For the Ladies

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Hello zeppelin fans

I just subscribed today. And I am a huge Zeppelin Fan. I started
listening to them when...well...If I tell you that then I will divulge
my age... and I don't believe in age.  But, the simple fact is that I
love everything about Zep. I am in love with Jimmy and Robert. In fact,
a good friend of mine sent me a great story about Robert because she
knows that I like him so much... I enclosed it at the end of this mail.
I hope you won't find it too rude, but people that can handle the
explosive lyrics of dear Rob certainly can handle this :)

So, I look forward to talking with you all, and here is my gift for the
Ladies of FBO :::::

Scarlett
"Pay no attention the man behind the curtain"
Visit my webpages::: 
http://www.erisx.com/jd/disco

Robert Story :::::::
He was all yours. Every delicious, masculine inch. You gazed down at
him inawe from your seat astride his waist, the buckle of his belt
chilling against your hot skin. His buttery locks of hair lay fanned
out about his 
head like a wild sun-burst, his breathing heavy, expectant and sodden
with desire. A pale flush had crept across his milky face, his eyes
locked on 
yours, deep seas of stormy blue, swimming with lust. His mouth was
slightly open, sensuous lips seemingly begging for a kiss. So
beautiful, you breathed. You managed to tear your eyes from his
luxurious face long enough to follow his strong, corded arms up above
his head to where you'd moments earlier bound them tightly to one of
the bed rungs. You had delighted in 
the sharp gasp he'd drawn in as you'd wrenched the knots tightly,
securing his wrists and awarding yourself free reign over his body.
Your hand dropped to brush a fingertip gently over his lower lip, then
down over the 
curve of his jawline and his swan-like neck. He quivered as you lowered
your lips to the hollow of his neck just above the collarbone and
kissed softly the smooth, creamy skin. His eyes flickered closed as you
continued down his chest; smooth, toned, and scattered with dark blonde
hair. Your tongue darted out to encircle his nipple and he cried out as
your teeth scratched against the sensitive skin, a yelp not unlike one
he would have given had he been onstage. Your tongue trailed slowly
down the scant line of hair of his stomach to the sweet circle of his
belly button. You kissed it gently as your body willowed down to
straddle his knees. Your fingers 
deftly unfastened the black leather belt, and with one swift tug,
hauled it free of his pants. You glanced up briefly to see his
beautiful oval eyes watching you over his heaving chest. You smiled
seductively and bent your head to rip the button of his jeans open with
your teeth. He groaned loudly, sending a lush shiver through your body.
Gingerly, and with slightly trembling hands, you worked the zipper
down, careful not to harm the delicious flesh held prisoner inside. His
enormous cock burst free from the tight fabric almost immediately,
throbbing, tall and rock-hard. He 
exhaled luxuriously at the final release but quickly drew his breath in
again as your hands grabbed the waistband of his open jeans. You peeled
them slowly from his legs like they were a second skin, revealing
thighs and calves of pure muscle, shaped and curved as though they had
been sculpted by hands that knew nothing but perfection. You tossed the
pants to 
the side where his boots, socks and ruffled blouse already lay and ran
your hands up over the ropey muscle and wirey hair of his legs. Without
warning, 
you were straddling his knees again. One hand came down to grasp firmly
and squeeze the base of his towering erection. A gasp, followed by a
low moan 
swam from his lips like a delicious verse of song. You squeezed again
and his back arched, lithe hips rising upward, his entire body tensed
with anticipation. You gazed up into his eyes as you lowered your head
to take him into your mouth. Your lips closed lightly about the top and
he cried out, his head pressing back into the pillow, ivory neck tilted
towards you, framed by a golden expanse of honey-colored curls in a
sight that was so beautiful that it stole all breath from you. You were
suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to fill this man with pleasure
he'd never thought possible. 
