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Dear World it’s me- Tilly Rivers

I can’t even begin to explain, this love I have for a family that technically isn’t even mine. At least not by blood or DNA-The word ‘step’ I don’t really get- who came up with that anyway? Step-Mom, step child- step,–what-ever—-family is family no matter how you get there.

I mean seriously what the fuck does ‘step’ even mean? I am sure if i wanted to spend some time on Google I could find the origins of the word- but it sucks, no matter how you cut it.

How about- family- blended, mine, yours, ours- what does it matter? Love is what counts. Our’ family didn’t come together young and grow up together, nope- they already were full of  anx and personality, issues and attitudes: pure passion and wonderful opinions, they teach me and keep me young and I love every second of it.

Now- this moment I am a young -sexy as hell- Grandma of four, 2 girls, 2 boys. It doesn’t matter which of the four have my blood, they are ALL my babies, I love them so much , and me posting publicly that I am a Grandma (don’t forget the young- sexy as hell part) is a huge thing for me, after all, the ‘Grandma’ stereotype- not so flattering- but guess what? Like step-it’s a word- what counts is the passion and conviction behind it.

I truly LOVE my family, they are my world- 5 children & their amazing partners, 4 grandchildren- my guy and me- we are creating this wonderful and amazing thing called chaos- otherwise known as family.

To: My warlock and our amazing, wonderful, blended family, thank you for being part of my journey. I love you all so very much.

 

 

 

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Five + 1

Dear World It’s me…Tilly Rivers

LanieTookPicture_Riverskids_Mom_1970Five + 1= Siblings—-Family

Six we are- 3 & 3

Together or apart memories bind us- love guides us

The Rivers Kids_1970

Love you- now- then- forever

 

Beautiful Moments: Critters

Dear World- It’s me: Tilly

Maybe it’s just the winter blues, or maybe it’s something else but I have found my spirits to be a little low lately, so I am reminding myself of the beautiful moments in this crazy world. You know- like the smell of fresh mowed grass- or the taste of that first coffee in the morning.

Today’s beautiful moment reminder is: Critters. I love animals, and we have three critters:

2 dogs and a cat- a triangle of mischief, love and smiles.  Pets are amazing, they comfort you when your down, never judge, are always happy to see you; and think you are the ‘best’- always. Perhaps the relationship between a pet and human is the true meaning of unconditional love. People are more complicated there are always judgments, deal-breakers and conditions.

Critters in general are a source of great love for me, from the sound of birds singing their morning melody outside my window, to my spirit animal(s) guiding and protecting me, they truly provide beautiful moments in a world that can be toxic, negative and grey.

A sexual poltergeist?

Please be advised, that this is an erotica story with explicit sexual content as well as descriptive scenes involving sexual practices and /or language, as part of the story line and plot that may offend some readers. This material is not recommended for anyone under the age of nineteen years old.

Tilly Rivers
By Tilly Rivers

© 2017 Tilly Rivers ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

The first few nights it happened he was not sure if he was caught between a dream or another world, to believe otherwise, that this was in fact happening, that he was visited by some type of sexual organism that fed from his body as he half slept, that this amazing being gave him the most intense ejaculations of his life was insane. His own vivid dark desires coming alive from his mind?

Fuck! What was this thing? A sexual poltergeist?
Even thinking about it both excited him and convinced him he was losing his mind. Fuck it, he knew it was true! This amazing female mischievous spirit or imp or outer body vision had come to him in the middle of the night. Not once but twice. He no longer cared what it was called, spirit or a woman, what did it matter? Like a selfish fuck he only cared that she came back and made his body turn to fire, cradle his hard cock in her moist heat. He only cared that his cum shot so hard it drenched them both with the explosive blast.

He had felt her. Really felt her, not a spirit; a warm body, curves of heat descending under his covers. Saw her shape, knew by the way the sheet moved that she was crawling up his body from toes to groin.

Each night it had been the same pattern. When he was sleeping when she entered waiting until he was in an almost trance like spell. His body however had never felt freer, more alive, more stimulated in his life.

