Revelation...

They held each other close, miniture quakes holding them in the midst of their intensity. An eternity passes, the seconds of the mmoment elongating into months upon months of euphoria. The after-shocks gripping them so tightly last an age, and she takes thaat era to think.
Here I lie, an angel holding me close, His wings enveloping me, His halo bathing me in this golden light. Is this really real?
She wonders on this for a moment, before noticing the thin smile spread across his face.
"Why are you smiling?" She asks him.
"You're glowing," His smile widens further. "Why?"
"Because, it feels like I made love to an angel tonight."
"An angel?" He laughs. "Well, an angel I may be, but I have the devil inside, and He wants to play..."

ARGH!!!

Well well well, hello again...

I'm sorry i haven't been posting lately (or in the last few months!), but I have had an all manner of things crop up lately. I've had technical difficulties (old computer = constant maintenance!), connection loss (modem got broke :(...), relationship problems (I'm single again), job issues (yeah, erm...two words: night shift...), plus another six thousand or so challenges and shit to sort through.

Anyway, I'm back now, and hopefully, for good. I must admit I haven't been writing lately, but I do have a little story to start up again! So until then, read this little taster I wrote for a friend I work with, wanted to know this old site was about. ;)

Oh yeah, to my American friends, Happy Thanksgiving :)

His hand traced the contours of her body. Each finger sent pulses through her, each one spearing every nerve he slides over. She felt lips press her, a tongue gliding down her neck. His breath electrified her. She wanted him, desired him. Her body craved his masculinity, to feel him thrust into her deeply, to match every thrust. Her desires consumed her, it had been too long since she had felt a man's touch. She moulded her body to his, exposing her lust, finding his heat...

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Two Ls...

We were sitting around the room, smoking, drinking, eating pizza. Conversation was light, small talk mainly. I kept glancing at her body, her small curves contrasting with her bust. I knew she noticed, yet she never said anything. Conversation, and wine, flowed, our talk moved into more intimate territory. I was waiting for this, my history with people preceded with her, yet she didn't noticed the connection until I opened my mouth. She questioned my sexuality, my 'skills', as it were, my bedpost, all the things that go around with my story. I answered honestly, keeping an eye on my girl's expression. She watched us quietly, whether through fascination or terror, I never knew. The questions kept coming, each one more and more revealing than the last. I told her, with all honest intention, that I was felling turned on from the conversation. She merely smiled, and so did my girl. I smiled in kind, more out of thought than respect, the thought of what I could do to her, what pleasures, and pains, she would experience. I already know her limits, she told me so over the phone. I left the room, in need of a glass, thinking about the wine I was drinking, thinking of offering her a glass. She had declined before, but she had a few bottles of Ice left, but now she was on empty, so I thought to keep her occupied. I was a mere moment, grabbing a glass from the cupboard, I return to the room to find a different view. I found them together, my girlfriend and her, together in each other's arms. I knew them two have got close before, but not to what they were doing. Their hands explored each other, t-shirts rising above their breasts. Their hands massaged each other. Lips, locked in a tight embrace, tongues twisting. I sat down and shut the door, they never showed any notice at all. My girl's hand slid down beneath her friends waist, beneath her jeans. I saw a flair of pleasure, a shock of lusty pleasure shooting up her back. My lover's mouth moved down, wrapping along the contours of her neck. I poured three more glasses, the white greneche's sweet scent exiting my lips. I a little longer, seeing the lust and pleasure before me, and wondered whether to let them enjoy each other, or to join in...

Initiating...

Sweet wine trickled down my throat. The air in the room was hot, even with the fan on at full, sexual tension reaching fever pitch. The girls, though tipsy on the wine, couldn't be relaxed, their nerves restraining them from making the first step. I look to the only other man in the room. An European, his amiable demeanour softened my mood. I needed to get things going, thinking what I could do to break the ice. Then it came to me, the one thing that I know relaxes people. I reach for the draw, sifting through the things to find what I required. I find the lotion underneath one of my silk ties, prompting another thought to cross my mind, making me smile. I stand up, sliding the bottle into my back pocket. I turn to one of the girls, my partner's best mate, and offer a massage, as I noticed that her shoulders seemed tense. She looked to her European boyfriend, who, with a smile on his face, nodded. She agrees, asking where she needs to be.

"Lie on your stomach, and remove your clothes." The experienced smile on my face spreads, my eyes tracing the contours of her neck.She does as she is asked, lying down to remove her bra. I sit beside her, warming the lotion between my hands. I work from the bottom, spreading the cream around her back. Her skin was soft, supple, I wanted to reach down and taste her neck. I restrain my impulse, and carry on with my duty. Slow, rhythmical movements trace her contours. Within a few short minutes, I notice her body, slowly relaxing herself in my company. I look over to the others, they were whispering to each other, their conversation inaudible over the music. I smile a them, and beckon for my girlfriend to come over. I tell her to take over, and to concentrate on her points. She does so nicely, the girl barely noticing the change. I walk to the Euro, and whisper something to him.

"In a moment, go and kiss my girl's neck, slowly." In his eyes, he sees the pattern I'm playing, and nods his head, gripping the arms of the chair he is sitting on.I sit on the table, turning the sound down a notch, and lit up a cigarette. I watch him move slowly, a panther on the hunt, and gracefully mould himself to my woman. I hear the wet kisses, I see his hands exploring her, I watch her back arch. Soon, the other notices the lack of movement on her back, and turns her head. Her eyes go wide, seeing the scene played out before her, then wider as I move to her. I stroke her face, telling her to let it go naturally, and lean in to take her lips...

Friday Fill-Ins!

1. Life is good right now.

2. I will keep going.

3. My last text message (or IM) ended in these three words: I love you.

4. Mince is what I'm thinking about for dinner sometime soon.

5. On the 1st day of August I enjoyed my life.

6. My girl lively and energetic.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to good times, tomorrow my plans include a car boot sale :L and Sunday, I want to see the family!

Flash Fiction Friday!

(Source image: "Untitled 3" by Samantha Wolov)

Her back arched as her lover worked their tongue against her. Her thoughts, drifting, floating, crashing to earth with each press of the tongue. Illicit moans escaped her mouth, getting louder with each moment. The build up was getting to her by then, she needed this release. Three weeks had gone by, not a single drop of ecstasy, that is why she is so close now. The wave was coming, gathering strength, rising in power, ready to consume her...Then, it stops. No wet tongue sending shivers down her spine, no lips massaging her own. She looked down, locking onto the pale blue eyes of her lover. 'Something tells me you needed this' The lover murmurs. 'Mmm, yes I do, and I want more' The lover smiles, long blonde hair framing the expression. 'Oh yeah?' The lover goes down, and then, ecstasy...

Flash Fiction Friday!

It went without saying really. She had been in that position for a good few hours now. The only contact she had from me was the crop. Bruised, her legs cramped, trembling, aching with need, the desire for satisfaction. I could give it to her, but with all things, she had to work for it. I brush the end of the crop against her exposed skin, watching her body react to the sensation. I let out a laugh, one laced with the emotion of my intent. She seemed to notice it, her trembling body vibrating faster. ‘Want more?’ A pleasured moan was her response...

Smoky Haze...

I stroked her body through the cotton vest she was wearing. Every inch was left untouched, my hands wandering, exploring her. Her sighs and moans told me where she liked to be touched. Her hips rocked underneath my hands, exposed skin tightened, hairs raising. I lean in and kiss her neck, tongue darting between my lips, leaving faint trails, like footsteps, along her curve. I whisper into her ear, murmuring about a drink. I rise to leave the room, I felt her hand slide down my naked torso, fingers playfully hooking onto the hem of my shorts. I grab my glass from the kitchen, taking in a sip. the sweet taste of the wine made it's illicit way down my throat. I go back to the room, opening the door slowly. I see her there on my bed, her body exposed to the world, cigarette burning gracefully from her fingers. She takes a pull, smiling at the look on my face. 'Do you like what you see?' She asked, noticing the growing bulge between my legs, and the movement of my eyes, which were following the contours of her body. I merely smile, setting the wine down on the table. I take the cigarette from her, taking a deep pull. I breath out, my vision clouded by the haze. 'Darling,' I began, my eyes locking to hers, 'you already know that answer...' My voice trailed off as I leaned in to kiss her lips, my hands drifting their way down to her soaking mound...

Jasper...

The following piece was written by a friend of Lydia, Jasper. A good man, and a good writer, in my opinion. So, please enjoy a chapter of this man's life, and please, by all means leave a comment, critique, or general thoughts that you have about it. (Be warned, this is not a sexual piece, more of a history lesson like certain other posts I have made.)

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I was born and raised in the borough of Hillingdon. I had a fair upbringing but always resented my sisters as they were always able to be more independent and still are to this day. I had always dislike my oldest sister as she was very controlling and not in the bossy sister way. She would expect everything on a plate of gold and nothing less. Following constant arguments that usually end with me winning mentally and verbally but her winning by "telling dad". At the age of eleven, I had finally said I had had enough. I had planned to run away when the next family argument kicked up. I would slip out the back door and be off with enough camping gear and rations to last 2 months. I had this all packed for a good 3 weeks.

When the evening came and the usually "argument" kicked up I had had a go at the oldest for a good 3 hours. Everyone trying to calm me down I managed to slip up to my room "crying". I grabbed my stuff and managed to sneak to the back door. I had got to the door when Nicole (second oldest) saw me and my stuff and protested at once. I got on to the other side of the door in the nick of time locking them in and me out. I was planning to take the dune buggy up the back roads to Berkhampsted and stay there until I found a stable life. I had the keys to it in a carved out book in my room which I took with me under my arm. I got to the buggy and turned it to the gate. It had been pissing it down with rain and as I turned the key in the ignition I had a sinking feeling that I was going nowhere quickly. The battery had cut out and I was sitting on what was potentially a very expensive bench. With the buggy fucked and me at the edge of restraint, I was willing to do anything to get away. I ran to the gate and forced it open and as I had done so, my sister Nicole had grabbed me by the collar.

