Monday, 26 December 2011

Christmas (5)

The fur-trimmed hemline of her scarlet dress, separated from the fur tops of her black boots by only a few inches, barely covered her ass at the best of times. Right then, though, her hand was holding that skirt up to let him see her pert bottom - and to prove that she really wasn't wearing any panties at all.

Sunday, 25 December 2011

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas Everyone!

I'll post one more Christmas piece, either tonight or tomorrow morning. In the mean time, have a great day!


Saturday, 24 December 2011


So, what's the plan for today? And if you say we have to get out of bed, then I'm out. I haven't had a lie-in for weeks.

Don't Ask

I don't know who else saw this, but I felt it was a lovely, heartwarming story.

Friday, 23 December 2011

Christmas (4)

Gina stood at the window, watching as the car pulled away out of the driveway. The brake lights flickered on for a second, and then off as the car turned with a scrunch and disappeared around the corner.

"Come here," Bea said, already grabbing her around the waist.

Thursday, 22 December 2011


The muscles in his arms were bunched from straining against the cuffs, but nothing was going to break them. Similarly, his legs couldn't break the shackles that held him. She had chained him to the chair, and there was nothing he could do.

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

Christmas (3)

The stable was dark and quiet. The bitterly cold, utterly black night closed in around the little building, hiding everything outside.

Monday, 19 December 2011

Christmas (2)

Someone had turned the lights off, and the only light in the room was coming from the wide open fire that burned in the corner of the large Victorian living room that formed part of the flat.

Sunday, 18 December 2011

Overtime (2)

Pet couldn't stop shaking. Her new Mistress' fingers had been holding steady in her pussy for several minutes - their warm, hard presence teasing against her inner walls and g-spot, shifting unpredictably inside her so she could never fully adjust.

Friday, 16 December 2011


Her boyfriend, George, had been pestering her for months to let him have a threesome; finally, on her birthday, Lucy had agreed but only on the condition that she got to choose third person. George, of course, had readily agreed.

Thursday, 15 December 2011

Christmas (1)

They crashed through the door still kissing, their hands pawing at one another desperately. His loins were on fire and hers were dripping wet, and still they kissed sloppily, their tongues entwined.

Tuesday, 13 December 2011


One hand slid in slow half-circle twists as she slowly pumped his cockshaft, while her mouth moved up and down over the head. Her lips were puckered tight around him, but they were slick and glistening with saliva. Her whole head bobbed smoothly up and down on him as she worked.

Monday, 12 December 2011

Home Alone (2)

They scrambled quickly up the stairs. She was in the lead, and the short skirt did nothing to hide her modesty - she felt his hand on her thigh, stroking gently up and down, his fingers brushing on her pussy as they moved.

Sunday, 11 December 2011


Her fingers danced over her stomach, her pubic bone, and around the gentle curve of her hips. The tips  of her fingers were very slightly soft, but she still moaned as they rubbed her clitoral hood, stimulating her for just a second, before her fingers were at her vulva.

Friday, 9 December 2011


He had told her to keep her eyes forward, and she was trying.

The collar around her neck, with two leashes, one tied to each bedpost, ensured that she couldn't turn around and look at what she was doing. Instead, she had to listen to the faint slapping noises behind her, and guess.

Tuesday, 6 December 2011


The sound of another explosion ripped through the room, and more gunfire. Her boyfriend sat in front of the huge TV screen, desperately tapping away on the little plastic controller, almost snapping it in two in frustration as he died again.

Monday, 5 December 2011


Short bursts of ragged breath; a fire in her belly; weak legs; arms shaking as she tried to hold on to him; her lipstick smeared and ruined; mascara running; her entire body shaking as she came again.

Sunday, 4 December 2011

Overtime (1)

Her fingers traced slowly over the purple briefs. She could feel the swollen lips that pressed back against her fingertips, and she smiled, moving her fingers up to the clit.

It felt so good, those fingers on her clit. She shuddered, trying to stay completely silent. She couldn't help it, and a few squeaked moans escaped from her.

Friday, 2 December 2011


She sipped her faux-champagne as she watched the smirk spread slowly across his face.

"What are you planning?"

Wednesday, 30 November 2011


The lace of her bra tickled against her nipples as she slowly stroked her hands over her breasts. They were hard already, straining against the translucent material. He was licking his lips already, and she smiled, letting her hands fall away from her breasts so he could get a proper look.

"Come here, please."

