I wasn't sure about publishing this update concerning my life but so many of you seemed concerned about my absence I thought an update was well overdue.
As we lay on the straw-filled pallet with the dappled summer-sun beating down through the vine canopy, Izzy and I were content to just lie here and take in our last few moments together before she had to go. It would be the last we saw of each other for a while -- Izzy, now a holiday rep with a tour company in Corsica had to fly back that night and I had the reluctant task of packing up the last of my things ready for my return to the UK.
Yes...in order to retain my sanity I'm moving back to the UK. My father's death in Iraq had hit me hard and very slowly I had drifted into a drink induced depressive state which was made worst when my bastard of a husband announced that he had found someone else and wanted a divorce.
It was some weeks after father's funeral that Izzy found me, wandering about the estate, naked and 'highly pissed' as we say in England having lost the will to live.
Sipping our drinks as we chatted my mind kept drifting back to last night, our final night together. I don't know what had got into Izzy but for the first time since we had got together she had been really rough; the use of the strap-on combined with the nipple and clit clamps was ok, but the pulling back on the gag whilst my wrists were handcuffed to the head-board was just a bit too painful. I'm not normally into BDSM but to my surprise I really began to enjoy it. In fact, I'd go as far as to say it was the best sex I had for a long...long time,
God...I must have been desperate. Just thinking back to it made me blush, sending shivers down my back.
"Cold?" murmured Izzy having seen my slight shiver.
"What!...in this heat, you've got to be kidding," I replied.
"Then why the shiver?" she retorted quizzically.
"Just... just thinking about last night," That last bit I added almost as a whisper, an afterthought, trailing off when I realised how much of a slut I sounded. Izzy always told me I had a sluttish mind. My train of thought was brought further off the rails when one of her hands reached across, grasp hold of my chin then gently twisted it so that I was now looking into her eyes. They were ablaze with a mixture of lust and question. She knew we didn't really have time for this but my god, we wanted each other so much, with an animal passion we hadn't felt for a long time.
My eyes, heart and now soaking wet pussy all betrayed my body and within seconds her mouth was crashing down upon mine. We were making out like we needed this connection with each other to be able to breathe. Her tongue expertly coaxed its way into my mouth until our tongues were together, dancing their own dance of passion. With the kissing and the heat of the afternoon sun my body was burning up, I knew she too could feel it beneath her hand which was still grasping my face, keeping me there in our moment of passion. I squeezed my legs together tighter in an attempt to block out the feeling of need that was beginning to pool between my legs. If I was getting this worked up now then how was I going to cope without it for a couple of months?
Izzy broke the kiss and I realised I was panting want of for breath; it felt like she was literally kissing the life out of me. Still dazed I lay there; lips tingling and bruised, eyes closed, trying to stem the flow of desire that was on the verge of washing over every inch of my body. Izzy had to be at the airport in less than 2 hours, I scolded myself but the next thing I knew I could feel the cold shock of an ice cube circling nipple, the melt water forming refreshing rivulets that gathered together before running away from my breasts, only to be retrieved by the warm tongue of my lover. The contrasting temperatures generated goose-bumps all over my body, my nipples hardened in an instant as I tried to squirm away.
The torture was only made worse as Izzy slowly slide the cube up towards my neck then circled the cube around my chin before popping it through my slightly parted lips, hastily she mashed her lips down on mine before we passed the cube between us until only our mashing our lips, and tongues, together with renewed intensity was left.
Her hand found my right breast then pulled and squeezed at its highly sensitive nipple; I couldn't help but moan into her mouth as she played. With my left hand resting on the nape of her neck twiddling her hair, my right was free to wonder. Teasingly made its way down her thigh where I began to squeeze, rub and run my nails over her naked arse; following the string of her thong and teasing all the way I finally reached her pussy lips.
Pushing aside the flimsy piece of material I began stroking her pussy. Izzy broke the kiss again, reached into her glass for a second cube then bringing it back she circled my hardened nubs with it until I was covered in goose-bumps and shaking all over, not from the cold but from the sheer sexual pleasure. Holding the cube firmly against my nipple she made her way in small nibbling/kissing motions over my collarbone, up my neck then to my earlobe. I was moaning with abandon for Izzy knew this was one of my weakest points. Her breath tickled my ear as she gave one of her cute giggles for she knew how worked up I was getting, making my hairs stand on end and my pussy clench in the most delicious way. The nip she gave my earlobe whilst her breathing still tickled my inner ear almost made me come there and then. I was writhing, panting and moaning and stroking her pussy harder now, wanting to give her the pleasure she was giving me.
Izzy released her grip on the ice cube allowing it to slip away from my breasts before making its watery before coming to a chilling rest between the pallet and my back, her kisses returned downwards and in an instant she was licking and nibbling at my hard nipple, her hand tracing the outline of my sopping folds through my thin lace like panties. Dipping a finger around the edges of the material we both moaned, her by my rhythmic massage of her nether region and me at how wet I was down there.
Pushing Izzy on to her back, her moans got louder as I kissed a trail up her chest for I never tire of running my tongue over her stunning body. Once I reached her neck I continued upwards to her face, taking her lips between mine and gently sucking and biting them until she moaned again.
"Fuck, Sarah," she groaned as I made my way back down past her breast, not stopping until I reached her hips where I licked across the line of her thong. As I did her hips arched up off the pallet. Taking my chance and through its thin material I mouthed kisses upon her mons before hooking my thumbs around its flimsy string-like waistband and pulled it down her legs.
I kiss the little patch of blonde hair above her sex, and then the furrows leading to her treasure. She tensed again, urging me on. Finally, I do. I opened my mouth a little letting my tongue slip out a little to taste her for perhaps the last time.