Your hands darted up to cup his balls, your thumbs massaging in slow,
soft, tantalizing circles as your palms squeezed gently. Your tongue
ran along 
the smooth head of his cock, stroking the sensitive skin right beneath
the head, before you took him completely into your mouth. He let out a 
strangled groan, almost a scream, and continued to writhe and moan as
you dipped your head repeatedly to envelope him. You licked off the
deliciously 
salty precum as you raised your head again, before immersing him once
more within your mouth. Gradually you increased your speed, taking down
nearly 
all of what had to be over ten inches. His arms were braced above his
head, the sinewy muscles straining against the ropes and he thrusted
his hips up 
to meet your warm, waiting mouth. "God," his honeyed voice was barely
audible. Involuntarily, his hips began to move faster, becoming
increasingly erratic until you realized he was about to explode. You
wrapped both hands around his throbbing cock and wove snug rings up and
down his length as you sucked mindlessly at the head. Suddenly, his
entire body went rigid, and knowing that he was about to fall over the
edge, you 
stopped abruptly. Your hands and lips disappeared instantly, causing
his rosy face to lift up from the pillow and stare at you with
delirious confusion. "God," he gasped. "Why did you stop, sugar?"
Wordlessly, you 
began to snake back up his trembling body until your hands were on
either side of his head, gazing down at his flawless face, plagued with
nearly uncontrollable lust. Your hand reached over and plucked an ice
cube from an empty glass of vodka on the nighttable. You touched the
cold object to his bottom lip for a moment, leaving it plump and shiny
when the cube was removed. You dipped your head to kiss him then, the
tang of vodka mixed with the taste and smell that was Robert Plant
suddenly assaulted your 
senses. Your kiss deepened, his soft lips pressing eagerly to yours,
infinitely tender and luscious. You pulled away dizzily, your head
spinning as you slowly ran the ice cube down over and under his chin,
across his collarbone, and along his chest as he shivered beneath you.
His entire body jerked as you pressed the icy square against his right
nipple, then drew it slowly over to circle his left. Luxuriously
tortured moans spilled from his mouth as you discarded the ice cube and
ran your cool, wet hands down over his hips and massaged his inner
thighs. Your hair brushed against his enflamed cock and he cried out
with a sound that was almost a sob. You looked up at his face, his lips
parted and his eyes squeezed shut, almost as if in pain, and decided to
give in finally to the screaming nerve-endings in your body. You clawed
your way back up his body where his eyes opened to meet yours like
pleading sapphires. You reached above him to struggle with the ropes,
and when at last he was free, he sprang up with a dazzling smile,
pulling you into his lap. You draped your arms around his neck, your
hands lost in boundless waves of golden hair and wrapped your legs
about his waist in a protective embrace. His lipid blue eyes took on a 
look of unabated intensity as you felt his arms under yours, gently
lifting you up. The next moment was a blinding explosion of color as he
pressed you down against his cock, your delicate insides stretching to
accomodate his massive proportions, bright stars exploding in front of
your eyes at the sudden hockwave of pain. His eyelids fluttered shut
and he let out a deep, gutteral moan, a sound so sensual that the pain
dissolved almost instantaneously into awe and adoration. You squeezed
your inner muscles 
around him, holding him tightly within the heated depths of your body.
For only a moment you simply sat there, gazing into the limitless
valleys of his eyes, wanting to cherish the moment that was to come --
and then you were flat on your back on the canvas mattress. He was
instantly propped up astride you on strong arms like a proud lion, back
arched in a sweeping downward arch, blonde tresses encompassing his
face like a heavenly portrait of an angel. With agonizingly slow
movements, he pulled out of you almost completely. He held his position
for a fleeting moment, and then thrusted back into you again, filling
you so completely you were sure you 
would split in two. His lower lip was pulled into his mouth, his
beautiful brow slightly furrowed as he searched for a shred of control
before continuing. Your body throbbed with the searing, aching need to
just have him pound into you endlessly. Your hands raked down the
smooth, strong skin of his back, finding his amazing ass, and grabbing
it to you, pulling him in to the hilt. He threw his head back and
moaned, his hair flying with him like a golden cloak. With a grunt, he
hastened his thrusts, abandoning 
merit for speed. You brought your legs up and slipped them over to rest
on his shoulders, letting him drill more deeply than you thought
possible. He tucked his head down, suddenly driving into you with the
manic force of a crazed boar. Your hands gripped his ass, plunging him
deeper, harder as he ravaged your body. Sweat shone across his
beautiful face, his jaw muscles 
set and clenching from his efforts as he continued his reckless
thrusting, nearly knocking the breath from you. He pounded harder;
violence that would 
have almost frightened you had he not looked so much like an angel.