I turned round and ran through the house. I got to the front door my dad stepped in front of me. I begged him to stand aside and let me pass but no cigar. He wasn’t willing to let his only son run off into the night and end up dead in a forest some where. I admitted defeat and began to listen in to the argument that my oldest sister and mum where still continuing. I heard her call me a fuck wit and a pathetic cunt. As any one would, I lost it. At this point she would have been 20 so there was no need for her to be living with her parents and sponging off everyone. So passing through the kitchen, I drew out the biggest knife of the stock and held it to her face. I told her that if this is such a shit house to live in and that there was nothing here for her then why was she still here?

She responded to this by saying she had no where to go. I laughed so hard that my sides began to hurt. The fact that her best friend Cleo was more of a lapdog then an equal friend and that she had her eating out of her chubby palm made me sick, but this only shows that she had more places to go then me or then any of us. With out lowering the knife I bellowed into her face "find somewhere" she merely snarled back at me and told me to fuck off. This was the tip of the iceberg. With nothing but adrenalin rushing through my mind and soul I though that that night would be the end of it. She would have half her face missing and I would be locked up safely in Feltham.

Just as I tensed my arm to take a slice, my dad seemed to of noticed I wasn’t fucking around. He stepped in front of her and seemed to tower over me with disappointment. My heart sank as my arm went limp and I dropped the knife with an almighty clatter. I’ll never forget his face that night. The sheer fear of losing some one so close and at the fault of some one closer. I could tell that if I had left that night it would have damn near killed him.

As soon as the knife had hit the floor my mum seemed to whimper with relief. Nicole put a comforting hand on my shoulder as if to say that tonight was over and that I had failed. I could imagine that Sarah (the oldest) still to this day believes that she had managed to beat the spirit out of me by twisting the rules and regulations of the house. Defeated, I took and shower and cried to my self in bed. Dad feeling the most sympathy came and stayed till I had fallen asleep.

In the morning school seemed too dull and as my emotions were running higher then cloud nine, I ended up getting into a fisty-cuffs with a boy called Gareth. I seemed to of vented all my anger out on this arrogant, self-centered cunt of a child as he probably reminded me of my sister. After six of his mates ripping me off and a knee to the throat I went down. Gareth (who had gone down after about 3 hits to the stomach) staggered to his feet and walked away with his "gang". I still hadn’t quite got my breath back when the girl I had liked at that moment saw me on the floor gasping for air and Gaz’s crew walking off and had assumed the worst. Within the hour half the school had heard how Gareth had battered the scrawny white neek and that he was a bad man.

So, the next day I was playing football with my mates and who would it be but to take the ball? Gareth, and this time on his own. Chasing him to the next playground, I slammed him against the fence and kicked the ball out of his feet with unnecessary force. He seemed to take the hint and shoved me back

I turned to him and merely smiled and he threw the first punch. Dodging it I clocked him right in the face, had got him in a head lock and pummeled him black and blue. Only when he screamed did his mates intervene. As I flung him to the ground and kicked 7 different shades of shit out of him, his sidekick Gregory had rugby tackled me from behind. Shocked, I looked around and received yet another cheap hit to the throat. Teachers soon broke everything up as I began to hyperventilate. Being dragged off to the nurse's office is always a triumphant exit as he was still on the floor groaning with agony.

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Friday Fill-Ins!

1. Layers of  emotion.

2. Helpful insight.

3. I'd be willing to bet that next week will be a good one for me.

4. I don't know what scares the dog.

5. I'm fond of a few people, even if they don't know it yet.

6. Sex: You can't have too much!

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to good times, tomorrow my plans include a repeat hopefully, and Sunday, I want to repeat the last weekend!

Flash Fiction Friday!

They were driven, beaten, hammered by the constant onslaught of the rain. Heavy cotton clinged to their skin, as they held on to each other on the outcrop. Thick, muscular arms wrapped her small frame, his mouth giving sensations more illicit than the last flash of lightning. Through the monsoon-heavy sheets of rain, she saw his flash of teeth, a wry smile which stated his own, wicked intentions. She laughs 'Of course..' her hands lowered to the thick, already wet shaft wanting, craving her touch...

The Weekend...

It's 2:30pm, according to my phone. She is close, almost at the station. I wait at the platform patiently, eagerly waiting for the weekend, our weekend, to begin. It is humid, cloying heat raking my lungs with each breath. My heart thumped deep within my chest, sweat dripping off my brow in time with the beat. I can see the train in the distance, pulling into it's last stop. I turned the off the music blaring through my headphones, chilled Indie, trying to keep my chest from bursting from excitement.

The crowd spewed from the compact train, the buzz of their daily lives echoing off the curved ceiling. My eyes scan the crowd, looking for the lass and her long, brown hair.I catch her glancing eyes, my smile spreading across my face. We embraced each other, lips locked in passion. Oh, how I wanted to take her then and there! It took all of my will to stop myself, and all my strength to stop showing my hunger for her touch. I smiled at her, and led her off to home. I felt her hand pinch my bottom through my jean's fabric, a cheeky smile gracing her lips. We hurried back to mine, the walk taking what seemed forever. All through the trip, we teased and tantalised each other, hands searching every inch of our backs, lips feeling their way across lips, cheeks, necks. My hunger grew, wanting to savour each and every taste of her, her eyes telling me the same. Those eyes of hers, fractured circles of Arctic ice ringed by sand, undressed me at each turn.

We reached my door, my hands fumbling for my keys. I unlocked the door, dragging my prey inside. Shutting ang bolting the door, I threw her onto the bed, jumping on top of her like a hunter of old. She bit her lips, aware of my darker side, yet not experienced. The course of that morning saw a revelation to her. She knew what to expect of me, yet didn't realise the full extent. Now was my chance to show her who I was. A predator, an insatiable thirst for passion, for intensity. I devoured her mouth, lips and tongues clashing in lethal dance. Hands raked her sides, pulling at material, ripping thin membranes. One hand held her head, securing it against  my mouth while we kissed.The other slid it's way down, across her stomach, below her waist, fingers searching for her sweet lips. I spread her legs, gaining more ground, fingers touching the edge of her pussy. She was moist, and my hunger couldn't take no more. I needed to feed.

I grabbed at her waistband, tugging it down, leaving nothing behind. I flung the fever-ripped material away, and stared hungrily into her eyes. She knew what was to come, and parted herself to receive what I had waiting. At that, I dived, tongue searching for treasures of pure ecstasy. Juices flowed, tongue dancing in revelry, fingers delving further. Her body shook, waves crashing through her, orgasms weakening her resolve to resist me. I pushed on, my relentless nature taking hold. Her moans and screams heightened my senses, toying with my desire to launch my final attack. I made my preparations, shedding my clothing to the floor, still not letting go of her.

My prey was all but spent, her body unable to take any more of my assault. Noticing her disposition, I rose up, wiping her juices away from my mouth. I leant in and kissed, awakening her mind. I looked into her eyes, seeing her lust, her pleasure, the emotional hurricane ripping through her head. I smiled, malice playing itself in. She merely nodded, ready to take on what was to come. I checked myself, laid down my foundations, checked my hood, and penetrated her body.

I allowed myself to go slow, letting her get used to this new sensation. With each thrust, I sent new waves into her, notions of climax few and far between. Granted, she held her ground, but I knew she would want more. I kept the the pace, waiting for the sign. I got it. She whispered, whispering words which made me lick my lips in anticipation: 'harder'. I obliged, my speed accelerating, my thrusts going in harder, deeper. I felt her writhe underneath me, unable to hold any more. Screams of pleasure erupted from those soft lips, nails raking my back, trying to fight back. It only fuelled my fire. I kept pushing on, building up the intensity of my invasiveness. I could feel myself ready for the final blow, wanting to explode in the euphoria of the moment. I held myself back, waiting for her to collapse. She did, her body weakened, her breath shallow. I knew it was time. I allowed my own pleasure to erupt forth, an intense orgasm destroying what was left of my energy.

I collapsed. Adrenaline levels were coming down,  the beast inside of me returning to it's lair. My senses were returning, catching notions of movement beyond the walls around us. Conversation, music, cooking. Stephen was home. She moved beside me, wrapping herself around me. She wore a smile of content, she was satisfied. I had to admit, I felt the same. The intensity of the moment had consumed me, turned me primal. Times like that were rare for me, even more so during sex. A smile spread across my face at the thought, and leaned over for a smoke.

We chatted for a while, allowing our bodies to recover. We smoked, had few drinks, it was...surprisingly candid. It seemed almost as if anything went with her. It all felt a little too relaxed for someone who's used to the post-sex silence that normally follows. Then again, it made for a refreshing change.

We went at it for for a few more rounds, each one better, longer, more intense than the last. The end of the night beckoned for us to sleep. I felt myself dropping into unconsciousness late into the night. I mind played the events of the day back, all the emotion, the lust, the fire we created. The images were vibrant, a kaleidoscope of colours. Lust filled icy-blue eyes dominated all that I saw. Lips enveloping my slick piece, orgasms powering through my body, the screams of my prey filling my ears, and igniting my primal side even further.

I awoke to see her lazing in my chair, cigarette clasped between dainty figures.She passes a comment about my sleep, something regarding my posture. I merely laugh then lean in for a kiss. She responds in kind, putting the cigarette down into the ashtray. I reach for her, hands touching places that excite her, hers reaching my own. We lay back on the bed, mutual masturbation giving our bodies a wake up call. I work faster, bringing this woman to further reaches of pleasure. She brings me to the edge, my muscles tightening at the sensations. We explode together, like two suns going supernova. We lie there, she on top of me, breath caught short by the experience. I grab two smokes, light them, and pass one over.