The white cover lifted from his feet. Instantly he felt the tingling heat of her form. A warm wet moisture covered his flesh with the beginnings of acute longing. Flames and tongue as one licking him. His flesh absorbed the heat from the inside out before flashing outwards to burn with sharp, piercing fervor. A stirring of lust so strong it was nearly painful. The sweetest most erotic sense of torture.

Tonight however would be different.
If she came this night he wanted to partake of his own free will. He planned on asking her not to place any type of trance on him, he did not need it, he welcomed her, thought about her in his dreams a million times, and now that she has come to him, he wanted the chance to make her feel the same level of limitless desire.

Tonight, he planned on asking her permission to ride him with her fire not only her mouth. Tonight he was greedy. He wanted to know how far this union could go, discover if indeed his special visitor could cum as well.Tonight he wanted more.

He waited until the air turned into thousands of tiny heat particles; “Please” he said no louder than a whisper on the wings of the wind. “I want you. I want to give us both pleasure, is that possible?”

Her response was voiceless yet clear in his mind. A mystical sound floating in his thoughts “Yes, it is possible. Are you not frightened?”

“I am more frightened of never having a chance like this again in my life than I am of you. May I see you?”

Before him he gazed in wonder as the air gathered and spun forming her shape.

“You are very beautiful” He blushed a little when he thought about how silly it was to be telling this being she was beautiful. Yet she was and he needed to voice the words. “Can you read my thoughts?” he asked her.

“Yes.”

Could she also read his body?

“Yes. Your hunger called me, that is why I have come. I needed to feed.”

He wanted to ask her what realm she was from, wanted to find out what she was talking of, yet he discovered that the answers to these questions were not nearly as important as being with her. Now. For he understood one thing she spoke of, he too needed to feed. To taste again the pure blue flame.

He removed the sheet from his naked form in invitation. “Feed” He had to have her, savor the heat. She came to him; the spark in her eyes was full of impish delight. He felt flesh on flesh. She was so much more. Of this realm: yet not. Woman: yet not. She was real, somewhere in this world she lived and walked as a woman, had the power to project herself into this form and feed in a new realm that he did not understand.

His hands caressed her slowly. He watched in fascination. Everywhere his hand moved, her form changed to a sparkling blue. Flames of transparent stimulation. Lust uninhibited.

Her body bent backwards and his eyes widened as her hair flowed down her spine like a brimstone river, raising himself to his knees he buried his hands in her hair and pulled her into his hungry lips.

Taking her mouth he savagely feed from her, his hunger was uncontrollable and he drank the crackling current of energy. Pulling his mouth from hers he looked into her eyes, penetrating them with his own. He would find her he vowed at that moment, he would find this woman and claim her as his own.

Pressing her body into his he kissed her again. He knew somehow that she craved this, kissing, sharing of essence from one to the other. Linking breath, tongue, lips and drinking from the other. Kissing slowly, passionately, deeply, kissing until your body craved more, until you had to have, needed, craved, devoured the other.

Once more his lips met hers, desperate now that they have tasted the other, desperate to sip the saccharine juice. Passion unmeasured. Desire without control. Placing his hands on her shoulders he slammed her into the mattress, pulled and turned her under him. Without thought he rammed his hard cock uncontrollably into her wet waiting heat.

Hard.

Deep thrusts surging in and out of her pussy. The smell of sex perfumed the air and he breathed it is as a wild animal would the scent of discovering a female bitch in heat.

Mingled moans vibrated in his ears, her pussy clenched and moved in turn with each feral plunge. She was demanding more. Feeding from him, urging him to keep going. He took while giving. She gave while taking.

His cock slide in her clenching pussy walls over and over. Pulling out he grasped her hips and told her to turn over, entering her from behind. Rammed, pushed, pulled until he thought he would go crazy with the estacy. Paradise.

His body shuddered as he shot his load in her. Sprays of heat filling her hot core until it was running down her thighs. Still streams of liquid fire streamed from his cock head, his balls contracted, his shaft grew impossibly harder. The last stream of release shot into her moist heat before he pulled out of her throbbing pussy.

Taking her entire clit in her mouth he savoured the taste, switching between loving bites and quick tongue strokes lapping up the magik of them.