Then his body fell against yours, heavy and warm, his arms encircling
your waist 
as he crushed you against him and drove up into you, your knees still
about his neck, now pressing against your shoulders. His head buried in
the crook of your neck and the sweet smell of sweat and oranges
overwhelmed you as a sheet of soft curls fell over your cheek. Your
juices soaked his balls and they slapped viciously, almost punishingly
against you, a loud sound that mingled with the groans and gasps
already filling the quiet room. Your mind began to spin as you felt him
begin to pulse and throb inside you and his 
sensuous gasps grew increasingly louder. You knew he was right on the
edge. You squeezed your eyes shut and clamped your inner muscles
tightly over 
him, clutching him in a death-grip inside your body. It was all he
needed.. With one final thrust, he filled you so deeply that you could
have sworn he hit your heart. His entire body shuddered fiercely as he
erupted inside you, causing you to fall spiralling into a heavenly
abyss with him, convulsing violently as you went. His hot cum burned
deeply into your body, filling you completely, and then overflowing and
spilling out of you till the juice ran down your legs ... 


He lay atop you for another few moments, his head still nestled in your
shoulder, still deep inside you, his slick body trembling slightly. You
brought your legs down to twine them in his and inhaled a great breath
of air, trying desparately to stop the hammering of your heart in your
chest.. He finally lifted his head and braced himself on his elbows,
staring down at you with sparkling blue eyes. His face was flushed and
shiny, a few damp curls were matted against his cheek from sweat. You
brushed them away gently as he lowered his head to kiss you for only
the second time that 
night. His hands came up to run over your hair as he deepened the kiss
and slipped his tongue slowly into your mouth. Your eyes closed
involuntarily as you lost all sense of everything else but his soft
lips and sensual mouth. Your tongue massaged his gently and he sighed
softly into your mouth. Your arms came up under his own and ran along
the strong muscles of 
his back. You lingered in the sweet kiss for what seemed like eternity,
luxuriating simply in the fact that you were in his arms in such a
perfect moment. Then he pulled away silently and gently slid out of
you. You 
whimpered at the sudden loss, wanting nothing more than to have him
buried safely inside you forever. He put a finger to your lips and
smiled as he rose from the bed, extending his hand out to you. With
effortless strength, he pulled you to your feet, wrapped a musculed arm
around your waist and led you into the bathroom. As he closed to the
door behind you, your eyes swept briefly over the room. You noticed the
oblong hot-tub off to the side of the room: citrus shampoos, scented
oils and bars of pastel-coloured 
soaps lined the wide porcelain rim. The keen combination of fragrances
filled your nose, dizzying you, as you watched him turn on the water
and the basin slowly filled with steamy water. He came up behind you
then, his arms wrapping around your body. His hands ran gently down
over your breasts, splayed across your stomach and kneaded your hips
and thighs as he lowered his head to nuzzle your neck. He nipped your
shoulder gently, exhaling a thrillingly hot breath of air against your
bare skin. You brought your arm up to tangle in his gold ringlets and
tipped your head back as he ran his tongue up the outer curve of your
neck and kissed your jaw. Your body was suddenly on fire again,
screaming for more of his touch. He didn't comply immediately. He took
your hand again and led you over to the tub, allowing you to lean on
him as you climbed in. He followed, slowly 
lowering his taut, naked body into the hot water. He sat facing you,
his long legs stretched out on either side of your body, and scanned
the bath accessories surrounding you. He smiled as he found a large
bottle of bubble bath and snapped the top up. He turned the bottle
upside down, allowing nearly the entire contents to spill down into the
water. Within moments you were both engulfed in a huge undulation of
fluffy, potent bubbles. They sloshed over the sides of the tub and
spilled across the floor as he threw his head back and howled with
laughter. He scooped up a huge handful and mussed them into your hair
and over your face, eyes dancing with mischief and delight, eyebrows
quirked upward playfully. You sputtered and splashed 
water and bubbles blindly in his direction, laughing when you heard him
gasp and sputter just the same. The next few minutes were a
bubble-frolick that ended in the entire bathroom being completely
flooded with a half-inch of water. You stared at him, eyes wide,
smoothing your hair back from your face and laughing. He grinned back,
oval eyes watching you beneath strands of soaked hair and bubbles. Your
smile faded gradually as awe numbed your senses once again. The entire
moment seemed unreal as for an instant you wondered if you really were
sitting there, so close to this incredible, beautiful being, or if you
were going to wake up to find out it was simply wishful thinking. Your
eyes met his again and he looked at you thoughtfully, as if trying to
read your face. You reached forward and pushed his hair from his
cheeks. The smooth, slippery feel of his skin reminded you that it was
no dream. You leaned toward him and gathered his curls together gently,
piling them on top of his head in a messy bun of spiralling blonde
ringlets and secured them with the bobbi-pins scattered on the shelf
next to the tub. One of the shorter strands sprang loose and spilled
down the side of his smooth, pale face, framing his forehead to his
chin with soft yellow illuminesence. Your eyes suddenly burned with hot

tears as you gazed at the stunning creature and searched desparately
for a distraction. Your sight fell on a bronze bottle of warm body oil.
