… But Words Can Never Hurt Me

Sticks and Stone May Break my Bones,  but Words can Never Hurt Me  [anon. ~ from nursery rhyme] I’m so excited as I get the pen to write on my skin, that my heart is beating hard, making my breasts jiggle perceptibly.  I’ve packed for a weekend away with my man, plenty of wispy triangles

Fine Day for a Picnic

Originally this sexy adventure was written for Miss Jezebella to post on her site, but now the weather is hotting up, I felt it was time to share it from my blog too.  Hopefully Marie Rebelle will accept it for her #WickedWednesday meme.  Strictly speaking it doesn’t mention this week’s money prompt, but I think

Twisted Fairy Tale #3

He’d left the club in such a hurry he hadn’t even bothered to grab his jacket.  He needed to get out of there, avoid that woman’s clutches, even though it meant she’d give him a terrible rating.  So far he had an unblemished 5 stars, but walking out on tonight’s date with Olivia Baker was

Under Cover

#fridayfic No. 1 Her form next to him draws deep breaths, the shadowy room silent, a streetlight glow creeping round the blinds.  His hand found his cock, warm and familiar, unfurling a little to meet his touch, resting it there, only daring to encircle it.If he reached for his ipad he’d find girls to keep

Twisted Fairy Tale No. 2

Hello my Dark Darlings,    Don’t want to risk a ‘spoiler’ so just enjoy the narrative and let your subconscious work out which traditional folk tale I’ve snatched back from Disney and given the twisted ‘Posy’ treatment to this time! The snow crunched under her feet with a squeaking sound, the low sun slanting through

Sharing Saturday – this is my 4th!

Hello my Dark Darlings, Its #SoSS!!  My wicked brain has been stimulated this week by several new erotic pen-smiths which I have discovered, thanks to other people sharing links to their posts, so while I’m telling you about blogs you may have visited already, I have to sing the praises of the wonderful erotic stories

Begging Letter

My Darling B I miss you as soon as you leave.  I hear your tread on the stairs and the slam of the door and already I’m desolate with longing.  Your cum is still dribbling out of my pussy, making my fleshy folds wet and sticky, and yet I’m longing for you. I lie in