The Bridge Of Shame

Soldier's Pledge

2007-02-20T06:41:00.000-08:00

Oh lady please hear me

As I go into the snow

Won’t you forgive me?

You know I must go

You say I don’t love you

You know that’s untrue

From the moment I met you

My breath has been for you

My future’s not mine

You knew from the start

So come now and kiss me

On the day that we part

Even though I am called

My fortune to find

All my hopes and dreams

I leave with you behind

I’ve loved you in the morning

I’ve loved you from the start

You are my heart’s desire

But this day we must part

So come now and kiss me

Show that you care

And when you least expect it

You’ll find me standing there

Listen for my footsteps

Upon the morning dew

Soon I’ll be returning

Coming home to you

The Bathroom

2007-02-18T14:06:00.001-08:00

They were entwined together for a long time their fingers exploring as if not quite believing the other was there. Take your hand away and it may be just a dream.

“Well you look a sight for sore eyes, so must I! Time to clean ourselves up!

With that he got up and stood beside her. He reached over and she felts his arms slide underneath her.

She gasped as he lifted her into the air and brought her fluidly towards his chest in one motion. As she revelled in his calm muscularity and the smell of his body he walked to what she assumed was the bathroom. He walked into the bath and descended some steps as she felt her naked body immersed in warm luxuriance. The water smelt of costly oils and she knew she was going to enjoy this.

For a long moment he stood there with her clutched tightly to his chest as her body acclimatised to its new environment. She then felt him sit down with her lying prone across him. His warm palms brushed her breasts and her nipples sprang awake at his touch. From somewhere he found soap and gently and very slowly, lovingly even, he cleansed her body of the feast from which she had supped.

First he caressed the beauty that was her breasts. His soapy fingers fondled every fold, every contour, every nuance of her boobs as he cleansed them. She smiled secretly as she realised that he was following her daily routine. Boy he had done his homework on her. She liked the idea of that.

Her nipples followed and he took his time there. She felt them become rock hard again as he massaged them expertly between his fingers and just when she ached for them to be kissed she felt his lips enclose first left then right. Boy this guy was good. It was as if he could read her …!

He chuckled.

She relaxed deeper into his arms and let the feeling build within her. Tactile at her breast but entirely cerebral in effect, she felt herself opening up – now if only she could feel his fingers inside her -… as his fingers teased their way into her.

His lips continued to suckle at her breast as his fingers pleasured her elsewhere whilst his other hand moved down her torso and into her pubic hair finding a welcome there.

Slowly, slowly her pleasure grew and her pores began to tingle as her orgasms began to gather apace. It is an often-held fact that women cannot have two different orgasms at the same time. Because it is difficult doesn’t mean it cannot be done and once attempted it becomes easier and very much appreciated.

So with that philosophy being executed to perfection it was of no surprise that both orgasms hit her from different directions at the same time and she was consumed with a tsunami of pleasure rising higher and higher until finally it peaked and she slumped again onto his arms. “Again” she whispered.

He chuckled again. “Of course but first I must finish your cleansing” and he turned her over and whilst supporting her face above the water started to clean her delicious buttocks.

“But I was on my back. My bottom was not exposed.”

“So you wish I should stop then?”

She felt his hands on her and reconsidered her position. Bending forward she thrust herself further towards him.

“Now you mention it I do believe my bottom is in dire need of attention and I feel you must take all the time you need making it clean …”

But Why Do You Love Me

2007-02-16T02:51:00.000-08:00

But why do you love me?

Why not another, I don’t see

There’s no rhyme nor reason

Like the changing of the season

Love was, is and ever will be

That’s what your love means to me

But should I falter in my stride

And from your side I try to hide

Then you’ll know my love has gone

And I now sing another’s song

But that won’t happen in this life

In this tale of tears and strife

There has to be both honesty and truth

Dim divorced from fickle youth

So to one to all from me to you

My darling friend I love you.

Dinner Is Served

2007-02-14T04:00:00.001-08:00

So there she lay for how long she was never afterwards to know. Naked, blindfolded and manacled. She tried to order her mind in her personal darkness. This was so out of character for her but nevertheless she was enjoying this sense of hopelessness, the total control that this man seemed to have over her. Indeed she relished it, yearned for it, needed it. How could it happen that a normal, sensible, orderly woman could in so little time find herself in this position and be loving it so much.

Anything could happen now and probably would and as she thought about what might happen she felt her body reawaken, moving from closed bud to full bloom in her … need. Oh yes she was loving this and loving it big time. And so to the ether she made the vow that changed her life forever.

‘Bring it on my daemon lover, anything you want to do I’ll be ready for you! You’ll find I’ll match you stroke for stroke, orgasm for orgasm and I’ll laugh with you and love with you and we will never be apart!’

