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.
It was starting to become excruciating. The clock in the corner of the arrivals board told me I’d been sitting here for almost three hours – that was four minutes longer than the last time I checked. I just couldn’t stay in that room, waiting any longer. I wriggled on my chair and smiled. The love egg was nestled nicely inside. He promised to let me know he’d landed in his own special way.
I lay myself across his chest, kissing his neck, my tongue flicking and swirling against his skin, until his growls against my hair. His hands slip behind me, the heat from his palms burning into my backside, branding me with an invisible mark of his need, as he pulls me harder into him.
Here's a little piece of erotic flash fiction for you – perfect just before you fall asleep... Happy reading! Ina x He’s nothing but a wolf in Dominant’s clothing. I wonder if he knows it? That I can see through him? I can almost taste the taxi fumes that wind themselves arounds the words that he … Continue reading A wolf in Dominant’s clothing (18+)
Every morning she saw him, standing there in the window. It began the day after they met, quite by accident (literally).
Flash fiction isn't something I write very often, but I hope you like this little piece of sexiness for #WickedWednesday's Coffee prompt, inspired by a rather lovely conversation over breakfast recently. Happy reading! Ina x “How long does it take? I don’t know much about percolators. I have instant at home.” She caught sight … Continue reading Percolation
This is the fifth and final part of my erotic short story, 'Audience for the Marionette'. When we last encountered her, she had performed a very special show for her voyeuristic client. Not only was her consciousness fully aware of her feelings, but her body had become alive, needy, offering herself up to a new … Continue reading Audience for the Marionette: Part 5
This is the fourth instalment of my dark, erotic short story, "Audience for the Marionette", which features in my forthcoming erotic short story collection on voyeurism. You can read a little more about the collection here. We left Marionette performing for the special client. Instead of doing what her Master expects her to do, she … Continue reading Audience for the Marionette, part 4
This is the third part of my darkly erotic short story, Audience for the Marionette', which is included in my forthcoming book on voyeurism. We left the increasingly sentient Marionette beginning her show for the special client, who is currently bound by shackles to an ancient torture chair, a trapdoor beneath him, for the Master … Continue reading Audience for the Marionette, Part 3
This is the second part of my dark, erotic voyeurism story about a beautiful marionette who has discovered she is becoming sentient of body as well as of mind. If you have read Part 1, you will remember that the aroused yet unfulfilled Marionette has been brought a 'special client' by her creator and Master. … Continue reading Audience for the Marionette, Part 2