Easter tale

I remember when the Gibson’s moved in next door, I must have been about eight. They weren’t that old but when you’re little anything over twenty is old.
I can remember hearing mum say they were newly weds and it would be nice to have little kids in the neighbourhood.

To me Mrs Gibson was the most beautiful lady in the world, even at eight, but this might have been influenced by the special treats she made at Christmas and the Easter egg hunt she used to organise every year. Being the oldest of five I was the first to learn the truth about Santa and the bunny so she would conscript my help.

I’m sure I was her favourite, and it took the pressure off Mum her going all this.

I was wondering when her own kids were going to start arriving and when I was twelve I asked her. She started crying and I didn’t know whether to run away or hug her. Surprisingly I did the latter and as she calmed down she explained that she and Mister Gibson were unable to have children.

It hurt me to see my beautiful Mrs Gibson so sad and I told her she was like a second mother to me.

“Oh Danny, that’s so sweet” she’d hugged me tight and it felt so good.

Growing older I stopped going over as much when football and girls came into the scene but we’d always stop and talk when we did see each other. She still had her lovely blonde hair but looked tired when we spoke just before I left for college.

“Are you okay Mrs G?” I’d asked and had received a smile.

“I’ll be fine Danny, and please, you’re eighteen now, call me Dawn.”

“Ok Dawn, look after yourself, I’ll see you when I come home at Christmas.”

“Make sure you do” she’d hugged me and this time it was still nice but felt a lot different than when I was twelve.

Christmas I’d seen her briefly but mum had warned me things weren’t too good in the Gibson house. Dawns parents were there trying to help and the one time we’d got a chance to talk she wasn’t alone. She looked even more tired and I could see the stress was taking its toll.

Just after New Years Mum messaged me that Mister Gibson had moved out. I wasn’t totally shocked but was worried. I had Dawns number but was hesitant to call so sent a text asking how she was.

She replied, telling me she would be ok, that she would call me when she felt up to talking.

The next couple of weeks I heard nothing and as Valentine’s Day approached I decided to do something nice, hoping it didn’t upset her. I gave up a night out and used the money to send some roses, thanking her for being so nice and telling her I’d be thinking of her.

I was surprised later in the day when a picture arrived of her holding the roses, hair glowing, red lips smiling.

“Thank you Danny xxx your valentine”

Two days later she called me and we talked for two hours. She said my roses had made her get dressed up for the first time in weeks to take the picture. I can’t even remember what else we talked about, although she was pleased her husband had left. The last couple of years things had been bad.

We started talking or messaging every few days and so she made an effort I made her send a picture every week of herself looking nice. I’m sure she took it as a challenge and I noticed each weeks picture got a little bit sexier.

I was planning on coming home for Easter and when I told her she got excited.

“I could sure do with a Danny hug”

I thought of how she’d looked in her last picture, a little red dress barely covering everything and joked that if she wore that dress it would be a super hug indeed. The next picture she sent was the same dress but showing even a little more cleavage.

“I’m ready” was all the message said.

The next week I arrived home for Easter and the first thing I noticed was Dawns lawns needed mowing. When I commented to mum she told me that my little brother had offered but that Mrs Gibson had said she’d wait till you got home.

“She went through a real bad patch just after he left” she confided, “but the last few weeks she looks a lot better.”

I sent a a quick message to see if she was home and got an instant reply, saying she was and had been waiting to hear from me since she’d seen me arrive.

I messaged back I’d be there in an hour and caught up with my other siblings, then excused myself to go and check on next doors lawns.

Truthfully, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but a nervous tingling let me know what I hoped.

The door opened as soon as I knocked, and I couldn’t see anyone but instantly freshly applied perfume teased my nose. I stepped in and the door shut, there she was.

Blonde hair, big smile, and that red dress. I just stared.

“Danny? Are you ok? Oh god, I’ve made a fool of….”

I didn’t let her finish, stepping in and taking her in my arms, silencing her with my lips.

“You look so beautiful” I said when we broke apart.

“.Oh Danny, you say the nicest things” she stepped in and hugged me again, but this hug was the most memorable, her body pressed tight against mine, lips finding mine.

We kissed our way to her bedroom and by the time she pushed me back on the bed her dress and my shirt was gone and she knelt down to pull off my trousers.

“Mmmmm just what I wanted to see” she giggled as my already hard cock sprung free, “I’ve dreamed of this baby.”

“Oh god” I gasped as she pressed her mouth over me, this had been my dreams too, and I moved again as she took me in deep. I’d never felt anything like this and she pulled back, gripping my balls, smiling.

“Move up the bed, quick” she ordered and I slid up, watching as she climbed on top of me, lowering herself down. “Let me.” With that she leans forward, her breasts pushing into me as we kissed, riding me hard, plunging down on me until I couldn’t hold any longer.

“Yessss Dawn, I’m cumming” I warned her, waiting for her to dismount but instead she pressed herself down harder, locking me in until I exploded inside her, working me as she took every last drop then dropped onto my chest, kissing me.

“This is going to be the best Easter” she whispered.



In this space
We’d share a warm embrace
A message
Would bring a smile to my face
I’d see you
As I gazed into blue skies
Your vision
Would dance before my eyes

Feel your face between my fingers
Your presence lingers

Mark D Davis 2016

The Curse of Beauty




I croaked
Throat dry
Tried to speak
Knees weak

Is she real?
Those lips
I could feel
Thoughts through my head
I want her in my bed

Heels draw
My eyes
I want to see more
Eyes smile, hair of gold
Could I be so bold?