And from close by a voice answered ‘I’m so glad you said that because you and I have many rivers to cross before our journey is done but that’s for later. I was wholly responsible for taking you away from a particularly fine dinner so I thought I would make it up to you and have brought dinner to you in recompense. Unfortunately the catering facilities are closed so we’ll have to make do with what I could lay my hands on – and he stroked her supine form. In my haste I have forgotten certain things like cutlery and plates and tablecloth and as you are fettered you cannot feed yourself. I wonder how we will manage? Let’s see shall we? Oh nearly forgot; I remembered the ice’

She soon found there was no need for a tablecloth; her naked body served just as well and plates were superfluous too as she felt herself being covered by what he had brought with him. This was to be a work of art so he took his time as he meticulously placed piece by piece upon her as she shivered in anticipation.

And then after an interval that seemed to last forever she found why cutlery was unnecessary as she felt his lips touch her bare flesh and pick up something. Then she felt those lips kiss her and as she opened to accommodate his tongue the fruit was transferred into her mouth.

And as he returned again and again to her torso the very idea of it made her wetter and wetter and she knew she must have him before too long . And then she felt the ice touch her nipples and felt them become painful in their tumescence. She needed them kissed. She needed them sucked. She needed them inside his mouth – now!!

But still he built her higher and higher until she could take no more and began to writhe and thrash in her frustration and then and only then when she truly needed him did she feel his manhood upon her body as he explored her wetness with the tip and gently parted her sex as he slowly entered her until she could take no more.

And there at that moment they truly became joined as lovers, as friends, as questors. One and one became one not two and they both recognised this as they rode each other like the wind until at last they lay spent together, her bonds no longer necessary. She was going nowhere.

After a time he left her side and said ‘Time to get freshened up in The Bathroom.’y.

Gather Round People

2007-02-13T05:41:00.000-08:00

Gather round people

Come sit by my knee

As I tell you a tale

About sweet Katy McFee

Well Katy is gorgeous

And Katy is kind

If she ever forgets you

You never would mind

Everyone loves her

She’s the pride of the land

She has everyone eating

From the palm of her hand

Never a bad word

Is said about her

Not ever a slander

Narry a slur

Does she exist?

I hear you opine.

This sweet friend I know

This woman so fine

Well let me just say

And I swear that it’s true

I know of one such

And she’s standing by you

The Bedroom

2007-02-12T03:13:00.000-08:00

As she awoke in her bedroom she remembered this wonderful dream in which this man had looked deep into her soul and made her body explode.

Regretfully it was only a dream but a very vivid one. If she could always dream like that now she would be contented.

She stretched and opened her eyes and found she could do neither. She was blindfolded and her wrists were fettered. She tried her legs and found they were bound too.

As panic set in she heard. a chuckle and for some reason she found herself reassured. It hadn’t been a dream! Her body tensed as she realised she was totally naked, exposed … and loving it!

Suddenly she felt a tongue lick her perineum and meander slowly up to her clitoris finding many choice delicacies to savour on the way and a thrill coursed through her.

She felt a surge of disappointment as his tongue withdrew but after a long interval charged with emotion his lips enwrapped her left nipple coaxing it into full bloom. Again he withdrew but instead of disappointment she felt a thrill of exhilaration. This was fun!

As she felt his tongue gliding on her neck her exhilaration turned to desire and her body began to respond. This could not be happening to her - not her - this was the stuff of dreams! But it was all too real and tears of happiness fell from her eyes – which he kissed tenderly. This was no rough indelicate youth – this was a Master at work.

Time and again he visited and revisited her body, her neck, her face, her eyes, her lips, her lobes planting delicate kisses thereupon … and then down to her breasts sucking her nipples slowly, surely, languidly; his tongue guiding them into his mouth where they were savoured joyously as was right and proper.

She felt him leave her nipples and then his tongue began to caress her areoles encircling and tickling them so that she shivered and giggled.

Her breasts were next. By the time his tongue had left them every inch had been explored and they felt both loved and worthy – as they were.

As the seconds, minutes, hours passed (time meant nothing) he moved down her abdomen nearer and nearer to her sex which lay open and exposed before his gaze. In these bonds he could do anything he wanted with her … and what he wanted she wanted too.

He reached her pubis and instead of passing on by his fingers lingered, luxuriating in her femininity and feel of her fine blonde hair. His tongue teased the smooth skin beneath before finally and inexorably she felt his tongue move down. As she waited for the moment her back arched to present herself to him and she felt his tongue penetrate her.

Even though it had been building up to this a shock rushed through her whole body as his tongue slid in and out of her time and time again and she felt the orgasm that had been building within rush to the surface in a tidal wave of pleasure.

