Fantasy or Reality you choose. Early July 17.
Late one evening around 23:30 I chanced upon kindred soul on the web.
We chatted until nearly 2 AM. Later that afternoon we chatted again, looked good.
She has photos but not facial ones. We continued chatting the next few days.
Then She suggested a meet, and at her place!. That surprised me, as she seemed
very secretive during our talks. On command she sent via *Gorilla-mail a photo.
Attractive enough to agree to drive up to Suffolk/Norfolk borders.
I drove fully dressed as Sarah. Blonde hair with Alice band, red disc earrings,
red polka dot dress black stockings. Nice country roads after the A12 bought me
to Aston Parva. (not real). I had been told to find the church and park in the gravel
pull in. Then to meet Lydia, (her name) at a gravestone with a large headstone.
It was midday so no scary stuff, unlike another, earlier time in Scotland!
The church was old, the graveyard probably older. On order, as I walked in, the
clouds obscured the sun. Finding the largest most disgusting memorial to a lost
soul I waited. I must have looked a sight, red and black polka dots, now in 5 inch
black courts amid the weathered headstones.
Soon a clergy type person in black approaches. Now I am for it me thinks.
“Sarah” He calls to me! OFFS what's this my mind whirls. Approaching, arms
outstretched he embraces me, kissing my rouged cheeks. Noticing my horror etched
face he coos “ I am Lydia”.
Cut to the attached cottage we sip coffee, in my case gulp the hot liquid.
Explanations are given and I relax. Lydia AKA Rev Franklin, departs to de robe.
Now nursing (gulping) a large Brandy I await my doom, see, still trepidacious.
The arched door opens and in steps a vision from heaven, Lydia.
Raven black, long flowing hair, pale face with Gothic overtones in the eyes but with
a sensual touch. Blu-ish lips, wanton. Eyes glowed a fiery dark with a sparkle.
Long sleeved dress red/black lace, lots of satin ties and knots. From the hip it flowed
out in black satin pleats that shimmered in the light. Her feet were adorned by lace up
ankle boots with a thick clumsy granny heel.
As an advocate of Edgar Allen Poe, she had come from Lygia's tomb to me. I was hers.
She sat on the arm of the chair bent down and kissed me full on the lips. I responded with my tongue seeking hers. Soon she was exposed, and in in my mouth, just the nice length to deep throat without a gag. Then that warm rush of her inner most desires filled me, and I was drunk in her, as I drunk her offering.
Sex was amazing with my Gothic cleric who penetrated me calling out “ I am the vicar of Dibbley, and I baptise thee Sarah”. Doggy style in an old cottage, on a rug by a smallinglenook, peering into the darkness of the chimney as she has her way with me. Laterlying on the rug by the hearth, she mounts my erection. Leaning forward she pins myarms to the floor and brings me off inside her. Switching positions she drops her wetness onto my waiting eager mouth and tongue. I take back what was mine, but not for long.Swooping on me our lips meet again and our juices are shared as we kiss and frolic.
She's a good a cook as me, as she we both prepare a salad to dress the crab she has bought.Never eaten dinner just in underwear before, but was an experience with sweet sacristywine. Then...........“Would you like to see the crypt?” Hackles up Edgar Allen again, and now darkness falls.Led into the old Church and through a heavy oak(?) door we descend stone steps lit byoccasional bulkhead lights. Lydia flicks a switch. The room, tomb? Is lit with a red light.Flagstone floor is engraved with old etchings of long passed recumbent's BUT...The room features some serious bondage equipment. “ Like?” Lydia purrsNot my scene I relate. But inquisitive, I look further.Reminds me of a Hammer film set. Hope to meet some of their busty ladies here.Lydia assumes a position on a X cross and asks to be be clamped to it. Fumbling I attempt.Wrist and legs trapped she is breathing heavy as she ask to “ Pull the lever” Only one,I pull.The X cross silently swivels, and turns as I watch turning Lydy face down and legs uppermost.No panties, skirt/dress hanging down she is exposed. “FUCK ME” she screams.I advance between the crossed legs and offer up my womanhood dripping clitty.Now my vision is one of : Her white arse cheeks crossed with black suspender straps, FF stocking tops, and her red waiting pouting genitalia. I enter her. A soft moan from us both.Soon I am spent and kneel before my lover and take her in my mouth, to no avail. Spent.My cream has been expelled from her and now runs downs her scrotum and limp shaft.Here is my moment. Taking her flaccid member in my mouth again I reclaim my juice but slowly as it slides down and into my waiting mouth. No I did not avail myself to the dungeon of (someone's) delight. We spent the night in her small pastoral bed (how many I wonder)in the morning around ten I left the hamlet. Now we have not spoken since, so I assume I was a means to an end, if so WONDERFULL.I cherish the meet the great the fab fucks we had. Lydy ready again if you are Sarah XXX
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