A Warning To Ladies Of A Certain Age … @DonnalouStevens

Would you believe that yesterday’s blog was one of my most popular?

It’s very unusual when the number of hits for a particular page exceeds the hits for the main page.

It seems that there were a lot of internet searches for Donnalou’s uplifting feminine anthem.

So in fairness to the lady herself and not trying to steal her glory, here’s a link into her site


Keeping with the Ladies Of A Certain Age theme, a friend sent me this by email, I’ve had a look on the internet and it’s been around a few years but I can’t find the original source .. So apologies to the author.

It made me laugh! 🙂

A Warning To Ladies Of A Certain Age …

You’ve heard about people who have been abducted and had their kidneys removed by black-market organ thieves?

Well my thighs were stolen from me during the night a few years go.

I went to sleep and woke up with someone else’s thighs. It was just that quick. The replacements had the texture of cooked oatmeal. Whose thighs were these and what happened to mine? I spent the entire summer looking for my thighs. Finally, hurt and angry, I resigned myself to living out my life in jeans. And then the thieves struck again.

My butt was next. I knew it was the same gang, because they took pains to match my new rear-end to the thighs they had stuck me with earlier. But my new butt was attached at least three inches lower than my original! I realized I’d have to give up my jeans in favour of long skirts..

Two years ago I realized my arms had been switched. One morning I was doing my hair and was horrified to see the flesh of my upper arm swing to and fro with the motion of the hairbrush. This was really getting scary, my body was being replaced one section at a time.

What the heck? What could they do to me next?

When my poor neck suddenly disappeared and was replaced with a turkey neck, I decided to tell my story.

Women of the world, wake up and smell the coffee! I figured it out!!!

Those ‘plastic’ surgeons are using REAL replacement body parts stolen from you and me! The next time someone you know has something ‘Lifted’, look again – was it lifted from you?

THIS IS NOT A HOAX. This is happening to real women everywhere, every night.

These same thieves come to my wardrobe and shrink my clothes! How do they do it????


P.S. Last year I thought someone had stolen my boobs. I was lying in bed and they were gone! But when I jumped out of bed, I was relieved to see that they had just been hiding in my armpits as I slept. Now I keep them hidden in my waistband.

Thought this was too important not to pass on.

The Platform Lovers – Games? #Dating

Charles knew he was a bastard, he was proud of it and hated himself for it but not in equal measures.

The feeling of guilt only ever washed over him occasionally, usually fuelled by alcohol or on those rare occasions that he felt close to Michelle, appreciating everything that they had and everything she did for him. Telling himself he was stupid for messing around with a relationship and a lifestyle that would make most people envious.

But a lifestyle and all the material possessions of success don’t matter when you are inherently unhappy.

The truth was he had never found Michelle attractive. She had been a good catch in his early days trying to form a career and a start in life.

She was the mother of his children, so he was supposed to love her wasn’t he?

He did love her, but it was companionship, she didn’t excite him, he had never once masturbated thinking about her, even in the early days of their relationships, it had always been someone else who lit his fire. There was always some other female who was willing to provide her services for a smile, his charm and a little romance.

He thought back to university days, a member of the rugby team and sex on tap, he’d fucked two women the week before he married Michelle, one of them a so-called friend of hers was even at the wedding.

Abigail, long gone but not forgotten, their eyes had locked for a moment during the first dance, just as he told Michelle that he loved her and he smiled across at her, already looking forward to the next time he would see her naked.

Deceit is a dangerous drug, the longer you get away with it, the bigger risks you take, almost wishing to be caught as it forces resolution to a complicated situation taking the power out of your hand and putting in someone else’s.

That is if you care.

If you actually give a fuck.

Charles and Michelle married almost 20 years, he cared about her, he gave her what he believed that she wanted, putting on the public face for family, holidays and functions at the kids school.

He’d play the game of being good husband and father, but he needed his own life too. He needed romance, lust, affection, even if it was fake and he knew that it was ultimately going nowhere because that’s the way he wanted it.