But his tongue never stopped. He kissed her inner and outer lips before fastening upon her clitoris. He was an expert and as she relaxed her body she thrust herself deeper towards his questing tongue. Up and down round and round harder and softer he brought her to a crescendo and she shouted her pleasure before sinking to the bed again.

For a long moment all was calm and still. All she could hear was the sound of her breathing and she feared he had left her manacled and blindfolded for the staff to find her.

Then she felt the bed give beneath his weight and his hands slide underneath her and cup her buttocks. He lifted her up until she felt his penis brush her vulva. My god he was enormous!

With more delicacy she had been used to in her past he entered her slowly but surely until he was fully immersed inside her. She relaxed her vaginal walls to accommodate him and felt her whole being suffuse with light as he began to pleasure her … and him.

She wished she could wrap her legs round his waist to deepen his penetration but that wasn’t this night’s game. Time and time again he thrust within her gripping her bottom tightly to bring her up to him. His hands moved along her flanks and up to her breasts which he caressed with the back s of his hands as he rotated himself within her building her to a level she had never known before.

At last they reached the point of no return and as he erupted within her she shouted her desire. She wanted more of this, this made her feel worthy. No she was worthy; she deserved this!

And as she thought this he laughed in return, a joyous sound redolent of trees and woods and horses and … unreachable stars!

“All in good time,” a deep voice spoke. Then he was gone leaving her blindfolded and manacled but sated and incredibly happy.

A Friend Is

2007-02-09T00:58:00.000-08:00

A friend is more than someone who wipes
Away your tears whenever you are sad.
A friend is more than the one you call
When life makes you feel so mad.

A friend does not have to be the one
With whom you live each weekend,
Someone who lives so far away
Or almost round the bend.

A friend can be the one with whom
You share but a single moment,
Yet it was just for that
They were heaven sent.

Friendship does not have to
Be built up over many years
It, like love, sometimes
Just appears.

So always please remember
With each person you relate
They’ve potential to be someone
Exceptional and truly great.

Try not to judge those who
Don't seem to be your "type,"
Because their personality,
May just fit yours truly right.

So be mindful of who does stand before you
For he isn't what he seems
And when he, weeping, walks away
You’ll have lost far more than just your dreams

In fairness some of this will be familiar from an internet poem. I saw it and felt the verses must die. The structure still remains.

The Beginning

2007-02-08T02:16:00.000-08:00

You are warned this is the start of the Universal Story all the parts of which are demonstrably OVER 18.

If you are offended by sensuality then please read no further:

As she lay relaxing in her bath she contemplated the turn of events that had brought her to this strange city.

There she had been enjoying her life of self-imposed solitude when through her letterbox had fallen something that had piqued her curiosity. An invitation to attend a party; tonight, here in London. But not an invitation; more of a command.

She had always thought of herself as a balanced and level-headed sort of girl not given to wild impulses but as she read the invitation a thrill seemed to course through her body, her nipples suddenly awoke and a warmth spread between her legs.

Of course there was no way she was going to go but the more she read it again and again the more it intrigued her and the more she found her fingers straying to herself and weak-kneed she made her way to her bedroom and lay on her bed.

There she touched herself through her clothing in ways she only knew but always hoped someone would. No good she thought and slowly removed first her silk shirt and then her velvet skirt easing the last over her pert bottom leaving herself in her bra, pants and stockings.

She unfastened her bra from which tumbled her more than ample bosom. That certainly had been a surprise the day those grew. As she caressed her breasts with the fingers of her left hand her right danced their way slowly down herself finally reaching her pants where they slowly began to circle herself through the silken fabric and then down to caress her legs through her stockings and up again to her sex.

As her fingers began to slide slowly into her panties she got the distinct impression she was being watched but not in a peeping tom sort of way but in a delighted way that was both sensual and highly erotic … and welcome.

She eased her panties from herself and lay naked except for her stockings. As she felt unseen eyes on her she spread her legs wide and lifted her knees as if she was playing with herself for someone else’s pleasure as well her own.

Slowly, slowly she encircled herself and licking her fingers she gently eased her fingers into herself rejoicing in the feel of herself pushing in and out with her urgency. Finally she moved to her love button. It had been so long why had she not done so before? Maybe she needed her imaginary admirer to give her the impetus.

It was slow when it came but fiery hot in its intensity. All her pores tingled and a fire lit in her brain. As she bucked she could have sworn she heard a chuckle.

Exhausted she lay on the bed caressing her body; checking to see whether this hadn’t been a dream. No it was real! But she didn’t do this. Admittedly in the full bloom of puberty there’d been many a self-exploration but now? This was not in character but … for goodness sake she had enjoyed it! And wherever she was leading herself she wanted more … much more!

The next few days passed in a whirl with her debating whether to go but what finally clinched it was the envelope with the hotel room key in it. ‘Whoever is organising this is going to great lengths to get me there’, she thought.

