I am bored and the journey home is tedious. In my bag is my latest purchase, a powerful wand massager which will be put to good use as soon as I get home. And no: not to massage my back.
‘Spread your legs.’ Tara’s voice is cold, dispassionate and I feel a shiver of fear run down my back. This is what I want, what I asked for and I know I can trust Tara completely, but I shiver with nerves. Nerves, and excitement. (more…)
Before I started reading and writing erotica, my own erotic language was quite subdued. I referred to my vulva and vagina as “kitten” and only in my hottest moments with hubby would I refer to his penis as “cock”. I had never really given much thought to the specific language I used in an erotic setting. (more…)
Writing erotica is a lot of fun. It’s sexy and hot and I love letting my imagination wander. It also comes with its own set of challenges though, and in this blog post I would like to take a look at one of these challenges. (more…)
Once upon a time, in a country far, far away, there lived a princess. She lived in a beautiful castle in a beautiful country. Unfortunately there was a curse on the country. The country hadn’t seen rain in two years. Crops withered and died and the people were going hungry. There was only one way to lift the curse: the princess was to experience a moment of ecstatic bliss and then the rains would fall again. (more…)
The air is heavy, the room semi-dark. The only sound is the heavy breathing and occasional moans of the couples sprawled out throughout the room. Amy shifts in her seat. She can feel the ache developing between her thighs, the hunger in her lower belly. Soon she will get wet and her body will scream for release, but she has been ordered to observe only. (more…)
The rain took me by surprise; soaking me, drenching me. My carefully applied make up streaked my face. My hair, which I had spent an hour blow drying, lay flat on my head, dripping tendrils sticking to my neck. My silk blouse clung to my skin, making it obvious that I was not wearing a bra. What had seemed like a playful idea – the suggestion of a nipple under the fabric – had turned into a disaster. How could I enter the restaurant like this? (more…)
She was gorgeous. Long, tousled brown hair, big green eyes and beautiful, smooth skin. I wanted to rip off her clothes and lick every inch of her skin, but I restrained myself. (more…)
Her eyes were enormous in her face. ‘Please,’ she whispered.
I felt a pang of pity for her, but squashed it. She had asked for this. ‘Please what?’ I asked, deliberately making my voice hard. (more…)
Dressing up in the bedroom is always fun, but up until recently the extent of my dressing up has been stockings and high heels, items already in my possession. I never really felt the need to buy something especially for the purpose of sex and seduction. When hubby intimated that he would like me to dress up in a sexy latex-like dress, I decided to give the Ann Summers Zuri wet look dress a try. After all, if it turns him on, I’m game. (more…)