by Coco Houston
As we head into the back of the jeep, Brad takes off my cardigan and starts kissing my neck taking light kisses down to my nipples, sending tingles down my back dancing around my breasts. His breathing is hard and slow as I gasp with pleasure. He slips off my boots, undoes my jeans and thrusts his finger past my thong (already damp with excitement), straight into my secret place. Brad covers my lips with his, flicking his tongue in and out of my mouth as I grip his hardness, taking it out of his pants. Moving away from his mouth, I slink down level with his penis, which is rock hard, dripping sperm when take it in my mouth. “I want to be inside you so much, please sit on me, darling, sit on it,” Brad demands through his gasps and moans of pleasure. I take him out of my mouth, then straddling him, I lower myself down slowly, taking every inch of him deep up inside me, and my eyes are glistening with pleasure in the moonlight shining through the window.
“Coco, oh Coco,” he says as he begins to climax.
“Fuck me, Brad,” I am begging him to fill me with every drop of his sperm. “I want it all!” I seductively whisper as my body shudders with excitement. He fills me with warm liquid; he holds my hair, pulling my head back as we climax together.
He is hard again within seconds, so both of us, naked in a jeep, make love again as I climb back on his erection and we move into each other once more Brad ejaculates again. The sunroof is opened to the sky as we make love on and off for hours as under the stars we share an erotic loving act all night long. It is such an amazing, yet debilitating feeling. Daylight starts to filter through the jeep window as Brad spurts sperm in me for the third time; it is so romantic despite both of us naked in the backseat of a car. I feel that the past few weeks of turmoil have disappeared, no kind of buried themselves from dusk to dawn in pure, raw sexual passion. He tells me that I have no idea of how much he missed me; perhaps not, but fuck I know how I missed him. Understatement of the century.
“Coco, thank you darling, I just desperately wanted you so much tonight,” Brad says so lovingly whilst gazing into my eyes.
Now that it is early morning, we decide we better go as Brad is supposed to be finishing a night shift just as I thought, but I want to go to McDonalds for breakfast. The place is empty as we plonk ourselves down at a table holding hands drinking coffee. We have to hurry Brad has to go. I wish we were going home to bed together. He drops me off at my house kissing me goodnight. Ha-ha good morning more like. When I get in, I don’t shower because I don’t want to wash his scent off me. I just cleanse my face; putting on my night cream in the morning, I smirk thinking everything is upside down today. Getting into bed, I smell him on my skin as I pull up the duvet; I pretend he is beside me as I go to sleep. For the first time in weeks, I feel calm, as a tranquil veil made of love descends gently over me. This is so much better than Diazepam. (“For now!” my friends in my head say. Where the hell have they been? I haven’t heard from them in a while s but then I am not likely to when I’m happy or of sound mind, well that’s a lie because I am never stable am I?) All I need is Brad to fuck me all through the bewitching hours, and then I sleep like a baby, because I got another one over on his wife or perhaps I am just the cat that stole the Devon cream.
The Rest of May 2009
May passes by so quickly; we are both actually working a lot of night shifts just now and spend whatever time we can together. We have lovely romantic walks through the trees at night when it is pitch black in the forest, which I love, I’m nocturnal, so on being with him out there I suffer no fear. As the moon is full tonight, I tell Brad, laughing, “All the werewolves will be out roaming the woods.” He nearly about shit himself at the thought of them hunting us down. I was not one bit scared out there raking about in the stygian darkness (I was actually wishing to meet Edward from the Twilight movie, yet him probably if he knew me, like Brad would nearly shit himself at the thought) as his love acted as my shield of protection. Right Coco! As our intimacy grows, we also begin talking about everything and anything. Nothing feels awkward or wrong, it is just easy to say whatever is on our minds. We share the same dreams.
