WARNING: this story contains themes of non-consent. The teacup clinked against the saucer as he set it down on Mrs Davrill’s oak end table. He pursed his lips and dabbed them with the corner of his napkin, smiling amicably at … Continue reading
He likes to make me cry. I don’t mean with pain – which he likes as well – but by making life difficult; making life overwhelmingly complex. He likes me emotionally torn. He likes me confused and upset. He likes … Continue reading
Also available as audio on (It Girl. Rag Doll) Podcast Episode 1: The Good, the Bad and the Ugly. There is something bizarre about seeing him in our living room – a place where we entertain guests, where we sit … Continue reading
Photo courtesy of Penny Welcome to e[lust], the sex blog round-up- The best posts from the hottest and smartest sex bloggers all in one place! This edition highlights topics such as STI’s, swingers and poly relationships, spanking, role play and … Continue reading
He leaned over between the crisp hotel sheets and, placing one gentle, powerful hand on my waist, whispered into my sleep-clouded ear; “This morning I want to turn tenderness into cruelty and back again.”
It was natural, the way they fit, fingers slipping between fingers, laced and held, between my hip and hers. I wondered at the space between us, how the curved indent of my waist must mirror the curved indent of her … Continue reading
Rosie rubbed her right calf with the toe of her left foot. The thick grey socks were scratchy and in the silent room sounded ragged on her skin. She squeezed her hands, feeling her fingernails dig into her palms, and … Continue reading
On Friday (3rd February) night I attended my third Erotic Meet Soho Social at The Green Carnation on Greek Street. Whilst all the Meets I’ve attended so far have had the same basic structure – meet and greet, performance, socialise … Continue reading
This piece was written for and first heard at an Erotic Meet event at The Green Carnation in Soho on 3rd February 2012 with Filthy Mouths and Evil Tongues, my first live reading. Mainstream bookstores irritated her. Shelves of Shakespeare, … Continue reading
Sally sits between them, her skirt an inch above her knee, her blouse buttoned to her chin, her hair neatly combed to either side of her parting. At first there is slight concern at how they might be seen; Paul … Continue reading
