Erotica and other work of love, lust and matters of the heart
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.
“Good night, Sir.” Her voice uttered the words; her mind, however, was clinging onto the feeling of the Master’s hot, wet tongue around her(read more…)
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(read more…)
He leads me through the main door, holding onto the glass pane just above my head with his palm, while he reels me in with(read more…)
His hand is still wound in my hair, his lips still dancing against my neck, when I feel his fingers inside the fabric of my(read more…)
He takes my bag from me and grins, lighting his face for a moment with a delightful mischief I remember only too well. And he(read more…)
My Sunday story is a long one, coming by way of apology for being so sporadic in my fiction posts over the last few weeks(read more…)
Today’s story is a bit different in a number of ways. It’s soulful, but it extends beyond the erotic only, touching on other themes. It(read more…)
This Sunday story is another little offering from the collection of voyeur tales that I am working on. Just another little teaser, but a little(read more…)
Finally, after a lot of difficuties with this post, I have Part 6 of Love Slave for you. It’s been a very difficult part of(read more…)
