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
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
“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
This story is one of my favourites and a voyeur’s dream; sensual and erotic it’s a truly fine piece of writing from Exhibit A who I introduced here six weeks ago now. I hope you enjoy it. Woken Jen winced as the floorboards creaked under her feet. Michael was downstairs in the study, tapping away on
“I just want to fuck you.” His hands had already gone to tug at his tie while he switched his weight from foot to foot to kick his shoes off. “I want to watch my cock sink into you, then I want to fuck you hard.” She was struggling to breath. The thrill of excitement
Another great piece of flash fiction from Exhibit A. A coming of age exploration – I love it. The Bookie It was dirtier, way back when. Not sleazy, exactly, but there was sort of a grubbiness to the whole place. Formica worktops, stained with God knows what, and wallpaper that actually looked better in the
It started when their toes touched. He hadn’t been sure up to that point. Gay or straight? The question had been flying around his head for weeks now. It had been tattooed at the forefront of his mind for the past half hour since they’d been sat out on his deck watching the sun go
If you’re new to this Wednesday post by Exhibit A see my introduction here. He’s in a dominant mood today and there’s some punishment about to be doled out. Enjoy. Stray Kat “Take them off.” Kathryn let my cock slip out of her mouth and propped herself up on the pillow. “Why don’t you take
I watch you work your long, hard cock. You take your time, getting into it. I give your ear a little flick with my tongue to get the involuntary shiver that you just can’t help. I smile, so sensitive, so sexy. I love watching you. There are no inhibitions between us, we’ve been together too
Here’s another impressive piece of flash fiction (delicious femdom action this time) from Exhibit A who I introduced here. His blog is a mixture of erotica and sex blogging (I reckon he’ll fit right in here!) Personally, I find his erotica extremely hot. It can be filthy, raw and edgy – or tender and sexy – that’s
Captain Hugh Wilkes drummed enthusiastically on the steering wheel of his car as he drove it up the M3 towards London. He sung loudly and tunelessly along to the song on the radio, too, but it didn’t matter. No one could hear him. He’d surprised himself by being so chilled out about the volume of
They’d been watching each other for weeks. She knew what he looked like naked: neat little nipples, smooth, nicely muscled chest, flat stomach with a delicious treasure trail running down to the light brown hairs surrounding his cock and balls. She knew his cock stood tall and high against said flat stomach. She knew how
Here’s an impressive piece of flash fiction from Exhibit A who I introduced here last week. His blog is a mixture of erotica and sex blogging (I reckon he’ll fit right in here!) Personally, I find his erotica extremely hot. It can be filthy, raw and edgy – or tender and sexy – that’s a pretty
“I haven’t had any panties on all day…” she whispered in his ear as she walked past him trailing her hand across his shoulders. “You little minx.” He murmured, slowly lowering the document he was reading. Setting it down on the hall table, he placed his briefcase on the floor. Loosening his tie he followed
So a while ago, Emily Dubberley (head honcho here at Cliterati) asked me to keep an eye out for good new erotica writers. I say new, this guy has been blogging for a couple of years, but he’s new to me. I mainly read books, but recently a few blogs have caught my eye. One
I see you. You walk in the door like you own the place. Once you catch my eye I can’t seem to look away. I take a small sip of my coffee, playing with the teaspoon, and it clatters against the wooden table top startling me. I drop my eyes. They rest on the sparkling
As intimacy develops, it becomes harder to write about. Solitude-induced thoughts are all very well put out into the world but when someone becomes more than a bit-player in your life, it feels like a betrayal to let anyone else in on your secrets. Details become precious rather than disposable. It is not your story
I am waiting. The air on my skin is warm but anticipation has pebbled my skin and tightened my nipples until they are hard, aching points. Shifting slightly on the chair, I feel the rope graze deliciously against my wrists and ankles. My head falls back as I exhale. Legs spread wide open, I can
I have never felt this way before. As I type, I can recall saying these words in the past; almost exclusively after spending all night talking with someone who became more. But this is not like that. Instead, I am experiencing something new. From our first kiss, the sex has been better than any I
I walk into our apartment to find him sat in a chair facing the window. He has taken off his suit jacket and loosened his tie. The city lights are laid out before us; he has fucked me many times pressed against that window. I know he likes the view. He turns his head towards
Lead me away from the crowd, from their prying eyes. Then take me. Possess me. On the tiles. On the chill of the bathroom floor. Bring your hands to my knees. Spread me open. Spread me shamelessly wide. Expose it all. The ebony netting encasing my slender thighs. The lattice framing the nakedly wanton sex
Tonight he would be hers. He’d been looking at her for weeks. His gaze roving over her body, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Those dark blue eyes resting on her tempting lips – glittering with want – but he still hadn’t done anything about it. Each night she’d gone home to her
The feeling was too big to hold inside. And so it was that I plied myself with drink until I was brave enough to share. I had hoped things would flow naturally. And they did – but in a way so unexpected that I am still reeling from reality. I cooked dinner, having enquired about
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