The silk trails up the side of my neck and I offer myself up to its motion. Over my throat, and up against the side of my face, fluttering over my forehead until I hear my own moans at its touch. The aroma of his shower gel fills me as his hand brushes my face, and my eyes close as his skin brushes my lips. They chase the touch, not recognising that the silk has covered my eyelids until it pulls tight round the back of my head. I don’t want to make an idiot of myself, but my chest is lurching. I don’t know if I can cope with it; not knowing, not seeing. His chest presses up against my shoulder blades; his cock is hardening inside his jeans, pressing against the top of my backside. The thought of it makes my heart bang. The movement of his cock is so mesmerising to me that it takes a moment to notice he has my arms up above my head.
I lay on the bed, half wet, half dry, still trying to calm my breath. I couldn’t manage to make myself come in the shower, so I’d played with every vibrator near to hand the moment I’d got out. And now, here I am, phone in hand, wet hair that he loves splayed out all over the duvet, as I click the camera and take a picture of my flushed face, neck and chest, together with my fingers having a cheeky pinch at my left nipple.
As some of you know, I am working on a big project about voyeurism (which I won't go on about her because it's a naughty thing to do on a #MasturbationMonday post). This short piece of fiction is a kind of spin-off to one of the stories, and may yet become part of the overall … Continue reading Right Through Me
I am delighted to release an extract from my latest novella, The Greenwood Goddess. The piece below is a complete and downright filthy little short story in its own right, told by one of the characters in the book (so in his voice). He has been held captive by a luscious, enigmatic woman and is competing … Continue reading The Greenwood Goddess – Extract (18+ only)
I know he’ll be alone, with anyone else nearby already asleep; I feel alone, too, here, surrounded by people all going about their business who look but never speak. The connection – that’s what’s important. Amazing how our conversation drifts so easily into what turns him on. It always feels like we’ve missed a … Continue reading Conversation before bedtime