As you may (or may not) know, since I discovered it in February this year I have been a proud and loud supporter of the illustrated, erotic blog, Red Lion Street. Unlike my own writing it’s crass, the male to female … Continue reading
Just over a year ago, in May 2011, I listened to Harmony Eichsteadt read pieces from her poetry collection The Meet of My Thighs on the Bedpost Confessions podcast episode 9. One poem in particular caught my attention. Things I … Continue reading
Written by my Guardian Angel, who, as it turns out, is quite the switch. I thought it might be refreshing for my readers to read something written in a dynamic I seem incapable of creating myself. Enjoy. I arrive home … Continue reading
In light of several conversations on twitter and some of my own personal experiences, I have been considering drop. Sub-drop in particular, although top-drop too. And, as I feel sure exist, various other kinds of drop. For those of you … Continue reading
Having read Fifty Shades of Grey, Remittance Girl concluded that the D/s aspect of writing, perhaps comes through not so much in the acts portrayed, as in the language used to describe them. I came to a similar conclusion when … Continue reading
WARNING: this story contains themes of violent non-consent and a suggestion of underage sex and bestiality. Please use your best judgement when deciding whether to read on. With apologies to Lewis Carroll. • • • • • For my Cheshire … Continue reading
I do apologise for the lack of writing and particularly the lack of smut around here recently! AND I apologise for yet another promotional update. But this one I really am very excited about. And, in all fairness, it comes with smut … Continue reading
He passed behind me, and I wondered if he’d seen me at all. I waited the appropriate moment or two before I followed him to his seat and smiled hello. “Oh! hello darling,” He grinned in his ever-charming way. How … Continue reading
The room, every fortnight, was musty and dank. Eloise, like the creature of habit she observed most men to be, sat in the same seat and before the class had started found herself mesmerised by the grey concrete that showed … 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
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