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Another one pounded off tonight in the deirdre spirt if not vein of one of
her many themes.  A chip derived from one of her fine mini mind, plays.

   I cannot miss an opportunity to honor a great writer of gentle style and
softer grace in her/his explorations of sexuality in our human inner most
minds.

   Your works display a finely crafted art in word imagery using
exceptional word brevity.

   Deirdre stories are short, erotic, gentle subtle probes into S+M and
other delights.  Subtle probes into soft mind opening examinations of
heretofore unknown sexual horizons , to some fools, sinning.  Well it's
true the stories are not biblical but they surley are erotic and
delightfully imaginative.

   All in all . . .A delightful prolific blast of tasty stories, hypnotic
and sexy as hell.

   Bringing a strongly needed, higher level of craftsmanship to a ever
growing pool of in some cases extremely raw writing on sex and zee
pleasures of zee flesh.

   Thanks lass or lassie, what ever the case, for sharing your gifts.

   Thank You.  Well done.  Deirdre.

   Sir or Miss as facts may be.  Dwell dear friend most happily Well in
body, mind and soul We miss your gentle art of "O"

   Comments SafeWord 2006



   Oh yes the story.  Ah . . .  the title is I guess "As Planned" or
"Wildcat" . . .  Whatever.

   Coding FF oral

   "As Planned"



   All our friends told us not to vacation in Burdeck They told us time and
again that there was no embassy there and we would have no protection
should something go wrong.  But heck the war was over decades ago and no
one remembers it anymore.  Their just scarred shitless of everything,
anyway.  I wasn't changing my plans.  Besides Cindy and I had always wanted
to visit an Asian country and Burdeck was really making an effort to
encourage tourists from the US.  You could tell that from the prices.

   We were able to book a really great deal for two weeks air fare hotels
and meals included for less than a weekend in Vegas, so just I lied to our
friends and told them all I'd changed the tickets to Jamaica but instead as
planned, off we flew to Burdeck.  Passports in hand and bikinis in our
luggage.  Even Cindy was surprised that we landed in Asia.  She's a
sweetheart but an complete idiot in geography.  I love her for it.

   It was all we ever dreamed it would be.  Exotic, erotic and hot, hot ,
hot.  We rushed to our hotel room to shower and change and for the first
time ever saw my lifelong friend naked.  What a vison , she was all I ever
dreamed of , ever lately, ever dreamed of, for years now, it had been that
way.  I ached for her .I wanted her to sing , hear her sing, make her sing
. Sing out pleasureous moans of blissful sheer delight.  I wanted to hear
sounds of lapping and slapping and groans as she came at my command.  Her
smells in doing so.  The delight of her taste.  The delight of her tasting
all of me.  Her mouth fulfilling my dark needs.

   I was still planning her capture.  This trip for me it was mostly a big
game hunt.  It gave me a chance to stalk my lovely prey unencumbered, in a
hunting preserve of my choosing.  The second day I gently led her into the
naked section of the beach and for the first time coached and teased her
into removing her bathing suit.  She was shy at the end.  I ended up almost
ordering her to strip.  I wanted to watch her naked .  I wanted to see
sweat flow on her small breasted sleek body.  Watch droplets run in curved
lines into mysterious crevasses

   She played on my mind and I wanted her as mine.  As my Queen.  My wife.
My subject.  To command.  Her every act of pleasure would serve to gratify.
Mine.

   She didn't know it yet but .

   She was gonna love me.  In spite of herself .

   Just as planned.

   I took guiltily pleasure in spreading suntan lotion on her sweet body ,
my hands oh so happy to beat my tongue to the pleasure of feeling of her
skin.

   Tasting though, would have to wait.



   We had a ball for the first week and every thing was great but the
tactical part of planning was lagging.  The details were still fuzzy as yet
on some things.  She was no longer shy to undress in front of me and was
getting used to the verbal whip but still needed a lot of gentle handling
to strip in public.

   I wanted the pace quickened and decided a side trip would be in order. I
needed her alone, all alone, so arranged a small excursion into the
countryside.  We rented a couple of scooters and after five minutes of sign
language instruction on how to operate the bikes.  Off we went to do some
cross country touring.

   I had loaded my weapons carefully , two chilled bottles of her favorite
wine, one blanket, one suntan oil, one tube of creamy bug repellant and a
small pillow.  For my hips or hers, whatever came first.

   The licker does a better job when the lickee's hips were raised.  I
planned that my hips were gonna be raised and my heels were gonna be
beating a fast drum on her greased back.

   If I had my way, anyway, but I didn't.  Cruel fate intervened and
derailed my plan.



   The accident happened in a town forty miles from our hotel.  Cindy was
in the lead and I saw a huge water buffalo and yelled for her to look at
it. She turned around to look, lost control of the bike and went head first
over an embankment, landing in a deep gully.