The day goes by quietly, our bodies still to exhausted by all the pleasure. Conversation flowed. Gossip on mutual friends and events of the night that we missed filtering down to us. The other that I had designs on, has been equally as naughty as we had been that night. Many were in a buzz over us as well. I had to smile at the disturbance I created with this group. I don't think they had come across such a person as me before, able to sweep many women in a single day, the anger some of the men that their muses were preoccupied by this older, more experienced man. To be honest, I didn't really care. I got who I wanted, and I was happy with that.

She receives a call from home, it was time for her to take care of other duties. I took her down to the station, waiting with her by the platform. Her train rolls in, she leaves a single, lingering kiss on my lips and walks away. I watch the train leave the station, taking her to her own destination. I make my way to the local pub, fancying a taste of the beer. She sends me a text, thanking me for the weekend. I reply: 'That's alright Lydia, it has been an exciting weekend for me too, I hope we can do it again.'

'Oh, it will happen.' Came the reply...

Egyptian Cotton

The shirt draped his shoulders like a cloak of a regal. His masculinity covered except for the the few teasing buttons at the top. The collar, sharp and crisp against his dark, tanned neck, gave way to a face that sculptors dream of creating. A chiselled look set him as a man that could melt the hearts of anyone that dared to look. His eyes, a deep blue only found in the deepest oceans, focused on my own dark earthen eyes. He stepped towards me in the setting sun, the call of birds answering each footfall. I looked on in awe, a veritable god was walking towards me, confidence and sexuality oozed from every pore. I felt my heart race, my nerves longing for his touch. Oh, his touch! Fingers, as soft as a petal from a rose, sent notions of sensual thoughts through my skin. He is nearer, his chest rising at each breath, his muscles tightening underneath the Egyptian cotton containing them. He reaches me, my arousal plain to the audience around us. Their eyes looked on at this silent exchange, where hearts and minds battled to tame themselves. He reached for me, his hands touching my cheek. Electricity shot through my spine. Oh how I wanted him! I looked down to his shorts, and my delight is heightened by what I see. He moves to my hair, playing with each strand like a string on a harp. I couldn't take no more, reaching for his shirt, wanting to give in to the beast that wants to claim and dominate this god standing before me. But his power over me strengthens, His face leaning in closer, until I can feel his breath on my neck. Muscles twitched along his neck line, coaxing me into reacting to him. I did, settling my wanting mouth to his neck, tasting his skin at each kiss. He responds in kind, every touch of those lips of his making my heart skip a beat each time. He whispers to my ear, a sound so soft that I could barely hear him over my heart. 'Let me take you away for a while, to a place where only few dream of going.' How could I refuse? I offer my hand, shaking at the prospect of this man having his way with me. He takes it, leading his young prey to somewhere where my dreams can come true with him. We reach my room, my own masculine domain, where the hearts of those who have surrendered to me for pleasure. Now, it was my turn to feel such pleasure. The door shuts behind us, and his hand reach for my waist, peeling my cotton tee away from my trembling body. I let him lead me, knowing that I can not take control of this god-like creature for my own devious plans, rather letting fulfil them for me. He undressed me in the sun-kissed room, leaving me bare at the open windows, the eyes of those who we were with watching my every move. This fact alone sent a wave through me, knowing that, not only am I going to be sent to the heavens with this man, but also knowing that those I love will be watching me from the ground. He wraps his arms around me, noticing that his shirt was gone. And so was his shorts. He whispers once more, the last words I will here before the day is gone. 'Now is the time for you to let go.' I smiled to myself, catching his form in the reflection of the window. I leaned forward, parting myself, waiting for his manhood to take me away. I felt him slide inside me, his thick cock filling me no other has before. He teased me for a moment, sliding himself and then pulling out again. He repeats his actions, my ass wanting more of him. He gets into a rhythm, causing wave upon wave to crash through my body, I couldn't hold any more, my resolve dissipating with each thrust. I let out a moan, load and long, capturing the attentions of those below us. I watched their faces as they recognised me, their jaws dropping, gasps escaping them. One of them, the only person within  the group who had designs on the man sending me to the stratosphere, raised her hands and clapped quietly, a smile telling me that she wants to know how he felt, how he touched. I smiled at the eyes below me, and then allowed myself to become absorbed into him...

No Retreat, No Surrender...

I have fought many foes in my lifetime, and have overcome some impossible odds, but the one battle that tested me to the limits was the battle of Harlington fields. It was a grey afternoon, a short time after Guy Fawkes night I believe and the promise of rain seemed distant. I was visiting relatives near the park, where my crew waited. I spent quite a time there, talking mainly family gossip and past incidents. I left there after a few questioning texts off of Jimmy. I hit the field and crossed to where they were, smoking local grade and sharing a bottle of gin. We sat there for a while, organising our plans for the night, until Tetron noticed a small group of local hoods at the other end of the field. We ignored them, carrying on with the conversation at hand. I kept glancing back at them, weary of unknown crews near us. A car pulled up near them, and a few more kids joined them. Then more cars pulled up, spewing more hoods. This wasn't looking good. The others noticed it as well, so we started to pack up and head towards the side entrance. But we couldn't pass. Several more guys blocked our route out. Intel mentioned something about entrapment. I knew what he meant. It has been known when one crew has been outflanked by rivals, and were nigh on slaughtered. Hell, even the Angels used such tactics before. We headed back the way we came, trying for the main entrance of the park. The now larger group were heading towards us. Shit, I thought. I made a heada count of the gang heading up. Roughly thirty of them, not including the group at the side entrance, to our  thirteen. I was not liking the look of it and said as much to Jimmy. He agreed, and spoke to the group as a whole.

"Angels, pull your blades, this is going to be a messy fight."

We did. The gang, coming from both sides now, were boxing us in. In front of us, we had the bulk of the enemy, to the right, the rest of them. To the back and left, a thick, tall hedgerow and stell security fencing. The crew that faced us stopped at the wooden fence surrounding the children's playground we took refuge in. One of them spoke to us, and I knew the guy as Charlie, the main who Intel and I done a disposal job for a few weeks back.

"We want Azrael. Give us him, and we let you go free."

"And if we don't?" Arch shouted out.

"You will die."

"Fuck you! You ain't having him!" Made replied, holding his cleavers ready.

"Then so be it," Charlie said, pulling a switch blade from his pocket. "Get them!"

They Charged us, climbing over the fencing and rushing through the gate. As they were after me, the Angels formed a defensive ring around me, but it wasn't enough. A few broke through the protection, swinging their weapons at me. I ducked out, rolling on the floor, rising up and slashing at a groin. Blood poured, a man's screams roared out. I rose up to stand, punching the other attacker to the floor. I slammed my boot into his neck, and turned to face another. He carried an axe, swinging the heavy blade for my head. I dodged again, aiming a stab for his gut. It connected, driving deep into his stomach. Pulling out, I looked for K in the onslaught. I saw her fall, a tyre iron clipping her head. I saw red from there, and went into a frenzy. I jumped onto her attacker, slashing and stabbing at him. I took him down, turning on anyone who dared to get at me.

I can't remember much else, the rest of the battle being a blur. I remember flashes of steel, blood spray splashing  on my leather jacket, an axe I picked up, cutting into a leg. The screams of those that were down, both theirs and the Angels. A glass bottle stabbing at my face, nicking my chin. Tame body, never been felled in a fight before, dropping at the slash of a cleaver. Lil'Jim tackling a guy, while Tetron stuck a knife in the opponents chin. It felt like hours, slashing, stabbing, punching kicking, anything to repel the attack. They never gave up, pushing us further towards the corner. Bodies were everywhere, many writhing in pain, some weren't.

I locked eyes on Charlie, and I lunged for him, swinging for his neck. He parried, slashing his switch blade at my back. I felt the steel cut through my jacket, opening skin, drawing blood. I roared in pain, but kept going. The image of K dropping burned in my mind, my anger, my hate, every emotion boiling it's way out. I threw the axe I had found at him, and it connected with his arm, digging into his wiry frame. He fell, screaming at the site of his blood. I looked around, hoping for another target. There weren't any.

Out of every person that was in the fight, only six remained, including me. Four Angels, two attackers. The last two were soon dropped, and I called for the four still standing, Arch, Tetron, and Lil'Jim, to grab the others. I found Lady K, out cold from the blow to the head. I grabbed her, picking her up and slinging her over my shoulder. Tame, dazed from the blood loss, trying to stand. I pulled him to his feet, telling him to find the others that fell. We rounded up the others, grabbing anything else that we could find. Weapons mainly, some ours, many of them theirs, plus a few valuables that were scattered during the battle. I stopped at the sight of Charlie, trying to make phone call. I rested K on Arch's shoulder, and said to everyone to head for the cars. I went over to Charlie, kicking his phone away.

"What do you want from me?" I asked him, my venom clear for him to see.

"You destroyed my brother, you cunt!"

"What? When?" I had my foot on his bad arm, applying pressure when I said those words. He yelped in pain.

When we last met, you prick! You broke his back! He can't walk any more!"

"So you wanted blood? Huh, fair enough. I you want it, then here it is." I wiped my finger across my cut chin. I wiped it across his face, eye to lip.

"Here's your blood." I kicked him in his face, knocking him out. I jogged back to the others, taking K on my shoulder, and lifting a bloody Jimmy up to support his weakened frame. He went to speak but I silenced him.

"We will talk when we get to safety."

We got to the cars, piling the wounded into the back seats. Arch and Lil'Jim drove us back to Jimmy's place. The ride was quiet, no one wanted to say anything. We got there, carried the wounded out into the living room. We looked a sorry state. Everyone bore wounds, blood spatter covered our clothing. I got Tetron to help me work on the more serious wounded. It took a while, binding wounds, stitching those that wee too open to leave. It was well into the night by the time I had finished, and I desperately needed a drink. I went out into the garden, and Jimmy was there, resting from the work I had dome on his face. He had cuts all over his face, plus a deep wound in his forearm. He was smoking a cigarette, and offered me one when I sat down with my glass of water I grabbed.

