Variety # 2

I’M HAPPIER NOW I’VE GOTTEN OLDER

I’m happier now I’ve gotten older,
I’ve learned to ignore the negative
And care less what people think
So now it’s easier to be positive

I CAN ONLY GUESS AT

I can only guess at
What the future might hold
Will I even make old bones?
Not that I want to live forever,
But whatever age I achieve
I don’t want to look back
And wonder what might have been
So I will live every day
Like it was to be my last
So at the end
I will not lament my past
And now I will not worry
About what might be

I DON’T COMPLAIN ABOUT

I don’t complain about
My silver hair and wrinkled face
I’ve lived a long life
And laughed more than my share
I’m content as so many
Of my generation never laughed,
And so many died before
Their hair has time to turn grey

I’M AT THE STAGE IN LIFE

I’m at the stage in life
When I’m sometimes forgetful
Although let’s face it
There’s a lot in life
That is better off forgotten
But as forgetful as I am
I never forget the important things

I LOOK AHEAD OF ME

I look ahead of me,
Across the unknown years
And I wonder:
Will I like being old?
Or even like the person
That I will become?

WHEN I WAS AT SCHOOL

When I was at school
Our English teacher, Mrs Rowan
Once asked of us as homework,
During the half term holiday
To memorize our favourite poem,
This was met by groans,
By the class, but not me
I chose A.E.Housman’s
“Ode to an athlete dying young”
And it has stayed with me ever since

IF PEOPLE MAKE DEMANDS OF YOU

If people make demands of you
Disarm them skilfully
Give them more than they expect
And do it cheerfully

LIKE A GAGGLE OF GEESE

Like a gaggle of geese
The hen party traversed
The gaudy Blackpool strip
From bar to bar
And club to club
The tarty group
In their shameless parade
The legless slappers
Ended the night
Even more undignified
Than they had begun it
“If that’s possible”
Sitting in the gutter
In their own piss and vomit

SMOOTH SOFT STONES

Smooth soft stones
Picked from the beach
Rounded and smooth
To the touch
Opened a floodgate
In my mind
As distant memories
Rushed in
Of a different time and place
A simpler time
And way of life
When hours could be spent
In the innocent pursuit
Of ducks and drakes

LOOKING AFTER THE PENNIES

When I was a boy
I saved my pennies
For a rainy day
I saved every cent,
My pocket money
Every Friday
The Money back
On the empties
A paper round
In the morning
And delivering
The Weekly Sport
On a Saturday evening
Cleaning Grandmas windows
And Odd jobs
For the neighbours
Then on Saturday morning
I’d take it all,
The Ten bob notes
And tanners,
Halfpennies
And threepenny bits
And pay it all in
To my Post Office savings

BRITISH GAS FIVE STAR

I can remember a time
In the dim and distant past
When you could boast
To your friends and neighbours
That you were the proud user
Of the British Gas five star,
All singing all dancing,
Central heating and boiler cover
Which was akin to saying
You had a Rolls Royce
Parked in your garage
Such was its superior quality
Of course that was a world away
In in different century
Now having British Gas homecare
Is the equivalent to owning,
A 1983 Skoda

Variety # 1

B.H.A

British Humanist Association
Pro human rights
Pro democracy
Pro egalitarianism
And pro mutual respect
Unless of course
You believe in God

A TIME OF MIRACLES

The cynics say of miracles
That they are a scarce commodity,
If they happen at all
But to my mind
There is nothing more miraculous
Than the birth of a child
It may be the most common placed
Of miracles
But it is miraculous
Nonetheless

ALL OF HUMAN KIND

All of human kind
Spread across the globe
Like a single organism
In bacterial proportions
And this human creature
This single entity
This living breathing
Multiplying mass thrives
And its heartbeat is love

SALISBURY VIEW

The late September sun
Bathed the water meadow
As sheep graze the lammas
In stark relief against the blue
Like a great golden arrow
The spire points heavenward

INDUSTRIALISED SPORT

Sport was industrialised by the Soviet Union
To promote communism
And not the money hungry capitalist west
But it profited capitalism

AMATEURISM

Amateurism, when participating
Was more important than winning
Well that idealism has been lost
Because today it’s win at all cost

A FUNNY THING HAPPENED ON THE WAY TO THE FORUM

A funny thing happened
On the way to the forum
That place devoid
Of propriety or decorum

I thought, should I engage?
Or keep well clear
Of the pit of vipers
And the poisonous atmosphere

A funny thing happened
On the way to the forum
I had a premonition
Of what was to come

So I decided the means
Didn’t justify the ends
So I went to the pub
To meet up with friends

