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  1. It’s been a very, very long time since I played...but the opportunity arose and I just couldn’t resist. Astoundingly I managed to squeeze into it!
  2. Have just added a new, very different chapter to "In The Saddle". Any feedback greatly appreciated...it's incredibly difficult to write smut when you're asexual and have never felt or experienced such feelings, so I'm hoping it's not too cringey.

  3. Ok guys, apologies for the slight delay, I was toying with trying something a little bit different. Here goes… “J…jet. Oh Jet, how long have you b..been there?” Katie tripped over her words as she stumbled to make sense of everything, praying inwardly that he’d just turned the corner and hadn’t heard her confession out loud, her face beet red and an expression of abject mortification threatening to undermine her steely demeanour. Fixing Katie’s eyes in his own line of sight, and without uttering a sound, the powerful young man strode purposefully forward and took her in his arms firmly but without any trace of malice in his actions. Completely nonplussed, Katie did not resist his advances and allowed herself to be swept up in the most sensual hug, his roving hands moving up and down her body, caressing her slender, well toned figure and stimulating her every sense in a way she had never experienced before. “Oh Jet!” She moaned softly, losing herself in the moment and entirely forgetting her predicament. Had she been thinking straight, she’d have been doing everything she could to keep Jet away from her, despite his closeness being the thing she craved above all else, but her judgement was clouded by a mixture of lust and expectation. She felt out of control, but nothing about this was forced or welcome, it felt right, it felt perfect. Without warning, whilst running his powerful hands once more around her waist and massaging her soft stomach, Jet thrust both hands down, beyond the waistband of her jodhpurs and into…”Noooooo, Jet no, no!” She cried, horrified as she felt his fingers finding the warm moisture concealed within her pants for the first time and instinctively pulling back away from him, tears of shame once more spilling uncontrollably from her eyes, falling gracelessly down her blotched face. “I’ve…I didn’t…I’m….oh Jet, I’m not clean.” Breaking his silence for the first time since he’d appeared outside the stall, Jet muttered into Katie’s ear “How did you know?” His voice heavy with longing, with desire, with raw unbridled passion. And then, without waiting for an answer, he pushed her through the stable door and the pair fell lightly atop the hay and straw, Katie’s eyes wide with shock and wonder as her clothes were torn eagerly but gently from her body, Jet showering her body with kisses and nips of affection as he did so, leaving her clad only in her soaked underwear which he teased gently with his bared teeth, caressing her unkempt womanhood first with his hands and then his tongue, seeking and finding it’s mark as she cried out in ecstasy, having never experienced anything quite like this in her life. She’d never felt attraction, let alone passion, but right now she was Jet’s and his every move filled her with a burning joy and a depth of love she’d never appreciated was possible. “OH MY GOD JET. Yes. YEEEEEEESSSSSS!” Losing control of her emotions and her voice, Katie was unable to keep herself in check, unable to stop the shill screams and moans from ringing out around the stable block. She had no idea where this had come from, but she knew she never wanted it to end. Never. As their passion grew, both feeling the excitable giddiness of two lovestruck school kids experimenting for the first time despite their advancing years intermingled with a depth of love they’d never imagined could exist, they made the most passionate, caring love to each other, their natural instincts taking over and guiding them through what was, in truth, and entirely new experience for both of them, one that neither had ever expected, least of all tonight. As their energy waned, they held one another close, savouring every last moment and almost falling asleep as they shared a delicate embrace, the emotional explosion they’d both experienced haven drained them physically as well as mentally, As they lay together, gazing longingly into each others eyes, neither wanted this moment of perfection to end. “Katie…Katie my sweet, previous, beautiful girl. How on earth did you know?” __________________________________________________________________________________ I’ve absolutely no idea whether that will come across as intended, or like something out of a pantomime, but I’ve given it my best shot. It’s kinda tricky writing smut when you’ve never experienced any of the feelings or sensations you’re trying to portray, but I figured it’s probably what most of the audience here are looking for. Rest assured, if it works, this style or writing won’t stray into my other story as it would be entirely inappropriate there. I will stress that, being set in the UK, the age of consent here is 16 therefore whilst I’m sure Katie’s parents would have a fit (or would they? It seems they’re more bothered about cheap supermarket beer and trashy TV than their daughter…) this liaison and anything that may follow on from it is perfectly proper and legal. Honest criticism greatly appreciated.