He loved playing games, he didn’t care how many hearts he had broken, he needed the thrill of the chase to make him feel alive.

There was nothing like the feeling of getting in a new girls pants, seeing how far you could push it, using her desire to have him in her life as a tool for sexual manipulation.

He told himself that he was an adventurer on a journey to hedonism, but it was only sex, after he finished he’d wash up and go home.

He never let any woman damage what he had, they were frivolities, that was his rule, as soon as they get too close, walk away.

He loved that line by Robert Di Niro in the movie Heat, two of his favourite characters Di Niro and Pacino, real men, doing what real men do.

Di Niro says “A guy told me one time, “Don’t let yourself get attached to anything you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you feel the heat around the corner.”

He liked that, it was how he thought of his affairs, if they get too close, wanted too much from him, then they had to go.

That how it had been with Geraldine, his former PA, she knew the score when he hired her, she was happy to play along for nights on the town or occasional romantic weekends disguised as business trips, but as soon as she wanted him to leave Michelle she had to go.

Marrying Michelle had provided financial rewards, a nice little business, a pension fund, a property portfolio and luxurious family holidays.

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t contributed, he had brought on many clients over the years, that was the other area where his charm was most effective so he deserved to be rewarded.

On holiday a few years ago, a villa in the Florida, taking the kids to the parks, being dad, and playing the game of being a good husband.

Lying beside the pool sipping beer while Michelle made lunch, he read a book “The Best A Man Can Get”, some lightweight crap that he had picked up at the airport but it had gave him an idea on how he could accelerate his journey into hedonism.

In the book, the lead character is struggling to cope with the new baby stealing all his wife attention , so he tells her that he will work in London during the week to save the commute. He rents a room and lives like a teenager for a couple of days per week, playing his computer games and eating pizza, coming home on Fridays to be dad again.

Prick, though Charles, living in London, in a room and you don’t fuck every female available?

But it seeded an idea, showed him how he could have his cake and eat.

Isn’t that what every man really wants?

C’mon girls, you know it’s true .. you’ve all experienced it .. some fucker playing you off, not knowing if he’s really married because you jumped in too soon, caught up in the romance and passion and never really found anything about him until he disappeared without a trace and the phone number didn’t work.

Contrary to some opinion, these guys don’t actually hate women, they are just too self interested to care about you.

Because it’s not about you, it’s about their male ego.

When he said “it’s not you, it’s me” it was probably the only absolutely true thing that he ever told you.

So wise up and learn from it, maybe next time you’ll not be so gullible.

The holiday actually went well, better than expected, he enjoyed spending time with the kids and Michelle was, let’s say giving.

But it changed nothing, she’d never be enough, Charles wanted more and his plans were keeping him awake at night, the thought of fucking other was driving him.

Poor Michelle thought it was her, that he was interested in her and some romance had returned and all they’d need was some time together, if only she knew.

When they returned he rented a flat, it didn’t take much, a couple of phone calls from the private ads and everything paid direct debit from his personal account that Michelle was unaware of.

He chose an apartment in the west end, one bedroom with large floor to ceiling windows over the Clyde, stylishly minimal, because there would be nothing of him actually there, nothing except some clothes and pictures of the kids for show. Enough to convince someone that he was living there, but nothing that would be missed from his home.

The location was handy for the expressway and the slightest of detours on his way home, he knew that he might have to get home quickly.

The world had changed since he met Michelle all those years ago, everything was available online, Michelle had a standard order from Tesco on a Saturday morning then topped the rest up with what they need for that week. Saturdays they would order pizza from Domino’s online. Even their holidays had been booked online and they hadn’t been near a travel agents in years.

If only Michelle knew what else was available, over the past 10 years online dating sites were his playroom, it was all available, open or anonymously. Some women just wanted to date, some wanted a relationship, he didn’t play favourites, he fucked them all.

