nce upon a time there lived a King and a Queen who had no children. They prayed every day for a child. They wished on the stars and the moon but still their prayers were not answered. After many years … Continue reading
Three years in, we are old news. Hardly news in fact. Comfortable, close, easygoing. We have routine, schedules, plans. In essence, the shine is gone. The newness. We are no longer squeaky-clean. Perfect white, besides snow, looks grey nowadays. But … Continue reading
I slid my fingers over her dew damp hip and whispered into her open ear. “Concupiscent.” Savoured the word, rolled it around on my tongue and saw her mouth imitate the shapes, soundlessly. A single gasp rippled across her lips … Continue reading
For months, four months to be exact, we, the two of us, together, jointly, considered invitations, venues, musicians, photographers, churches, flowers, groomsmen, bridesmaids, rings, etcetera, et-fucking-cetera. The dress was my domain; the tuxedo, his. Easier for him in that respect, … Continue reading
At the top of the hill, under the old yew tree, you moved your lips against my mouth, my face upturned. You held one finger pressed under my chin, and slipped your other hand beneath my skirt. The rain dripped … Continue reading
My eyes shoot open and I look up at you, upside down. Your expression, high in the darkness, is commanding, and against my lips you rub the heated head of your cock. A moan of pleasure buzzes through my pout. … Continue reading
Soft footsteps crept outside her door. Her body shivered, that all too familiar thrill of something she was not certain she wanted. She trembled as the door rattled and she leapt from the deep comfort of her bed, pressed her … Continue reading
1st August. 28º C. No tide. The beach, stretching and yawning, reflecting the mackerel sky. I wander’d, amazed and saw the unmoving sea. We met in the middle. First time. Fucked on the sand. He was confident, I was awkward. … Continue reading
Delphic. Always, Delphic. I battled your ambiguously blinking eyes. You were perplexing. Opaque in your intentions. When you fucked me, focus was vague, blurred. Definitely not there. So I took it away. Gave you nothing to lose. And on the … Continue reading
#WankWednesday is hosted by Ruby KiddellThe Erotic Notebook every week. This week’s prompt is #Spare. Lips locked, frantic fingers tugging at clothes, we crashed through the doors, until we were inside, laughing at our somewhat slapstick foreplay. Flailing, limbs splayed, bodies bumping … Continue reading