VICTIMS OF THE SPITE

From the playground
To the workplace
From the street
To cyber space

Anyone who is different
Standing out in a crowd
Is targeted, because
Difference isn’t allowed

Its tribal I suppose
Or an animal instinct maybe
The bullies do
Hunt in packs certainly

The perpetrators
As far as I can see
Are basically driven
By their own Insecurities

Victims of the spite
Have suffered across time
For being themselves
That’s their only crime

THE VICTORIANS

The Victorians
Invented a lot of sports
Or if not invented,
Encouraged their development
As a means of instilling, fair play
Teamwork and discipline
Into the next generation
As way of training the youth
For life in the wider world
I don’t know how
The Victorians would view
The sportsmen and women of today
Not favourably I suspect

GOOD BYE BABY DOLL

You lie alone
So small, so fragile
Boxed like a doll
In a toy store window
Where passers by say
“It’s almost lifelike”
But you are not a doll
You are not for sale
For you are not whole
The essence that was you
Has left you empty
Like a box within a box
You lie alone
Your angelic soul
Was borne to heaven
On the wings of a dove

THE NINE WORTHIES

The Nine Worthies
Figures of history?
Men of scripture?
Men steeped in myth or legend?
Any or all might apply
But these figures personified
The chivalric ideals
Of the medieval world.

Three of the nine were pagans
Hector prince of Troy,
Slain by Achilles
Alexander the great
Conqueror of the world,
Julius Caesar,
Founder of a dynasty

Three of the nine were Jewish
Joshua, Apprentice of Moses
And leader of the Israelites
David, of the house of David,
Second King of Israel
Judas Maccabeus, leader
Of the Maccabean revolt

Three of the nine were Christian
King Arthur of Camelot,
Fair and just
Charlemagne, the first
Holy Roman Emperor
Godfrey of Bouillon, first ruler
Of the Kingdom of Jerusalem

These nine worthies
Were considered paragons
Of the ideals of chivalry

Walking With God

UBIQUITOUS GOD

Omnipresent,
Omnipotent
Omniscient being
Ever present,
All powerful
All knowing, all seeing
Awesome,
Ubiquitous God
Of our spiritual wellbeing
Of everlasting life,
Salvation guaranteeing

WHEN YOU ARE DOWNCAST

When you are downcast
And at your darkest hour
Pray, for within it
There’s immeasurable power

THE CHRISTENING

Nanny had unwrapped
The christening gown
Handed down through
The generations
Grandma hand-knitted
The booties
Laced them with
Pure white ribbon
The God parents
Presented a shawl
White as fallen snow
And we stood together
Beside the font
And welcomed him
Into the family of Christ

A SONG TO SING IN HEAVEN

A song to sing in heaven
Where the holy angels tread
So sang my heart in joy
The word of God was spread

ARE YOU WEARING A CRUCIFIX?

Are you wearing a crucifix?
Is it God’s grace you are appeasing?
Is it a symbol of your devotion?
Or is it just aesthetically pleasing
Are you a good Christian girl?
Or are you taunting and teasing
Well by that look in your eye
I think you’re up for a squeezing

I HAVE AN ANGEL ON MY DASHBOARD

I have an Angel on my dashboard
She’s my special lucky charm
I have an angel on my dashboard
Who’s keeping me from harm

YOU MAKE MY LIFE WHOLE

You make my life whole
You fill it with your zest
With your loving presence
Dear lord I am truly blessed

YOU MAY NOT ALWAYS ANSWER

You may not always answer
When I offer up my prayer
But the most important thing is
I always know you’re there

I AM SO BLESSED

I am so blessed
To have a family
A caring network
Who look after me

I am so blessed
To have with me
A circle of friends,
Who are like family

I am so blessed
To have in every way
God in my life
Each and every day

CROSS OF THE LIVING GOD # 1

Cross of the living God
Cast your gentle shadow
Keep us safe within its lee
And I will always know
You will answer my Prayer
Because you’re always there
Gentle Jesus, Gentle God

CROSS OF THE LIVING GOD # 2

Cross of the living god
Shine into the darkness
Keep us safe in your light
And you will always bless
Because you’re always there
Answering all my Prayer
Gentle Jesus, Gentle God

CROSS OF THE LIVING GOD # 3

Cross of the living God
Shine light into the darkness
To every corner of the globe
Embellishing the starkness

Cross of the living God
Keep us safely in your light
Protect us every waking hour
And watch us through the night

MY SOUL WAS FORGED IN HEAVEN

My soul was forged in heaven
And my heart was filled with love
My faith is as strong as iron
I am akin to the angels above
Until my soul returns to heaven
And I bask in eternal love

