The girl on the bed smiled at me knowingly and bunched the sheet tightly to her chest. Waves of cotton cascaded along the length of her body, covering and concealing her nakedness. Strategically positioned or sheer accident, the pure whiteness merely hinted at the bare flesh beneath.
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”
There is something that feels inherently naughty about sexting, but it’s great for couples who live apart. It promises what’s to come the next time you see each other. Continue reading “A Sext Exchange”
I am a bum man (butt to you Americans) but I also have a good appreciation for a nice pair of legs on a woman. Particularly, I like thighs. This is a vignette dedicated to their worship. Enjoy! Continue reading “Why I Love Your Thighs”