Lazy leopard, lounging about and feeling wonderfully free. Lethal and looselimbed, he lay hidden, high up in his tree. Time would present him with what he needed. But for now he waited, he really couldn't be bothered to do anything else. Why disturb his rest! all that he needed was food, sex, sport and lovely thick bark to cling to.

Lazily he stretched a huge paw, and flexed his vicious claws. Retracted they appeared cute- yet let opportunity present itself and nothing would escape them. His fur was prized, but no one could catch him. Many a hunter had tried and many lay in eternal slumber. He kept ownership of his coat, sleek and spectacular it was awesome. The ladies couldn't resist. But ladies took a lot of effort and for now he wasn't moving anywhere.

He watched, his amber eyes missing nothing. His sense of smell powerful. He was magnificent. Below him two humans came and spread a blanket beneath his tree. Their voices grated, they disturbed his peace. He listened. Unseen he remained silent as they unpacked a picnic. He lay close to the branch, flexed that killing machine again and slowly scratched viscious, grooves into the tree's surface.

They went quiet, did he at last have their attention? Spiders remained away, birds knew better, small animals lived by using inborn survival skills-yet these stupid humans dared to invade his space. He stayed where he was, listening he tried not to become annoyed, his hunger sated they were lucky for that. Yet they were ignorant to his presence. He decided today he would be kind, before he went courting, or food seeking he wanted to rest.

Did they thank the heavens with gratitude, did they show respect... no they ate greedily, they squashed insects for the hell of it. They woke him from his slumber with insane chatter. And dared to consummate their lust. But the final insult was the music box they switched on. He hated that tune with a vengeance, sorely tested now. With a graceful arch he stretched his back, limbered himself up nicely. And leapt down on them both and swiped her jugular with a vicious claw, while he bit his throat out. Then he calmly raised a paw and switched the offending tune off. He then slunk back up his tree and fell back into a deep,deep slumber...

My daughter and her partner just got back from a holiday to America. And I got pressies, how excited was I ? off the scale kind of sums it up. Small packages usually equals jewelry and being a leo I love the stuff.

So with eager fingers I opened the bag from macy's. My daughter knew it would tickle me, Macy's-well its like getting a harrods bag from england.

  Boxes too.

The presents.I know the thought is the most important thing about getting presents. But the contents equalled the thought. Gorgeous ear-rings, glam ear-rings. They picked well for me. A huge 'Thankyou' to you both xxx.

 Its hard to see how lovely they are from webcam pictures. But they are gorgeous. Now all I need is the occasion to wear them...

Here is the practice run.

The handle turned and the door opened, we couldn’t believe our luck. The corridor beyond was dark and empty, it would do. The music was still deafening here, but we didn’t care about that. I had no fear of being caught, it wouldn’t take long. He was faceless and nameless, I didn’t need familiarity. The sex was hot and raw, even faster than usual. One last kiss and I was gone, checking out new men, before he had even finished zipping his fly.

There was no need for pretence here. We’d both got what we wanted-it scratched an itch but satisfaction it wasn’t. I went into the toilets, tidied my smudged makeup and combed my hair. If he had been outside waiting I wouldn’t have recognised him.

It was difficult to remember my slip into promiscuity, but I had to admit I was letting my standards slip. Although women thought themselves to be equal in everything- sexual equality was still a long way off. Women had burned their bras to get us here, but men still held onto old fashioned beliefs, they still had double standards. We had begun to wear male characteristics, but the fit was all wrong. My choice of sexual freedom had blurred any boundaries that I had once known. The only rule I kept to, was condoms.

Downing a glass of vodka and tonic to get the taste of his mouth from mine, I rejoined my group. Knowing eyes watched me, sniggers and whispers purposely loud enough to hear, though I chose to ignore them. I just didn’t care. Tomorrow I would be in a different room, amidst a new group of people. Making small-talk, having a good time, but never knowing love or wanting it. 

Just a need for uncomplicated sex; who cared about a reputation, I could always build a new one when I needed it.

The rest of the evening passed in its usual way, we got drunker, getting louder and laughing at everything and nothing. Until we were finally kicked out of the club and then home…

Home at last and the only thing I wanted was sleep. I kicked off my shoes, dropped my coat onto the chair, didn’t notice as it slid to the floor and made my way upstairs. Brushed my teeth, pondered over whether I could be bothered to take my make-up off. Decided I didn’t care. The rest of my clothes made a path-way to my bed.

The bed seemed so inviting; my bed-it soothed and called me. Flopping down onto it, naked I crawled beneath the duvet, pulling it tightly around me. In spite of feeling rough and with the walls spinning madly around me, I was soon asleep.

The sound of the phone ringing woke me. I had slept through the alarm and was late for work. 1471 soon confirmed it was them. My head pounded, I thought briefly on a promise of sobriety but knew I wouldn’t keep to it. Thought briefly too on a vow of celibacy, my body ached and alarmingly I couldn’t remember if, or who I’d had sex with. But now wasn’t the time to worry about that, if I didn’t get moving I would not only be hung over but unemployed too. to be continued

more of the story. Not sure if it was too rude, but i couldn't get into my space. So i'm censoring it, erotic stories are far too hot for spaces :)