Some of them he kept around for a little longer, knowing they were happy to visit for an hour or two and then go back to their kids and he’d go home to his. It was usually young mums, attractive and still struggling with their marriage break-up, and as he long as he pretended to listen, they were very willing to give so he took whatever they had on offer.

It was all out there, everything you could imagine, some of the stories he heard from these woman about other men wanting them to do things that frankly he couldn’t imagine and they did but he didn’t understand why, he was just happy to be in the game, having fun and no-one getting hurt.

Despite the deceit, he justified it to himself, he never made promises, never told anyone that he would always be there, he gave them what they wanted but at the end of the day he went home.

The only promise he had broken was to Michelle and he knew he was morally wrong, that his behaviour was unforgivable.

He thought of her upstairs now, sleeping peacefully, she’d been working longer hours recently, since she’d taken more of an active role in the office.

He wondered if he should wake her when he sneaked in beside her, maybe make love to her, if she was available and not in deep slumber.

He reached for the glass of malt, sipping slowly, flipping through the profile pictures on his laptop and told himself that what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.


Hello dear reader,

Would you believe that it actually made me feel sullied writing that?

That being on contact with such a rogue, putting your head in their head can be disturbing?

That was probably the darkest piece that I’ve ever written.

Apart from one story that I haven’t published because it was kind of wrong.

Hope that it didn’t hit any nerves .. but if it got you thinking about online safety then I’m glad.

Awareness is the first step to prevention.

This fits in somewhere in the background of Michelle and Charles relationship.

He’s a complete devious bastard and it had to be demonstrated by how much.

But don’t fret, Karma is a bitch


The Platform Lovers – Engaged! #sex #adult #relationships

4am and Graeme couldn’t stop thinking about Mari.

Not the usual thoughts of fucking her every way he could imagine plus the few extra ones that she’d suggested. Positions that he had never imagined never mind tried. Some of them verging on yoga practice or a game of naked twister that had went badly wrong.

He went along with them, he would have done anything to please her. Even although he found these acrobatics over complicated and completely missed the point as she never actually orgasmed and they always finished in a simple more natural position and more often than not the closeness and contact from straight missionary just worked.

It had to be said, he enjoyed the experiments, it was fun to try out new things but in reality he couldn’t really be bothered with it.

He briefly smiled at that remembering their discussions about the difference.between making love and straight out and out fucking for pleasures sake.

Ironically despite her desire for advanced acrobatics, she preferred to “make love” or so she said but that was only true until she was lost in the moment of passion and then all that female idealism disappeared somewhere between the 69 and the 70.

What’s the 70?

Same as a 69 only …

They’d laughed at the old joke.

It has to be said, she is one filthy durty sexy gorgeous woman.

She knows how to turn a man on and she knows what she likes in return, lots of it and give it to me hard and fast as you like please.

They’d agreed, despite her actions, making love won they day, but he warned her that while she was from Venus he was from Uranus and if he occasionally called it fucking then her Babel Fish should automatically translate it to “making love” cos that’s what he meant and apologies in advanced if she misheard differently.

4am and he’d already had his 5 minutes think about her, his head full of images from their past liaisons and thoughts of her flashing through his head.

Despite the complicated positions it was the simple things he remembered, her lying on the bed naked with her legs wide fingering herself telling him to masturbate over her and not allowing him to touch her until they had both came together him coming over her breasts or tummy then she would suck him until he was hard again which never took long.

With hindsight although that was simple enough and the image of her lying there with her white tan lines and pink pussy lips open and exposed turned him on. It was a complete mind-fuck that she wouldn’t allow him to make love to her despite their bodies screaming out for that most human of touches.

But lying in the darkness on his own he preferred that image or the image of her sitting on top of him smothering him with her breasts to any of the complicated nonsense that occasionally followed. Keeping it simple just worked in practice or in his fantasies.

The simple images always made him come quickly and he’d normally be sleeping again within minutes of taking himself in hand.