THE ATHEISTS LAST WORDS

The atheist spent his whole life
Denying the existence of a deity
Preached to all who would listen
The atheist thoughts of his reality
He even stated that the universe
Was created quite accidently
Even on his final day on earth
He was content there was no deity
But a moment before he crashed
He cried out “oh God help me”

GOD WINDS THE CLOCK OF LIFE

God winds the clock of life,
It is wound but once
And when set in motion,
At the moment the second hand
Begins its sweep
It can be neither slowed
Nor hurried
There is no hint of duration
No preset point
When the hands cease
The only certainty
Is that the time piece will stop
All you can do is be ready for that day
Leave nothing unsaid
Nothing undone
Place your faith in God
And not the timepiece
Live your allotted time fully
And have no regrets
When the movement stops
At the appointed hour

The Final Frontier

JUPITER

Gustav Holst’s
Bringer of Jollity
The mighty gas giant
Red belted Jupiter
Largest in the solar system
With its great red spot
A storm that has raged
For centuries

MERCURY

Gustav Holst’s
Winged Messenger
The lifeless silver sphere
Races around our fiery star
As fast as its name sake
The fast-flying Roman deity,
Messenger to the gods

SATURN

Gustav Holst’s
The bringer of old age
In a state of perpetual storm
Saturn the mighty gas giant
With Iconic rings of dust and ice
An image comforting and reliant

URANUS

Gustav Holst’s magician
Beautiful ice giant
Whose clouds of methane
Present a featureless disk
Of blue-green colour

NEPTUNE

Gustav Holst’s Mystic
Farthest planet from the Sun
Beautiful ice giant
Whose brilliant blue
Appearance belies
The deadly atmosphere
Of frozen methane

VENUS

Gustav Holst’s bringer of peace
Second planet from the Sun,
Earth's "sister planet"
To the ancients
The Morning Star
Or the Evening Star
Shrouded by opaque
Highly reflective
Clouds of sulphuric acid

MARS

Gustav Holst’s bringer of war
The red planet
A place of high mountains
And deep canyons
Red dust deserts
And frozen Polar Regions

PLUTO

Unknown to Gustav Holst
Pluto, the Dwarf planet
Inhabits the Kuiper belt
And is no longer the ninth planet
Of our solar system
Not even the biggest Dwaft
But Second to Eris

CERES

The frozen Dwarf planet Ceres,
The largest asteroid among the stars
Between the belted giant Jupiter
And the red planet of war Mars

AURIGA

For the Auriga constellation
Look up into the northern sky
You will find the charioteer
Between Perseus and Gemini

SATURN VI

Saturn VI
Iced water Titan
Largest Moon of Saturn
Dense Orange sphere
A planet like moon
Iced water Titan

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 84) Love On The Orient Express (Part Two)

After breakfast we washed and dressed and made our way to spend the morning in the Bar Car and met some of our fellow travellers and chatted over coffee and enjoyed the beautiful scenery of the Alps.

Shortly before midday the train arrived at the Hauptbahnhof in Innsbruck, Georgia and I decided to get off the train to stretch our legs and enjoy the mountain air and the lovely spring sunshine.

It was about half an hour later when the train pulled out of the station.
We had re-boarded the train in the Lalique car, which was where the on-board boutique was located, because I wanted to buy Georgie something that would be a lasting memento of the trip.
“You don’t have to buy me anything” she said, “I’m never going to forget this trip”
But I insisted that we should buy something that would be both a memento and the first thing for our home together.
We settled on a piece of hand blown French crystal in the form of an angel.

After I had purchased the crystal, Georgia suggested we go back to our cabin rather than returning to the bar car.
“She’s horny again,” I thought to myself
So I concurred with her suggestion but within moments of getting back to the cabin the Stewart knocked to say lunch was now being served.
So instead of enjoying a decadent shag we followed him to the dining car instead and enjoyed a delicious though leisurely three-course lunch.
As I watched a glowing Georgia sipping her wine I was overcome with love for her.
I was so lucky to have her in my life, and I couldn’t bear the thought that I might lose her.
But I knew that I risked losing her with every flirtation and every tryst, but I couldn’t stop.
If a woman offered herself on a plate then it would be rude not to accept her hospitality.
So I was just being polite.
But it wouldn’t be forever after all as I got older those offers would decrease exponentially.
And if they stopped tomorrow and I never fucked another woman for the rest of my life I would be more than content to just shag Georgia.
I smiled at her and said
“I love you”
“I love you too,” she said “but now I need to pee”

