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.
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.
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: And Another Tail by Julia Chambers. I have just finished reading this book and I can still feel the shivers running through me; shivers of arousal mingled with unnerved awe, … Continue reading Recommended Read: One Day the Devil
My aunt died very recently. I have very strong memories of her. She was often present in my childhood, and, apart from my mum, she was the only other person who was present the night before I got married nearly two decades ago. She spoke of the power of love then, but I had no … Continue reading The Love Letter
I keep meaning to contribute to more memes, and I’m determined to attempt as many as I can, as often as I can, from now on. As I hardly ever write about myself (in a non-fiction manner) on my blog, this is one of the more challenging memes for me. This is my first TMI Tuesday; I’m hoping to be broken in gently!
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.
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 seventh of my nine story series of literary/women's fiction series. This story has a funny little history. It's the fastest written story I've ever produced, the first draft written in just over half an hour in a complete frenzy. For some reason, I'd been thinking of things I did when I was … Continue reading You Do Love Me, Don’t You?
For the sixth story in my literary/women's fiction short story series, I've posted something a little different. It's called "In Two Minds"; in actual fact, it's had two titles, has been published in two different places (Inktears online, and in an Australian women's women's mainstream magazine), and has been written in two different ways, one … Continue reading In Two Minds
This is the fifth in my series of short stories of a literary/women's fiction nature. This piece is only about 1500 words, but holds a dear place in my heart because it is the very first piece of fiction I ever had published. It appeared in Freelance Market News over a decade ago, having won … Continue reading A Monster on Her Shoulder