Turns away
Other men
Who approach her to play
Swallow my word, turn and go
I will know

Men would approach
Try to get
Some were sexy
Made her wet
But she didn’t want
It that fast
Need to know it would last

She saw him leave
Try to hide
Felt butterflies inside
Wondered why
Did not approach
Was he scared to encroach?

She kept looking
For him that night
He’d disappeared
Gone out of sight
Next time she saw him
Was in her dreams
Woke herself
With Her screams

Back to the bar
The next week
The mystery man
To try and seek
Saw him
And her knees went weak
Tapped him arm
“Let’s speak”

Laced in white


Waiting at her window
She saw the van arrive
She watched as he carried
Her parcel up the drive
The doorbell rang
As she made her way
To collect her parcel
On this her special day
Signed for the parcel
“It’s my birthday you know”
He said “I can tell
You have that special glow”
She smiled as he left
Opened, knew what to expect
It was a present from HIM
Sent from Victoria’s Secret
The first little box
Had the white garter belt
The next the white stocking
Loved just how they felt
The matching bra and panties
Laid them out with sigh
Then down the bottom
White heels four inches high
He wasn’t coming home
Till the end of the week
She had a little thought
Would give him a peek
Smiling she stripped
Then in the lingerie she dressed
Looked damned sexy
He would surely be impressed
She took a picture in the mirror
Sent it to his phone
She felt so sexy
What a shame she was alone
Then a naughty thought
Entered her head
Got her toy from the cupboard
Lay down on the bed
Imagined the lust
In her boyfriends eyes
As she spread her legs
Watched his manhood rise
Felt him enter her
Hips start to grind
As she copied his moves
With the vibrating kind
Through the lacy bra
A nipple pinch
Rode it hard
Taking every inch
Till at last she succumbed
To her erotic daydream
Came on the toy
With a joyous scream
Laying there panting
Her phone gave a beep
A simple reply
“Thanks for the peep”
She imagined him scuttling
To a private space
And grinned as she pictured
What was taking place



Is it what she says
Is it how she cares?
The way my name escapes her lips
The caring feel of finger tips?
Is it the aroma sent
Is it how she leaves me spent?
I think it’s all of the above
The way she makes me feel in love
The way her words make me smile
Think of her all the time
Makes my body feel alive
Copious wants with her I need
feeds my wants
sates me
She Makes my temperature rise
Body tenders thrive
She satisfies all I desire
To take my hunger
My love
My lady
I love you so
I just want you to know
You’re all I need

My princess


I look through windows
Open doors
Look for the love
That is yours
I felt it once
In many ways
Bathed in it
For endless days
My princess
Slipper glass
Cannot let
My chances pass
Search my kingdom
Promise gold
Regain your love
Future unfold
Have you come
Back in my arms
Share our joy
Loving charms
My Cinderella
Princess Queen
My love
Like it has never been



Escape from party
“Won’t miss two”
Found the place
Ocean view
Histories exchanged
How recently
Their lives had changed
Both now free
Own thing to do
Searching for friendship
Someone new
Holding tighter
Bodies touch
The chemistry
They missed so much
The moment
Of the kiss so deep
Exchanging souls
A love to keep
Sea wind blows in
A new love born
No longer are
Their hearts so torn


When all is lost
You come to me
On the raging white horses
Of the ocean
A beautiful spirit
Caressing my lonely heart
Fingertips gently lifting
My dark eyes to the sun
From your soft mouth
Comes the sea breeze
Breathing life into me
Eyes closed in rapture
The lightest touch of your lips
We move with hypnotic sway
Pulled by the tides of passion
Pulled deep into you
The kiss of life itself
My heart unfurls before you
Your spirit has found it’s home



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The blindfold was her present
embroider with her name.
Loved it when he stripped her
shared his erotic game
He attached her to the wall
they had a special place
as he tied her hands above her
felt his breath upon her face
Today he used a feather
and as he teased her nipple
sensations wracked her body
as her nerves began to ripple
He ran the feather cross her tummy
up the inside of her thighs
and as he flicked her pussy
the room filled with her sighs


The teasing stop abruptly
soon came the telltale smell
tonight would be so special
burning wax as well
In the darkness she could smell
feel the nearing flame
and when the first drop hit
she moaned her Masters name
As the film of wax grew hard
when it built up on her teat
his hand caressed her clit
both sensations hard to beat
Kissed her hard, stroked her deeper
till it was more than she could stand
and when he ordered her release
she came hard on his hand
A final little treat
he bought his hand up to her lips
and let her lick him clean
right to the fingertips




She dressed to please
A touch of tease
Thought would give
The upper hand
But trouble is where
It made her land

It wasn’t long
Till all went wrong
Meant across his knees
She landed there
Her cute arse bare
“I’ll teach you not to tease”

Her pretty face
A change took place
As each hard spank landed
Into his lap
Pushed with each slap
Each cheek heavy handed

Her cries ignored
Blood quickly poured
Her clit so full and tender
He teased her nub
A gentle run
Between each spank he’d render

Excitement grew
Between these two
Her dignity at a loss
As this strong man
Fulfilled his plan
To show her who was boss

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