Erotica and other work of love, lust and matters of the heart
I can feel your body giving in to my fingers, the way they probe the contour of every bone. I can hear your breath grow heavy when I circle my fingers right in that sensitive part of the dip between ribs and hips. When will you open the door?
Ella arrived outside the gate with the personal items allowed—various toiletries, razor and depilatory cream to cover all eventualities, even though she’d waxed on Wednesday,(read more…)
It’s a long holiday weekend here in the UK, so I have decided to celebrate by making some of my work FREE on Amazon, for(read more…)
There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.
“Goddess worshipping.” A ghost of your whisper curls around my neck as I press my back against the front door. Even as my head tilts to(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…)
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(read more…)
I had the immense good fortune, while I was at Eroticon, to encounter the absolutely lovely owner of the recently-founded company, Ceramic Pleasure. I don’t(read more…)
I can’t believe a week has passed since Eroticon began, with the meet and greet on March 3rd, then a whole weekend of brilliance over(read more…)
After I wrote about Georges Bataille’s Story of the Eye, I ended up having various discussions, both publicly and privately, about its bizarre nature and(read more…)
