What if the goal of sex wasn’t (just) orgasm? A writing prompt and my reponse: If it’s just about coming, I’m not interested. If, however, it’s about spending time with you, skin touching, breath synchronising… If it’s about exploring my skin with your...
I want to reach out and touch you and never stop reaching until my fingers have sunk as deep as they can go into your generous flesh; until my fists mould handfuls of you and you overflow my palms; until I have gathered up as much of you as I can into my arms and I...
A short erotic interlude written in response to the writing prompt: In My Nature It was the ice from the puddle that she wanted. Not a sanitised, conformist, cube from the freezer – she wanted the thin shard, complete with dirt and leaves, and a small twig embedded in...
Written in response to the prompt: Lost and Found As a self-confessed neat freak, you’ve taken an age to get things ready. I’ve been waiting: showered, dried, and dressed in only a robe; sitting on the sofa just like you told me to. There is nothing to distract me...
She made eye contact with me the moment I entered the pub. It wasn’t fate; it was design. Her text messages had been specific and compelling. I arrived at precisely 10pm, she gestured to a seat at the bar and I waited there while she served her customer. Then I...
We will need to find an isolated beach. I want absolute privacy and seclusion with you – I’ll share you with the elements, but that is all. I’ll make a shelter for us for when we want to rest, and I’ll lay a blanket to keep the sand away from our most tender places....