He woke with a start and looked around the empty room…

~~~~ To be continued ~~~~

I Love You Handsome

 

Do you believe in soulmates?
I do.
I just thought that I would never have one.
My soul was too jagged, my heart wasn’t whole.
Along came you and proved me wrong.
You call me your angel, but in truth you are the one that blessed me with your heart and melted mine.
I love you my handsome

I love you handsome

Today we planted flowers at your grave

July 29, 2017

Dear Mom & Dad,

Today we planted flowers at your grave. My sisters and I, your daughters times three.

No special occasion, just a sunny day in July.

Today I cried as the shovel scraped the headstone, I wanted to remember the sound of your voices, not the eerie echo of a silent stone.

Today I swallowed the sobs deep inside, trying hard to be strong, but the pain was heavy and the tears sprang free.

My sister asked if I was okay…I nodded and whispered I was fine.

Deep inside my heart I know the truth, part of me will never be alright again.

I carry on each day, honouring you by being the best person I can, a woman you can be proud of.

I miss you both so very much, love you beyond measure.

Today we planted flowers on your grave, my sisters and I, your daughters times three. A little crooked and off center, a symbol of our love, forever.

 

Vision or dream?

Dear world…It’s me…Tilly

I was lying in the state of timelessness absorbing the sun from the window and clearing my mind when I  saw myself leave my body and look back at me lying on the floor and we smiled at each other. In my vision  I was completely naked.

I ran and jumped into the air and felt the slice through the clouds, the wisps of air tickling my naked flesh, the tingling of the clouds welcoming me, playing with me and I laughed.

The clouds carried me. A journey. Time blended into nothingness, clouds, lifted me up until I was standing on a rainbow.

The colors were brilliant yet transparent. Like a stain glass window. I was amazed that the rainbow was not slippery, for in my imagination I have always thought it would be, like a giant slide.  I can’t explain the texture, it was…magical.

I walked along the highest curve;  I knew I was going up yet I did not feel as if I was climbing, like you would a hill, I felt upward motion but there was no physical sensation of doing so.

As I stood at the top of the arch I looked down. Not over the rainbow but through it and saw my body alight from the sun, still lying on the floor, the earthly me and the other me and we smiled at each other; connected yet apart.

The rainbow moved, guiding me now instead of me walking, and I sat on the downward slope. My naked bottom touching the rainbow and I marveled at the feel. It was warm not a misty dampness as I had always thought, a warm heat. As if the rainbow read my thoughts, I felt it smile and  it carried me down the other side. The wind caressed my flesh, and I never felt more alive more excited in my life.

I landed on the other end of the rainbow into a magic treasure that so many seek but never find. I looked up at the rainbow and it smiled.

“Building dreams Tilly is what you are meant to do.”

I laughed and took a hand full of the bounty and threw  up the golden discs and they came down like a shower over me. Not hard, and clanking as coins do. Not solid gold pieces that would hurt your tender flesh if they were thrown on you, but a fluid gold ocean that absorbed me, like the ocean on your flesh joined with you. The laughter rang out from the world below and I laughed with the world.

I looked down, through the gold ocean and  you were standing there. Solid.  You looked up and saw me and a small smile edged the corner of your mouth.

Tilly Rivers_Rainbow

That look. The look you have when you think I am going to/ or have done something totally outrageous that only I would do.

The look that said while you admire my spirit, you had mixed feelings about it. The look of envy that you wish you too could unchain yourself to be free as you craved.

The look of fear. Fear of falling, of failing.

The look of protection. The combined measures of “go Tilly go”, and the “will you please get down before you get hurt”.

I beckoned you to come with me. You shook your head.

I knew you were scared. Scared to leave the solid physical plane of earth, scared to leave the familiar. Scared to let go, for you were thinking that you would spin out of control.

I reached out my hand. I would be your anchor for as long as you let me. For as long as you needed me.

I whispered  “Don’t be scared, I will not let you fall.”

That was when I returned to my earthly self.

It’s okay my love; I won’t let you spin out of control.

Leap. You’re going to be fine.

Be free to be you.

I am reaching out my hand… I won’t let you fall.

Love, T