But tonight he was restless, he’d already masturbated twice, once before he went to sleep and minutes ago trying to get back, but this natural tension release hadn’t been enough.

He’d tried to play it cool, tried to pretend that he wasn’t too bothered but their calls since Sunday and her faux passé about her ex had been brief and not their usual 2 hours in the phone putting the world to rights then although they’d said they wouldn’t finishing with phone sex sometime after 1am. That usually got him a peaceful nights sleep.

On Sunday night she’d said she was tired, he understood that, he was tired too. They’d had a fantastic day and night together Saturday but hardly any sleep. So it was no wonder that they were both tired.

But last night, Monday, their usual call after their kids were in bed was even shorter. She seemed distant and their call was short and she seemed preoccupied that she’d rather be doing something else.

It bothered him, but he listened to her telling him she’d had a tough day and she was tired and gallantly suggested that she should have an early night even although he had been looking forward to their usual long chat.

She made her excuses and apologies and hung up leaving him hanging there uncertain and more than a little confused.

He played the conversation back now, there was nothing that explicitly concerning, she wasn’t rude but her responses were much shorter than their previous conversations then he realised she never laughed.

Usually she would laugh for most of the conversation. He loved making her laugh and she said that she enjoyed his sense of humour but that didn’t happen tonight. Tonight was short and business like and he wondered why.

But what bothered him most was remembering that they had arranged dinner for Wednesday but had yet to decide if it was at his or hers but when he called her back it was engaged.

4am and nothing had been said but he knew this was broken. He could feel it even although he had no concrete evidence he just knew that the relationship was over and it was just a matter of time and waiting for her to say so.

He thought about that, that he was waiting for someone else to pull the trigger and shatter his happiness. It felt weak, dysfunctional and he wondered whether he should pull the trigger first or at least take steps to protect himself.

5am and still he couldn’t sleep the hour had passed quickly.

At 6am, 4am seemed like moments ago as he lay there staring at the darkness knowing he should sleep or he’d be out if sorts, tired and grumpy in the morning.

He slept sometime after 6, the flat-lined sleep of the dead. All that thinking had solved nothing and created more questions than answers. He decided he’d ask her for answers tomorrow.


Note to reader – I started writing this at 4am, post having a wee think!!

As you do!!

I’ve not been writing much apart from diary entries recently. But I’m glad I don’t have the troubled mind of Graeme. Been there did that.

My experience is that you write about what you know. It’s very cathartic being able to put old thoughts and fears out there.

I’d recommend that to anyone.

Anyhoo it’s now 515am and time I was sleeping.

Love!! 🙂

Uninvited Choices?

Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me
Like any hot-blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave
But you, you’re not allowed
You’re uninvited
An unfortunate slight

I don’t think you unworthy
I need a moment to deliberate

I love that song, it paints an image of a woman wanting love but not necessarily that of the current applicant.

Maybe she changes her mind after she “deliberates” .. after she takes a little time to think about it?

She says herself, that the guy is not unworthy, so he’s not a complete waste of her time, effort, affection …

Maybe she’s being a bit precious and needs to be a bit more realistic in her expectations?

I wonder if she is on match.com? 🙂

Anyway.. why is it that women always get the choice?

Has it always been that way?

Of course not, but it there are a few conflicting factors that vary over a person’s life, that makes them more precious or desperate and set their criteria accordingly.

My personal experience is that an individual’s self esteem or lack of it has to be one of the key contributing factors in the search for a partner.

The lower the self esteem, the more desperate someone becomes for love / lust / affection and the reassurance of attraction helping restore their self worth.

My advice, value yourself, anything else you will only regret as relationships formed while at a low ebb won’t have the same value and are inevitably doomed.

I digress ..

It’s not really the lyrics that I love, its more the feel of it, I’ve included two very different versions below, the original Alanis Miorrisette and the Freemasons featuring and Jodie Tsuke so different yet so haunting, hard to choose a favourite.

Like the woman in the lyrics perhaps?

