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”
We’re now officially into autumn-winter time here in England. That means it’ll be dark from around 5PM and about 4-5 weeks from now, it will be dark until around 7:30AM. It’s getting colder, wetter and darker. An excuse to cuddle up to the one you love to keep warm, right? 😉 Continue reading “When The Clock Goes Back (Erotic Tanka)”
Maybe it’s just me, but the natural, naked curve of a woman’s body has a lot in common with the sea, the soft angles and graceful movements are a powerful simile, especially to somebody who finds the ocean incredibly erotic – perhaps that’s why. Continue reading “You are the Ocean”
Some people feel scared in stormy weather, others feel an adrenaline rush at the excitement. Me? I just feel horny. Very horny and this time of year is ideal for spring/summer storms in the UK. The way the rain pounds, the wind billows, those crashes of thunder, the electricity in the air. Last year, I really couldn’t contain myself and sent lots of naked selfies to my girlfriend. We live apart so I had to let me libido subside or indulge in self-service for those few days. This is a poem about the sexiness of storms.
Continue reading “The Storm”