  4. Part 3, Ch 6 for those interested. 😉

    Move from "In The Saddle" coming up next. 🙂

  5. Part 3 - Chapter 5 is now posted. 😉 

  6. It's up Quite a long one time too, although it is a bit of a re-cap in a way.
  7. As the news breaks that yet another "celebrity" (Caroline Flack) has lost their life in part as a result of the intense pressure of being in the media spotlight and the harsh treatment they've received at the hands of the press, with their every move and mistake being scrutinised, it begs the question how long can we allow the press to play the role of judge, jury and executioner? There's an argument that by being "famous" you're putting yourself in that spotlight and choosing to live your life in the glare of the cameras, and I guess it's true to an extent, but surely even the most "famous" have a right to privacy? The very same media who make so many people "famous" are also guilty of ruining or even in the extreme cases like this ending their lives, often because they've made a mistake, no longer fit the mould, or in some cases for seemingly no reason at all. Trial and death sentence by media. I can't help thinking that the press need to be held accountable for their actions, and owe a duty of care to those whose lives they decide to make the subject of intense speculation. To give a little context, in this particular case Caroline was a very high profile TV personality here in the UK. She was facing a criminal trial over a domestic assault incident, although the media had already played out the trial, decided on the guilty verdict and castigated her publicly - despite her partner/alleged victim standing by her. Despite having strongly held views around our Monarchy, all of this makes it even clearer to me why The Sussexes (Prince Harry and Meghan) have taken the decision they have to withdraw from public life - stripping out the "Royal" bit, they're effectively just celebrities like any other, and persecuted by the media in exactly the same way. Harry lost his own Mother as a result of the same press intrusion that he and his wife are now suffering, and deaths such as Caroline's show how the very real risk to anybody who the press decide are 'fare game'. Many children grow up answering the question "What do you want to be when you're older?" with "Famous." No, you really don't. Be anything but that. Give yourselves a chance at life. Sorry for my ramblings, but despite be knowing little about Caroline as I tend not to watch TV all that much, knowing the backstory and then hearing this news today really struck a chord with me. The media are a dangerous force indeed.
  8. I can't wait to read what I do with this story either! Just like with Lucy & co, there's no plan, I literally just sit down and let my fingers get on with it (steady now, dirty minded lot! haha) so it's a surprise to be when I read back what I've come up with. I can't see this turning into such an epic, but then again back in September I'd never have imagined that my other story would have exceeded 150,000 words, so anything's possible.
  9. Hands up, guilty as charged, I don't think I've ever actually been in a pool without peeing in it! I do remember on one occasion having been at a leisure centre and swimming/peeing in the pool before going for a sauna. I was so relaxed in the hot room that I totally peed in my shorts without even realising it - I think my body just associated wearing wet swim shorts with peeing (because I always do) and let go subconsciously. I recall having to stay in there for ages until the massive wet patch had dried up a bit, lest anybody should notice it happened to be exactly where my crotch had been.
  10. Glad you're still enjoying it @mikey mike. Hopefully Homework will get another chapter this evening too, fingers crossed!
  11. As she walked away across the yard toward the stable block, Katie’s mind was in turmoil, with so many conflicting emotions trying to fight their way to the surface and vying for her attention. Everything that had just happened with Jet was clouding her thoughts, but she couldn’t ignore the fact that she was crossing the yard almost bow-legged as a result of her accident, starting to shiver as the wetness took a hold and absolutely mortified that she’d disgraced herself so completely for the firs time in at least a decade. Right now, as much as she wanted to be with Jet, to explore the emotions she was feeling and to get to know him so much better, intimately perhaps, at the same time she wanted to be as far away from him as humanely possible. She just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry herself to sleep, to forget the horror of what had just happened, she wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. Despite her tough exterior, as she hobbled across the yard, poor Katie couldn’t stop the steady stream of silent tears from cascading down her cheeks,. Jet was besotted, absolutely smitten by this young beauty who had unexpected ridden into his life and he practically danced around the tack room as he finished tidying up, hanging Lucy’s saddle and reins in their place and mopping the tiled floor with a spring in his step which he’d never felt before. When he’d first approached the livery manager that afternoon asking for a few shifts to help support himself whilst they were in town, never in a million years did he expect anything like this to happen. He’d never believed in love at