I start sending even more sexy photographs of myself to his phone. How pathetic is that? Seriously Coco! This time the one I send is one of my favourites. It is me standing wearing only tiny red pants with black lace and my finger seductively just above my clitoris. Brad would now store these photos in his second secret phone, and then he would send pictures back of his hard cock dripping with cum after wanking to my photos. I would pretend to Brad to masturbate moaning while looking at his photos, wishing I could be there in person. This becomes our game. Eh! My game, for what? What was I trying to achieve with this nonsense. I love to watch him doing this. Did I? Cow, he’d say. Eh! Highland Cow, please Brad.
I however love the intimacy we share, both when we together also when apart. There is no doubt we both have serious feelings about us. We belong to each other, he is mine and I am his and together we are special or so we believe. (“Are the two of you together really so special though?” I hear my friends in my head question.) You know what I say in reply. Two words. Fuck off!
June 2009
June brings the summer and Brad is down cutting my grass in the glorious heat. We would share many an evening over some wine and then make love. We are living pretty much like a real couple, other than the fact that he doesn’t live with me yet. We make love everywhere, in hotels, at our castle, on the warm sand at the beach. Everything is awesome. For now.
21st June
Summer Solstice also known as Litha is here again. It is one of the lesser Sabbats and the dates can vary slightly from year to year. Summer Solstice, we celebrate the Sun God at her highest. Night time is now being dominated by the daylight, and the days are at their longest. It is also celebrating the beauty of our planet and all she provides for us. We share and eat honey, fresh vegetables, fresh citrus and summer fruits. Use herbs like lavender and fennel, lemon verbena and thyme and fresh basil. Drink ale and homemade mead and be thankful for the season of wonderful food and life. We cook with all the fresh foods and bake with all the sweet berries.
One hot day during Litha, I am baking in the kitchen wearing tiny red shorts and a small white top showing off my flat stomach. Brad turns up out of the blue. He comes in and kisses me, smacking my arse. “Ouch! Brad,” I laugh. He then licks his finger dipped it in the bowl of dry icing sugar and puts it on my nose. He laughs, so funny he thinks. I take a handful of the icing sugar powder then fling it over his curls, as it lands it sprinkles the dark hair on his head pure white. This time I laugh, shouting, “Hi! You salt and pepper head.” Picking up the bowl, he empties it over me. I lift the box and fling more over him. A fight starts as he lifts a strawberry and squishes it on my nose. I try to get some strawberries too but he is too fast so I put the cookie dough on him instead. What a state we both are then; I scream on seeing the mess all over the place, including our clothes. Brad steps forward kissing me again as behind my back he puts his hand over what is left of the cookie dough and rubs it into my hair. “Bastard!” I scream.
“What did you call me?” he asks coming towards me with the rest of the box of strawberries. “What, Coco?”
I run around the table. “Nothing, I said nothing!” I shout back as I run around the other side again to get away but he comes across the top of the table so he catches me shouting, “OH! No, please don’t.” He picks me up and lays me top of the kitchen table. He kisses me, putting strawberries from his mouth into mine. He pulls off my top and takes the box of icing sugar, shaking the remnants of it onto my nipples. As tiny drops of pure white sugar land on my nipples, making them look like little snow-capped mountains, he sucks it off. He pulls down my red shorts and gets so excited when he realises I am not wearing any underwear.
My body is sun-kissed, covered in coconut oil due to the summer heat, so between that the sugar, strawberries and the chocolate dough in my hair, Brad says I taste and smell so sweet. Like his own homemade strawberry tart (as in, once he told his
wife he loved strawberry tarts when referring to me. Hmmm!). Cute! He lays me back naked on the cold hard table as he reaches over for more coconut oil as he massages me; it all just melts into my warm skin. Brad opens my legs and slowly pushes every inch of him inside me. He then lifts me onto the worktop, spreads my legs and starts licking my clitoris, flickering his tongue gently over it, then puts it in and out of me so quickly until I climax. He gets up, then kissing me he carries me over laying me back onto the table once more; he holds one leg right up over his head, enters me again, pounding me hard until he comes, jetting deep inside me loads of hot liquid as my legs tremble in excitement, I come again. Contented and smiling as he lifts me down from the table kissing me, I feel so in love I can hardly walk.
“Guess what, Blake?” I ask him in shocked amazement on discovering that anyone in the world passing could see what had just taken place.
