This is the first time in a long time I’ve actually posted a weekly erotic tale! Let’s hope I can keep it up.
The anticipation of seeing your object of desire stirs up physical feelings that we just can’t control. The butterflies feeling is wonderful, but it’s also painfully crushing. Science tells us it’s part of the natural flight or flight response to something that is a threat. Continue reading “The Butterflies Won’t Go (Haiku)”
The first wave comes,
That sudden thrust,
Of pressure and release.
My back arches,
My body contorts,
And then my breath explodes,
Along with my cock.
I feel the cum flush from me,
Continue reading “Did I Tell you About Miss Multiple?”
I really ought to change the name of this blog from Weekly Erotic Tales to Quarterly Erotic Tales. So sorry for being rubbish at keeping up with this blog. I hope you can all forgive me? Tell you what, leave lots of comments on this post and others. Maybe that will inspire me to write more often…? Worth a shot I suppose 😉 Anyway, this is a short poem that needs no real explanation. Enjoy! Continue reading “Deposited”
Spring is sexy. It’s vibrant and exciting, energetic and relaxing at the same time and makes us feel good to be alive. My libido goes through the roof at this time of the year. I feel hornier and more often than in winter and it will not subside until high summer. Not that I stop feeling it then, I just tend to lose the “always on” feeling of spring. Continue reading “That Spring Libido Surge – Oh My!”
On the Twelfth Day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
12 Flavoured condoms
11 Erotic dances
10 Massage oils
9 Body drizzles Continue reading “12 Days of Sexmas”
Almost a year ago, I published a poem called After Sex about those joyous moments following a passionate love-making session. This here is a sort of short follow up, similar in tone. Enjoy Apotheosis!
noun. the highest point in the development of something; a culmination or climax Continue reading “Our Sexual Apotheosis”
Nobody knows it, but you’ve got a secret smile.
and you use it only for me.
So save me I’m waiting
I’m needing, hear me pleading
So go the words to the song. Continue reading “Your Not So Secret Smile”