Hedera sweeps the hearth for the thousandth time, careful not to let any broom bristles singe. She checks the clock. For the thousandth time. Twelve minutes until the hour. She reties her robe, for the thousandth time. Fidgeting, as the clock ticks, smoothing the soft white cotton over her body, brushing out imaginary wrinkles, feeling the … [Read more…]
Blade galloped into the one horse town on one horse, his fearless and trusty mare, Mariah. She ran like the wind. Blade was covered in a week’s worth of trail dust and wanted nothing more than a stiff drink, a hot bath, and a willing filly to soothe his saddle-swollen flesh rifle. He looked around … [Read more…]
She wants to say “I love you.” She’s surprised by this urge. She doesn’t mean it in the traditional sense. She doesn’t want him to marry her or even be her boyfriend. But the words are there on the tip of her tongue. She finally knows what people mean when they say that phrase. The … [Read more…]
I wrote this for @CharlieInThe’s ultimate summer playlist competition. I thought I saw her tweet that as long as she got it by morning it would still count. By my (occasionally inaccurate) count, it’s 5:00am in the UK right now so… fingers crossed. If I missed the deadline, that’s OK, it was a good exercise … [Read more…]
Today, while I should have been putting the finishing touches on a PowerPoint presentation, I was catching up on my erotic blog reading instead (because PowerPoint will *always* lose that battle). I came across the excellent Go fuck myself? Yes please from Exhibit A. (Which was inspired by a tweet from the delicious Abbi Cranky). There was a … [Read more…]
March 16, 2015 Update: The very talented and very generous Exhibit A has kindly recorded an audio version of my Euph-Off story. If I had known how deft he was at voicing characters before I wrote this, I would have created a Regency orgy with a cast of at least 12 ranging from the stable boy to the valet to … [Read more…]
I hear a murmer at the end of the car and look up from my phone. Our eyes meet and hold. The rumble of the wheels over the tracks fades away as you slowly stalk towards me, your hands resting on your belt, your eyes never leaving mine. They hold a question, a challenge, a … [Read more…]
In light of the freezing weather I’ve been suffering through this past week, I needed something to warm me up. *** It was late August, the grass had slowed it’s growing but the days were still long and thick with heat. I was in my garage, finishing a painting project, and humming along to the … [Read more…]
This is my entry to Exhibit A’s Sinful Stories competition. Many thanks to Exhibit A for also allowing his lovely Sinful Sunday photo “Shop Window” to be used as a prompt for the contest. I attempted something a little fanciful here and am very likely punching above my weight as far as the style goes, … [Read more…]
How good is Chemical [se]X? It’s so good that when reading it on the train home from work, I actually missed my stop. Somewhere in the middle of Dario Dalla Lasta‘s deliciously filthy rollerskating romp, [du]X, I had a faint niggling in my subconscious. I looked up to, only to realize that the doors had … [Read more…]