While she was in the toilet I gazed out the window at the beautiful scenery of spring.
I loved the spring when it arrived; it was such a long time between the last glimpse of thigh in the autumn and the first sign of cleavage in the spring
When all the girls cast off their winter vests and exposed their pallid flesh.
Of course when I thought back to the previous spring and that terrible writers block and how close I was to having to leave the village.
But then that wonderful May afternoon when the flirty virgins lit the blue touch paper and Georgia felt the explosion.
And the floodgates opened and the block evaporated away and I had no shortage of ideas or scenarios and my biggest headache was a struggle to get them onto the page in time.
My sexual activity since that May afternoon apart from being exceedingly pleasurable had also proved to be a means to an end as whatever lustful exploits I participated in fuelled my Erotic stories, which I published under the pen name of Julianna Molesworth and I had profited very well indeed.
My life had changed inexorable and it had been touched by some wonderful people, some of whom touched me in some very intimate places.
I loved Georgia and I would have preferred when I pledged myself to her to have done so to her alone.
There was no reason why I should not commit to her after all some of the recent recipients of my carnal attentions had moved on.
Judith had a new man in her life, Frankie was pregnant, the ex-flirty virgins had boyfriends who were benefiting from my tutelage, Maisie and India were an item, Shula was being serviced by her fiancé Alois.
Andrea was away with the missions, Tilly was to marry Robert Hunter and Dakota was involved with Tilly's brother Tristan.
Even Pandora had a new man in her life; Harry of the Beautiful hill was now exploring Pandora’s beautiful hills.
That was in part why I proposed to Georgie my ex-lovers were happy and I thought I wanted that and decided I could have that.
And I was very happy with Georgia but alas I had underestimated Cousin Molly and Dr Claire Andrews, it appears that in the case of the former we were destined to be forever fuck buddies and the latter of course I was to be her long term respite carer.
On top of which there were the ongoing negotiations with Agnes Snipe and the payments in kind for organizer extraordinaire Olivia Adamson but I also found it almost impossible to give up Pandora my special older woman.

After Georgie returned to the restaurant car and lunch was over we returned to our cabin.
The bunks had been stowed away and the banquette sofa had been restored and I thought we might while away the afternoon in mutual gratification.
Georgia clearly had a similar idea, as the moment we were back in the cabin she wriggled out of her skirt and was naked beneath it I stood briefly admiring her fluffy bush and then as she pulled her top off over her head I inched forward and ran my fingers through her lush growth.
“I think trains make me horny” she said as I worked my fingers towards her minge.
“Everything makes you horny” I said as my digits progressed through her damp whiskers and tentatively probed at her gash.
She leant back against the door and I kissed her as I fingered her slippery slit.
“Mmmm” she moaned in my mouth and opened her thighs wider allowing me to slip two fingers into her creamy cunny.
As I frigged her and Georgia came loudly she closed her thighs on my hand.
I freed myself and carried her to the banquette where she climbed onto the sofa on all fours and presented me with her pink moist pussy so I knelt behind Georgia’s lovely naked body and slipped into her syrupy quim.
"Oh that feels so good Simon” Georgia said “So hot and so dirty"
Georgia had her face pressed against the glass admiring the spectacular scenery as the train travelled through the Italian Dolomites as I banged her wriggling squirming form.
Her hot panting breath huffed up the glass as I brought her to climax and Georgia screamed, a second later I erupted inside her.
When I withdrew my sticky shaft from her quim she rolled onto her back
"That was so good" she purred,
We had finished in a timely fashion as a few minutes later our afternoon tea was served in our cabin.

After tea Georgia wanted to play some more and I thought to myself
“Trains do make her horny” as she knelt on the floor sucking my cock.
And as the train pulled into Verona’s Porta Nuova station I pulled out of her.

Georgia freshened up and redressed while the train was in the station and I was happy to see her dressed in her matching yellow bra and panties and as she slipped on her yellow dress the train slowly departed and we knew it was time to prepare to disembark and I held her in my arms as we crossed the Venetian Lagoon and pulled into Santa Lucia station and so began our remarkable life together.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 83) Love On The Orient Express (Part One)

On Thursday morning I packed my suitcase for the trip and then as a result of an interesting few days I found myself in a rich vein of creativity, I spent the rest of the day writing until I took myself off to bed.