The Platform Lovers – Tricks?

Mari knew that she’d messed up, she just hoped that it was fixable that they could quickly forget her comment and move on.

She had already apologised, what more could she do? What else did he want from her?

Mari liked Graeme, she enjoyed spending time with him, he was intelligent and funny in his own quiet dry-humoured way.

Did she fancy him? Well she found him attractive, but that’s not the same thing.

He’s a lovely guy, gentle, reliable, willing to please, the sex was good, enjoyable, he made the effort to please her but the truth was that he just didn’t set her soul on fire.

When they were meeting, she always looked forward to seeing him, but if she was honest with herself, she didn’t get butterflies in her tummy when she thought of him.

She didn’t sit at her desk dreaming about him, feeling herself wriggling and squeezing her thighs together just to relieve the pressure. She hadn’t once been wet thinking about Graeme that only happened after they started kissing or caressing. Only when they were active, then nature took its course.

Even on the nights on her own, before Lily would come through for a cuddle or after she was sleeping silently, when she masturbated she didn’t think about Graeme,, she would never admit it, but it was either faceless or she still thought of Mark, Mark with his hard torso and the jeans that sagged around his skinny butt, but she knew what was underneath.

It had happened again last week, Mark standing outside his car waiting for Lily to run out, smiling at her as she opened the door and waving with Lily as they waved good-bye. She smiled and waved back, but then went inside and cried, she missed him, she couldn’t explain and she knew that it didn’t make sense, but she missed him, missed the life they had together.

She no longer cared that Mark had cheated on her, she wouldn’t forget it, she’s not even sure if she can forgive it, but she wanted him back.

She tried, she dropped enough hints, they’d been together for family events, putting up a common front at Lily’s school panto, going to parent-teachers nights together.

Afterwards, she’d even invited him in to the house, back where he belonged, but he refused, saying that he had to be somewhere but not saying where.

She knew that he was over her, even if she wasn’t over him, he’d moved on whether she liked it or not and she had to do the same, dreadful as it was.

She’d joined the dating site, met a few guys, been affronted by the sleaziness of some of the comments from complete strangers, she wondered if they would say the same things to women that they meet in a bar? Or show their private parts without expecting to be arrested, so why should they be able to do it online?

By comparison, Graeme was a breath of fresh air, quiet, funny, studious and he actually looked like his pics. That in itself was a bonus, he wasn’t fake, he was there open and honest and having met a couple of out and out liars she really was relieved to meet someone genuine, funny, interesting, generous and loyal/

But was it enough?

She couldn’t answer that and Mark was gone, maybe she had to give this new relationship some time. Maybe?

She moved her hand to his cock, lifting it from his thigh, it always amazed her how this soft piece of flesh could change into an instrument of pleasure.

She gently squeezed it knowing that it usually jumped into life, but nothing changed. She knew Graeme was quietly upset, but her comment had obviously hurt him harder than she’d thought..

Without saying a word, she pushed the covers down the bed, wriggled down after them and holding the base of his shaft she took as much of his flaccid soft cock in her mouth, holding it there for a few moments, letting him feel her breath warm his skin then moved her lips to its head and began slowly licking round the rim.

Funny how that always seemed to do the trick!

The Platform Lovers – 17 – Paradise Regrets

17 – Paradise Regrets

John often thought about her, he couldn’t help it, they had been a couple for the vast majority of his life and he had known her before he could remember anything else.

Carol Ann had always been a part of his life.

His earliest childhood memories were playing with her in the small plastic pool in her family garden, their mums sitting together on the patio, knitting and making casseroles or stews waiting on the fathers to come home on the train to Cambuslang from their offices in Glasgow.

In their teenage years, lying fully clothed in her single bed, cuddling and laughing. They had agreed that they must have been about three at the time. Aged three, but they had known each other since birth as the evidence was in the photographs tucked away in the family album from each others christenings. Those grainy faded images showed that they played together as babies, crawling round under tables, playing with teddies, slept together in his parents large bed surrounded by pillows.

