Today my Dear,
On day four,
I give to You,
Your dirty, wanton whore.
I want it rough
Dirty and full of smut.
In any and every way,
Make me Your slut.
When I arrived at my car, after a LONG day of work, on my Birthday, I found this in a nice little envelope on my driver’s seat. It was written by Professor on actual white Birch bark. It left me breathless. I’m a VERY LUCKY girl!
Walk with me
Through the White Birch Woods
Lay for me on the moss-draped log
Remove your clothes for me, and lay touching the earth
Feel the sun strike your skin and your passion rise
Open yourself to me, and show me the sweet heaven
Where your sex resides
Gasp for me
As I plunge tongue to flesh and lap
Arch your back for me, as ecstasy unfolds in trembling body
And fists clench in cool, damp moss
Feel small for me, as you call forth the stream
Down your thigh and to the moss
Seeking its path to the winding river
Soar for me, beyond the limbs and white crowns
Free from the earthly tethers that hold you back and worry your mind
Until you reach the clouds above
Where I will grasp you, and pull you gently to me
Make you warm, and keep you safe
Walk with me
Through the White Birch Woods
Thus she found herself at the edge of a 6’x5’ hole, three feet deep, watching him dig, on the first Saturday in October. They had left early, in the dark, and arrived while the sun was still low, and the air decidedly chilly. He paused from his digging, thrusting the shovel handle-first toward her. “Rock bar, please” he said, and she grasped the shovel handle and leaned the rock bar toward him. He worked the hard ground on the bottom of the pit, prying loose another layer of rock, deepening the pit by another four inches. The sun had now risen above the trees, and the air was rapidly warming. He paused to remove his sweatshirt, tossed it across a downed log, and resumed plunging the rock bar into the stubborn bottom of the pit. Her core tingled ever so slightly as she began watching his arms move, as he raised and rapidly dropped the bar. It was solid steel and heavy, but he moved it with apparent ease. “Shovel please” he asked, and she took the rock bar from him and passed back the shovel. He was cleaning the last of the dirt from the corner of the pit, when the shovel gave a loud CLANK against a melon-sized rock under the dirt. Rather than ask for the rock bar again, he jammed the shovel under the corner of the rock and gave a hard downward tug. With a sharp CRACK, the shovel handle parted, a long, angled break forming mid-handle.
“Fuck” he swore, followed by a quick “sorry” as he glanced at her. Always the professional, she thought. “Well, that’s what I get for being impatient” he said, eying the two broken pieces in his hands.
“Can you fix it?” she asked.
“Oh, I could strap it back together with some fiberglass tape, make it work for cleaning out the hole, but really, we’re done”. As he spoke he was turning the upper part of the handle in his hands, eyeing it thoughtfully. “Hickory…..hard as nails, and polished by hundreds of hours of handling. I suppose I’ll find some use for this”. He laid the two broken pieces of the shovel next to the pit, and climbed out.
It was then that she noticed that he was looking intently at her, in a direct way he never had before. There was a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth. “You’re still wearing your sweatshirt, and here I am down to my T” he said.
“You’ve been digging. I’ve just been……..watching.” she said, smiling back at him slightly. He studied her for a moment, then reached down and took her hand. She tingled in response to his grasp, strong, confident, yet so unexpected.
“Do you know about the power of the October sun?” he asked. She stared directly into his eyes.
“No” she replied, and he pulled gently on her hand and said “Then let me show you”.
He led her just a few yards, through the tall yellow grass, to the edge of the ridge, where the slope dropped away sharply to the southeast. A large dead fir had fallen and lay in front of them, suspended 4 feet from the ground. He stopped her, stepped behind her, and placed his hands on her shoulders. His grip was firm, guiding her to within arm’s reach of the fallen fir. “Close your eyes” he said “and tilt your face up to the sun. Put your hands on the back of the log. Tell me what you feel”. She did as he instructed, and felt a slight shiver course through her. She did not know where he was going with this, but she knew she wanted to find out.
“The sun…..it feels good on my face. The log…..is still cold.”
“Now, slide your hands over the top of the log to the side away from you, slowly. Tell me what you feel now.” She moved her hands, gradually feeling the cold give way to warm, and then to nearly hot.
“North versus south aspect” she said smiling. “You taught us that in Forest Ecology.”
He laughed softly, still holding on to her shoulders. “Glad you remember something from then. Now, take off your sweatshirt.” It was not a demand. It was simply stated as if it were the next logical step. He dropped his hands from her shoulders as she peeled the heavy hooded sweatshirt over her head.
She glanced back at him and asked “what next?” He gently placed his hands on the side of her face and turned it back toward the sun.
To be continued….
Story Written by Professor
Professor and I are traveling. We are out of state, spending some time with my Bestie and her family!! After dropping our daughter off at camp, we made our way to the airport, excited to have a few days of relaxation and fun.
