While I tinker with my new microphone, and get the hang of this audio lark, you can enjoy / be subjected to me reading you some of my work. These three poems are from "Poe-rotica: 101 Saucy and Erotic Poems", which you can purchase at amazon (click the link below/ in the sidebar) or, if … Continue reading Audio: Three Poems from Poe-rotica
It was the smell of her perfume that first drew me in. Standing beside her in the lift, the waft of Chanel No. 5 rose in my nostrils. Faint, soft, classic, accompanied by the memory of my mother dressed up to the nines, dabbing scent behind her earlobes, the inside of her wrists, between her … Continue reading Her Perfume
Hey there, my lovely Lair-ies. My new article, "The E-Erotica Revolution and the Hidden World of Female Sexual Arousal is now available at The Big Fling. Head on over there now by clicking the link above or the image below. 🌹 Love, Jupiter x 💋
Rage. It makes me see red. I don't know where it's coming from, what underground source of anger that's been simmering away inside me for god knows how long has suddenly boiled over, erupting like Krakatoa, making my whole body vibrate. I am spoiling for a fight. For a feud. For a fuck. An angry, … Continue reading Hostile Takeover
I'm delighted to let you know that I have a new fiction story published on LELO's Volonté blog today, Hunger. Go visit Volonté by clicking the link above or the image below, and enjoy a hot masturbation scene with a bit of erotomanic fetish fantasy. Let your finger do the walking.....
From the half-lit corner of Hannah's bedroom, I watch as the handsome young man cups her pert breasts, licking the coffee-coloured peaks of her nipples. She moans his name- "Tony, oh Tony"- as his agile tongue flickers back and forth, his teeth nip, and his full lips draw her teats into his mouth to suckle. … Continue reading The Third Party
As soon as we'd checked in and taken the lift up to our room on the top floor, he had poured us both a glass of the prosecco that was waiting for our arrival. We'd barely finished that first glass when he'd wound his free arm around my waist and pulled me close to him. … Continue reading The Tights That Bind