Hello! You can read this as a stand alone, but it’s part #2 of something I posted last week. Part one is here if you want to read it first. I walk down the hall towards his office, a small smile playing around my lips as I glance at the piece of paper in my hand.
I have never wanted to be anyone’s slut more than his. Only he has made my pussy pour with juices, enough for him to slide four fingers inside me and threaten me with the thumb, no lube required. Only he has managed to transfix my erotic imagination enough that I am willing to do anything
He woke me this morning. Normally I sleep through him getting up for work, but this morning he needed me. So he woke me. I opened my blurry eyes to see him stood by the closed door, naked, his cock already becoming hard. He moved towards me, quickly climbing onto the bed and slipping under
The main floor is quiet now. The team have been sent to the pub with two hundred quid behind the bar to celebrate the successful completion of our latest project. I begin to undo my tie as I make my way back to Maddie’s office. There’s only one way I want to celebrate and it’s
It’s been a while since I read a Charlotte Stein book, so I was pleased when this popped up in NetGalley. I didn’t even bother to read the blurb – it’s Charlotte Stein, who needs a blurb? – so when I dove in and started reading I thought I was reading a paranormal. The setting
If there is a sure-fire way to shatter the dregs of one’s self-esteem, it has to be trying on a pile of clothes in various shop changing rooms. Think you are getting a little too self-assured and big for your boots? Try going into a tiny cubicle with three-way mirrors and harsh lighting to magnify
Dear __ I write this letter, because in speech I am often inarticulate and clumsy, or the words fail to make the journey from my brain to my mouth. Don’t worry – this is not to bare you bad news. This is not a ‘dear John’ letter – quite the opposite. I just wanted to
I very much enjoyed Ashe Barker’s previous novel in this imprint, Chameleon (though it’s worth noting all the books in this imprint are standalones), so I was eager to check out this one – set in my favourite city, no less. La Brat tells the story of Eugenie, a submissive who managed to piss off her
Here’s a story from Exhibit A which follows on from the wonderful Live From The Hotel Z posted last week. The Sofa There was a sofa in her office. It was long and deep, and made of brown leather, faded from years of use. She caught me looking at it as she fetched her purse, and
Fetish has been increasingly entering the mainstream over the last few years. Films such as The Notorious Betty Page, Shortbus and Secretary have all brought kink out into the open, and nowadays it’s rare to see a catwalk show or fashion magazine that doesn’t have some kind of fetish influence. Obviously, this is good news
Ok, she could do this. Jenny eyed up the clothes she’d just taken off, piled neatly on the laundry basket in the corner. She’d thought about it enough, right? Thought about all the ways they could do this – all the ways they could fuck each other – how she wanted them to touch each
New to erotic wwriting? These tips will help you hone your story to perfection. Use your experience as much as your imagination: While it’s great to escape cliched and mundane story-lines, your writing will be far more convincing if you write what you know. By all means, polish the details and add extra glamour or
So, you have read about my adventures and are now thinking: “I’d like a piece of this. How do I become a Drunken Slut Mum? Show me the way!” Look no further – here are eight top tips: 1. Keep your (lady) garden tidy In the 1990s it was acceptable to have a big bush
You’d never guess I was submissive to look at me. I’m your classic loud blonde, always first to the bar and last to leave, ripping the piss out of anyone that stands in my way. But there are times when I really want someone who’s going to take me in hand, tell me what they’re
Silver Bastard is the first book in Joanna Wylde’s Silver Valley series, which is a spinoff of the Reapers series. It looks to me as though there will be crossover between characters and storylines from the various motorcycle clubs, but this book still reads perfectly well as a standalone – though I suspect if you enjoyed
Each week when I do these posts of Exhibit A’s writing, I think, right this one’s my favourite. I think I really mean it this time… He calls this one faction rather than fiction. I suppose we’ll all just have to wonder how much of it is true, maybe it all is? If so, they
If I was allowed to wank, I would not be thinking about him right now. Or perhaps I would. He filled my thoughts even when I was pleasuring myself five times per day – inspired by thoughts of him. But my cunt would not be aching; my pelvis would not be pulled taut with unextinguished
“Quick!” I grab hold of his hand and practically drag him into the library toilets. This isn’t my usual style, but I know there’s a new, large, wheelchair accessible cubicle in there that is hardly used. Right now it has our names on it. We run in and lock the door. “Get your fucking clothes
Denial is a powerful force. He has slid even deeper into my mind and in doing so, made my pelvis tight and skin hyper-sensitive. I am in no doubt that he enjoys my company as well as my body. He made that clear last night with an unplanned visit that left me heated despite being
What’s the first thing you’d think if someone said they were going to see a sex-worker? Do you imagine them driving through King’s Cross and picking up a streetwalker for £20? Or diving down an alley, walking up some dark steps to enter a red-lit, smoke-filled shadowy room where the girls line up for selection?
The day got off to its usual slow, frustrating start – the 20-month-old dawdled over his toast, throwing it on the floor when he decided he’d had enough. The seven-year-old had also let breakfast drag out, gazing at a magazine and occasionally shovelling chocolate cereal into her mouth. After running up and downstairs several times
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