Tuesday, 29 November 2011


Her eyes were shut. There wasn't much point keeping them open with the blindfold on, as all she could see was the pitch blackness that Becky had decided she was to look at. So she lay there, letting her mind swirl endlessly, and stretching her arms out gently.

"Stop struggling Lucy."

Sunday, 27 November 2011

Home Alone

She was doing the washing up when the phone rang. She called over her shoulder for him to get it: the TV quietened down, and then the ringing stopped. Hearing the chattering murmurs of conversation, she was satisfied, and turned back to the sink.


She could feel him inside her, thrusting in and out of her slick young sex. Her legs were wrapped around his back, and her body reacted to his, to every little twitch and throb and pulse of his cock, to every movement of his hips against hers, or of her torso against her breasts.

Thursday, 10 November 2011

Horizons (4)

This is going to be the end of this little saga. I did think of a way to end the scene slightly better, but it ended up making the whole scene alot darker. If anyone wants to see that ending, or wants me to continue, either leave a comment, or email me (the email address is

She smirked back at him as best she could while still shuddering through a series of delicious semi-climaxes. Her eyes pointedly fixed on his crotch, and she smirked.

“Depends. Is it true what they say about black guys?”

Wednesday, 9 November 2011

Horizons (3)

She reached behind her, her fingers playing with the lacing at the back of her dress for a second. Then, she pulled it apart, letting her dress sag forwards. Another quick pull, and it was just a pile of fabric, lying discarded on the floor in front of her.

Horizons (2)

The man on her right laughed softly, and nodded.

“Yeah, we can go somewhere more private” he said, standing up and offering her a hand. She took it, letting him help her up, wobbling unsteadily on the sticky wooden floor as she did so. The gin had affected her more than she expected.

Tuesday, 8 November 2011

Horizons (1)

Normally, she avoided that bar - it had a bad reputation. The people who went in there, the neighbourhood, even the building itself, with peeling paint and a boarded-up window, seemed to give off a sense of danger. But after hearing a story from a friend, she had become obsessed and tonight, she was going to explore.

Monday, 7 November 2011


She pulled on his hand again, forcing him to follow her between the two buildings. Her stiletto heels clattered with every step, and the echoing in the alleyway sounded like gunfire. He gulped a little, but followed her blindly, as always.

Sunday, 6 November 2011


She had flicked off the lights in her room, but the moonlight pouring in through the curtains and the light from outside the door bathed the room in a soft romantic glow. She took his hand, leading him to the bed, pushing him down to sit on the edge before climbing onto his lap.

Friday, 4 November 2011


So, I realized that I haven't posted a solo scene in a long time. So, here we are.

She noticed the mini-rainbow on the pale wood of the desk and smiled. She loved rainbows. But for the moment, she was busy with other things.

Thursday, 3 November 2011


His lips were soft on the nape of her neck, sensual and delightful. She shivered a little from his touch, enjoying every sensation. Even so, she frowned, and tried to shrug him off.

Wednesday, 2 November 2011


She’d never been in the men’s locker-room until today. She hadn’t really known what to expect when she pushed open the door and made her way cautiously inside - whatever she had thought, she certainly hadn’t expected this.

Monday, 31 October 2011

Halloween (5)

This is going to be the last Halloween post, now. I decided to make this one special - it's a bit unusual, a fantasy scene, but I think you'll all enjoy it. However, as it's different, I've not included it on the list of other Halloween pieces.

Anyway, Happy Halloween everyone, and thank you for all the views!

They met, as always, in a barren, rocky patch of Earth, between the two Kingdoms. She hid out of sight until he appeared, holding back for a few seconds to make sure he wasn’t followed, before stepping out of the shadows.

Halloween (4)

“Come here.”

“Yes Sir”.

Sunday, 30 October 2011

Halloween (3)

The camera flash in the mirror was almost blinding, and she spent a few seconds blinking before turning the camera to check the picture. Pouting again, she deleted it. It still wasn’t right.

Peep Show

She couldn’t see their eyes, but she knew they were watching. That was the point. She took a deep breath, her breasts rising - to the delight of her audience - as she stepped forward, towards her co-performer.