9 o’clock the next morning my lift to the airport arrived, I picked up my bags and opened the door to find, not Claire Andrews but Olivia Adamson.
“Taxi for Fisher” she said
“What’s going on?” I asked “I wasn’t expecting to see you today, what happened to Claire”
“She’s still out on a call” she replied “so she asked me to do it instead”
“Ok then lead on” I said and closed the door behind me
As she drove me to the airport I said
“This is very kind of you, I owe you one”
“Good” she replied, “The usual payment terms will be applied”

Marly-le-Roi was situated on the Seine River near Versailles and quite a taxi ride from Charles De Gaulle Airport.
When I reached the Auberge I checked in and went up to the room and after freshening up I went down to the bar to wait for the others.
As I sat in the bar waiting I reflected on how much I was looking forward to seeing Georgia, I had missed her terribly even though she had been gone for less than a week and I had busied myself in my normal way.
It may also have been the fact that we were going away together on our first proper holiday.
I was so lucky to have her in my life; there was a point when I thought I would lose her when she gave me an ultimatum to change my lascivious ways.
But she had never again questioned my behavior in regard to other women, which I must admit I then took as tacit approval.
I had tried to change but in the end I saw no harm in taking whatever opportunities presented themselves providing I was discreet.
But I did miss Georgie when we were apart.
They arrived about an hour later and the twins excitedly regaled me of tales of their trip while the others had a well-earned rest and a stiff drink and then after lunch I took the twins swimming while the other three had a siesta.

That night we let the twins chose the venue and we went to a Chinese buffet restaurant.
Then thankfully about 9 o’clock they finally ran out of steam and it was grownup time and when her parents retired for the night and I finally got to express my happiness at having her back.

The next morning we all got on a sightseeing boat up the Seine into the city and then the girls all went off shopping while Geoff and I did the cultural stuff.
Then we all met up again after lunch and did the touristy stuff together, the Eiffel tower, Notre Dame, Montmartre then we caught the boat back to Marly.
That evening we ate at a more grown up establishment, a 3 Michelin starred foodie’s heaven.
Wasted on the twins it has to be said but for the rest of us it was divine.

On Sunday morning we all went to the local Church and I must admit I rather enjoyed the experience despite the fact we didn’t understand a word being said.
We did happen to meet up with some fellow Brits who were equally confused so we joined them for a coffee.

After lunch Geoff and Laura went off to pack while we took the twins to the local park.
When we returned Geoff had the car loaded so we said our goodbyes and waved them off.
Georgia and I then spent the afternoon very decadently in our room.

Having spent the afternoon working up an appetite Georgia demanded to be fed and wanted to go to a local bistro and pig out.
I told her no but she could have a sandwich to keep her going until suppertime.
“Where are we eating supper?” she asked
“It’s a surprise” I replied
“I don’t like surprises” she said sulkily
All weekend Georgia had pestered me to tell her where we were going.
And I refused to tell her or give her any clues and it was driving her mad.
“Will I like it?” she asked
“Yes” I said
“Oh please tell me,” she begged
“Right let’s get packed” I said and got up
Getting packed distracted her for a while but she started again the minute we got in the taxi.
“Gare de l'Est s'il vous plait” I said
“Oui monsieur” the driver replied
“What was that?” she said “where did you say?”

We disembarked outside the grand façade and the driver unloaded the bags.
“Merci” I said as I settled the fare.
“Where are we?” Georgia asked staring up at the magnificent frontage.
I signaled to a porter
“L’Orient-Express s'il vous plait” I said
“Oui monsieur” the porter replied and loaded the bags onto his trolley.
“What?” Georgia said, “What did you say?”
“Come on this way, follow the porter” I instructed and took hold of her arm.
When we got to the gate I handed the guard my tickets and our passports.
When I turned around Georgia was standing open mouthed, staring at the sign.

“We’re going on The Orient-Express?” she asked in a faltering voice.
“Yes” I replied and she started crying
“I’m sorry,” she said wiping her eyes
“It’s such a wonderful surprise”
“I thought you didn’t like surprises?” I asked
“I lied” she replied and hugged me and whispered “Can we do it on the train?”
“Oh yes” I replied

As we followed the porter along the platform we got our first sight of “the train against which all other luxury trains are measured” It was a magnificent sight and was like stepping back in time to the heyday of Art Deco and a more gracious elegant age of travel.
The porter loaded our bags onto the train and the steward helped us to our vintage double cabin.
While I was settling with the porter and the steward Georgia excitedly explored our cabin.
It was set up, as a lounge area with a banquette sofa and a small table and in one corner she found hidden behind a door was a luxurious wash station, a washbasin with hot and cold water, plump fluffy towels and a selection of toiletries.
The only thing we didn’t have was our own toilet as that was situated at the end of the carriage.
We started to get ourselves settled in when Georgia said urgently
“Have you got your tablet with you?”
“Yes” I replied, “it’s in my bag”
“Great” she said “I want to Skype mum and dad”
She rummaged in my bag and hurried outside and down to the platform.
“We depart in 5 minutes Mam’selle” the steward called after her
I followed her out along the corridor
“5 minutes only monsieur” the steward said to me
“No problem” I said “she’s just a bit excited”
“Look where we are mum” she shouted as she aimed the tablet at the train and panned along the full length of the beautifully liveried rolling stock.
The steward came to the door and tapped his watch so I guided her back towards the train.
“We’re going on the train now” she shouted to her mum

