wandering hands

Rising out of a dream I opened my eyes, the passage of sleep was still slow to disperse so I … More

little black number

This night I’d gone out in my little black number as us girls decided to semi-posh up, rare for me … More

I was pulled to the edge of the bed before I fully realised how far this was going……. I was … More

You know that feeling, the intensity of the insatiable craving for sex, any which way it comes, as raw as … More

No feeling is final;I’m not sure whether that terrifies or comforts me. Would it just be best if there was … More

(continued from “party favours #4: the real unreal” …..“Even in this semi-dark I could see enough to know he was … More

On every patch of bare skin the sun played its solar fingers along my solar plexus, reaching up to brush … More

Please share mepass me around,please share meholding me down binding my wristsblindfolded eyesstart to undress meone stitch at a time, … More

It was gone midnight when three of us made our way back to their house. Julie and Josh, she being … More

I remember it clearly. Laying here remembering every touch, every breath, every whisper to which I surrendered that night….. … … More

I didn’t close the curtains. It had got dark and I still didn’t close them. On the third floor of … More

Not a single touch. Not a single one passed between us. Though we sat close, facing, an arm’s length away. … More

another erotic poem from my explorations into my darker sexual side….

It was a hot day, which is an understatement. It felt like melting. Far, far too hot and I needed … More

an awakening poem of desire and opening…….