Javid said what was on his mind, it took the blond haired girl by surprise, not helping her out with the trouble with Paul. He announced rather quickly: “I think of you when I masturbate Kenna. I have for a while now, I know I mustn’t due to the church and my religion but I can’t help myself. I just can’t.”                                                                                                                                                                    

Kenna was shocked, of all the things she expected to hear, this wasn’t one of them. She replied, “I’m not sure you should do that Javid. Why think like that of me? I’m just a single parent of a teenage delinquent son. And you’re married!”                                                                                                                                      

“I know I’m married and I feel so bad about it. At least you know now though.”                                             

“I’m not sure it’s a good thing you told me. I don’t know what to say.”                                                                   

“May I wank in front of you Kenna please?” he slowly asked catching her gaze.                                                        

She thought it over and replied, “No. Not just yet.”                                                                                                               

“May I kiss you?” he tried. He knew Kenna had been single fifteen years and probably hadn’t kissed a man in all that time either. It was a huge risk he was running here.                                                                   

“Okay, yes you may kiss me. Only once on the lips,” Kenna agreed blushing slightly. Javid bent forwards and kissed his friend once on the lips then pulled back.

Kenna hadn’t expected his kiss to feel so good, even though it was only one time. It was he who initiated the next kiss, one that lasted longer and brought old hidden passions she had totally forgotten about to the surface. Her body melted into Javid’s and she closed her eyes and moaned quietly. For over fifteen years she had missed this!

Javid let Kenna kiss him, he was a little shocked that she started this kiss but he didn’t refuse it, he went along with her. In his pants his cock hardened, he wanted to place her hand on it. What would she do? It was then his mobile phone rang and he pulled back startled, what was he doing? His phone rang again and he looked at the display; it was his wife!

Three weeks later Kenna was walking up the street where she lived, past the house that Javid shared with his family. She remembered back to the night when Javid almost did something so bad to bring his faith, marriage and reputation into disrepute; how lucky his wife had called ending the strange scene. Hurrying past the house Kenna made her way home, a few short yards down the road. Opening her gate she got her keys out of her pocket and fumbled for her front door key, she was half up her path when she looked up and saw a sight she didn’t want to see! Oh no there’s Javid waiting on my doorstep! What the hell does he want? gasped Kenna.

“Hi Kenna I thought I’d pop round for a coffee while my wife is at work. You don’t mind do you?” Javid innocently said smiling.

“Now isn’t a good time Javid. I’ve got my son’s washing to do and tea to prepare and other things besides that. So no, now isn’t a good time,” sternly replied Kenna who wasn’t amused.

“Oh come on! Just ten minutes, then I’ll go. I promise and you can do your household chores then,” begged the religious man, almost desperate. He gave the single mum a hound dog lost look, which was also a sign of manipulation and it worked.

“Oh hell fire! Okay then, just ten minutes and then I’m kicking you out!” Kenna almost blasphemed, being won over.

He moved aside to allow Kenna access to her door and open it, letting them both inside. She let Javid shut the door and walked into the kitchen, turning the light on and filling the kettle up for their drinks. Setting two clean cups on the worktop she put coffee and sugar into each, not bothering to ask what sugar her friend took. She was a little annoyed at his intrusion and knew he didn’t like sugar, well I just forgot, plain and simple!                                                                                                                  

Sitting down Javid watched his neighbour do the brews, when she wasn’t looking he looked her up and down noticing her nice slim figure. In his pants his cock twitched and grew, he was getting a hard on! He crossed his legs quickly and hoped she wouldn’t notice; she did!

“Why have you crossed your legs? Have you got a hard on Javid?” teased Kenna not missing anything. As if he would stop for coffee, he wanted more than a drink!

“No, no I haven’t. What makes you think that?” blurted out Javid blushing and looking at the floor.

“The way you suddenly crossed your legs so I won’t see your cock going hard coz you’ve been eyeing me up. That’s why!” she replied.

“Okay, okay. Yes I have an erection! If you must know I was looking at you when you were at the sink. I can’t help it, I find you so attractive and sexy and you just gave me a hard on. Still have!” he whispered looking up.

“There’s your coffee. Don’t spill any! We don’t want you spilling any and burning your cock do we.”

“No, I don’t want to be burnt on my private parts, you’re right Kenna.”