Friday, 28 October 2011

Halloween (2)

This post is a little bit unusual, but for some reason, I thought it would be hot. I've listed it as a Halloween piece, due to the period costumes - which I happen to love at costume parties. I hope you enjoy this story, and be warned - I may not post tomorrow night. It all depends how my novel goes during the day. As always, please comment, or if you'd prefer to email me more privately,

It was just coming up to twilight, and the setting sun cast a deep red glow over the well-cut trees and the manicured lawns of his garden. He paused for a second to watch the sun sink behind the distant hills, and a sudden beam of light reflected off the pond, a dazzling red spike before night time. Just then, he heard a giggle behind him - his latest conquest. The daughter of the one of the insufferably boring women that his mother insisted he invite to dinner.

Thursday, 27 October 2011


“Stop it, they’re asleep!”

“Then let’s go somewhere else...”

Wednesday, 26 October 2011

Halloween (1)

The lights strobed in time with the deafening “Wub wub” of the music. Some dubstep track she had never heard of, and didn’t really like - it wasn’t important though, and it was easy to ignore tonight.

Tuesday, 25 October 2011

Party Games

The glass glittered in the lamp light as it spun, slower and slower with each revolution. It passed each of them in turn, until finally, it came to rest, pointing at Hannah. They both blushed a little, and Hannah looked around the circle.

Saturday, 22 October 2011

Topsy Turvy

The rope bit hard into the skin of her thighs and shins, holding her entire body several feet above the ground. It didn’t hurt, exactly, but it kept her constantly on edge, reminded at all times that she was bound, ready to pleasure her Master.

Friday, 21 October 2011


She tilted her head slightly to the side. His lips were soft there, winding lazily over her trapezius, and she smiled, moaning to herself, and letting her hands wander over the thick bands of muscle in his chest and back.

Thursday, 20 October 2011


A thin metal bar, cold against her hands. Her skirt, so much shorter than it needed to be, than it should be. One of her stockings was ripped, exposing the delicate flesh of thigh. The suspenders above the stockings were stretched tight, pressing against her skin so she was constantly aware of how bare her legs were.

Wednesday, 19 October 2011


The Boy Scouts say to be prepared, but when they were teaching him to tie secure knots, this probably wasn’t quite what they had in mind. Even so, he tightened the rope, and the stood back to admire his own handiwork.

Tuesday, 18 October 2011


The night was cold and dark and quiet, except for the occasional hoot of an owl overhead. They could see lights flash by, headlights from the cars, broken by the trees. They had pulled their own car off the road, behind a thin screen of trees, where they should be hidden from view.

Monday, 17 October 2011


She normally looked so peaceful when she was sleeping but tonight, she was restless. Writhed between the cool sheets, her nubile young body squirmed, and an occasional gentle moan would escape her lips. Her eyes flickered beneath the closed lids, and one leg tensed and bent slightly, as her dream became more and more salacious.

Sunday, 16 October 2011


He grabbed the shower-nozzle and pointed it at the top of his head. The water cascaded down, drenching his hair into thin spikes flattened against his head. He loved the warmth of the water, and he stood there, with his forearms resting on the tiled wall, enjoying the sensations of a shower after a long day.

Saturday, 15 October 2011


“Hands against the wall. Stick your ass out.” The words cut through all the flirting and all the teasing foreplay like a knife, and she hesitated. Only for a moment though, as his stare made his intentions, and his insistence, very clear. She stood up, moving over to the nearest wall. But even as her palms reached towards the cream walls, his voice cut through the stillness.

Thursday, 13 October 2011


The mid-afternoon sun beat down fiercely on the two tanned bodies sat next to each other, huddled closer like lovers on the yellow-gold sands. The beach was quiet that day, although not completely deserted. But they carried on, oblivious to those around them, ignoring the strangers who might stop to stare and instead focusing on one another.

Tuesday, 11 October 2011


The first story I've posted by request. Someone messaged me privately, and asked me for a creampie scene; I hope you all enjoy.

He looked up at her as she rode him as fast as she could. He couldn’t take his eyes off her erect nipples and her ample tits, bouncing as she moved around on top of him.

You scratch my back...

He took her by the hand and led her over to the bed. An aromatic candle flickered in the background, filling the room with a faint, relaxing tinge of jasmine, perfect for what he wanted. He reached out and kissed her lips softly, lingering gently against her and inhaling her scent over the jasmine.

Ever wonder how many people have had sex in that hotel room you're in?

She pulled him into the room and shut the door quickly behind them. “We don’t have long” she said, already on her knees and pulling at his belt buckle and zipper as she spoke. He barely had time to react, to stutter a few words of half-hearted protest, before she pulled his boxers down far enough to end any possibly argument.