You picked it up gingerly, popped the top and inhaled the musky,
sensual scent so much like Robert's own. You snaked toward him through
the water and bubbles, unfolding your legs to rest on top of his own on
either side of 
his body. You squeezed a generous amount of oil into your hand and set
the bottle aside, rubbing your hands together before bringing them
slowly to his chest. He closed his eyes and sighed with lush
contentment as you massaged with gentle fingertips and palms over his
soft skin. You ran your hands over his shoulders and down his powerful
arms, then back up to his 
nearly hairless chest. The scent of the oils grew increasingly stronger
and he began to moan softly as you continued to rub him down. A shudder
ran 
through your body when you suddenly saw him reach for the oil himself.
He lathered his hands with it and brought them up to rest on your
breasts as he whispered to you in his luxurious English brogue. "Time
to return the favor, sugar." His large hands cupped your breasts gently
as he worked the oil slowly into your skin, your body jerking every
time his thumbs brushed over your nipples. One hand trailed warmly down
your chest and across your stomach, and under the water to pry between
your legs. You cried out as he lowered his head to your chest and
pulled your nipple into his mouth while simultaneously slipping two
fingers up inside you. Your body screamed with 
fiery desire and you bit down hard on your bottom lip as he slipped
another finger inside you and suckled deeply on your right breast.
Through blurred, 
lust-clouded vision you saw a blonde bun beneath your chin move from
one breast to the other, but the sensations were too strong to keep
your eyes open. You squeezed them shut and tilted your head back as he
gently bit the nipple of your other breast and swirled his tongue
around the nub to lick the oil off. His free hand yanked the plug from
the bottom of the tub, and 
as the water drained out, he layed you back against the warmed ceramic
bottom. His fingers slid out from inside you and he knelt between your
legs, looking down at you. He gently took ahold of your knees and
spread your legs out to hang over the sides of the tub before getting
down on his hands and knees. He kissed with feather-lightness the
insides of your 
thighs, then licked with long tongue strokes up and down the sensitive
skin. His hands moved to pry open the swollen lips of your pussy, and
without hesitation, he buried his head between your legs. Your body
jerked spastically at the sudden intimacy and you felt your face
burning with a heated flush. His tongue swam deeply into your body as
his top teeth rubbed 
intoxicatingly against your clit, causing colors to fly before your
eyes. The feeling was a high no amount of drugs could ever have given.
He dug his tongue into you greedily, hands holding your lips open like
a vice while he devoured you roughly for minutes on end. He stopped
only long enough to give more attention to your clit. He sucked the
sensitive bunch of nerves 
into his mouth, pulling it gently between his teeth and working it with
his skillful tongue. The world grew even more indiscernable as you felt
yourself approaching the edge for the second time and tried desperately
not 
to close your legs around him and crush his head. He seemed to sense
you approaching and stuffed four fingers up inside you, rubbing your
inner walls with fingers as equally skilled as his tongue. Just as you
reached the edge, he nibbled hard on your clit, causing you to scream
as your body seemed to shatter with an earth-shaking orgasm. His head
disappeared 
between your legs again and you felt his tongue lapping up your juices
like a starved cat. You pressed your hands down against the smooth
porcelain 
bottom of the tub and closed your eyes, attempting to catch your breath
through gasps and wheezes. You felt him lick you once more before
rising from between your legs to kneel and pull you to him. You opened
your eyes weakly as you sat up, tears spilling from them immediately
when you saw him licking his lips. Overwhelmed, you grabbed him by the
back of the neck and pulled his face to yours, covering his mouth with
a deep, loving kiss. His arms wrapped around you, pressing you against
him in a safe embrace as he 
returned the kiss, letting you taste yourself on his lips. It was then,
in that tender moment, that you felt something rising against your
stomache. You knew, with exhausted glee, that this night was far from
over... 