Georgia gave her mum and dad the full tour of the cabin up until the train departed and then she said
“I’m so excited I need to pee”
She would have taken the tablet with her if I hadn’t taken it from her
“Your mum doesn’t need to watch you pee,” I said
I turned the screen towards me and said
“Hi Laura”
“Hello Simon, I’ve never seen her so excited” Laura said
“I know” I said, “I don’t know how I’m going to calm her down”
“She was so excited she didn’t say where you were going,” she said
“Well I haven’t told her yet,” I told her and quickly checked Georgia was out of earshot
“We’re going to Venice first, staying for three nights and then we’ll take the train back via Prague where we’ll stay for two nights”
“How wonderful “Laura said, “And Georgia doesn’t know?”
“Not a thing” I replied I heard a sound from the corridor and stuck my head out the door just in time to see Georgie closing the toilet door.
“That’s Georgia coming back”
“Ok well I’m ready for my bed,” she said just as Georgie arrived back
“Oh are you going?” Georgia asked
“Yes it’s my bed time” Laura said
“Bye bye darling have a lovely time and take lots of pictures, love you both”
“Bye mum” Georgie said, “I love you too”
“Does she know where we’re going?” she asked me suspiciously
“How would she know?” I asked and was spared any further interrogation by a knock on the door
When I opened it, it was the steward
“Dinner is being served in the dining car whenever you are ready” he said
“Thank you Pierre” I said and closed the door
“Right let’s get dressed” I said

Half an hour later we made our way to the “L'Oriental” Dining Car a Birmingham build Pullman car beautifully decorated in the Art Deco style, where we were wined and dined on a sumptuous four-course dinner.
When we sat down in the elegant carriage Georgia said
“I don’t want much I’m far too excited to eat”
Well four courses and a lot of wine later we waddled our way back to our cabin, which in our absence had been transformed, into a cosy bedroom with the banquette sofa now having given way to two single bunks.
We were both too tired, too full of gourmet food and too drunk to christen the bunks in the manner in which we would have liked so I helped her up into the top bunk and within ten minutes we were both asleep.

The next morning just after first light I had to get up to the toilet, I didn’t bother dressing and I trotted down the corridor in my pants.
When I returned to the cabin I quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room when I spied in the early morning light Georgia’s naked buttock protruding from beneath her blanket.
I dallied by the bunk as I felt myself rising in unison with the sun and I leant in and kissed her plump cheek and the stirring continued.
I caressed her bare cheek and then followed the contours towards her crevice and probed gently between her lips.
At my first touch she was no more than moist but she lathered up very nicely as I stroked her and she began moaning softly into her pillow.
As she warmed to my rhythmic touch and her muffled moans emanated from her pillow I penetrated her with two fingers and frigged her quickly until she came.
After I had withdrawn my wet fingers from her hot pussy she swung her legs over the side and slid off her bunk so I could dispatch her on the lower bunk.
But as she slithered downwards with her legs flailing I took the initiative, I wrapped an arm around her waist and impatiently speared her before her feet could hit the floor.
I supported her weight with my left arm wrapped around her middle while my right hand grasped the edge of the bunk to give me some purchase while I fucked her.
But after a couple of strokes Georgie planted her feet on the bottom bunk and held tightly onto the top one and moaned uncontrollably as I pummelled her.
Her gorgeous little cheeks were slapping against my belly like waves lapping against the side of a boat.
She was so hot, so tight and so juicy and with every penetration she let out little high-pitched grunts.
I could feel myself on the threshold as Georgia bobbed up and down on me like a monkey on a stick.
And then with a scream of satisfaction she went rigid, but I pressed on with the assault until I too climaxed and exploded inside her sweet cunny.

While we sat in the post coital afterglow cuddling on my bunk we looked out at the magnificent scenery of the Swiss Alps, then a few minutes later there was a knock on the door when I opened it, it was our breakfast being delivered to the cabin.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 82) Payment In Kind

In the early evening as the flowing waters lapped against the side of barge I lapped at Pandy’s flowing waters and we made love again with the spring sunlight shining through the window, flooding the cabin in an orange glow.