On the day she prepared an overnight case having spent hours selecting her clothes, underwear, jewellery, perfume, footwear etc and reselecting them again and again.

As she prepared to leave there was a knock on the door. The cab! But when she opened the door a Bentley was parked and a driver silently took her suitcase and handed her into the open door. The suitcase he put in the boot and silently he drove to her hotel in London. She was greeted at the door and shown to her room where she inserted her key and closed the door.

She looked in awe at what she saw before her. An enormous canopied with rose petals strewn upon the counterpane. She helped herself to the bar; she had been informed that all was paid for and she was to stint on nothing.

In wonder she walked to the bathroom and saw an enormous sunken bath large enough for an army and she rushed to the bedroom and stripped off her clothes as her bath ran.

She walked slowly and sinuously towards the bathroom as she inspected her nakedness in the mirrors which encircled the room. Yes great body, she thought. Breasts that men would die for, a bottom which turned heads wherever she went and legs that went right up to her … well she’d never had any complaints on that score. Yep, she was blooming fab – if she said so herself.

Tying her blonde hair into a loose chignon she eased herself into her bath and there she lazed for a long while soaping herself with a large sponge from time to time. Finally she climbed out and wrapped herself in a towel.

Then she sat at the dressing table and moisturised herself paying particular attention to her breasts. Wouldn’t do for them to fall off from neglect. Where would she be then?

Then she applied her makeup. Not too much but enough and then she walked to her clothes and slowly stepped into her silk pants, followed by her matching bra. She lifted her leg onto the chair and slowly rolled her stocking up her leg fastening it at the top and then the other. Next she put on her shoes, those ankle strappy ones that people seemed to like and stood and inspected herself finding she was actually really enjoying this.

Finally she put on the dress she had finally chosen, the velvet wraparound one with the neckline. Baby when you’re stacked like you are there’s no getting away from them so why bother trying.

At the appointed time the phone rang and she made her way to the lobby where her driver awaited and he drove her to the party.

The house was located in a very swish neighbourhood and it was with a great deal of apprehension that she presented herself at the door. Surely they’d call her bluff and refuse her entry, but no she was welcomed in with great friendliness so somewhat mollified she walked into the room.

The conversation stopped as she walked in and all turned towards her but they all smiled and beckoned her towards them.

“So you came at last? He will be so pleased. He has awaited your coming with much impatience!”

She was about to ask who they were talking about when in he came. Dressed top to toe in back, as she was, he immediately sought her gaze. As he turned towards her she shouted out “You! It was you who watched me in my bedroom as I …”

He finally turned towards her and as their eyes locked she knew why she’d come to this place and why she wouldn’t be going home just before her body arched and she felt her entirety explode into a crescendo of multiple orgasms.

He knelt down and picked her supine body from the floor as it quivered in diminuendo orgasmo.

Reasons To Be Cheerful

2007-02-07T09:47:00.000-08:00

So here I am at my very first post on a new Blog.

I am intensely proud of my writings having been asked by someone who wishes to remain nameless.

This is not because she has two heads, it's because she wishes to remain anonymous and I will respect that as will you.

So why have I called my Blog The Bridge Of Shame? Well some close to me do not like what I write. They denigrate my efforts but I will not be diverted, I will not cross The Bridge Of Shame.

As it's my first post some poetry for you:

Warm And Tender Love

I don't know how she found me
My darling dearest one
But I knew my past was over
And my future had begun

Sir, she said, I'll love you
Until the end of time
But how will you convince me
That truly you'll be mine?

'I'll love you in the morning
I'll love you noon and night
With my arms around you
I will take away your fright

And if you swear I'll fit you
Like a hand within your glove
I'll come and enfold you
In my warm and tender love.'

Then I took her in my arms
And with me she did lay
And she showed me all her charms
And never did I stray (Oh no)

But oftentimes she’d ask me
Whether always I'd be true
I'd turn to her my eyes to see
All sudden filled with dew

'But I've loved you in the morning
I've loved you noon and night
With my arms around you
I did take away your fright

And as you swore I'd fit you
Like my hand within your glove
I came and enfolded you
In my warm and tender love.'

Now listen to me brothers
For you should plainly see
The way to keep your woman keen
Is total honesty

And if you want to keep her true
And never to go wrong
All you ever have to do
Is live and breathe this song

No matter what you hear
You’ll always find me near

No matter what you see
Right here is where I’ll be

No matter what you smell
The rest can go to hell

No matter what you say
There’ll always be a day

No matter what you sing
Oh ring a ding ding

'I'll love you in the morning
I'll love you noon and night
With my arms around you
I will take away your fright

And if you swear I'll fit you
Like a hand within your glove
I'll come and enfold you
In my warm and tender love.’