pillow
December 17, 2002, 10:19 PM
*A NIGHT ON THE PLAYING FIELDS*
[anyone else who reads this apart from the afformentioned parties qualifies as a grade A. pervert and will be subject to a sound beating with one wet plimsole]
hey nonny ninny scanned the horizon.
watching and smoking,
and watching,
and smoking.
grinding fag after fag
into muddy oblivion
on the rugby-pocked ground.
feeling a sinking sensation,
as his fancy new shoes,
gave up their fight
and oozed into the mire.
*sigh*
freezing in green polyester,
wondering,
how much longer to wait.
hoping the rough types were having a night in,
remembering
that the sports fields,
were beloved of local thugs
who often used them
as a chest-beating arena.
he felt a hand on his shoulder and squealed,
thinking some skinhead was after his spleen,
but it was only me:
head to toe in an enormous trench coat.
i had been observing him from the shrubs,
for several minutes.
''sorry,i had to work late.
been shovelling-out down at the lunatic asylum.
have you been waiting long?''
''only two and a half hours...''
this sends me blushing:
''oh dear...how can you ever forgive me? there must be a way...''
hey nonny ninny leans over and whispers something in my ear,
something that leaves me feeling hot allover,
and with nips that could cut glass.
''oooh,''i breath,''i think we can manage that.''
and so we walk.
looking for somewhere quiet and dry.
and the whole time,
all i can think of,
is how much i would like to...
i grab his sleeve and drag him round the back of the equipment-shed,
hoping to have him rough and ready,
flat out on the concrete,
between the brick wall and the tennis-court.
instead,
in my haste the trench coat catches on a nail...
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPP!
and tears in two,
falling...
folding around my naked ankles,
and there i am,
revealed in all my glory,
me without clothes...
''well i was saving that surprise for later but ill guess youll have to have it now...''
''thats fine'' grins hey nonny ninny,
stroking my stomach,
with just the tips of his fingers,
moving them down...
''i have a surprise of my own...''
i dont protest when he bends me over,
having felt it enough times in dreams,
[i fell out of bed twice]
and i wrap my fingers through the tennis-court mesh,
closing my eyes...
waiting,
listening to his jeans unzipping...
aching for it,
as i feel his arms wrap round my back...
wide to receive,
his thighs on the back of mine,
teasing with gentle nudgings,
and taking it slowly...
before he shoves...
and...
ooooooooooooh...
the relief of finally having it all.
hey nonny ninny grabs me by the shoulders,
pausing in his efforts,
looking down,
as i move my derriere,
in and out between his legs.
faster and faster,
a rush and a push...
and you know what happens nextdontyouohmygodpleasedontletmethinkofmymotherbe cuaseimgoingto....
goodnight hey nonny ninny.
i hope you get as much pleasure reading it,
as i did writing it.
[anyone else who reads this apart from the afformentioned parties qualifies as a grade A. pervert and will be subject to a sound beating with one wet plimsole]
hey nonny ninny scanned the horizon.
watching and smoking,
and watching,
and smoking.
grinding fag after fag
into muddy oblivion
on the rugby-pocked ground.
feeling a sinking sensation,
as his fancy new shoes,
gave up their fight
and oozed into the mire.
*sigh*
freezing in green polyester,
wondering,
how much longer to wait.
hoping the rough types were having a night in,
remembering
that the sports fields,
were beloved of local thugs
who often used them
as a chest-beating arena.
he felt a hand on his shoulder and squealed,
thinking some skinhead was after his spleen,
but it was only me:
head to toe in an enormous trench coat.
i had been observing him from the shrubs,
for several minutes.
''sorry,i had to work late.
been shovelling-out down at the lunatic asylum.
have you been waiting long?''
''only two and a half hours...''
this sends me blushing:
''oh dear...how can you ever forgive me? there must be a way...''
hey nonny ninny leans over and whispers something in my ear,
something that leaves me feeling hot allover,
and with nips that could cut glass.
''oooh,''i breath,''i think we can manage that.''
and so we walk.
looking for somewhere quiet and dry.
and the whole time,
all i can think of,
is how much i would like to...
i grab his sleeve and drag him round the back of the equipment-shed,
hoping to have him rough and ready,
flat out on the concrete,
between the brick wall and the tennis-court.
instead,
in my haste the trench coat catches on a nail...
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPP!
and tears in two,
falling...
folding around my naked ankles,
and there i am,
revealed in all my glory,
me without clothes...
''well i was saving that surprise for later but ill guess youll have to have it now...''
''thats fine'' grins hey nonny ninny,
stroking my stomach,
with just the tips of his fingers,
moving them down...
''i have a surprise of my own...''
i dont protest when he bends me over,
having felt it enough times in dreams,
[i fell out of bed twice]
and i wrap my fingers through the tennis-court mesh,
closing my eyes...
waiting,
listening to his jeans unzipping...
aching for it,
as i feel his arms wrap round my back...
wide to receive,
his thighs on the back of mine,
teasing with gentle nudgings,
and taking it slowly...
before he shoves...
and...
ooooooooooooh...
the relief of finally having it all.
hey nonny ninny grabs me by the shoulders,
pausing in his efforts,
looking down,
as i move my derriere,
in and out between his legs.
faster and faster,
a rush and a push...
and you know what happens nextdontyouohmygodpleasedontletmethinkofmymotherbe cuaseimgoingto....
goodnight hey nonny ninny.
i hope you get as much pleasure reading it,
as i did writing it.