I can feel your body giving in to my fingers, the way they probe the contour of every bone. I can hear your breath grow heavy when I circle my fingers right in that sensitive part of the dip between ribs and hips. When will you open the door?
Today is Cyber Monday and companies everywhere have been have been advertising to send you scurrying in all directions since Black Friday (or even before!),(read more…)
Their phone torches pinged off the branches, sometimes finding the blackness of the voids in between. They picked their way through the gravestones, the edges(read more…)
Anaïs Nin’s Little Birds is an erotic short story collection which has been sitting on my shelf for some time, patiently waiting for me to discuss(read more…)
There’s something about every room I wander into that excites me, makes me aroused, just as if the softest of paintbrushes was running over my flesh, brushing the tips of my nipples with its tender sable. I have to slip my hand beneath my top and touch them through my bra to check, the feeling is so convincing. There they are, erect and willing me into each room, this feeling of arousal spreading, brushing my belly into knots and transferring the feeling between my legs as I realise what it is that affects me so: it is the smell of you.
My erotic short story collection, Carnal, is in full productive swing… except… I wanted to give you a very quick update on the release of(read more…)
If you like your erotic reading imbued with the literary, coated in metaphor and dripping sumptuous words, then I heartily recommend One Day the Devil:(read more…)