They had looked at these old albums many times over the years, laughed about them.

But although the evidence was there, they were far too young to actually have any real memories, only those pseudo-memories that the brain magically manufactures when you get told the same story time and time again, making it real.

Having such close documented memories was very reassuring, it was something that they had both held close to them. These secure memories kept them together even when things were tough, when he was made redundant in the early 80s when Thatcher made her cuts and mortgages rates went sky-high a year or two later.

Times were hard but they had each other.

Isn’t that the way it’s always meant to be?

As was expected, and had been agreed by their parents, they got married, both of them aged 21, because her dad wouldn’t allow it any sooner.

Their wedding was a huge affair, 400 guests at Saint Brides Church for the formalities and the reception at The Burnside Hotel, back when it really was quite a plush place and it was difficult to get a booking for a Saturday in June then.

But they were both well known in the area and Carol Ann’s friend Julie worked in the reception and made sure that they had their name down for the first cancellation.

They must have heard the phrase “childhood sweethearts” at least a zillion times, as their aunts on both sides, neighbours and everyone they knew from growing up next-door to each other in Wellshot Drive had called them over the years.

Childhood sweethearts, a match made in heaven, now Mr and Mrs John and Carol Ann McIver and fulfilling their destiny of carrying on the family lines.

Well so everyone thought.

But John, Carol Ann and her mum Ruby knew a little differently.

Carrying on the family line had been the least of their problems in the days before the wedding. The only good thing was that the timing was fortunate.

Carol Ann was a good Catholic girl, she’d told him straight “If you want to get into my knickers John McIver then you’ll have to put a ring on that finger” pointing the said finger into his face and letting him know her expectations in no uncertain terms.

He’d begged her for a little, just a little, but eventually relented, it was going to happen anyway, their future was already mapped out for them and the parents were already talking about where they would live and the size of house they would need for a growing young family.

“He could remember everything thing as if it happened only yesterday”

A line from Meat Loaf’s “Paradise by the Dashboard Light”, how they loved that song at the time, it had been one of their favourites when they were 15 and now at 20, engaged to be married this summer and John almost finished his apprenticeship as an engineer at the Hoover factory just of the main street.

Whenever they could, they would tell their parents that they were visiting friends or going to the cinema and would spend their nights kissing and fumbling in the back of his dad’s Ford Cortina parked at the top of the Cathkin Braes.

Those fantastic night views of Glasgow being totally ignored for a glimpse at her bra, then months later her breasts, then as time passed her nipples, a kiss at them, a small suck at each of them, just for a minute but that was as far as she would go.

There was no way she was going to do anything else or let him do anything else.

Well not until that night that they went to see Julie’s baby, a short drive from Cambuslang to Carmunock to Julie and Roberts small flat.

They had already seen the baby in the hospital of course, but this was more a wetting-the-babies head, a small party for close friends with Julie’s mum taking the baby away at 10pm so that the young ones could have a bit of time on their own to celebrate.

Carol Ann didn’t really drink, she never has so the wine went straight to her head.

She was drunk quite quickly, not falling around, but giggly and laughing because she couldn’t get up from the sofa to go to the loo.

And of course she loved everyone, hugging Julie and telling her and Robert that she wanted to get pregnant as soon as they were married.

By the time they were heading for home at 2am, John had to help her to the car as she wasn’t very stable on her feet. He was working the Sunday morning overtime and wasn’t really drinking, but back then everybody drove with more than the legal limit, it was only the four pints, who can’t drive a car on four pints, eh?

Carol Ann, hugged him the minute he got in the driver side, sliding across to hold him, slobbering over the side of his face and telling him how much she loved him.

A few minutes later, driving up the hill to the west end of the braes, he was shocked when she put his hand between his legs and told him that she wanted a baby, that she wanted to make lots of babies.