"Colin, what the fuck was that about?" I hated it when he calls me by my real name.

"Remember the job me and Intel done a few nights back? Well, the guy we got the gear from wanted revenge for me breaking his brother's back."

"You what?"

"yeah, That whole mess, all that blood spilt today, was in the name of family honour."

"Fuck, and he pulled that many people? Damn, he must be popular."

"Well, there are big families out in Harefield, I wouldn't be surprised if they were related to him in some way or form."

"Hmm, could just well be."

I finished my cigarette in silence, allowing the adrenaline rush that flowed through my body for the best part of the day. I didn't stop moving for a good eight hours, trending to wounds, checking the others out for any other  injuries. I still hadn't woken up yet, and I was getting worried. So I went back in to the living room, and check on my Lady. Her face, covered in blood, looked so peaceful at that moment. I gently shook her, hoping for a sign. She stirred, and I felt relief. She started, her version of events coming into focus. She looked around at the familiar surroundings, seeing the Angels, tattered and torn from the fight. She looked at me, holding a cloth to wipe her face with. She smiled, taking the cloth to clean up.

"Ouch, my head hurts."

"You took a blow to the head babe, I almost lost you out there."

"Oh, how's the others?"

"They're OK, a lot of them are out of it, but they'll live."

"Hmm, you been playing doctor ain't you?"

"Well, you were out of action, someone had to."

"Nice one. You done good Az, and thank you for all that you done tonight."

"Heh, no problem."

I gave her a kiss and told her to rest up. She obliged, though it took a while. She's the mothering type, making sire everyone else is good before her. I checked on the others, carried a few upstairs so they had somewhere more comfortable to rest in, and went down to clear up, and go through what we had found. A few axes, more knives and blades, a bit of cash from the wallets we got, a few phones, and some jewellery. Other than that, not a lot. I went out to check on Jimmy. He fell asleep on the chair. I left him to it. I went back to the living room. Everyone else was asleep too. I sat next to a sleeping K, and dropped myself.

Friday Fill-Ins!

And...here we go!

1. On vacation, I like to relax by the sea...
2. I will always have fun in the ocean.
3. One of my favorite vacation spots is Eastbourne.
4. A kiss under a full moon.
5. Up, up and away to new waters.
6. Bananas should never have been boats.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to partying, tomorrow my plans include a hotel room and Sunday, I want to recover!

She had been holding that pose for the last few hours. God my ass aches, she thought to herself. The heat of the lamp aiming at her made her skin bead with sweat. Scratchings of charcoal, the gentle blows of moist lips, filled the quiet room. The tutor, a slim, dark-skinned woman contrasted to her pure white shirt, floated around the room. She had stopped at one of the students, coaching on her line work. The bell outside the room tolls for the end of class, the tutor calls to the others 'Tomorrow, we will delve further into our study of Chiaroscuro.' The students left, leaving the model and the tutor alone in the spacious room. 'You did well, for a first timer.' 'Thank you, I was starting to ache holding that pose.' The model reached for her robe, but the tutor got there first. 'Here, let me.' she said, her voice tinged in seduction. The model stretched her arms behind her, her excitement growing. The tutor's breath touched her neck, sending chills down her spine. 'You are beautiful, wouldn't mind drawing you myself...' She trailed off, her hands sketching her models outline...

Two Conflicting Thoughts...

I've been thinking. In all my time of working on things that needed doing in my life this year, I haven't got a clue as to where I'm going. Should I carry on this road that I am walking, or should I take the turn off? If let's say, for example, I take the sum of everything I have accomplished and compare it to what I hoped to have done, it just doesn't add up. Yes, I have vastly improved my love life, creating a network that rivals even Alex's impressive list, and yes, I have learned a lot more about myself, and yes, I am on track to completing my mission, but has it been enough? Back in September, I hoped that I would be doing what I wanted to be doing by now, a regular life with all the trimmings, but I haven't made it. Have I failed though? In my opinion, no I don't think so. I think that certain parts of my life are just taking longer than they should. Maybe it's the current state of affairs, maybe it's that the distractions of life (not sex mind) took more dominance than the more key elements that needed focus. Or, in all honesty, I'm getting lazy. Out of all that, a part of me is glad of the way things have turned out. I have found a passion to which I can actually stick to, and I have created a facet of my personality which fits in such a way that denounces a lot of my shortcomings. And in all that, there is that conflict. A part of me is saying that I have failed in my task, while another is saying that I have done done things which I wouldn't usually do, and that I should be proud of that.

The thing is, if I take a step back, I should really see both of these thoughts as correct. Yes, I have failed in what I originally set out, but I did all that and more. Maybe I'm just thinking too hard, and I should just think over the nice little session I had with Jen tonight. Mmm, that was a good session. at least a good hour of nothing more than pure sex. N o games, no whips (thank god), just good old straight sex. It is one worth remembering, and one I will share with you, after I have slept.

One more little thing before I retire. I have written up the next chapter of my Dark Angels work, and I will post it up in a couple of days. But until then, I shall sleep and dream on the nights sensations.

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Friday Fill-Ins!

1. This is that bread which came down from heaven: not as your fathers did eat manna, and are dead: he that eateth of this bread shall live for ever. John 6:58.

2. It was the reason, of course, but can't a guy have some fun?

3. Justifying everything I do is something I no longer feel the need to do.

4. I have another errand to run, then I can get to your needs...

5. What do you mean it;s missing...just go find it

6. What were once vices are now pleasures of the past.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to Harry, tomorrow my plans include curing Tiggsz' hangover and Sunday, I want to get Lydia!

Flash Fiction Friday!

She leant back into the leather armchair, enjoying the coolness against her bare legs. Her partner was only moments away, and she was buzzing with the excitement of her little surprise. The fur coat she wore covered her naked skin in infinite warmth. She was going to enjoy this evening. She heard steps outside the door, the turning of a lock, the jangle of keys. He shuffles in, overcoat wrapped tightly against the Moscow cold. He fiddled with the buttons and the matching belt, hanging it loosely on the peg by the door. 'Anna my love, I'm ho...' he stops at the sight of his woman, wrapped in the chinchilla fur coat that she wore at almost every outing. Her legs, smooth and glistening in the winter sun, perched on the edge of his favourite arm-chair. 'Mikial, I'm glad your home.' She rises from the chair, coat sliding away from the front of her body. 'I hope you like what you see.' 'Well, as my old comrade would put it,' he threaded his hand through his greying hair, marvelling at the sight of the young lady in that thick, fur coat. 'the Iron Curtain has well and truly fallen.' She chuckles at the old world remark, and reached out for his belt...

Jen

Right, now Jen is one of the six lovers that I have at the moment (what can I say, I like variety ;) ). I have been seeing her since November last year. a blonde, very leggy lass, never afraid to so how what she has got. She's one of those Uni girls, and true to form there is no limit in her sexual desires. I can think of one session that we had where she really went all out.

She gave me a call at about 2:30 on a warm, March afternoon, wanting to release some 'pent up horniness', as she calls it, and have a little smoke after. I agreed, and arranged to be at hers in about half an hour (I found out when I first met her, in a bar, as you do, that she lived just down the road from me in some decent student digs). I got there, a bit early, thankfully, and she greeted me at the door by throwing a leather noose around my neck, and pulling me in. I collided into the table in the hallway, breaking two of it's legs. She merely giggled, and said something about pulling a tad too hard. Then, the Dom inside her showed up. I never pegged her for this sort of game, but she was in her element. She threw orders at me, forcing me to strip down to nothing, whipping me with a cot-O-nine tails. I stood there seething at her, this isn't normally my sort of thing, I'm willing to participate if there are ground rules or something to the like, but not when it's jumped on me. She kept barking orders at me, like I was dog performing tricks for her. One order she gave was for me to lick every inch of her thigh-high boots. I hesitated, and she hit me again, drawing blood from my arm. The façade dropped, and she started apologising.

She barely got two words out. I grabbed her neck, swinging her into the bedroom door. I was shouting, having a go at her for depraving me in such a fashion. I can't remember what I said, except for one thing: 'You really want to play this game? Then I'll SHOW you how.' With that, I chucked her onto the bed. I ripped her bra and thong off, Jen screaming at me to stop I didn't listen, hell I didn't care. She had restraints set up, ready to bind me. I dragged her across the bed, shackling her her face down. I stood there, looking at Jen. She was struggling, trying to pull free from the restraints. Then, I felt the emotions coursing through my veins. Anger, so much anger was within me, yet equal to that was pleasure. It was so strong, I couldn't resist it's call.

I picked up the whip, studying it's design. Nine long strands, knotted in places, connected to a long, think, hard leather handle, with a large knot at it's base. Instantly, I knew what I was going to use it for. I went back to Jen, sliding my finger up her leg. She asked me what I was going to do. I merely said that I was going to make her scream. I could hear the fear in her voice, and pure malice in mine. It almost surprising to hear myself speak like this, this voice only awakens during times of extreme danger. Yet, this wasn't one of those times, they went a long time ago. I was confused, not understanding how such a beast that I had hoped was gone from my life to take over. And yet, like the most potent of drugs, I was completely under it's spell.

I glided my fingers down her back. She squirmed, touching every area that causes her so much pleasure. I circled her arse, tracing the side of her legs. I took the whip and brushed her cheeks. Jen struggled more, knowing what I was going to to her. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Three lashes against her left cheek. Thwack! Three more against her right. She cried out at each one, her flesh visibly shaking. I out on another voice, one of sarcastic affection, and ridiculed her about her bum wriggling. I slid a finger down between her cheeks, deep red lines giving her skin a look of chaotic roads. I slid down, past her arse, and into the folds of her lips. I stroked her, bringing her body to the point of orgasm. I could hear her moans, her sounds obscured my the cotton sheets. I heckled her more, asking her if she was enjoying it. She moaned out a yes. I asked her if the whip was helping. She gave another forced yes. I smiled, knowing that I had succeeded in my mission.  I climbed on top of her and asked in the most softest voice I could muster, a voice that melts her heart. I asked her: 'Do you want me to fuck you, my little slut?'  She could only nod, my fingers pushing her past the edge. She screamed, a scream of a powerful orgasm, as I impaled her with my cock.