“What?” he asks, laughing at the expression on my face. Before I answer, I looked around at the kitchen at him and you would think a food bomb had exploded. Then I look at us standing naked covered in stuff and oil, him with his cock still semi-hard, all of this and the fact no cookies would be baked today are the least of my worries. As I point over to the other side of the kitchen, Brad turns to see what I mean; my back door, which is at the side of the house facing out onto the street, Brad had accidently left wide open. Oh my God! He leaves soon afterwards. I finish cleaning up the mess. As it is a lovely night with just a little chill in the air, I decide to go for a walk. On walking through the trees by the river, I notice a stone table. I stop, smile, back track then I point my wand at the table casting a spell to set up my witches’ altar. I walk round the tree in my beautiful long cream coat, and I come out from ‘round the other side dressed in my witches’ cloak. I draw the pentagram softly in the air, differently for my candle spells. I curtsy to my altar before casting a candle spell of love, asking the goddess to convince Brad Blake that he wants me and only me. I close my circle with my wand and black salt, for protection of all on ending the spell, then I just walk away in the dark, in the opposite direction as my altar clears itself behind me. I appear again, dressed as before in my cream lace dress and long cream cloak, I now get up on the stone table that I used to provide my altar. I stand on it under the tree in the moonlight, holding my wand as I stare out over the water, thinking, I smile sadly to myself; knowing that along with all this love it includes a lot of doubt, that there is also a lot of pleasure with pain.
Chapter VI
Memories Lost in Time
The calendar months seemed to go very swiftly by as we continued to grow closer with passing time. Lammas: August Eve came and went as quickly. This is a Sabbat to pay homage to Lugh, the Celtic Sun God. Brad celebrates it with me, lighting yellow candles to honour the death and rebirth of the god. His fucking face is a picture, I think he is so glad when it is all over, but he likes the cranberry muffins and the alcoholic nectar of the gods that follow, but refuses to eat the baked squirrel, a traditional dish, which I don’t have. He doesn’t know that though and almost shit himself when I said that was what is being served for dinner. Just another playful game of mine, he laughs nervously at me, I can see him contemplating if this is so, he is still not sure what to think about, dinner or me. The relationship we shared had worked so far despite that under certain circumstances we were not being completely truthful with each other – not yet. Let’s just say you wouldn’t class us as being an honourable couple who were forthright in this affair, but is this not what the scenario is though? Stories and lies? Maybe, but there were still too many dark, deeply hidden secrets between us. Both of us very much aware this needed to be addressed, but it was easier to stay in denial than deal with it, I suppose. Neither one of us wanting to approach the subject first, yet hoping the other wouldn’t bring it up. Due to this undeniable fact of the silence of this situation between us the fighting between us had increased as did the sex, both were becoming more extremely intense. We fought with the passion we made love with; then perhaps some. I went from a conscious spirit of ecstatic happiness to feeling morbidly depressed as I felt trapped in a place of hopelessness. That was followed by hatred of everything, which then went on and blossomed into a kind of sad sorrowful love for him. I walked around carrying a cloud of guilt above my head, for living in and exuding physically such an emotionally unstable love in my commitment to Brad. Which was what exactly? I decided to go out tonight. Back to the place I cast the candle spell of love. This time I am dressed in my witch clothes to perform Black magic. It is dark and very late so no one will see me. Besides, I don’t actually care that much. I hurry back to the stone table, I am so hell bent on cursing Brad Blake. On arriving there, I turn my back on it, angrily I glare out over the water once again as I chant with my back to it, asking for a demonic presence. Swiftly I turn around, feeling it has arrived, angrily I fling my hand in the air and bring down my satanic altar, where it sits in front of me on that same fucking cold concrete surface. I fling black salt everywhere as I protect nothing. I curse Brad Blake to hell with all I got, acknowledging for it to come back to me times three – FUCKING NOT! I dance with glee. I hear no music box. Or voices saying, "He loves me? He loves me not?" I dance with all the invisible witches that only my eyes can see. As I lift my dress kicking up my legs to the devil playing the bagpipes. I dance all over the forsaken land before I clear my altar with one swift swipe of my hand. Done. I precedent over that empty witches, pulpit. Mission accomplished. Fuck him. Over and done. Complete but not delete. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! I go home. I say nothing.
