Sometimes, all I needed to become putty in your hands was a quick glance. You know, the one when I looked over without consciously realising why, but both seeking and finding reassurance in the way you looked back at me.
Carnal is out now! It’s a hot read! Beginning with a story about a sexy wake-up coffee and ending with some steamy sexting before bed, it also contains stories of naughty video calls, unexpected voyeurism, a very sex-driven scientist who has a secret experiment, first times, steamy encounters with strangers and lovers, and loads more.
The problem with souls is they have bodies: Mortal and ageing, tied bound trapped by life’s conformity. The trouble in a soul is(read more…)
A number of weeks ago, I joined well over 100 writers in beginning this long journey which, round upon round, takes us through pretty much the entire year of assignments which increase in length, diversity and difficulty, as the knock-out rounds come and go until the remaining two go head-to-head. Our most important instruction is not to tell anyone which entry is ours until after the voting round for each assignment.
I didn’t expect it, that slip of your skin against mine as we walked, the summertime heat leaving your palm warm. Just the slightest of touches set a spark inside me, igniting my blood; it was the way your fingers encased mine leaving me simmering with desire and an anticipation I dare not express, even to myself. You were just making sure I was safe, weren’t you? Did you know that even the smallest brush of your skin against mine set my emotions in turmoil?