Monday, 10 October 2011


With the blindfold on, she couldn’t see a thing. Instead, she felt, as she was forced to do, as her Owners knew she would have to do.

Obligation (Part 2)

Her ass-cheeks burned from the ordeal with the paddle and so she was very careful not to move too quickly when she stood up. The latex clung to her body like glue, hot and sticky and sweaty, making her acutely aware that she was dressed for His pleasure.

Friday, 7 October 2011

Obligation (Part 1)

She was sat on the sofa watching crappy TV shows when He came through the front door, returning home from work. She had lost track of time, and the volume was far too high. That’s why she didn’t hear Him come in through the front door. That’s why she wasn’t in her assigned position, kneeling in the hallway to welcome Him home.

Thursday, 6 October 2011


He poured the water into the machine before quietly replacing the jug onto the hot plate and flicking the switch. The squat black machine gurgled gently, hissing as the water began to boil, and then the aroma of coffee started to fill the kitchen as the first few drops began to fill the jug.

Wednesday, 5 October 2011


Her short denim miniskirt clung to her legs uncomfortably in the heat of the train carriage. Normally on a day like this, she would have worn something looser, but she needed the shortness if her plan was going to work. With a smirk, she looked over to her boyfriend, her lovely submissive toy, and then winked at him. Even as she turned to him, he could feel the butterflies in his stomach rising - he knew she had something planned.

Tuesday, 4 October 2011

Second Identity post

So, I thought I'd do another 'Identity' post. This one is a very, very famous actress, in a lingerie shoot. I'm sure most (if not all) of you will know the picture.

Now people can comment, so you can guess at who it is. I'm not sure yet about what I can give as a prize, but I'll keep thinking. At the moment, pride might have to be enough. But please, guess anyway.

Also, check out the other identity post ( to see if you can guess that one. It's more obscure, but have a go anyway =)

If anyone has a request or idea for the next post, give me a shout. You don't ask, you don't get.

Guess Who (again).

The cold air from the window ruffled the long white curtain behind her, breezing over her flat, taut stomach and bringing a cute little shiver to her shoulders. The lingerie gave her almost no protection from the wind, but it made her feel unbelievably sexy.

Monday, 3 October 2011


She sucked hard, her lips forming a tight O halfway down his thick, throbbing shaft, and he thrusted gently into her mouth. The butterflies in her stomach seemed to be multiplying, but she couldn’t hold off for much longer. With a deep breath, she pulled back from his cock, her tongue fluttering over the small slit in the tip for a second before she pulled away entirely, and turned. Her hand paused for a second, and her voice wavered as she asked the question.

Sunday, 2 October 2011


The tip of the joint blazed slightly as he inhaled again, casting a gentle glow on his face. She smiled, her eyelids slightly heavy, feeling completely relaxed, euphoric, and not a little horny. Her hand slide down to the plain cotton panties she was wearing, and she started to rub herself, shamelessly, on the sofa.

Saturday, 1 October 2011


I just wanted to say thank you to Decadent Lifestyle,, for linking to my blog. I've had alot more viewers today, and I'm hoping that people liked what they saw, and will come back soon.

I've been working on one of the longer stories floating around my perverted mind, but I have posted another blog entry soon - again, partially inspired by Decadent Lifestyle. Check it out here:

I know it's slow, but I'm trying to build things up, so thank you for looking, and come back soon! =)


Panties look best around the ankles. His words, a simple statement that she knew was really a command, echoed in her mind as she hooked her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her translucent black thong. The lace tickled her skin as she pulled her panties down, and then got on her knees.

Thursday, 29 September 2011

His and Hers

She closed her eyes to shut out the bright light from the bulb hanging over her bed, screwing her face up into a cute little pout. With the darkness came a new appreciation for her other senses, and she focused even more on the buzzing plastic in her hand, pressing against her pink, swollen clit.

Wednesday, 28 September 2011


The warm water splashed down over her face for a second as she moved backwards through the jet of water. The tiles were cold against her back, and she bit her lip to stifle a yelp. Her hair was drenched and matted to her body, her shoulders, her back and face, and she raised a hand to push the thick, heavy strands away from her eyes. Her skin tingled all over, and despite the warm water, she began to feel goosebumps on her arm as her pussy got slightly wetter.

Tuesday, 27 September 2011


He smirked at her, stroking her cheek and slapping his cock on her full, perfect breasts. Her nipples, a dark pink colour, were already erect, and he rubbed himself over them with relish. Pre-cum rubbed off and left a shiny wet patch glistening on her skin; he barely noticed as he shifted position.