“I’m always right. I’m a woman; we’re always right each and every time. Is your dick still hard?” she enquired walking over to Javid and sitting down next to him. If she wanted to she could check herself, so close were they now.

“Yes it is still hard Kenna. My cock is still hard!” stammered the religious minister, his gold cross visible at his neck.

“You better show me then haven’t you? You naughty boy!” smiled Kenna moving so close to her friend that their bodies now touched, looking down she saw him uncross his legs revealing a huge bulge in his chino trousers. A definite hard on!

“Oh...” gasped Javid when Kenna gently grasped his erect member and felt it. She sized it up estimating how big he was in his pants. Rubbing his dick brought more moans from him, his breathing became ragged and uneven and it wouldn’t take much for him to have an accident in his trousers! Stopping this, she undid his top button and the three smaller buttons where his zip would normally be and out popped his cock! It was quite a nice cock considering it was a Christian one; he had fathered three kids with his wife so it must work!

Oh my God I don’t believe this is happening! Please make Kenna stop my Lord, I’m your servant and a married family man! But I do fancy Kenna so much and she’s so sexy! And she has got hold of my cock! screamed Javid’s mind going into sexual overdrive. A pleasurable feeling filled his loins when his lady friend wanked him off, grabbing his six inch shaft tightly and really letting go on him.

“Oh Kenna I’ve wanted you to do that for so long! It feels so good...” he groaned closing his eyes.

“I knew you wanted me for this, not for a coffee,” laughed his sexy gothic pal, reaching over to kiss him once.

She continued to give him pleasure and tossed his cock off; she liked his blond pubes and smallish bell end. A smile like a cat with the cream appeared on her face, she giggled naughtily and commented, “It’s a good job you’ve got light coloured chinos on Javid.”

“Why is that Kenna? Oh, this feels so good,” asked the minister through half shut eyes.

“Coz when you spunk up on your pants, your wife won’t see the stains!” explained the witch, smiling and increasing the speed of her hand. She knew he was almost there. Bending over she kissed him and closed her eyes, her tongue brushing his lips, probing inside to taste his warm spit and meet his tongue. Kenna felt his tongue withdraw so she put hers all the way in and kissed him French style, long and passionate. In her mind she knew Javid had never been kissed like this before or tossed off so pleasurably.

“Oh, my wife! I forgot about her. You must stop!” uttered Javid panicking, thinking of his dear wife for the first time since this incident started.

“I’ll stop in a minute my friend; I know you’re nearly coming. You won’t be long now. Don’t think of your wife, think of me. Like you said you do when you wank yourself off and so think of me now. Come on big boy!” teased Kenna parting her lips from Javid briefly at his concern. Quickly she kissed him again and made sure he couldn’t escape.

“Oh, oh, oh my God! No, please stop. Oh Lord I’m coming. Oh Kenna what have you done? Oh, oh...” spluttered the man of God doing a very ungodly but natural thing. His cock exploded with white spunk, all over his bell end, on his expensive chino trousers and onto Kenna’s hand.

“See that was nice wasn’t it my love? Now you don’t have to do it yourself, I’ll do it for you anytime you want me to. Just text or call and I’ll be right here waiting for you. Don’t tell your dear wife now,” said the adulterous lady, smiling savagely. She kissed her neighbour one last time and then got up to get some tissue to clear up his little mess.

“I swear on the cross I won’t tell a soul, especially my loving wife. God knows what she’d say and do. She is your friend too. Would you really do it again Kenna? Do you mean that?” replied Javid not as worried now and planning more sexy meetings.

“As I said, call or text me and I’ll be here. Who knows what we’ll do next time?” smiled the gothic lady, her eyes flashing in joy and mischeviousness. Yes what would she do next to the innocent preacher man, thought Kenna cheekily.

“Bye for now,” said Javid leaving his friend and half drank cold coffee. He hoped his dear wife wouldn’t find out!

A month went by until their next encounter. His wife never found out, the minister was a bit quiet but finally a message came through on Kenna’s mobile phone. It read, “Hi Kenna I’m missing you. How have you been? I hope you don’t regret our bit of fun. I’d like to do it again, is that ok? Javid. Xxx”

She paused for a minute thinking what to do, whether to reply or leave it and make him wonder if she got the message and keep him hanging on. Fuck it! Deciding to reply, Kenna wanted her day livening up with some fun and her friend would do. It took her a minute to do a text and send it to him; his reply was even quicker and confirmed he’d be there in a bit. He must be in the area or at home. I’ll go and change into that sexy little PVC number that my penpal sent me and surprise Javid! decided Kenna going to get changed.

