Maybe It's Time This ship is sailing to a new destination, where happiness reigns across the sea plane. It's hull slightly damaged and it's sails are in tatters, but new surroundings are the only thing that matters. For its weathered many a storm and proven its worth, it might even end up anchoring in Perth. Across the open sea and off into the unknown, if not it fears for what it will become. The negativity at port is killing its fight, with the crew on board it will be alright. Sail off into the night with the#moonon our backs, Enough fools gold gathered in sacks, To last us a while, while we find our feet, imagine the experiences and people we'll meet. It's long been a dream to escape this city, To find another place to the eye that is pretty. They say #life is so short so let's fill it with fun, if the voyage fails.......we'll still have the rum!

Happiness Happiness is a way of travel, not a destination.

The Day After The Night Before Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, I'm beginning to think I'm glad I reformed. I cannot bear the cold shoulder you give, especially when my mind feels like a sieve. I'll never drink again is the famous line, can't believe I polished off four bottles of wine. See the hours flew by without a trace, now I'm staring up at your 'not impressed' face. You should of came, then you'd feel like me, we could have lay here wounded, gracefully. I'm not able to argue, nor able to fight, I'm beginning to feel like I'll never be right. It's not too often that I stay out until sunrise and i'm not accustomed to telling you lies. You know you have nothing to worry about, but past relationships sometimes leave you in doubt. Put your mind at rest for I'm not like the rest, I knew it was a bad idea to head 'up west'. So tonight we shall dine at your favourite spot, my way of saying that I love you a lot. You can have what you want whatever the cost, it's not about money I just love you a lot. As the 'The Killers' song goes... ''I have a tendency to slip when the nights get wild'', now I want looking after as if I were a child. But I'll get nothing from you but that freezing cold shoulder, which is why I love you because your not a pushover.

Sit With Me Come sit with me and let's talk for a while, Emotions flow free I'll make you smile. Just be yourself and let down your guard, See I told you, it isn't that hard. Let me into your mind and allow me to find, That little spark that sets you apart. There's no worries here everything's fine, Just honest thoughts no sense of time. No need for barriers as we laugh and joke, If your looking for a confident ill be that bloke. #life can be hard at the best of times, But sharing these hardships feels quite divine. Release all your tension as I massage your shoulders, We can laugh at the photos as we flick through the folders. Or on a serious note I'll hold you close, squeezing you tight I'll make it alright. We only live once, once is enough, without a friend like me, times would stay tough. I can tell you how it is, or butter it up, it depends on your mood as I fill up your cup. I'll always be here and you know how to find me, no matter your problems I'll be right beside you. I'll soothe all your pain and take all your stress, I want nothing in return just you at your best. Just make sure you never forget, your not on your own, there's no need to fret.

Friday Night Part 3 As he continued to stroke her, she wriggled in an attempt to get away. His touch could be so light and gentle sometimes, which tickled her sensitive skin. Normally she could pull away or push his hand off, but this time she couldn't. "Stop it" she pleaded. "Make me" he teased back with a huge grin on his face. He loved the feeling of power these situations gave him. He continued with a firmer touch so that it was more bearable for her. He was kneeling beside her now softly kissing and sucking her neck and around her earlobe. She could see in the mirror his hand move slowly from her back down to her arse where he squeezed her cheeks in turn, giving them a playful hard spank in between. He proceeded to her clit rubbing in a circular motion, sending a shiver through her body. Meanwhile his other had was gently pinching her nipples, heightening the pleasure she was feeling. They were not always overly vocal during these types of evenings, but sometimes words were not needed. Actions spoke a thousand words. She took a sharp intake of breath as she felt his warm finger slide easily inside her, pushing upwards and inwards until it would go no more. As he gently moved it around she could feel herself getting hotter and hotter, and she just wanted him to fuck her there and then. "Just fuck me Now!" she shouted. "I don't think so" he replied, "I haven't even started with you yet." With that he reached for the ball gag and secured it in place, leaving her mouth full and useless for the time being. She looked in the mirror to see him place the blindfold over her head, again being careful not to pull her hair as he slipped it over her eyes. Before she could settle or get comfortable with her newly deprived senses, she heard the sound of the lubricant bottle being squeezed and felt the cold sensation of him massaging it into her. With a dildo in hand he began to slide it up and down her dripping wet crotch. She could feel the length of it sliding along her, teasing her lips. She tried to push her arse back in an attempt to encourage him to insert it, but her neck restraint didn't allow it. This was really frustrating, she had no way of communicating what she wanted, she was at his mercy. She knew she would have an explosive orgasm, but it would be on his terms. He inserted the tip of the dildo sending a shudder of pleasure right through her, forcing her body upright. With that she heard the doorbell begin to ring, the sound intensified by her deprivation of sight, the thought of a disturbance causing her to panic. He pushed the dildo in fully causing her to clamp her lips tightly around it, really noticing its girth. As he stood up he turned to her. "You better not let that slide out, or your in trouble." After throwing his dressing gown around his naked body, she heard him disappear down the stairs towards the front door. She felt the dildo sliding out and for a split second contemplated letting it fall to the floor,intrigued by what punishment it would bestow, but gripped it just in time, keeping it in place. But she began to panic even more. All sorts of questions were running through her mind. Who is it? He wouldn't bring someone else around without telling me. Or would he? How many? Oh no. Her wayward thoughts were broken by the sound of the voices at the bottom of the staircase. She couldn't make out what they were saying. She heard the door close and footsteps continue up the steps. She felt a bead of sweat form at the top of her head as the footsteps approached. It only sounded like one pair but she couldn't be sure. As the floorboards creaked towards her, her blindfold was removed. She was relieved to see him standing there alone as her eyes shot around the mirror looking for a sign of anyone else. "It was just John from next door looking for jump leads." He paused. "I was going to invite him in for a coffee but I didn't think you could hold that in for much longer", he joked, referring to the dildo. She felt the wave of heat disappear and her body relaxed, after all, she knew she was safe. "Right, where were we?"