Being summer, the airports are almost always busy, but we were very pleased when we arrived and were able to quickly get us, and our bag, checked in. We decided to go ahead and get through security and then have a bite to eat before our flight. We were again very pleased to find the lines through security to be fairly short, so we jumped in line, rapidly made our way through the cattle maze and advanced into the security screening.
Shoes off, pockets emptied and bags going down the conveyor belt, I enter the scanner and assume the position. I am quickly and easily waved on through and focus on getting to our belongings, sitting on the end of the belt.
I look back to see Professor emerging from the scanner, but he is being pulled to the side. I hear the agent asking him if he would like to go to a private area for a full pat down. Professor and I both look confused, but he says, “No, just get it over with here. May I ask what the problem is?” The security guard firmly answers that the scanner picked up something in his right pocket and pant leg. Professor quickly pulls his pocket out of his denim shorts and shows that it is completely empty. Security still insist that they must check because there was an object detected. Professor tells him fine and the agent begins patting him down.
Using the back of his hand, he begins felling around his waist, proceeds down his hips, up the inside of his thighs and ends with a surprised, “Oh!” as he runs up the right front of Professors pants.
At this moment, I come to the realization that the scanner had picked up the bulge of Professors ENORMOUS penis down his right leg! He no longer wears underwear, so his junk often creeps down his leg. I have to admit that I almost wet myself laughing at this moment. Professor couldn’t help but smile and let out his own laugh as security waved him on.
So, my friends, we now have national security proof that I am one VERY LUCKY GIRL!!
What a WONDERFUL TRIP!!
Professor and I, our daughter and my mother just returned from an Amazing trip to London. Our first!
I won’t bore everyone with the details, but some of the highlights were:
The Tower of London
ALL the Beautiful Bridges
A fun Bus tour through all the Burroughs
The London Zoo
The Museum of Natural History
RADA (Royal Academy of Dramatic Art)
The Tate Modern
Shakespeare’s Globe Theater
And the Spectacular Rail systems they have in place.
Here are a few of the pictures we were lucky enough to capture.
I DID IT!!
I CONQUERED THE ZIP LINE COURSE!!
For those who don’t know, this Bitch is TERRIFIED of heights. Always have been. Recently, since coming to terms with my own depression, and helping my daughter battle hers, I have decided to say “Fuck It” whenever possible, and practical. SO, this last weekend, when Professor and I went away for a much needed couple’s weekend, I planned a surprise. We went to a 5 line course near where we were staying. He couldn’t believe I was even going to attempt it, and actually, neither did I. This is where my new “Fuck It” attitude came into play.
As my knees knocked and my stomach tried desperately to purge itself of all contents, I suited up and did the first short zip. Our guides were AFUCKINGMAZING and helped me fly. It was easy and I was smiling when I reached the end.
We were informed that we had to have a Zip Call Name, so I quickly became Vixen. No surprise there.
The second zip wasn’t too bad either. A little higher and faster, but completely doable.
The third zip sent you even higher, further and ended up in a tree on a platform. I must admit I was beginning to shake even more, but I did it.
The fourth zip took you through the tree tops and was the longest yet. I had already come this far, so I flew again.
Now comes the fifth zip. That son of a bitch is 44 feet further than a quarter mile, and sails you way up over the tree tops. The picture above is actually of that run. I decided I wasn’t going to chicken out now, so I took a deep breath and jumped. My heart was racing even faster than I was whizzing along, but the views were spectacular, the wind in my face was glorious and as I arrived on the other side, Professor greeted me with a HUGE smile, hug, kiss and possibly a tear threatening to overflow. To see the pride on his face made every shaky moment TOTALLY worth it!
Would I do it again you ask? The answer is yes, but can’t say it’s something I plan on doing on any kind of regular basis. I conquered a fear that has held me back in the past. I still have fears, and probably always will, but from now on, sometimes, I’m just going to say “Fuck It” and Fly!!
…Here I Come!!
We just booked our tickets to fly over for a quick family trip to London this summer! I’ve never been and my daughter is SO EXCITED!! It has been on her bucket list since second grade. She is a HUGE Shakespeare fan, has many of his pieces memorized and has always wanted to go see a play at the Globe. We surprised her with tickets to see Twelfth Night at the Globe and she is beside herself with excitement. We only get to stay for a short 5 days, so if anyone has any MUST DO suggestions, I would LOVE to hear them. We want to give her the biggest bang that we can during our short time there. Thanks for any and all help!
Don’t you 500 people have anything better to do? Well, if I have provided you with entertainment or information, I’m Happy!! If my wicked writing has just tantalized your….I’m Thrilled!! Thank you to all that have read, commented and become friends via this interesting medium! Can’t wait to see what comes next!
I am SO EXCITED!!
I have been looking for just the right piece of furniture to put in my bedroom, to store all our fun toys, and I have finally found it. It’s not all full yet, but I couldn’t wait to show you. I have already assigned all my drawers.
The Insertion Drawer
The Deprivation and Clamp Drawer
The Bondage Drawer
The Jellies, Lubes and Oils Cabinet
The Impact Drawer
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