Javid replied to Kenna and left his home to go and see his friend, he told his wife he was going to change a few light bulbs for their neighbour and he wouldn’t be long. His wife nodded giving him permission to go while she made their evening meal. I wonder what Kenna will let me do to her this time? I’d love to see her naked and even make love to her, dreamed Javid walking up to her front door. He rapped on the letter box loudly and smiled when he saw her door open. What was she wearing? She looked wonderful! A true maiden of the night, a gothic princess in a black PVC outfit with lace across the front showing a lot of her boobs and her nice slim sensual figure. Looking down Javid saw her legs were bare and unshaven, with little blond hairs shining in the light, a stunning sight! He stepped past and entered paradise.

“You look a lovely gothic lady Kenna. May I congratulate you on how sexy and beautiful you look,” Javid whispered as her front door closed. He was stood so close to her that he was able to kiss her without moving his body; she kissed him back passionately.

Not saying a word just kissing her religious neighbour, Kenna felt her body coming alive. A fire she felt long dead was re-kindled, slowly she snogged her friend being drawn into a world of special intense feelings. Breaking their kiss she led him into the front room to the sofa, sitting down and drawing him down next to her. He sat and they kissed again, she lied back and he moved to be next to her embracing her tightly, she felt his hand on her legs caressing her thighs and moving up to her pussy. She didn’t stop him. We’ve come too far now and even if I wanted to stop I wouldn’t.

“My dear I love your legs, they’re perfect and wonderfully natural. I’m so glad you never shaved them, they feel so sexy,” muttered Javid overtaken by passion. Slowly he worked his hand up between her thighs and rubbed them, he was pleased to notice she moaned and her body shook. Further up he rubbed her cunt, feeling the bulge under the black shiny material.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop rubbing my fanny,” gasped Kenna, placing her hand upon his and showing where the buttons were on her PVC outfit that could be undone to show her pussy so she could be fingered.

“Oh my love let me undo your buttons. What is your pussy like?”

“Open them and you’ll soon find out.”

He struggled with the small silver buttons, at last managing to do it and reach her pussy. He looked at it and saw her labia (piss flaps, her pussy lips) nicely arranged and almost perfect. With one finger he prodded them and felt his way inside. My oh my, they’re lovely! My wives’ lips are all tattered and torn from having three kids, he thought in wonder. His finger probed into Kenna and her vagina, she was a wonderful thing and this was her most special area of her body. He wasn’t bothered he was sinning now, he was too far gone down that path.

“Kenna you have a nice fanny. Nice and tight. I like how you have a full bush of pubic hair,” gestured Javid lifting up the PVC outfit to see her pubes.

“Well I’m glad you like it. Stop looking and get on with fingering me,” laughed Kenna, placing her hand on his cock which was very hard now. She rubbed his dick and felt it twitch under his jeans, alive and wanting it.

“I love your touch my Kenna,” groaned Javid who was enjoying his private parts being rubbed by a gothic lady.

“I bet you do. You’re a big boy aren’t you?” replied Kenna increasing her hand actions, grasping and fondling knowing an orgasm would soon visit Javid and ruin his jeans.

“Oh do it like that, put two fingers up my cunt,” she instructed enjoying him playing with her pussy. She opened her legs wider allowing him to put two fingers up to play and finger her. He was quite good at this and obviously enjoyed doing it. She took care to make him cum now, rubbing the area where his bell end was in slow circular motions. It had the right result.

He screamed and struggled to breathe when he shot his load in his jeans. An ecstatic emotion filled his entire body, not the touch of God but the joy of forbidden lust. On and on his orgasm went lasting many seconds that seemed like hours. His vision blurred and he closed his eyes, doing his best to still finger Kenna and not let her down. Aware of her groans too, he guessed his hand actions were having an affect on his lady friend. Was she also near orgasm?

Feeling Javid’s two fingers work her pussy hitting her g-spot right on centre, she knew her orgasm was coming upon her. A pleasant feeling from far inside filled her body and her legs jerked when a spasm of joy whooshed through her. From nothing to full orgasm in three seconds, a dizzying sensation that had her shouting incomprehensible words and fighting for air. Her pleasure almost lasted forever while two fingers played with her pussy, fingering, caressing and giving pleasure and orgasm. Fucking hell, he did it. Made me cum! I never thought old Christian boy had it in him. He’s very good.