From there on in, I gave her what she craved. My erection penetrating her, filling her, pleasuring her. Came over and over, her screams waning in the afternoon glow. She begged for me to take of the cuffs, but I didn't. I just kept going, alternating between her cunt and her arse. I started to feel myself starting to reach my edge, so I stopped to take off the restraints. I laid down, and she climbed onto me guiding my throbbing cock into her pussy. She rolled her hips, tensing her muscles to bring me to my own, soul destroying orgasm. I collapsed, my anger, my emotions that fuelled this fire, spent from my dick, deep within my lover. I looked at her, her eyes mere centimetres away from mine, and all I could do in that moment, was smile...

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Wait A Minute...

Yesterday, I went out for a little jaunt with Tiggsz, only into town to have a quiet drink. Thing is, she got a call. A group of guys she hangs round with normally are around, and asked her to meet up with them. I was going to head back home, I had Jen coming over (Jen is one I haven't said anything about yet, but I will do soon), but Tiggsz had other ideas. She literally dragged me to the local shop to pick up a bottle of vodka. She was buying, so I thought why not? A few people, a few drinks, might even get a bit lucky here. So I went along for a while. We met up with this group, mainly the sort of people who I wouldn't socialise with, but friendly enough. I got chatting to a few faces I knew from when Tiggsz brought certain elements of the group back to Chilton. A couple of them though, I didn't know. Two girls, Lydia and Kim, were two fresh out of college students, enjoy the good life, and pretty much everything else. Anyhow, I got chatting to them, and Lydia, who at first was the sweet, innocent type, confidently told me that she was an 'open, bisexual, poly'. I nearly choked, no, really I did. For some reason I always find the ones you least expect. I just had to grill her. She told me a hell of a lot about her sexuality. She told me, in the most intimate details, what she likes, what she doesn't, how 'open minded' she is, what she is willing to do with a lover...oooh, I wanted to take her there and then in the park we were in.

Kim, however, is the exact opposite. More reserved than Lydia, she the sort of girl that, when the situation arises, wants her new partner to be 'exclusive' to her. Shge also, apparently, not that experienced in the bedroom. Well, I hate to say it, but I am surprised. Kim has a body to die for. Olive skin, ample boobs, a gorgeous round bum, hour-glass-like figure, lovely legs. On top of all that, she has a wonderful head on her. And quite right too. She, unlike me or Lydia, takes more pride in her own sort of way, not in her sexuality. I have to admit, I respected that in her, better to have a head, than to have a bedpost.

Now, the afternoon wore on, and Kim was nigh on glued to me the whole time. Not that I didn't mind. She does seem a nice girl, but I couldn't do what I do with her, I can see the complications from here. Later on, when the vodka died and the wind picked up, Tiggsz and I said our goodbyes, Lydia giving me a very hinted kiss to the lips, Kim giving me hug which felt like a vice, and we left for home. That evening, Lydia added me on Facebook, and we resumed the sex chat. for a good hour, we teased and flirted each other to death. It got to a point where I literally said 'fuck it, do you fancy meeting up sometime for a bit of fun?' All I got was a wink back. I hope that means a yes, because by god, I think I found a kindred spirit.

After that hour of intense conversation, we went to bed. Then both Aimee and Sonia contacted me to talk. Aimee, who has for the past day or two, been away in the Cotwolds out West, told me that she is planning to move out there with her father. Damn, I had a small feeling that she may head out there, but I didn't know it would be a permanent move. Sonia is leaving as well, she is going to head out to Leeds to be with her boyfriend. I couldn't believe it. The two girls I would drop all the others for, and they are both going away. How did I feel? Pretty pissed, to be absolutely honest with you. But, there is nothing that I can do about it, they have made their choices, I have to accept that and move on.

So, I had an eventful day yesterday, met a couple of gorgeous girls, and found out I'm going top lose a couple of close friends, and their regular company. An up and down day, but oh well, some you win, some you lose.

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A Thought Worth Knowing...

Out of everything you know, out of everything you learn, out of everything you experience, there is only your truth, and that is all that matters..

*Sighs*...

OK...I'm not gonna lie to you. Right now, in my life, there are two people who I really want to say something to them. One of them is Sonia, a girl who I have known since I was...what? Thirteen? Anyway, I have held a candle to her for a long time now, and she knows this. God, we've tried before, but never really got off the ground, that's why we are 'FWB' at the moment. The other is Aimee. I've known, no, lived, with this girl for nigh on a year now, and I really want to tell her, but...I don't know, from the offset, she told she wouldn't get with anyone she lives with because of past experiences...still, we have a very close relationship, almost to the point where we nearly said 'fuck it' and done the deed there and then. But we didn't. Our moral values stopped us from it. Sometimes I wish it didn't. I was with her earlier tonight, we were so close together, I could almost feel her breath when she spoke to me. It sent chills down my spine. She has this thing of moulding herself against me when we are together, and it just makes me want to jump on her and do all sorts to her...god, the thought of her makes me want to take that trip...Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's just me being silly about it all. If anything, the one thing I am least experienced at is relationships. I have mountains of experience when it comes to other things...like sex, for an obvious example, just when it comes down to the relationship thing...maybe it's just my young side, unsure on rocky ground,or maybe because of my ex that I am cautious on relationships. I haven't had one since her...*sighs* well, I know I'm gonna say something to one of them soon. I can't stay silent on it for much longer. I hate holding secrets for too long. But who do I talk to? Aimee, or Sonia? The old flame, or the one who I share a roof with? Or should I just let things lie, and move on?

Hmm...I'm rambling again. O well, better out than in, I suppose...god, I hope Tiggsz don't see this, she is close to Aimee...

Disobedience

He twirled the knife through his fingers, staring at the beauty tied to his bed. She squirmed at the site of his imposing figure, afraid at what he was going to do with the blade spinning menacingly around his fingers. He reached out with his one free hand, caressing her naked body, swirling his fingers against her pale skin. 


'Child, you have disobeyed me again, you know what that means, don't you?' 


She trembled at those words, she knew what it meant, that's why she disobeyed her master. He pressed the flat of the blade to her stomach.


'This time, since your disobedience has caused much embarresment to me, I am not going to administer the punishment,' her eyes went wild. 'Instead, I am going to let my friend show you what it means for embarassment to come upon you.' He turns to the door and calls out. 'My Lady, it is time.' 


A woman, tall, lithe, almost elf-like, walked in. Dull, black leather encased her slimline form. A whip, nine knotted leather strands tied to a snakeskin handle, fluttered menacingly with each step. The Lady stared at the tied victim with an almost bloodthirsty lust. 


'Is this the disobedient one?' 


'Yes, my Lady, and as you can she, she is ready for you to exact her punishment.'


'Good.' 


She unclasped the whip from her side, gliding it over the young girl's skin.


'You shall not speak, you will not resist, if you do, the pain will become worse. Do I make myself clear?' 


The girl, visibly shaken at her new Mistress, nods her head. 


'Very well,' 


The Lady brings the whip to bear, lashing at the thighs and arms. Her victim writhed in pain, fighting hard not to scream, not out of pain, but out of pleasure. She could feel herself wanting the lashings, craving the sensations it brings. Six more lashings came down onto her, each leaving their mark. 


'Turn her around, my young Errant.' 


'Yes, my Lady.' 


He unclasps the shackles from her wrists and ankles, deftly twisting her body until the as yet untouched skin was exposed. The shackles went back on, a little tighter than before. Face down, she couldn't tell when the nine strands will come, making her contemplate the what would come next. She could here whispering, too low for her to hear. A sliding sound, like a box being dragged across the floor. More movement at the foot of the bed, then a cold wetness sprays around her most intimate area. She knew what was coming, and she wanted it more.


'Errant, if I may.'


The Errant handed the Lady a long, thick rubber toy. She stared at it for a moment, admiring it's beauty. SHe knew what such a toy could bring, and almost chuckled at the thought.


'It is time.' the Lady murmured.

She Never Found me, I Found Her...

Around a year ago, I started up this little blog, mainly as a way to cope with my world. As a source of freedom and a chance to truly speak my mind, It gave me a chance to keep my own 'sanity' as it were. It worked wonders for me, and so I kept it going. Well, one night browsing through random blogs, I came across her site. The first post I saw made my heart jump. She was the first person I found online whose stories gave me a different understanding to all things sex. I must admit, I am the sensual type, but she put that sensuality on a whole different level. So, like anyone with an idea, I subscribed to her blog. Each post she put up made me smile, think, and give me ideas. Though, regrettably, I never had the courage to say 'Hey, I like your blog!' But, never-the-less, I kept reading. Now, I'm not entirely sure when, but I made the first move, though with a certain subtleness to it. A comment here, a reply to her musing on Twitter there. Slowly, we started having more and more contact with each other. It wasn't until recently she found my own blog though, I believe it was because of a post I made on Twitter, linking to a blog post I made. She made a comment on it, and then...well, as they say, the rest is history.

So, Gray my darling, thank you for sharing your stories, and giving me the inspiration, and courage, to write what I write.