   Luckily the ditch was filled with water and soft mud which cushioned her
fall.  She didn't seem hurt too bad but she was crying with pain..  She was
holding her ankle and telling me her leg was broken.  Then she got sick to
her stomach, all over and we were both a real mess.  Luckily some locals
happened by and helped me get her out of the sticky mud.  Soon there was an
ambulance to take her to the local hospital in a nearby town.  The self
important local police would not let me leave.  I had to stay behind , fill
out a report and pay a some guys to return the bikes, then hitch a ride to
the hospital.  It took hours.

   At the hospital, the staff did not speak English and I had to sign
produce our health insurance cards and fill out Cindy's admitting forms..
Which I'd still be doing except for intervention of the hospital manager,
who spoke some English.

   Cindy had only sprained her ankle but was in a lot of pain.  When I got
to her room her leg was wrapped up and she was completely and massively
sedated.  She didn't hardly know me or anything else for that matter.

   I sat by her bed for a bit, got nowhere asking the staff anything, so I
went and asked the hospitals manager on Cindy's condition.  She told me
that Cindy would be a few days recovering and I should just leave it to
them.  I took a taxi back to our hotel, alone and sad.



   The next day I collected up a few things , she'd need , threw them in a
spare shopping suitcase and taxied back to the hospital.  There was no need
to complain about the treatment, Cindy was enjoying..  The building and
equipment were brand new, modern and seemed to have very few patients. 
Cindy was in a semi room with two beds separated by a thin curtain but
there was no other patient except her in the room.  I think I only ever saw
one other patient, an old man, far down the corridor.  Cindy seemed well
looked after with at least a half dozen nurses and aids swarming over her.
None spoke English or would to me at least.

   Cindy was still really sedated but awake.  Kind of awake anyway.  She
seemed to be in a confused state and barely knew me.  I asked her if her
ankle still hurt and she thought for a while and said yes.  I was puzzled
as to why she was so drugged, if she was not in much pain, so made my way
down to the manager's office and she told me that Cindy was just under a
very mild sedation but was receiving heavy dozes of Graval and that drug
made some people really confused ,but not to worry.  She'd be fine in a
week or two!

   I questioned her on why so long and she told me that Cindy had swallowed
ditch water.  Water not fit for a humans to drink and Cindy was and would
be sick to her stomach for quite a while still.  She sent me off with a not
to worry, statement and I went back to our hotel.  I was puzzled though. 
Cindy and I had, received all the recommended inoculations and only a
superbug would really hurt us.  But she was the head doc.

   All the next day was spent phoning our folks, telling them the news. 
Arranging with my bank for more money.  Getting Green Cross to send
approval for Cindy's hospital bills, getting our visa's extended and trying
to reschedule a later plane departure date.  I didn't get to see Cindy at
all.

   SO the day after, I went real early in the morning.  Visiting hours
weren't until 2pm but I snuck up to her floor at 10 ish or so. .  The nurse
on reception seemed surprised to see me and stopped me in the corridor and
wouldn't let me by her into Cindy's room.  She made me sit down in the
waiting room and rushed off.  Soon her and another couple of nurses came
out of Cindy's room and gave me dirty looks.  They let me go see my friend
but she was really, no better, still really confused.  Her hair was all
astray and when I sat her up to comb it for her.  The sheet fell off and I
discovered, she was in her bed, completely naked and didn't care who saw
her that way.  At least she didn't try to cover up at all.

   I was stunned but then realized, the nurses were probably going to give
her a sponge bath and I had interrupted them.  No wonder they were mad at
me.  I combed her hair and as I left, pulled the sheet up over her pretty
body.  She hadn't let me put sun tan oil on her front.  Her pretty little
tits were so cute, so close.  my hands wanted to grab em, to caress em. 
But not here, not now, so I sadly left.

   The hospital manager was waiting for me in the lobby.  She gave me a
nasty lecture about hospitals rules and proper visiting hours 2pm to 4pm.
And warned me not to break them again.  I apologized and left around noon.

   Ex communist grouch butch nazi wanna be bitch!

   Nothing that day was going right.

   There wasn't a taxi anywhere around to take me back to my room.  I
learned later that there was a big convention back in the city and all the
local taxis were super busy.  I walked around the town for a while , found
a good restaurant and had a great lunch.  That and the heat made me sleepy
but I had no way to get back to my hotel.  It was around 4pm so I thought
I'd revisit Cindy and maybe take a catnap on the spare bed in her room.  I
liked the thought of being near her.