Her fingers tripped easily down the buttons of her shirt, popping each one out without hesitation, allowing the fabric to fall open and expose her soft, voluptuous cleavage. The cool air was divine against her skin and she waved the edges of the garment a few times to enjoy the breeze. Then, slowly, gently, with his eyes watching her, she slipped the shirt down one arm, then another, and tossed it onto the back of the chair.

Monday, 26 September 2011


“On your knees.”

His words made her shiver a little, and her already damp pussy squeezed a little on itself. She felt so empty, and that only heightened the feeling of cold metal against her wrists. Suddenly, she felt a hand smack her cheek, her skin suddenly burning with shame and pain.


He felt his shoulders and back tense slightly, and his voice started to stammer slightly, but she took over for him, covering the lapse in conversation expertly. Underneath the tablecloth her hand stroked his thigh gently just above his knee, her index finger tracing small circles against the thin fabric of his trousers.

Sunday, 25 September 2011


“Mmm, more” she moaned softly, a happy smile on her face. With her eyes closed, she couldn’t see anything, but she heard another guy approach, wanking furiously, close to her face. She couldn’t help but giggle, feeling her wet pussy squeeze momentarily, further soaking her thighs.

Friday, 23 September 2011

Who wants to play?

Hey lurkers,

The previous post,  - about the raven-haired model, enjoying some time alone in her dressing room - was something that crossed my mind when I saw a picture of a gorgeous English model I like.

I was thinking that I'll make a game out of it. Every now and then, I'll do a post inspired by someone famous, and we'll see who - if anyone - can guess it.

So, comment away, see if you can work out who it is!

Guess Who.

Her long, jet-black hair tumbled down past her ears, over her shoulders, reaching the pendant around her neck. The vivid blue lingerie she was wearing was slightly see through, and she knew her tender pink nipples were obvious through the fabric, but she didn’t care. That only made it hotter.

Thursday, 22 September 2011

Wednesday, 21 September 2011


The dress clung tightly to her frame, shimmering slightly under the club’s many strobe lights; it was almost skin tight to show off her figure, with a plunging neckline and a hem that stopped abruptly mid-thigh, leaving little to the imagination. The many men circling her like predators could see, even in the dim gloom, that there were no lines on that dress. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. Just a thin strip of fabric between them and their prey.

First Time...

The candles dotted around the room flickered gently, burning up and dying back in an erratic but beautiful shimmer of ever-changing light. The fragrant dancing glow around the room gave their skin a faint red tinge that only added to the beauty captured in that moment.


Hello, and welcome to my blog.

Although this is going to be an erotic blog, I thought I’d make the first post of the blog non-sexual. Instead, I thought I would explain what I’m hoping to achieve. So, think of this as a layout of intentions, a description of things to come if all goes well. Or you could call it a warning, if you wanted.

This blog will be dedicated to erotica. Erotica, sensuality, ribaldry, pornography, whatever you would like to call it; I’m not going to debate semantics, and to be honest, I might well wind up writing things on this blog that could go in all of those categories. What is important is that this site will be explicit, detailed, and as sexy as possible.

There is a plethora of online blogs with sexual pictures or gifs; there seems to be a niche for a text-based sexual blog - especially one that is discrete and innocent enough that a casual glance from a coworker, a student in the library or a disapproving parent doesn’t reveal anything too obvious on your screen.

I know there are sites like Literotica, with plenty of sexual stories available for free. However, I’m not aiming to provide full stories (yet). More what I’m providing is brief snapshots, images, characters, a little bit of a scene, to get your imagination running away with you. This blog is meant to be more like a nude photo than a porn film; a little classier, and it relies on your imagination to do some of the work.

I’d love for this to become quite popular. I find that the written word can be incredibly erotic, and I think that there are many others out there who would agree. Ultimately, I’d love to move from Blogspot onto a full, independent site, with regular updates, space for other posters, forums, possibly chat-rooms, and - arguably most importantly - a space for e-books. I’ve got quite a few ideas for stories that are too long to post easily into a blog, but that I’d still love to share with everyone.

In the mean time though, I need to build followers, so please recommend anyone you can think of, and check back regularly. The more people who read this, the quicker a little community builds, and the faster I can move to another site, and write longer pieces.

Anyway. Heartfelt pleas for support over, I hope you enjoy the site. There will be another post soon after this one - a post more in keeping in why you’re all here, no doubt.

Bon voyage!