If you are lucky enough to have come to my humble blog through Gray's, then I welcome you, and I hope that you enjoy my thoughts...

xx

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Tiggsz' Sexual Adventures...Part 1....

it all started as i walked through the front door him in his jeans and her in his t shirt. we went upstairs listened to some music, he went out and came back with liquor, we drank wine and things got heated he said " go on girls i know you want to" she came over to me a kissed me.he came over too and we shared a passionate 3 way kiss and things got even more heated we undressed and as he climbed on top of her she pulled me in closer and kissed me and then slid her hand down my boxers and started playing with me clit teasing me, she then slid her fingers inside me making me extremely wet. we then swapped and i climbed on top of him and made him cum so hard whilst i was riding him i had slid my fingers into her giving her a multiple orgasms. we fooled around some more then he had to give up so us girls carried on and gave him an impressive show then we all layed there and cuddled and fell asleep in each others arms. Tiggsz

Friday Fill-Ins!

1. A certain touch feels great.
2. The solution is always there.
3. Not a lot makes me fall asleep.
4. How about I be quiet now?.
5. A full body massage is something I highly recommend!
6. Imagine finding that one answer to a question you've always been asking.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to Sonia, tomorrow my plans include nothing, I ain't thought that fair ahead yet, and Sunday, I want to do something!

Flash Fiction Friday!

He watched as the two lovers embrace after their act. He was jealous of them, enjoying every inch of pleasure they get. Jealous of their bodies, their connection, their intamacy. He could feel himself harden at the sight of the young man lowering himself onto his wife. Oh, my wife. He wished he could give her the pleasure she desires, and yet, as she writhed in pleasure, he couldn't help but smile. At least I know something she doesn't. He closes the door, and turns to the blonde standing next to him. He presses a finger to her lips, feeling his way down. A gasp from behind turns him around. She is there...

Thanks to Panserbjørne for this week's Flash Fiction Friday!

Random Fantasy Thought...

He reached for the phone, vibrating it's way off the side of the table. It was her. A smile crept across his lips, thoughts of the last tie playing across his mind. The message asked him if he was free at that moment. He replies with a simplistic 'no'. Two minutes later, a knock at the door.Through the eyepiece, he see's a wisp of golden hair, sheltered by the hood of it's owner. His heart wanted to leap then and there, he knew it would be soon. He opens the door to his 'guest'. She steps in from the darkness, fire playing across those grey eyes. She said not a single word, merely brushing past him, her finger sliding over the bulge within his jeans. She walks into the living room, lowering the zip of her jacket. He would only look on, he knew the they were playing. He knew she would punish him if he made a single move, even closing the door would call for the crop. He could only watch her slide the leather gracefully over her shoulders, revealing nothing but bare skin. She turns, throwing her jacket aside. He could not move. His heart wanted her, to envelope her body within his arms, but that crop, that crop that played and teased the skin of her arms and chest, biting and breaking the skin of his. She walks to him, heels clicking on the floor. She casts the crop aside, watching his startled reaction.

"You, my love, have been patient long enough..." were her only words to her. It was all he needed...

One 21st Birthday Later...

Hey all, it's been a while! lol As you can probably tell from that alone I'm in a good mood, and I should be! The last four days have been a blur, to say the least. I have turned 21 this year, and, in true celebration style, have forgotten a lot of it. Thursday, the actual day, the morning was a torrent of Facebook messages, texts, emails, phone calls, and getting jump-hugged by Aimee and Toni on the staircase. I met up with a few people over the day, mainly Sonia, and our mutual mate Izzy, Chrissi popped up, almost on accident, and I met up with Nicole, a girl from my College days. I met up with the family later on in the day, mum providing a spread that I thought, no wished her, not to worry over. I was going to order curry, but then she pulled out all the stops, making pretty much everything I love in food form, minus a jar of chocolate spread (any guesses why I like that one ;)). I shared a few drinks with my mum and step-dad Neil, as well as my Grandad. Then I went home and shared a few joints with Stephen.

Next day, I had a few more lovers over, Sonia among them, then went out with my good mate Bodi for a few drinks. We had a good crawl, taking in as much alcohol as I could manage, when I stumbled home that night, a few bruises here and there, I was offered a line or two, as a birthday gift. I had to decline, don't touch coke, not any more...still the rest of the night went well, though I was a step away from pulling Aimee aside and telling her how I felt. That was a close call, there were about ten people in the back garden that night, and doing a thing like that gets the old rumour mill going. I retired that night in a good mood.

Saturday, now there was legend written all over the place that night. I went Central London that night, Sonia, Aimee, Stephen, Bodi, plus a few others that they brought along. I can't remember a lot from that night, except walking into the club. After that, I wake up in my bed the following morning, covered in bruises from the neck downwards. I know where a few of them come from, I get a bit clumsy when intoxicated, but the rest, god only knows.

Sunday I spent the whole day going through a few vids I picked up on my iPod. most of them you could barely make out, but one of them was a short, five second thing with mine and Aimee's lips locked. Oh fuck. I didn't know about that. I didn't see her that day. And I haven't seen her today either. Hopefully, she may have forgotten. I don't want to confuse her love life even more. The girl has enough on her plate.

With all things considered, it has been a legendary weekend. So now, time to pick up from where I left off...

Until next time!

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Friday Fill-Ins!

1. Eastbourne is my favorite place to travel to.
2. When I think about my childhood, I often remember the chase.
3. Random company makes for a good friend.
4. The wind in the trees, the rain on my skin, the feel of her on my neck.
5. "It" is so exciting!
6. My best friend knows too much of the shit I want hidden.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to chilling, tomorrow my plans include getting slaughtered and Sunday, I want to get over my hangover!

She had been holding that pose for the last few hours. God my ass aches, she thought to herself. The heat of the lamp aiming at her made her skin bead with sweat. Scratchings of charcoal, the gentle blows of moist lips, filled the quiet room. The tutor, a slim, dark-skinned woman contrasted to her pure white shirt, floated around the room. She had stopped at one of the students, coaching on her line work. The bell outside the room tolls for the end of class, the tutor calls to the others 'Tomorrow, we will delve further into our study of Chiaroscuro.' The students left, leaving the model and the tutor alone in the spacious room. 'You did well, for a first timer.' 'Thank you, I was starting to ache holding that pose.' The model reached for her robe, but the tutor got there first. 'Here, let me.' she said, her voice tinged in seduction. The model stretched her arms behind her, her excitement growing. The tutor's breath touched her neck, sending chills down her spine. 'You are beautiful, wouldn't mind drawing you myself...' She trailed off, her hands sketching her models outline...

The Reason For My Good Mood At This Early Hour...

I have recently had a mind blowing foursome with Harry, his girlfriend, her best mate, and myself. It was a... spontaneous decision. I was doing my usual late night sessions on Facebook, and Harry pops up on chat. At first it's niceties, the normal hello's, how are you's and such until he drops in the most random question that I have ever had online. "Do you wanna meet for some fun with my girl and her mate?" I, off all things, took a step back. Jesus, he must of said something now, so I asked. "Yeah, she knows." "I take it it's her idea?" "No, her mate's." uh-huh. "OK...where are we gonna meet?" "My place."

Shit. I wasn't expecting this, to be honest I wasn't prepared for it. So, picking up my keys and the usual crap I carry when out, I head to his. On the way, I was thinking if this was a joke, some prank on his behalf, he has pulled that on people from time to time. It wasn't. AS soon as I knocked on the door, I was being snogged by his Tammy's, Harry's girl's, mate Rachel. She intro'd herself, and pulled me into the living room, where Harry and Tammy were waiting. Tammy slapped me when she saw me, then kissed me. She said she didn't like the fact that I condoned his actions, but liked the fact I kept him right. I had to stop everything for a moment (Rachel was starting to kiss Harry, I was guessing that this sort of thing happened before), and asked if this was for real. Harry merely said "Yes." Alright then, I thought, who shall I have first...

This was my first four-way, and I have never felt so euphoric, no erotic, in my life. To feel Harry between my thighs, while Tammy's legs were wrapped around my face, was something else. Of course, toys were involved. We experimented with different positions, Harry having a vibe inside his arse while I devoured his cock. Tammy writhed in pleasure as I  thrusted into her pussy, Rachel feeding a thick, black dildo into her other hole. Stepping back while Rachel and Tammy, played with each other, Harry walking around, taking every angle of the events unfolding in front of us. Having Rachel against the wall, never slowing, never stopping. Harry taking a vibe to me, while feeding his own in as well. It all felt so natural. To be played with, to see a blond and a brunette fighting over my dick. To have Harry explode all over me, and to have both girls lick their way around my body...To have three gleaming holes wanting me to pleasure them. To cum over the faces of all three, damn I have never came so hard in my life...

It was the most intense sex session I have had in a long while, and I gave Harry a text, thanking him for the unexpected fun. He said to me: "No problem, maybe we could all do it again sometime." Oh I hope so Harry, I hope so...

Friday Fill Ins!

1. Strawberries -- the best food to take on a picnic.
2. Summer loving ;).
3. I bloody hate flip flops.

4. To love someone is to understand them.
5. There is nothing better than a long hike.
6. When I crave food, it's usually cheddar (I don't know why, I just love cheese!).
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to meeting an old friend, tomorrow my plans include total, self-indulgent laziness and Sunday, I want to have some fun!

Enjoy this week's Friday Fill-In's! (Thanks Janet!)

The Feeling...

I'm getting bored. I'm getting bored with life, the people around me, the things that I normally take great pleasure in (with the exception of sex, that is my only saving grace...), all of it is starting to get...well, dull. It starting to look like I need a change of pace, a change of scenery even, and I know that the little getaway I have planned with Aimee ain't going to be enough. These four beige walls are starting to close in a little bit. It ain't too bad at the moment, but with all things considered...