It was getting dark as we left the barge and returned to the car.
“That was a very pleasant afternoon,” I said
“Wasn’t it” Pandora said with a grin.
“I’m not so sure that your sister in law won’t know that someone’s been there,” I said
“I know, we certainly left our mark on the bed linen” Pandora said with a chuckle

Pandora drove back along the same country lanes we had negotiated early, though with considerably less urgency on the homeward bound leg.
We journeyed in silence, lost in our own thoughts and I watched her as she drove, with a serene expression on her face until we reached the outskirts of the village when she said
“I love Harry”
The Harry she was referring to was Harry Beaumont, brother of Mortimer, who she had been seeing romantically since January.
“Good” I replied, “He’s a good man”
“But I don’t want to stop” she continued
“Stop what?” I asked although I knew what she meant
“You know what” she replied
“Harry is gentle thoughtful lover”
“But?” I interrupted
“But I want my eyes to roll back in my head and have toe curling orgasms once in a while” Pandora admitted
“I don’t want to stop either,” I said
“Why didn’t you say so before” she responded and slapped me
“Because I wanted to hear you say how much you wanted me,” I answered
Pandora blushed slightly and she smiled and took hold of my hand.

Pandora drove me back to the Golf club and dropped me in the car park.
“Are you coming in for a drink?” I asked
“I can’t darling” she said, “I’m desperately late as it is”
“Not even a quick one?” I asked
“I know your idea of a quick one” she laughed “Anyway you’ve monopolized my time all day”
“Time well spent though,” I said
“Definitely” she said
“Well if I can’t tempt you I’ll have to quench your thirst another time then” I said
“You normally do” Pandora shouted as she drove away and then I went in for a drink.

When I walked into the club lounge I found Geoff and Laura sitting at a table in the corner.
“Hello you two” I said leaning in to kiss her
“Hello Simon” Laura said
After shaking hands with Geoff I bought some drinks and sat down.
“We don’t often see you in here” I said
“We came in to chat with Georgia on her break” Geoff said
“Last minute details for the holiday”
This did not surprise me, as Geoff was a meticulous planner.
However on this occasion his problem was that and his plans had been interfered with.
On Sunday he was driving Laura and the girls to France where they were going to visit Euro Disney among other things before returning to the UK on Friday in time for Georgia and me to go away together.
Now when I say Geoff had planned the trip I mean he planned it to the nth degree.
Where they would go, where they would eat, duration of each visit etc.
However Laura and Georgia had thrown a spanner in the works because they wanted to spend a day in Paris doing some girlie shopping and this did not fit in Geoff’s literary in any way shape or form.
Just then Georgia appeared.
“Hi Hon” she said “I wasn’t expecting to see you here”
“I’ve been on the course all day” I said “I just came in for a quick one before going home”
I kissed her and went to get her a drink, when I returned to the table Georgia and Laura had ganged up on Geoff to get him to give in.
“Come on play fare you two,” I said
“But we really want to go shopping” Georgia said in a sulky teenager voice.
“Can we delay our trip by a day?”
“No” I replied, “it’s all booked”
“So that’s that then,” Georgia said sulkily
“Well not necessarily” I mused, “there is a compromise solution”
“What’s that?” Laura asked
“Well you can still do Geoff’s meticulously planned trip” I suggested “but instead of coming home on Friday go into Paris”
“But we have to get Georgia back on Friday” Geoff said
“Not if I meet up with you in Paris on Friday” I said
“We can stay at an Auberge”
“But what about your holiday?” Laura asked
“Well we stay in Paris for two night, the girls can spend Saturday shopping while Geoff and I can go and look at paintings of naked women in the Louvre” I paused “then on Sunday you Geoff and the twins come home and Georgia and I can leave for our holiday from Paris”
“We can leave from Paris?” Georgia “Where are we going then?”
“It’s a secret” I replied
There was silence for a short while as the three of them pondered my suggestion, looking for flaws in the plan.
Georgia’s expression changed as she had clearly thought of something and opened her mouth to speak but I interrupted her.
“You will need to pack for both trips, but don’t forget you can always treat yourself to some new clothes in Paris”
“It’s a sound plan as far as I can see” Geoff said which, was high praise indeed.
“I think it will be great,” Laura said
“Me too” Georgia said and then kissed me and then whispered
“I’ll by new underwear too”
“That’s a plan then?” I asked and everyone concurred
“Ok I’ll book the Auberge tomorrow” I said “my treat and no arguments”

Although I’d only had two pints at the club I felt a bit pissed when I got home, but then I hadn’t eaten since breakfast and I’d expended a lot of energy one way and another.
So I made myself beans on toast and then went to bed.