John took turned off the main Cathkin Road that crosses the Braes into the road that looped around the farms and led up to East Kilbride. They pulled into their usual place at the entrance to Coulter’s Wood, a quiet little spot where he could park the car behind the trees and they were shielded from any passing cars, not that there were many cars passing this way at any time of day and even less so at this time of night.

John wanted to hold her,, kiss her, tell her how much he wanted her, that he couldn’t wait to be married to her and that he would love her forever.

But she beat him too it, as soon as he pulled on the handbrake, her hands were behind his neck pulling him to her, telling him for the second time that she loved him, that she wanted him and she wanted to make lots of babies with him.

John had never saw her pissed before and liked her in this giggly state.

He allowed her to pull his head towards him, leaning over the seats of the Cortina, kissing her then running his right hand from her waist to her breast without any resistance or attempt to push him away.

She kissed him deeper, lustily, pushing her tongue in his mouth.

This was a new experience for John, he’d spoke about this in the factory, with the other apprentices and young tradesmen. Those bawdy conversations about the women they had fucked. John was sure that most of it was made up, guys all bull-shitting each other, it was setting a pecking order, he knew that.

But it was also informative, those little bits of secret knowledge about how to touch her, what girls like and how you can tell if they want you. Apparently if a girl puts her tongue in your mouth she wants you to fuck her.

He didn’t actually believe that Carol Ann wanted to have sex, but he was happy to go with the flow. He wanted her, they were getting married in a few months time so what difference would it make?

He tested his luck, unbuttoning the front of her red blouse, pulling away from her so that he could look her in the eye as he did so.

She looked doe-eyed, frightened and bit her lip as he undid the buttons. Pausing slightly before he pulled the blouse open to reveal her.

“You do love me John? Tell me that you love me and you’ll never leave me”

“Baby, I’ve loved you all my life, we’ve always been together, we’re getting married in June, we’ll make our promises in front of everyone, but I’m telling you now, I will never leave you.” He held her eye, making sure that she knew that she meant it.

“And now our bodies are oh so close and tight, it never felt so good, it never felt so right”

They made love right there on the front seat of the Cortina, the seat reclined and his jeans at his ankles. There was rushed desperateness about it, he wanted to fuck her before she changed her mind. He wanted to know what the fuss was about, he hoped that if took this chance and they did it once, then she would always let him do it.

But she wasn’t changing her mind, she wanted him, pulled him towards her as he entered her, then held him as he came inside her thrusting and grunting in ecstasy within moments of being inside her.

Then she started to cry, her tears sliding down her face.

He didn’t understand and asked her why. He wasn’t really used to dealing with female emotion and this was all new to him physically and emotionally. Not that he could have verbalised that at the time as he didn’t have anything like the necessary life experience.

“Because life will never be the same now” And she kissed him, saying that she had no regrets, but he had better marry her now.

Looking back at it now, it had felt so good and so right.

He had no regrets and would not change a thing. Back then he loved her with all his heart. He still loved her, he knew that would always be true.

“You got to do what you can, And let Mother Nature do the rest”

Sometimes what you regret are things that you can’t change, you just wish that it had turned out differently. That somehow it had meant to be and if you believe in angels that you’re angel had been looking after you better that day.

The car crash was small, a bump, but Carol Ann had been thrown forward, no-one wore seat-belts back in those days. A week later, she was ill and it wasn’t getting better.

Her doctor at Stonelaw Road surgery ordered an emergency ambulance for Rutherglen Maternity, where after a few tests, she’d lost the baby that they never knew they were having.

This was the week before the wedding, the day itself became traumatic rather than joyful.

There were brave faces from the childhood sweethearts and promises that he would never leave her. Their dads looking so proud showing them off to all their friends. Ruby crying the tears of the Mother-Of The-Bride trying to put a happy face on for her girl and sobbing for the loss of the baby that never was.

John promised Carol Ann, that they would have another baby, that it happened once and that it would happen again, but his words were empty, despite all the tests, despite trying desperately, it just never happened for them.