I'm starting to feel like how I was when I first started this blog over a year ago, all down trodden and weary. Weary, what a word to put up. I feel old again, as old as the trees that line my road. One of the guys from the hostel, not sure who, I was pretty bladdered by that point, said to me that all I needed was a pipe and a pair of slippers and I'll be sorted. Yeah, like I want to make a career in armchair relaxing and a spot of tea and crumpets on a Thursday afternoon. I need the inspiration to feel young again. Damn, I'm twenty one next week, and I feel ready to pick out my favourite coffin! Hell, maybe I just need a kick in the backside or something. If only I could find that spark to light my life up again, maybe that could be the thing that I need. Who knows. I am told that I will get my life on course, and I hope that I do, but this journey has taken it's toll on me to no end. I still keep going, pushing as hard as I can, yet I do it without that old edge I used to have a long time ago.

Maybe I'll figure it out, but for now, I need to get something going. God knows what though. Any ideas people?

Modern Warfare 2 - Amazing Knife Throw

I'll tell you what, this video actually made my jaw drop! I love Call of Duty 2, and that is a nigh on impossible throw...

Oh The Heat...

This past weekend has been nigh on unbearable! This heat has fried me, both on the skin and in the head, I can barely think little lone act...but, with all things, it should pass soon. With that in mind, I have some part exciting, part interesting news. Aimee, the girl whose bed is above my head each night, has had a bust up with some guy who has been messing her around recently. She came to me in tears, shaking pretty badly. I sat her down on my bed and held her. I knew it was what she needed. She let it all out, each and every last tear soaking through my tee. Her shaking had stopped, feeling safe in my arms. She started to speak, telling me about her situation. I said nothing, allowing her to flow through with her problems. Her monologue was punctuated with her screams. Deep, primal, angry screams. They hurt the ear, but they excited me in other ways. Now, I care about Aimee, she is probably one of the most level headed people in Chilton, but I could never sleep with her. We are too close as mates to do that. Now, with her let out her anger, I sorted her a cuppa and offered her a smoke. We sat there for a while, going over the events, helping her make sense to all of it. Now, I don't know who this guy was until I heard his tag name. Beserk. Cue a flashback of him with one of my ex-girlfriends. He was known as a serial sex maniac in my old area. I told her straight what I knew, and thought of him. She just shrugged. She thought as much.

Aimee went on about getting away for a few days, somewhere out the way to clear the head a bit. I made the suggestion of Eastbourne. My Great-Grandma owns a flat there, and she allows the grand kids and the great-grand kids to rent it out if we wanted. I had the email with the details to hand so I told Aimee the essentials. She sounded interested, and asked if friends were allowed into the flat. I told her no, because there has to be at least one member of the family in the household while it's being rented. SO it meant I had to be there. Aimee, surprisingly, didn't mind. So we got thinking about it. When would we go? Could we have the funds for it? How would we get there? How long for? We managed to answer those questions with a few phone calls and several scraps of paper. I sent an email down to my Great-Grandma, asking if I could book it for the days we wanted. I got an answer after about ten minutes. It was a yes, plus, as it was my birthday coming up, we got it for nothing. I thought excellent! Aimee became much brighter after that, and left my room shortly after with a spring in her step. That made me happy beyond belief, to see a friend be happy with the things to come.

So, we will be leaving on the 7th June, giving us two plenty of time to sort our stuff out and get everything else sorted. To be honest, I am a little apprehensive about it. We're planning to buy alcohol for the getaway, which means my mouth will run faster than Usain Bolt on speed. I just hope that I won't say anything  too out of order, or too deep, to Aimee. I can't expose my true feelings for her, as I don't want to damage our relationship. But, I don't know what will happen, so I best brace myself for any coming storm that may approach.

Moans...

Right, I'm having a moan now. Alex, one of the guys I live with, has his new girlfriend over. And what do young lovers do in the middle of the night? Scream until everyone in the knows they are fucking! God damn, I have never such screamers in my life before! They really do take the piss in terms of sex noises. It's like every five, maybe ten seconds, all i hear is the rhythmic banging of his bed, her moans of pleasure, that wet slap of skin to skin, all of it combining into one major headache. I know I'm not one to complain, I can let out a moan of pleasure as loud as anyone, but they win the prize for it! I may just have to have a word or two him (though saying that, if i did walk in that room, with the handy master key I own, I'll get a good kicking!), but I think I'll leave that to the morning.

OK. Moan over, now for some ramblings. I am put up something which I wrote a while ago, tyet never had the chance to post it up, until now. So, without further ado, here it comes.

I love cock. Bold, I know, but, for all it's worth, I love it more than pussy. Don't get me wrong, I love pussy as much as the next man, but I just love cock. In my arse, in my mouth, it feels so GOOD. My lover, Harry, fucked me so hard the other night, I was in really bad pain, but I took so much pleasure out of it, I couldn't give a damn. His dick, long, thick, and slightly curved, felt like it was going to rip me apart, and that's what I love about sleeping with men. I can 'relate' to the pleasure they get from me giving them my cock. I know it, felt, derived pleasure from it, so it gives me a higher level of pleasure on top of what I get. Sounds a bit greedy, but think about it. Sex with women is a completely different pleasure to sex sex with men. You sleep with a woman, and you take that pleasure like it's worth more than gold, but take a man in your bed, and it gets, FEELS, more personal. I can't really explain it, guess I am a bit young still ;).

Now, I am quite experienced in the pleasures of men, but my lover Harry, I am his first. Bless him, he tries so hard. Like I said before, I didn't know he was bi when I met him. Then, around Christmas last year, he come out to me, wanting to explore this side of sex. We've been meeting up regulary since, and I hate to say it, but I've grown fond of him. I like sharing my bed with him, he has a way about him, the way he holds himself. Full of it, but is oh-so-vulnerable. I love it when he lets me lead, then gets caught up in the the euphoria of it all and takes control. It gives me so much pleasure knowing I gave him this chance to do it. Ooh, I need to change the subject, I'm getting excited just thinking about him.

So, now I need to find some sleep (or a way to help ;)) and I shall post soon.

Until then.

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Friday Fill Ins!

1. A morning coffee never fails to make me smile.
2. I'm looking forward to my 21st!!.
3. The sounds of house and garden work is what I'm listening to right now.
4. Potato salad must have mayonnaise in it!
5. Stephen's special pasta was the best thing I ate today.
6. Today was pretty damn tiresome.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to a good film, tomorrow my plans include relaxation and Sunday, I want to have Parris over!

I'll tell you what, this Friday Fill-In thing ain't half bad, I'll think I'll carry this on...

Head over to Janet's sweet little site for more Friday Fill-Ins!

Right...

As you may have noticed, the last three-out-of-four posts that i have put up recently have been about my life a good few years ago. The main reason behind this is that Vicky, bless her, once told me that if I could set my mind to it, I could write a damn good book. Taking that to heart, I decided to start writing up the most important part of my life, my time with the Dark Angels. I posted the first three chapters (Birth to Dark Angels, Two Weeks On, and Running A Job), and now I want to know if I should carry on posting them in between my usual ramblings, or save the rest. What do you guys think? Let me know and I'll take a vote he he ;)

Elsewhere in my life, things have improved somewhat. Sonia has creeped back into my life, and for the past two days, we have been locked in my bedroom doing...well, pretty much anything. That's what I like about Sonia, always up for a laugh, always ready to explore things. She had been keeping herself busy at uni while I toiled away with my life. She met a guy out there, but it didn't work out. It's a shame, she needs someone closer to her, sometimes I do wish it was me though...

Zoe has gone, Leigh found out about Toni and her, causing all sorts of shit to blow up. Not looking for any implications into the affair, I broke things up between us. That being said, we still talk intimately on a regular basis, and I know she has been hinting at a possible meet-up. I won't go there though, the girl, regardless of the history between us, I just don't want the drama. Too much hassle for what is a fling.

I have been seeing Harry a lot more frequently recently. He is really getting into his own now. I'm glad he has coming to terms with his sexuality. I'm also glad that I could help him explore it. I may have said this before but, well, sod it. It's nice to see a jack-the-lad be in a vulnerable situation like that. It can be a bit humbling at times though, to see such a thing. Maybe I'm just too used to used to being with more confident men.

Life has Chilton, on the other hand, has gone downhill a bit. The staff have started clamping down on us, taking a  few choice manoeuvres. I found Fie stalking the house at 11pm the other night. Scared the shit out of me. The place stunk of weed, and even though everyone in the house was out of it, including me, we all denied it. Fie was not impressed with us, but it shook us out of our comfort zone. We have all taken to going out of the property now, regardless of whether or not it's a joint, or a simple cigarette. At least we have the block of private flats round the corner, a nice little place, quite well sheltered, and quiet, you could hear a pin drop at the other end of the car park.

The guys of the house are alright. Stephen had a little bother with his finances, but he's managed to clear it up, and make a bit of cash on top. He's found himself a girl now, a nice Polish lass called Monica. He sees her nigh-on everyday. He's still meeting up with other girls though, but his relationship with Monica is along the lines of 'friends with benefits', so you can imagine what I have to block out half the time ;)

Dee, well, she's her own situation. Me and her had an intimate conversation over a smoke one evening, and she told me that she pines over her ex, who still sees her regularly. Bless her heart, chasing a guy who has admitted to her that he doesn't love her back. Ruel, the ex, is a decent bloke, but he's just not in wanting for the relationship that Dee wants. It seems almost a shame. She is such a nice person at heart, no matter the bravado.

Toni is still trying to find a way to sort herself out. In the last three weeks, she has changed her mind about all-sorts. She went girly dress mode, exercise regime, healthy eating, all went from promising starts to 'can't be arsed' ends. The girl has potential, just not the drive to step up to the plate. I don't think she will get very fer in her college course as well. I find it a shame. A glorious failure.

Aims is...god, I don't actually know what she is up to these days. All I know is that she has going out nearly every day with her mates Jade, Scott and Vic. A nice lot, but too much on the drugs. They smoke at least two ounces a day! How they can stand I do not know...