   It was after four but I decided, if I wanted to be with my friend I was
gonna.  Fuck their rules.  It's like the 21st century, screw all
bureaucrats.  I found a back stairway and snuck up to her floor.  It must
have been tea time or whatever they drink on their breaks.  No one was
around.  I was able to give my sleeping friend , a kiss on her forehead
then slipped into the other bed beside her.  I pulled the curtain between
the beds closed around me but left a section open near the wall open.  So I
could still see her.  I just lay there watching her.  Her breathing was so
gentle, her breath seemed to seep across to me.  I knew the smell of her.
Cindy liked perfume and bought the best.  I could smell her scent.  I guess
you couldn't sponge bath her essence off.  Softly, with dreams of her, I
fell to sleep.  I dreamed of giving her a sponge bath, all over.  I dreamed
the sponge became my tongue.  Deep in that fantasy.  I dreamed of hearing
her moaning in pleasure.  I heard the sounds of giggling of grunting and
moans, her moans.

   I woke up and found my dream was no dream.

   Though the curtains beside me came the sounds of sex and though my
peephole I saw a wondrous situation.

   Cindy was in her bed , no covers on and stark naked.  The electronic bed
was tilted backwards and she was lying head down.  Her mouth was open and
filled with, an also very naked, hot open wet nurse's cunt.  The nurse had
both hands wrapped in Cindy's, long sun blond hair.  She was using my
friend's hair as reins.  Cindy's moving tongue attention was being pulled
and directed on all of the nurse's anatomy.  I watched my friend that I had
known for most my life, lick another women's, round asshole.  All the
while, another Asian nurse knelt between Cindy's legs and was pounding a
large green dildo into Cindy's cunt.

   I lay there, breathless and watched them use her, but mostly, I just
watched her.  I relished in the sight of her tongue licking those bitches.
I wanted that tongue on me.  I wanted to feel it moving on my parts, all my
clean and wet dirty parts.  My cunt quivered at the thought.  My cunt lips
pouted in displeasure of only being a watcher.

   At that moment my passion turned to hate.  I seethed in anger .  I hated
those fuckin bitches.  How dare they, That mouths mine.  She's all fucking
mine.  I saw her first..



   I watched them.  Lots of them, take turns on her .  One fucking her. 
One riding her mouth.  Then switching places.  My love's moans, pleasure?!
One after another Oriental bitch rode and spasmed on her face.  Cindy's
head remained locked for between sweaty dripping thighs and they used her
hard, They rode that sweet face mercilessly.  How could Cindy breathe, I
wondered?  All those Nurses smeared their wet gashes all over her features
leaving a trail of juices.  Cindy seemed to be drinking more than she was
breathing.

   Finally in exhaustion the last bitch fell over, off Cindy's face. 
Cindy's glistening pussy juice washed face.  Her mouth was open , she was
licking her lips.

   But no

   Cindy's lips were soon covered by another red flushed open Asian pussy
as another nurse I had not seen before.  Took her.  Face fucked her.  Nor
did I recognize the next jockey.  But I did recognize the hospital manager.
The fucking lying bitch!  The whole floor of nurses was coming on my
girlfriends face and she was the gang rape leader.  I would just loved to
have a squad of Marines just then.  I get them to shoot all those rapists.

   But truthfully Cindy looked like she was, having a simply, marvelous
time.  She was drugged but had a smile, a mile while, at least for the
seconds I was able to see it uncovered as she licked the all those cunts
and asses.  A hospital full of horny nurse pussy.

   I wondered if they tasted of antiseptic?

   I was so fucking jealous of them.

   After a couple of hours the last of the fuck-squat team had left and I
snuck out of the room.



   I managed a ride to town and thougt out a rescue.  It took me a week and
a lot of blowjobs to convince a small squad of champion football players
,also on vacation and staying in my hotel into rescuing Cindy for me. 
Their night panty raiding experience make this raid run flawlessly.  Just
as I planned it.  The boys had Cindy was back in my arms in no time,
speechless about what they'd seen.

   It seems, they had walked into another , face fuck session, and had had,
to do a lot of yelling, screaming and arm waving to get them off her.  Then
they bundled her like a female football and carried her though the large
crowd of security guards that quickly appeared.  Some had been waiting
their turn to fuck Cindy so the lads were not gentle in their blocking . 
Bless em.

   The sweethearts had even got her clothes .  They'd found her naked
though and left her that way.  They'd probably copped a feel here and there
also.  Boys will be boys.  It was no harm to anyone.  Cindy seemed still
really confused.  The guys wanted us to go back to their hotel which I'd
promised we do as a reward.  I told them as soon as I got Cindy washed,
dressed and sobered up, we'd be there , but instead.  As planned.  I hopped
Cindy and I into a taxi and dressed her on the ride to the airport.  The
driver's eyes were glued to his rearview mirror until I offered him thirty
dollar's to get the cab moving quickly.

