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:(read more…)
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(read more…)
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!
This is the fourth instalment of my dark, erotic short story, “Audience for the Marionette”, which features in my erotic short story collection on voyeurism.(read more…)
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(read more…)
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,(read more…)
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(read more…)