In an empty room

The Man has been working day and night fixing, cleaning, redecorating and restoring an old house. It is dusty, bare and there is no furniture. He is dishevelled and tired, wearing paint-splattered clothes and probably has splinters and flakes of paint up his nails. But still, he retains the inner glow and magnetism that leaves

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Artistic licence

When I casually suggested The Man took up life drawing classes, naïve though it sounds, I had no idea that I was going to be his model. After all, at the time we had not had sex or been alone together for months. I had an eight-month-old baby so had been pretty tied up with

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Erotica: Spring Awakening (Part Five)

She is rapidly infiltrating my mind, deeper than I ever thought I would allow her to. Our flirtatious messages have descended into ever-more-honest confessions of twisted desires and graphic, darkly filthy imaginings. Or rather, ascended. Where once, she was titillation, now she is becoming an inspiration: to impress her with my work as much as

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On the (school) run

I walk briskly through the school gates, my head down, trying to avoid eye contact with any of the parents waiting outside. I also try not to stand too close to anyone, just in case they smell that I’ve recently downed two or three glasses of red wine. I tuck a bedraggled strand of hair behind

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Public Property

I’m sure you’ve heard by now about Angelina Jolie’s double mastectomy; because she inherited a faulty gene from her mother she has a much higher chance than other women of eventually developing breast (87%) and ovarian (50%) cancer, and decided to have the breast tissue removed so as to prevent it before it could start. 

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Erotica: Popping My Girl-Cherry by Blacksilk

This is the real life true tale of Blacksilk’s first time experience of sex with a woman in her own words. It was a fair while ago now, but the somewhat innocent exploration speaks for itself… We were shy, both of us. But she was pretty. Prettier than in the photos in fact, if a

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In an empty room

The Man has been working day and night fixing, cleaning, redecorating and restoring an old house. It is dusty, bare and there is no furniture. He is dishevelled and tired, wearing paint-splattered clothes and probably has splinters and flakes of paint up his nails. But still, he retains the inner glow and magnetism that leaves

Continue reading »

Artistic licence

When I casually suggested The Man took up life drawing classes, naïve though it sounds, I had no idea that I was going to be his model. After all, at the time we had not had sex or been alone together for months. I had an eight-month-old baby so had been pretty tied up with

Continue reading »