Taking into account all that has happened these last few months, I think I am better for it all. Yes, there was drama, yes, there was loss, and yes, there were good times, but I reckon I am on course again, back to how I was three/four ago, and I'm proud of that. I've done a lot recently (oh yeah, I'm thinking of joining the navy, but not for a long while yet, need to get fit first before anything), so I can say that I have turned my life around, and I can NOT wait for the day that everything in my life is in place, and that my heart can say at last: I am at peace.

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Running A Job

I reached Intel's flat about thirty minutes before the time he asked. I waited around a bit, smoking a cigarette (I bought a pack of tailor-made smokes since I cleaned out the pouch of rolling tobacco I had that day), listening to the radio. I buzzed Intel's flat on the panel by the door. Intel picked up.

“That you Az?”

“Yeah it's me.” He buzzed me through, the lock on the door in front of me clicking open.

Intel was a shady little character. He got his name due to his network of contacts all around the borough, plus he was good at tracking. Word had it his father was ex-SAS, so it didn't surprise me that his senses were tuned so highly. He never said much when the group was together, speaking only when he needed to, normally about some trouble that's gone down.

I reached the door to his flat, three floors up the block. He had left it open, something he rarely does. Must be busy, I thought to myself when I crossed the threshold.

“Intel?” I called out.

“In the living room, Az.” Came his reply. I found him hunched over the coffee table, tapping at his laptop. “You're early, mate.”

“I know, I always am.”

“True that.”

“So, what's your problem?”

He turns around in his seat. “Earlier today, I got a call from a friend of mine in Ruislip, he has been saying that he's got a load of gear to shift, and that he needs help from us.”

“What sort of gear?”

“Hardware, mainly tools, and few bags of grade on top.”

“If that's all, then why call us?”

“Because it's hot.” Here we go, I thought. We get to play mule to some fucker who's done a raid out there, and somehow slipped up.

“Is this a favour, or a job?”

“A job, of course. He wants us to meet up with him at Hare's Field, you know the park opposite the pub?”

“Yeah I know the place.”

“Good, go grab a few blades from the kitchen, just in case something goes wrong.” I went into the kitchen, picking up the big ones out of the pot. “Oh, and grab a beer for me please, you can have one too.” I pulled two beers from the fridge, cracking them open with the bottle opener on my key chain. I head back into the living room, and set the blades down on the table. I passed Intel his beer and took a seat next to him.

We waited for a good couple of hours, not really saying a lot. I was texting K, swapping steamy messages about what we want to do to each other when we would be alone next. Intel was still on his laptop, feverishly tapping away at the keyboard. He was working on some Word document, I didn't know what it was about. I checked the time on the clock. It was 10:30pm, well into the evening.

“When is this guy going to ring?” I asked Intel.

“He said that he will ring when he gets there, he didn't say anything about what time though.”

“Oh, OK then.” I was getting bored, plus the texts from Lady K were giving me the horn. Five minutes later, the call came through. Intel spoke on the phone for a few minutes, then clicked out.

“It's time mate.” He said to me. We headed out to the car, an old 205. Intel had the engine tweaked to give it an extra push. We made our way to Hare's Field in relatively light traffic, so progress was quick. We got to the park where we arranged to meet. Intel called him on the phone. After a quick conversation, he hung up.

“Come, let's move.” Intel said. We got out of the car, and walked into the field. Something didn't feel right, I thought, yet as with all things like this, I'm always a bit paranoid. We found the guy on the far side of the field, near a clump of bushes.

“Charlie, how are ya?” Intel said to the guy.

“I'm alright, just need top get this gear moved. Who's this guy?”

“The name's Azrael mate.” I replied.

“Uh-huh, OK.”

“Where's the gear Charlie?” Intel popped in.

“In the bag, Intel.” Charlie chucks the bag to Intel, who goes through it. He frowns slightly, pulling out a hammer from the backpack.

“Mate, this hammer's stained. You didn't tell me that it was used.” Intel said.

“I didn't think I needed to, I just thought you wanted to know what was in it, not if it was used.” Charlie responded.

“Well, it's gonna cost you extra Charlie, otherwise I ain't doing it.”

“What the fuck do you mean by that?”

“£100 extra, or the deal is off.”

“Fuck off! I ain't doing that! That would mean £500 I would have to pay!”

“Take it or leave it mate, or we walk.”

“Oh, fine then.” He pulls a wad of cash from his pocket, counting out the notes. He offers it to Intel, who refuses.

“Give it to Az, he's holding it.” I take the cash, and stash it in an inside pocket.

“Sweet, now we are off mate, watch yourself Charlie.” Intel said.

“Alright then, see you about mate. Safe Azrael.”

“Safe mate.” I replied.

We broke off in different directions, Charlie heading towards the bus stop, us towards the car. Even though the deal was done, I still felt uneasy about my surroundings, and I was right. A brick flew into Intel's face, knocking him out. I look round, and I see three guys running up. I pull out the blades I was carrying, shouting at Intel to get up. He wasn't responding.

“Ah fuck it!” I shouted. “Come on you cunts!” The first one reached me, a screwdriver in his right hand. I dodged his swing, slashing at his leg. I missed, so I turned around and stabbed his stomach. The guy fell, a yelp of pain escaping his lips. The others reached me at the same time, one had a brick, the other a thin pole. I blocked the brick, pain searing up my arm. The thwack of the pole stung my back. I kicked out, connecting with the pole-wielder's shin. I head butted the other guy with the brick, and swung at his neck. I connected this time, and blood seeped from the gash. He stumbled back, desperately trying to hold the wound. I turned around to face my other opponent, who had grabbed the screwdriver from his fallen comrade. He threw the pole at me, missing me by an inch, and charged at me. I dodged him, and plunged the blade into his back. I felt the blade, which was a chef's knife, hit bone. He fell, screaming in pain.

I picked up Intel, who was still unconscious, and dragged him to the car. I threw him in the passenger seat, pulling his keys from his jacket. I jumped into the driver's seat, starting up the engine. I pulled away from the park, and drove down towards the estate. I got out my phone, pulling up Jimmy's number. It rang, then he picked up.

“Hey, Az, what's up?”

“Jim, shit's kicked off mate, Intel is in a bad way, I'm heading to yours now.”

“Kicked off? What the fuck has been going on?”

“Intel arranged a job, and asked me to come along with him. The deal went fine, but we got jumped on the way back to the car. He got a brick to the face, and I got hit a few times.”

“What about the guys that jumped you?”

“I dealt with them, what else could I do?”

“Ah shit. Alright, get to mine, I'll call K to get her arse over here.”

“OK, I'll see you in a bit.”

The drive over took around ten, maybe fifteen minutes, reaching Jimmy's around the same time as Lady K did. Intel was still under, blood dripping from his nose, which looked shattered. K helped me get him inside. Jimmy opened his door, letting us through. He took the car keys from me, so he could get the car in the drive. I laid Intel over the dining table, K started working on his face. His nose was broken, so K set it straight. That woke Intel up.

“AHH! What the fuck was...how the fuck...what happened Az?”

“We got jumped Intel. You took a brick to the face. I dealt with the guys that attacked us.”

“You see Charlie anywhere?”

“No, last I saw him, he was heading to a bus stop.”

“OK. Ah fuck it woman! Watch your hands!”

“Sorry Intel,” K said. “Let me patch this up, and you should be good.”

“OK, thanks.”

“Don't mention it.”

I headed into the living room, and sat with Jimmy. He started questioning me about what the deal was. I explained the deal, showing him the cash I was given by Charlie.

“Damn, £500?! just for the gear?”

“Yeah, and it's disposal, by the sounds of it.”

“Sounds about right, I'm surprised Intel took you out with that one, he normally has Tame or Shade with him on those jobs.”

“Guess it was my lucky day then mate.” Jimmy laughed at that.

“Come Az, let's get you a beer.”

We went into the kitchen, the sounds of K working on Intel's nose being heard clearly. Damn, I never heard so many sexist things being said in a space of ten minutes. K stayed silent, trying her hardest to fix that nose. Jimmy grabbed two beers from the fridge, throwing me one. I took it, opened it, and drank deeply. I needed it, the adrenaline in my body was giving me the shakes. I went over to the toilet to have a look at my back. Angry red marks covered the middle of it. I had to swear, I felt the pain from the wounds for the first time since the attack. Gonna have to get K to look at that, I thought to myself.

“You OK in there, Az?” I heard Jimmy call out to me.

“Yeah I'm fine,” I replied. I noticed that Intel's shouting had stopped. “Everything OK in there?”

“Yeah, he's patched up now, need anything looked at?” Lady K said.

“Erm...nah, I'm alright.”

I headed back out to the kitchen, the other three already there. Intel held out his bottle. “Thank you, mate, I'm glad I called you now.”

I clinked my bottle with his. “It's alright Intel, shit happens.”

“Sweet, do you have the cash?” Intel gingerly touches his nose.

“Yeah,” I said, chucking the wad of notes on the table. “So now what?”

“Well, Intel will do his usual dumping run later on, but for now, who fancies a curry?” Jimmy said. Trust him to come up with that. That night ended quietly, mainly conversation on the night's events being the main theme. Later, we found out who jumped us in the field that night. Some minor crew that, apparently, attacks anyone they don't recognise. Usual younger attitude to people. This little incident, though, did shed some light on the state of play at home. Rumour was that several of the younger elements of the area were going far beyond what the likes of us would do normally. Attacks on the elderly and random house raids were becoming commonplace. That piece of information alone worried me. Those in my generation did a lot to get things into some natural order, now 'Renegades', as Tame affectionately called them, were abusing that. Still, at least there were distractions to it, like my relationship to K, for instance. Things got intense between quite quickly, so it isn't hard imagine what happened between us. Nearly a month passes almost without incident, with the exception of Arch and Kane getting arrested while out on the tiles one night. Apparently, Kane started arguing with some random bloke over a drink, and Arch jumped in, then they started fighting. Cue the police. They got slapped on the wrists for it and moved on. A month on, and things took a turn for the worse.