first sight, hell he wasn’t really sure he believed in love at all, perhaps because they were so nomadic that he’d never been settled anywhere long enough to build strong bonds with anybody before. He just ambled through life, more at one with the animals and nature than other people who often seemed so self-absorbed and destructive, so unlike Katie. Something troubled him, however, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it, try as he might. Katie was clearly so headstrong, so independent, and that’s perhaps why he felt such kinship with her. He could tell that, like him, she made her own way in life, followed her own rules and had an ingrained determination to succeed, perhaps similarly to him because their circumstances had forced them to develop such a resilience if they were ever going to get anywhere in life. All of this was at odds, however, with the vulnerability he had sensed after she’d come out of the bathroom. It was as though her resolve had crumbled, she’d almost regressed into a much younger, less fiercely independent version of herself, and he couldn’t quite understand what had caused it. Clearly when she’d ridden back into the yard she was in quite some distress, that was evident from her voice and the way she had bolted as soon as he’d taken Spirit’s reins from her, and he’d been fearful that she’d perhaps taken a bad fall or otherwise hurt herself, although having seen her afterwards that didn’t seem to fit, she’d looked very uncomfortable but not badly injured. Perhaps it was just that she’d desperately needed to use the toilet? He wasn’t sure though - surely being a rider, and outdoors type like him, she could have taken care of that whilst out on the moors? Yes it would be a little more tricky for a girl, but plenty of the traveller women managed it without issue. Besides, even if she wasn’t comfortable being quite so ‘at one’ with nature, it’s not that she was a young child, a need to pee couldn’t possibly have caused her such distress, could it? Hurrying to lock up the tack room, he quickly followed the path Katie had so recently trodden, seeking out the faint glow of the stable block lights, hoping to continue their moment of intimacy and perhaps find answers to his many questions, and at the very least to firm up their plans to meet again tomorrow. Besides, he couldn’t leave without saying goodbye, he had the yard keys in his pocket! Taking sanctuary in Spirit’s stable stall, Katie patted and comforted him before crumpling into a heap against the wooden divider, broken and distraught. “Oh Spirit, how on earth do I get out of this God awful mess? Why did I have to wet my pants like a preschooler in front of the most gorgeous man I’ve ever met? How can I go home and face my folks like this? Why doesn’t anything ever go right for me? Why, why why?” Wild, wintery winds were now howling across the livery yard, channelled through the valley, it sounded like a storm was brewing and Katie knew she had a long, soggy, uncomfortable walk home ahead of her. Beginning to regain some composure, and realising that the longer she stayed the worst her journey home would likely be, the girl pulled herself up and dusted herself down, cringing as the cold wet fabric of her jodhpurs was pushed up against her skin, reminding her once more of her humiliating situation. As she reached across to turn out the stable light before bolting the door closed, she spotted Jet leaning against the outside of the stall, a nervous, worried expression etched across his rugged feature. How long had he been there? Had he heard what she’d said? Please no! Please…
  12. Wow, seems I got a bit carried away with that one! Memo to self, don’t try to write when high, it ends up quite descriptive and flowery but doesn’t really say a lot does it? Ah well, I can’t deny it was fun, although it did take about 3x as long to write as normal because I couldn’t focus. Even without chemical assistance this still doesn’t flow anything like as naturally as The Forgotten Homework for me, but I’ll persevere. Off to add a bit more to Lucy and co first I think though, I’m not sure where either of them are going yet but have little doubt they’ll find their own paths as usual!
  13. That Focus estate that only cost me a couple of hundred quid? Yeah, well the less said about that the better really, haha. Had the PAS system all renewed as I mentioned, only for it to fail once again quite spectacularly by throwing all of it's fluid across the road. The new pump had failed too! On top of some other issues, it wasn't worth throwing any more money at. So that one went off to the great scrapyard in the sky too, to be replaced by a cheap Fiesta. Fast forward less than 7 weeks...and the Fiesta failed it's MOT test (annual safety inspection for those not in the UK) on a couple of trivial things and also an ABS system fault. This proved uneconomical to repair quickly - it could have been done in a day or two at more than double the value of the car, or for a fraction of that but with a week downtime in-between. As I need to be mobile for work, and could't afford to pay the eyewatering cost of a quick fix, I had to swap cars yet again, this time to a Ford StretKa. Nice for the summer with the droptop, but not at all practical as a working vehicle! Ah well, touch wood no costly repairs so far which is pretty good going for me, although I've only had it 48hrs so that's really not saying much!