   I got us on the first departing plane, out of that dammed country.  The
plane was just leaving.  As planned.  I knew the hospital would want her
back and would be telephoning the police to stop us.  We had to get out of
this place fast and leave this nation of not too friendly natives on the
next available plane leaving.  While Cindy was still alive or worse
recaptured her and disappeared forever to some army officer's club.  I took
no chances and had booked us on all available flights for two hours
running. I still owe six airlines past due payment on their bills.

   Outrunning telephones is hell but I still think one can exceeded the
speed of light , Einstein be dammed.  If one has too.  We did that day.



   All the way home, I held Cindy cuddled in my arms.  That's wasn't a
planned pleasure but sure enjoyable.  To smell the hair of a loved one is
precious experience.



   On the flight back , as she came back to life, she was apologetic for
being such trouble.  While I silently cursed myself for my piss poor
planning.  I was mortified at how close I'd came to losing her.  Perhaps I
wasn't capable of protecting her forever and she just had to be safe if she
was to be mine.  Mine to own yes but my charge to protect as well.

   I decided to put all further planning on hold for a while.

   She remembered nothing or so she told me, then.  Her ankle didn't even
hurt.  We shared a cab to my apartment first.  Kissed and off she went to
her place.  I sighed , as she waved goodby.



   For two whole weeks, I mused

   Plan after plan after plan boiled in my brain along with images of her
servicing those nurses.  Finally my loins overwhelmed my brain and in
desperation as I stormed out my door.  Stopping of at a corner super
drugstore for supplies of Graval, I drove to her place.

   She was surprised to see me but greeted me with a long warm hug that
went on , oh so joyfully long.  As I held her slender frame my body heated
up.  I started shaking in lust and I pulled away.  We fell apart in flushed
embarrassment.

   I offered to make us coffee and as I did so, slipped the purchased
Graval into her tea, just a bit more than subscribed.  As planned.  Now I
was a sexual criminal

   {Yes; Your Honor.  It was a preconceived thought out and carefully
executed crime.  The stakes were so high her life my life, forever in front
of us together or a life of misery without her.  I might as well be her in
prison as anywhere, without her.  But please note it was a true 'crime of
passion'.}

   "Nine ways to sorrow, a moments all it takes to say goodbye."* "Wildcat
in a sad dog story"* "For all the love before us, for us.  For all the pain
so sweet."* "The girl I've been dreaming.  To give me that feeling. 
Someone like you."* "Someone to make my world" *







   We sat and slipped our tea and she looked at her's, puzzled for a second
and set down her tea.

   Discovered!!!

   She smiled sweetly at me then stood up.  I watched her, my heart
pounding as she reached behind her and unzipped her jump suit..  It slipped
off her shoulders and slowly flowed down to the floor.  I watched every
inch of it's sliddering travel.  Her golden hair haloed her well tanned,
baked brown bitty of a body.

   Oh what a sight to see.  My lips were watering.

   Still smiling, watching my face, she unbuckled her bra.  Her tits
spilled out in perky glory.  Panties followed.  A trimmed bush "V" pointed
to sweet pouty pussy lips.  Full, luscious and waxed shaved bald.  Her
pussy a vision of feminine dainty perfection.  I could almost taste it.  My
pussy screamed, creamed for her in expectant joy of desire, imagination
finally fulfilled.

   She knelt before me crawled between my shaking legs, which spread before
her in desirous, delicious, delightful expectation.

   Snuggled tight in my thighs.  She looked up at me .

   And said . . .

   "They stopped giving me Gravol after two days, it didn't work anymore,
Besides, I liked it.  I didn't need any drugs, I did what they wanted me
to. I wanted to.  I liked it.  I wanted them to fuck my cunt, fuck my
mouth. As they did.  I imaged they were you all of them were you.  Why
didn't you call me.  You don't need drugs , I'll do what you want , I do
anything you want, anything, Please . . .  make me.  Please.  Pull my hair
Please!

   Ah Hell what could I do?

   I reached for her bridle.

   'Hold on ponygirl, this is gonna be one fast furious wet ride'.  Pulling
hard on hair reins I hauled my little filly's hot mouth into my steaming
wet cunt.  As her head lowered to it's work I ran my naked feet over her
bare back.



   I wondered who I was gonna first recruit to ass-fuck her.  She was gonna
be some popular down at the local les bar.

   Pulling her lips tighter to my cunt , I started to squirm and planned.





   SafeWord copywrite 2006



   Notes: Finished in one night.  A record.  I still love the writing but
the muse is faded and failing.
Notes Two.  All spelling mistakes and unknown words are intentional.  If
it was good enough for The Bard.  to invent new words for the language,

that's enough encouragement for me.  Besides, I can't afford an editor.





   *Zucchero / My Love Il volo - Pavarotti & Friends


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