“Whoa Kenna you made me spunk up in my jeans and I gave you an orgasm. That was class! What good fun,” an out of breath Javid congratulated Kenna. He kissed her and placed a hand around her holding her close, his other was still inside her pussy.

“Nice and just right. To say you’ve not had much practise and that I only know it in theory, we did very well,” replied Kenna, in a break from kissing her lover.

“I can’t wait to make love to you, really Kenna. When can we do that?” he eagerly asked.

“Next time you call round here. Not today. We’ve had enough fun today. Go upstairs and clean yourself up so your wife doesn’t see what you’ve been doing,” she soothingly said.

“Okay. I don’t mind waiting to have you. I’ll go and clean my jeans and underwear. We can’t get found out,” he said getting up. Bending down to kiss Kenna, Javid went to her bathroom. He was sorely tempted to strip off naked and go downstairs to her so she could see him undressed and make love to him. Not wanting to offend her he didn’t; soon he was cleaned up and returned to her. She was still sat on the sofa.

“Give me a kiss and you can be going home. In a few weeks call me and we’ll meet and make love,” whispered Kenna, smiling at their conspiracy.

“Okay my dear,” Javid answered kissing his lady and then leaving her house.

Three weeks later Kenna’s phone rang. It was her Christian adulterer Javid. He asked, “Hi Kenna how are you? Is it okay for me to see you tonight so we can make love?”

“Yeah come on over for 7pm. I can’t wait to see you and do it,” confirmed Kenna. What fun it would be!

“Cool, see you later,” he said and hung up.

Javid knocked on her door and she opened it after a few seconds. He gasped when he saw what she was wearing; a red velvet dress tied around her neck and showing all her back and legs. And her body underneath!

“Holy cow! You look awesome,” he gasped.

“Thanks. Come on in,” she replied. Reaching out to take his hand Kenna led Javid to her bedroom, no question here about what was going to happen. Her son was out with his juvenile mates so they had time to whatever they wanted in bed.

“You’re keen,” commented Javid following his lover upstairs, getting a nice glimpse of her shapely thighs and pear shaped arse under her shot dress. He felt the start of an erection.

“You got that in one. I’ll show you how good I am in bed. I haven’t made love for ages but I know what to do,” replied Kenna with conviction.

In her room she stopped to face the church minister and embraced him hugging him tight. After a minute she kissed him French style with tongues; she thought he was a good kisser and doubted he ever had kissed his wife like this. Her hands felt his firm chest and back under his neat freshly ironed white shirt, she traced her finger around his left nipple and started to undo his shirt buttons. Slowly and methodically, popping each button revealing more of his nice hairy chest. She liked what she saw, very nice, it’s been so long since I saw a man’s bare chest.

Javid ran his hand through Kenna’s long hair which hung down past her shoulders, lovely long well cared for blond hair brushed straight. He kissed her again while she completed undoing his shirt. He let her carefully take it off, not to crease it and then hang it up on a coat hanger. He smiled at this, no way would his wife find out by any creases in his shirt.

“You’re very thorough doing that Kenna,” he said.

“Yes my love, your dear wife won’t find out then about our little affair,” she stated.

“Take off my dress,” told him stepping close to him again.

With grace and elegance befitting a man of God, Javid lifted up her hair to undo the Velcro fastener which held up her little dress. In a smooth action it was open and he carefully brought her dress down past her shoulders and breasts, exposing her attractive upper body and flesh. She was beautiful. He was quite taken aback and realised he was falling in love with Kenna, he would not deny his attraction for her or his own feelings to her anymore. Bending slightly he kissed her on her shoulders, feeling her move right to him so their bare flesh touched. She kissed his chest. He thought, that feels so good. What if we fall in love? Do I leave my church and my wife? Yes I would.

She walked over to her bed and he followed, lying down she lifted up her backside allowing Javid to remove her dress. He did this and placed her dress neatly by their side. She was totally naked underneath, no underwear, nothing. Moving up the bed Kenna embraced Javid when he kissed her on her face, her neck, shoulders and breasts. Feeling him suck and kiss her nipples was so sublime; a sensation of well being and happiness filled her every bit of her.