  14. Ok so hands up, I've rather "overindulged" whilst writing this, partly in the hope that it would help me get my mind into the right place, but it may mean that what I've written makes no sense at all. That being the case, it may disappear again tomorrow for a redraft, but on the other hand it could turn out to be a work of literary genius. We shall see. “J…jus…just a minute. I’ll be out in a sec.” Katie called, hurriedly pulling her soggy undies and jodhpurs back up, wincing as the saturated fabric found its place and quickly glancing down to triple check that the outside of her pants didn’t show any trace of her shame. Satisfied as she could be given the horrible circumstances she found herself in, the young girl splashed her face to wash away the tears - never mind seeing her have an accident, nobody at the yard had ever seen her cry before as far as she could remember, and her strong and unshakable image was something she was keen to keep hold of for it had served her well. “Katie is everything ok?” Jet’s deep, rasping voice came through the door, tinged with genuine concern for her wellbeing. She’d seemed genuinely distressed out on the yard, and he was worried that she’d had a fall or some other terrible accident whilst out for her ride. Turning to flush the barely used toilet, and setting her face with an expression she hoped hid her upset and conveyed the independence she was so known for, Katie stepped forward and grabbed hold of the door handle, throwing it open purposefully and striding out to greet Jet and thank him for taking care of Spirit. She hoped she could brazen this out, but it would mean thinking on her feet for she had no plan or idea how the young man would react, what he had noticed or even really what he was like. “Jet, hey, thanks for grabbing Spirit for me back there, I just needed to…y’know…well, um…” She started out well, headstrong as ever, but Katie found herself faltering as her eyes met Jet’s and saw the deep concern and compassion within them. She wasn’t used to people giving a shit about her, nobody ever did, she’d always been one to look out for herself and take care of whatever she came up against. Now the look Jet was giving her swept her legs out from under her, left her completely disarmed, stuttering and stumbling over her words, her resolve broken and she found herself blinking back yet more tears. Who was this man who could do this to her? Seeing that she was struggling and wanting her to know that everything was going to be ok, Jet stepped forward and reached an arm around the young girls shoulders, drawing her into a warm and friendly embrace. He was conscious of not overstepping the mark, respecting her space and the fact that he was a relative stranger, but at the same time feeling compelled to comfort her in her time of need. Initially he was met with resistance, a tenseness and strength which belied her slight frame, but almost as soon as he took hold of her he felt the tension ebb away and she melted lightly into him, sighing deeply, as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders. “Katie, whatever it is that’s gotten you so worked up really isn’t worth all of that upset. It really doesn’t matter. There’s no need to say anything, just calm yourself down. We can talk later, or never at all, that’s up to you. So long as you’re not hurt?” Jet’s words soothed over Katie, and she soon felt the last of her fight leaving her. “Well, thanks Jet.” She murmured, Blushing at their closeness and sure that he will feel and likely smell her accident even if by her great fortune he couldn’t see the evidence of it. She may have been wrong footed by his caring nature, may have let her guard down a little more than she ever had before, but she was still feeling utterly humiliated by what had happened to her tonight, mortified beyond belief that it had happened in front of this handsome young stranger and distraught at the idea of him or anybody else finding out. “I…well, is Spirit Ok? Is Nancy still here? I, kinda, lost track of time out there, but I really needed to see her before she went.” Smiling at the independence shining through Katie, Jet hurriedly reassured her that Spirit was absolutely fine, bedded down in his stable with his tack hanging up ready for her and that Nancy had to shoot off, but would call her the next day to talk through everything . She’d left a set of keys with Jet for her, which he fished out of his pocket and held out for her to take, and hadn’t seemed annoyed, more amused at how often Katie lost herself in the ride completely, as although this could be inconvenient and frustrating at times it showed just how committed to Spirit and to her craft the girl had become. Thanking Jet again, Katie hurriedly made her excuses that she needed to hurry through her jobs and get home before shuffling self-consciously from the room, leaving a bewildered Jet in her wake who was trying to get his head around the whirlwind of emotions he’d just witnesses in Katie and experienced himself. “I’ll tidy up down here and then bring the keys over to you.” He called after her, spotting the bunch she’d just taken from him on the bench where she’d been stood, secretly glad for a chance to say a proper goodbye. “Give me 5 minutes, ok?”. As she walked away, Jet looked the retreating figure up and down, his eyes playing tricks on him or so he thought.
  15. Having broken my 5 month hiatus with The Forgotten Homework in an effort to rekindle my passion for writing fiction, I'm tempted to take another look at this - it was left on rather a cliffhanger after all. Would there be any appetite for this story to continue?
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