Hi, did you get back ok? xxx
Yes! not that long ago 🙂
How was your drive? xx
Good, thanks. I’m now
enjoying a curry I got from
the takeaway. Thought I
would treat myself Continue reading “A First Date Idealised Part 2”
‘I would like to see you again,’ I stated firmly, taking a sip of my coffee. There, I did it. My cards are firmly on the table as we waited in the bustling cafe of the railway station. We’d ordered two coffees and snatched the only table available. It was near the counter and on the major footway from the entrance to the toilet, so it wasn’t ideal. It was less than cosy but the Christmas Tree with its flashing lights – surprisingly ungaudy – added to the atmosphere. Continue reading “A First Date Idealised Part 1”
It may surprise some, but when I write erotica, I only ever imagine my partner in the scenes with me. She’d kill me if I didn’t… kidding! Honestly, there is nobody else I would rather imagine in these scenarios, even though we have sex for real. This is also about wishing women could see themselves through the eyes of the men who love them. Continue reading “Tell Me Who She Is…”
The window glows with a portentous blue-purple haze as I stir from a restless sleep. Immediately, I know what is about to pass.
Because she is here.
She always brings a presence – an undefinable density to the air, thick with the unbridled nature of the actions that have not yet come to pass. Continue reading “Erotic Story for Halloween: My Succubus”
I climbed on top of her and we began kissing again – probing, delicate, small kisses along each other’s mouths and chins. I stroked her face, the back of her neck and run my fingers along the smooth curves of her shoulders. I liked feeling her soft lips against my skin; it made the hair stand up on the back of my neck. At one point she stopped to ask me if I liked what she was doing and I replied in the affirmative. Continue reading “The Bridesmaid Part 3 (CONCLUSION) NSFW”
She instinctively pulled the hem down as the barman approached and asked if she wanted another drink. She waved him away with a polite “no thanks”.
‘Hello again,’ I said, sidling up next to her and sitting on the bar stool next to her. She hadn’t heard me approach but blushed again when she spotted me, turning towards me and presenting the full view of the stretched thigh. I leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek in greeting. She responded in kind; I caught a scent of a sweet and delicate perfume. Continue reading “The Bridesmaid Part 2”
Now, I’ve never been one for chasing the bridesmaids at a wedding for the hope of a quick fuck, but let me tell you about the time that actually happened to me. I was invited to the evening reception of some old university friends. The happy couple were pleased to see me; it had been a few years. But I felt proud and honoured to have been invited at all. Continue reading “The Bridesmaid Part 1”