On Saturday morning I was starving hungry so I made myself a full English breakfast.
After which I set about making the changes to the holiday arrangements.
First of all I went on line to find a suitable place for everyone to stay.
I finally settled on an Auberge in Marly-le-Roi in the
Western suburbs of Paris.
So I made the booking and emailed all the details to Geoff so he could integrate it into his holiday pack.
Georgia worked on Saturday at the club and then spent the night with me but she left early on Sunday morning so she could finish her packing.
She would have left earlier had she not insisted on farewell shag.
After she had gone I showered, breakfasted and went down to St Lucy’s for some spiritual refreshment.
After the service I walked around to the Gregory’s just in time to wave them off.
Then I went home and settled down to work.
I had quite a bit to catch up with so I slowly plodded on through my emails, when I reached one from my agent Lionel Bloom.
There was a document attached so I clicked on it and I couldn’t believe my eyes.
I picked up the phone and selected his number.
“Lionel Bloom” the voice said
“Lionel” I said “Sorry to disturb you on a Sunday”
“You’ve seen the email then” he said
“I have” I replied “are those figures correct?”
“Absolutely kosher” he answered
“Then the decimal point isn’t in the wrong place?” I asked
“No its not” I said and laughed
The subject matter of the email was the first set of revenue figures for the Overend recordings, and the numbers were incredible.
Easy street incredible.
My royalties for the previous year were quite substantial and more than enough to live comfortably on but this other money was in a league of its own and it was only for the first few months of the year.
I had to do something with it and thinking what course of action to take occupied me for the rest of the day.

On Monday I needed to make the change to the time and location of departure for mine and Georgia’s holiday and for that, as the itinerary was quite complicated, I contacted my travel agent, also known as Olivia Adamson, Practice manager of the village surgery and organizational genius.
There was a small surcharge levied for the changes to the itinerary, which involved me helping Olivia out of her underwear and into a state of disgrace.
As Georgia was away in France I chose to spread the charges over a few days paying once in her office out of surgery hours, the second on the floor in my lounge and a third in the back of her car in the little secluded car park by the river that Pandora drove me to.
I thought that asking favours of Olivia was a much more enjoyable way of making reservation than doing it myself online.

I spoke to Lionel again on Tuesday and asked him to recommend an accountant of a solicitor or both to help me set up a trust fund or something like it.
He knew just the person his younger brother Emmanuelle he set up a meeting for me for the following day.

I was thrilled that Gerald Overend’s tapes and transcriptions were returning such a great sum of revenue but I felt a bit guilty, as they weren’t mine to benefit from.
So I decided that I wanted someone more deserving than me to benefit from it.
After meeting with Manny Bloom he confirmed there would be a sufficient stream of royalties to fund what I had in mind, namely two scholarship funds for pupils from St Lucy’s, one was the Gerald Overend Literary Scholarship and the other was the Katy Oliver Theology Scholarship.
That evening I phoned Eleanor Overend and gave her the news and she broke down in tears.

On Wednesday I arranged a meeting with the Vicar, Robert Hunter and the Headmistress of St Lucy’s, Donna Dauphinais, to discuss my proposal which was well received by them, but I asked that they put my offer forward at the next Governors meeting and would await their response.
The remainder of the day was spent completing my correspondence and typing up my notes onto my laptop.
This left just enough time for me to give Olivia the final installment of her surcharge in the back of her car.
“Come on then Olivia if you want me to pay” I said clambering into the back of the car.
We had already had a significant period of foreplay in the front and I was sitting in the middle of the back seat trouser-less and sporting a large erection still wet with her saliva as she opened the door and climbed in.
Olivia was not a big unit but she was a tall girl and she was sidling between me and the front seats like a cinema latecomer trying to get to her seat.
For some reason she wanted to be on the other side of me before we continued, I didn’t know nor understand her rationale and to be honest I didn’t really care.
But when she was at the zenith above my lap I lifted her skirt to expose her tidy buttocks and gripping her hips I pulled her downwards until her tight pussy enveloped me and she was squatting on my shaft.
Olivia gripped the headrests as she rose and fell on me, rising to the very tip of me on the up stroke and using every inch of my shaft on the down and the wonderfully dirty noises echoed around the car.
But despite her obvious ecstasy she lost none of her rhythm and her stamina showed no signs of wavering as she rode me right up to the point my aching balls were fit to burst and I gripped her boney hips until she milked me dry.
She finally relaxed breathless onto my lap and leaned back against me.
“Do I get a receipt for that” I asked