Moving lower Javid kissed and licked her bare flesh revelling in her natural smell, untainted by expensive or trendy female body sprays. She was a nice natural woman as Mother Nature intended her to be. He noticed her stomach was smooth and perfect, not at all spoiled by the birth of one child sixteen years ago. Kissing her belly he worked his way lower, bringing low murmurs from Kenna. Down to her pubic bush and her pussy, his favourite area on her body. She opened her legs to allow him to go down on her and bring her to orgasm with his tongue, a world of pleasure that words failed to describe. His tongue probed between her thighs, hovering on the outer edge of her cunt kissing her pussy lips. So very slowly he worked his way up to her clit kissing away, making her moan and sway her body slightly. When he licked her clit with his tongue she groaned and raised her hips into his face, he countered by licking even more firmly his tongue moving in speedy flicks starting off her orgasm.

This had not happened for many years and now it was, a dream come true for Kenna. Her original shyness was gone for good with Javid, he was great at going down on her; for an unknown amount of time he licked her pussy. She couldn’t keep still and moved her lower body in the thrill and anticipation of her lustful enjoyment. Starting to cum Kenna closed her eyes and held onto Javid’s short hair urging him on to bring her to climax, noticing how dedicated he was to pleasuring her.

When she came Javid was taken by surprise by her orgasm and pussy juice that flowed forth, he licked it like a man drinking the sweetest wine. He loved the taste of Kenna and redoubled his efforts while her gasps and screams endured and grew in intensity, finally she had cum and it was over. He stopped and kissed her stomach, working his way up again, past her breasts to her face where he kissed her on the lips. She didn’t stop or push him away; she was fine with tasting her own pussy juice. Now it was time for a cuddle, they would make love later on after enjoying one another’s intimate company.

Their cuddle over Kenna took the initiative and mounted Javid, his dick was still erect and his eyes followed her movements. Holding his cock she tossed him off and rubbed his bell end for a few seconds, then opened her legs and got into position to ride him. Carefully placing his medium size tool up her tight pussy, she eased him home and got used to the feeling of a dick being up her cunt. One she hadn’t felt for many years, too long! Now was the time for action; leaning back and holding onto his thighs she started to ride her neighbour. Slowly and carefully, it was like being a virgin again at thirty seven and not twenty one when she had born her son.

My God! I’m making love to Kenna, I don’t believe it! I finally got my wish, thank you Lord! prayed Javid in surprise and satisfaction. He enjoyed the feeling of his cock up Kenna, a nice tight sensation enclosing his man hood that had only ever been inside one other woman before, his wife. Variety was good and he was experiencing this now, with his new lover moving up and down on his dick. In his mind he saw images of Kenna as an angel holding out a hand and inviting him to heaven, to be together forever. This moment would stay with him forever, he was in heaven and it mattered more than his church, family or wife. Only the gentle gothic witch who slowly made love to him mattered, he wanted her for his wife but that wasn’t possible, was it? He gasped and groaned under the effort of making love, sensually and slowly, holding back his orgasm to endure this special moment. Their moment frozen in time.

“Oh my lover, dear Javid I never knew you would feel so good,” whispered Kenna.

“I love you, I love making love to you and I’m in love with you,” groaned Javid, reaching up to fondle her breasts. Both stood out like firm fresh sculptures made by an artist, wonderfully formed and shaped.

“Don’t stop feeling my tits. I love you doing that,” she commented.

He didn’t reply and moved his body in time with her, his orgasm was coming joining them together in this surreal special union of the witch and the minister. His balls bounced up and down when he increased his speed, he was spunking up! Pumping her faster and faster he felt his body become alive with tenderness and emotion, he screamed and held onto her waist when she went to full fucking speed, bouncing up and down giving it her all. Both of them came together joining their circle of lovemaking and swapping body fluids. That was pure heaven. I hope to get her pregnant so I can have a new family with her and spend the rest of my life with her, day dreamed Javid when his lover collapsed on top of him.

Finally their first session of making love was over. Kenna fell asleep happy and content next to Javid, not bothered about his wife, the church, her juvenile son or the outside world. All that mattered was this moment, right now. And of course, their other moments they would steal together, building something they would call their own. No one would take that from them, no mater what it cost. Fate worked in strange ways bringing people together, new lovers who fit together like a round shape in a round hole. Even if it meant living a lie, togetherness was achieved in their hearts and minds.