Now lying beside Aileen, his new partner, heavily pregnant with their child. His only regret was that the loss of the baby had left him feeling unfulfilled for the vast majority of his life and that it hadn’t happened with Carol Ann.

The Platform Lovers – 16 – Setup

Fiona drove down the hill towards his house.

The last time she had popped in for a cup of tea, nothing had actually happened but she was certain that she could feel the sexual tension between them.

That night as she masturbated thinking about him she wondered if he had felt it too?

Although they had been keeping in contact by email and text, she knew that she wasn’t one of his priorities and had given up. She had told her friends that she didn’t think anything further was going to happen between them.

When her phone rang at 6pm on Friday evening just when she had arrived home from work. She was surprised to see that the call was from Alex.

She was even more surprised 10 minutes later when he invited her to his home on the off chance she was free.

At first she was hesitant as she was aware that he was probably just feeling horny and he knew that she was available but then she thought .. Hey I’m horny too .. and the memories of the previous time they had fucked in the winter brought a hot flush to her cheeks.

She turned off the bath that she had started to run.

No quiet night in on her own after all!

In anticipation, she quickly squirted on some Jo Malone and brushed her teeth.

Within 30 minutes she was on route towards his house, her pulse racing and already feeling the wetness in her panties as she thought of his large cock.

She bit her bottom lip and tried to concentrate on her driving.

Ten minutes later she was at his house

They kissed as he opened the door for her and casually took her leather jacket.

They made small talk as they went through to the kitchen. He was already in the process of making dinner, not that she had expected any.

She knew the real reason why she was here.

Alex went into his downstairs bathroom, leaving the door open, continuing the conversation over his shoulder and asking if she wanted anything.

She was admiring the back of his strong shoulders and his arms, but to her surprise, he turned around without tucking himself away and asked ‘Is this what you want?”

He held his growing cock in his hand as he approached her, pushing her back towards the kitchen worktop and kissing her hard upon her lips.

She could feel his huge cock straining against her thigh as he pulled her hair back and kissed her deeply on lips.

God she was turned on…!!

He pulled her skirt up to her waist slowly sliding his fingers to the top of her thigh.

Then finding her tights and pants obstructing his path he deftly ripped her tights apart with one hand and pulled her knickers to the side.

She moved her legs apart and he plunged his fingers inside her, feeling the wetness that was increasing with each stroke.

Without asking, he flipped her over, bending her over the worktop, pulling her arms behind her back and plunging his cock deep inside her.

It felt so good!!

Within minutes of his hard rhythmic thrusting, she could feel her orgasm starting to build but suddenly he pulled out of her and ordered her to turn around and kneel on the floor and take his gorgeous cock in her throat.

God she’d missed this… He grasped the back of her head and thrust deeper, it’s girth and length filling her mouth.

What seems like a few moments later he led over to his sofa, lay her down and kneeled between her thighs fucking her against the low seat, his cock a perfect fit for wet pussy, she enjoyed watching it slide in and out as he fucked her slowly but firmly.

‘Fuck me harder’ she urged as he rubbed his finger against her throbbing clit, pushing his cock deeper and harder inside her and making her orgasm for the first time that she could remember since the last time they had been naked together.

He slowed down while she recovered, then she turned over and sat on his firm thighs and guided his cock into her pussy and rode it hard, stopping to kiss him deeply on the lips and press her clit against his shaft as she rocked back and forwards.

He urged her on and on until she could feel the pressure growing inside her until finally she couldn’t hold back any longer and came and came in waves of lust, she could feel him getting bigger then coming too but was far too lost in her own pleasure

A few moment later, they lay on the sofa together, their sweat mingling and laughing breathlessly as their breathing recovered.

“Fuck, I need that” she said as she kissed him on the cheek then rested her head on his broad shoulder.

Alex, just smiled, but didn’t say anything, he never did.

He was already thinking about tomorrows meeting between Charles and Monica and how he could best set up his recording equipment without being noticed in the restaurant.