_________________________________ 
He stood so close to you, it was intoxicating. You slowly rubbed his
body with the fluffy white bathroom towel, gingerly drying off each
arm, leg and hand with special care. When you playfully towelled down
his renewed erection, he drew his breath in with a low whistle. "For
someone so beautiful, you are very, very naughty," he commented softly,
an amused grin 
pulling at the corner of his delicate mouth. You smiled and dropped the
towel and pulled him to you. You gently kissed each of his nipples,
then rose to your toes to kiss his soft, wet lips. "I can be very nice,
if you like," you whispered into his ear as you reached up to pull the
bobbi-pins from his hair. Damp blonde ringlets seemed to tumble down
from everywhere 
at once, swinging gently about his face before they settled flawlessly
in wavy sheets about his cheekbones and along his shoulders. His blue
eyes 
flashed, the fire you'd seen in them earlier that night returning.
"Actually," he breathed, moving towards you until he'd backed you up
against the smooth tile of the bathroom wall, "I prefer naughty." In
one 
incredibly quick movement, his hands were grasping your armpits and
hauling your body up against the wall. "Like this," he growled, his
voice stern, 
commanding and numbingly erotic. His strong arms pinned you to the
wall, and as he positioned himself below you, braced like a panther
ready to pounce, you had a split second to wrap your arms and legs
tightly around his sinewy body and hold on for dear life. The next
instant, he was springing forward on powerful legs with a scream-like
moan as he embedded his rock-hard length deep into your body. You
pressed the back of your head against the cold tile of the wall and
cried out as pain threatened to 
overtake the pleasure of having his monstrous cock inside you. You
gritted your teeth and clung tightly to him as he crouched ever so
slightly and thrusted back up into you again, knocking you back hard
against the wall. You could feel every muscle in his body straining
from the effort as he gradually found a rhythm. He pressed both of his
hands against the tile 
wall on either side of your head and drove up into you, his own head
dropping down against your shoulder as he bore all his strength into
his thrusts, letting you cling to him like a tiny leaf getting raped by
the wind. Again and again he drove upwards with unbelievable stamina,
each thrust bringing another delicious grunt, gasp or laborous intake
of breath from the depths of his body and each bringing you closer to
an edge you 
thought you couldn't possibly reach again. You ground your hips down
into his each time he heaved himself up into you, flexing your inner
muscles to increase the friction and pleasure for the both of you. As
one minute segued gradually into five, his body grew coated with a
slippery sheen of sweat, his breathing loud and raspy as he continued
the rusting and pounding your body with the strength of a man posessed.
Each time he drove his hips upward, you felt his muscles quivering with
effort until at last each thrust brought a loud, strangled cry from his
lips. Only 
ten minutes since your last orgasm, you were ready to fall screaming
into oblivion again. You dug your hands into his back like claws as you
were knocked roughly against the wall and his cries grew more and more
desperate until at last he was nearly choking on his own breaths. He
refused to break his speed, continuing unabated for another thirty
seconds, driving into you on spirit alone until his entire slender body
went taut. His hands grabbed your hair blindly and yanked your head
back roughly as he pressed his head against the wall beside yours and
let out a long, sobbing groan. Your hand dropped down to dig into your
clit, sending you crashing after him, screaming out into the air as his
hands held your head back firmly. He shot his burning juices up deeply
inside your body a second time, his slick body trembling and jerking
and his mouth emitting the most beautiful moans you'd ever heard. At
last, he sunk to his knees weakly, completely spent, and disentangled
his hands from your hair. You stayed there in his lap as he 
rested his head against your shoulder, his breaths burning your skin as
he panted like an exhausted horse. You stroked his sweat-streaked hair
and 
whispered tender nothings soothingly into his ear. Long moments passed,
and as his breathing grew steadier, you realized he'd fallen asleep.
You closed 
your eyes against hot tears and placed a hand gently on the back of his
head, kissing his curls and learning, as his hardness finally wilted
inside you, that no abandoned, mind-blowing orgasm could rival the
feeling of tenderness and trust of your lover forsaking his pride to
sleep like an infant on your bare shoulder ...