The next day as I sit in the garden pondering over my childhood dreams of making a fairy-tale love story of my own, I was left with little hope. As by now all my expectations of this happening had been broken and justly so, with his haunting lies. Amidst it all is my black and white, dark and light spells. Yet, it would seem, he was still a senseless addiction I couldn’t be without. Dark days were returning, bringing lost hours in which I found myself creating in me a whole new obsession with Brad Blake. My invisible friends were back. Their voices shouting in my head were warning me not to trust him. I found myself crying out loud at them, insisting they shut up whilst refusing to listen to their advice, because trust him is exactly what I did. I stupidly went against all reason and common sense, deliberately forgetting everything I’d ever been taught in lessons of love, because I wanted too. This false security in a chosen fantasy love, in which I had been pretending to be comparable to Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, but the fact they both took their own lives in the end, which in reality is absurd, so this drawn out fantasy love story along with everything else it too eventually took its toll on me. I decided on something which I truly believed to be the ultimate sacrifice for him, a mistake that cost me very dearly in the end.
Early one morning out of the blue Brad arrives with some of his clothes. He said he wants to stay with me for a while and that his wife was aware of the fact he was with me. I just looked at him questioning nothing. I decided that this was a good opportunity of finding out if this is what I had really wanted.
It is late as daylight is fading in the hot season of the year; the warm breeze of summertime blows the cherry blossoms about in the garden. I sit on an old wooden bench (which my father handmade out of tree trunks and logs) with a glass of red wine, watching them being scattered in the soft wind, I think it looks a beautiful, dreamy enchanted place of tranquillity to be. It was my magical world, a garden I created with all the trees and tiny flowers amongst which sat solar powered fairy houses which glowed lights from little windows in the dark. I loved this place. Yet the beauty of this picture, however, with the scent of the nearby roses lingering in the air evokes memories for me, which disgusted me for disturbing my perfect haven also I contemplate how those memories hold bitter hurt for me certainly no happiness. Now, tonight perhaps all that would change as I feel it is the perfect time to act out my plan.
Brad said he was going to visit his mother. He was only gon
e a short while when he returned saying he had changed his mind now he sits quietly beside me amongst the cherry trees, as I turn around he smiles. I remember how I hated those cherry trees with a passion more than ever felt for Brad. I ask him to close his eyes; on him doing so, I lean over towards him, playfully dropping kisses ever so lightly on his nose, so delicately that they can barely be felt. On wondering what is tickling him, he abruptly opens his eyes. My explanation to him is that the garden fairies came over to kiss his beautiful face. Laughing, he takes hold of me by my collar of my shirt; he pulls me into him now kissing me full on the mouth. I wear no bra, this shows through the white silk as my nipples have grown hard on rubbing against his body. On us pulling apart, he notices this; he takes one of them between his fingers, gently massaging it through the soft material before whistling in appreciation at how erect it now stood. Putting my hand down between his legs, I can feel him throbbing; I know that he also wore no pants, which is beginning very clearly to show. I whistle back. I stand up, pulling him to his feet as I take him by the hand to get the car keys. Brad asks where we are going, winking at him, I explain to our castle so he can lay me on the sand. We drive out to the ancient derelict castle, where below it he slowly makes love to me on the beach. Then as he fucks me again amongst the old ruins, I feel something has shifted in our relationship as I sense that once more our love is invincible. He has returned to the status of being my prince crowned with adoration as he urgently empties his sperm into me, greedily I share his orgasm with all the ardour in the world. I promise myself to put his ghosts of the past to rest, praying that’s where they would forever remain. I hope the lies would no longer keep resurfacing. But then again even after the love we have just shared, on buttoning up my shirt, I feel no composure inside me, with certainly no promise of my final wish being granted as I pull my knickers back up.
