Another Hot August Night

The woman lies naked on her bed, the cool air from the pedestal fan brushing over her body as she strokes her nipples langorously. The dream had been so vivid, so sensual, and she has woken up in the early hours with a heavy throbbing between her legs. The heat and humidity has made her … Continue reading Another Hot August Night

A Sinful Sunday Question

Flying solo but really fancying some kinky play, I attempted to quell the urge by setting up a few fun toys for a photo-shoot. Unsurprisingly, that wasn't quite enough to leave me 'quelled' though, and certain, erm, events transpired, which have left me pondering a deep philosophical question of supreme importance ever since. Namely, ... … Continue reading A Sinful Sunday Question

Digital Dominator

Slide into my psyche with your sweet, sugared words. Tell me what you want, through teasing talk and tempting tales. Make me ache, and pulse, and throb, and moan, as you torture me with the images you plant in my mind. Images of heaving breasts, of glistening cocks and trembling thighs. Images of writhing bodies, … Continue reading Digital Dominator

Monday Morning Delirium

"I want to watch you masturbate," he whispered into my ear, his warm lips glancing against the lobe before teasing it with his tongue and nipping sensuously with his teeth. My nipples hardened immediately, and I could feel the hot blush rise in my cheeks. He pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose, … Continue reading Monday Morning Delirium

Ace of Wands

(*NSFW) Thrumming and throbbing, the Wand vibrated against my mound as I used my free hand to grasp at my breast, kneading the flesh and pinching the nipple into a rosy, puckering peak. Goosebumps pimpled the circumference of the areola, the skin pulling taut and tense. Pinwheels of iridescent light dancing behind closed eyelids, I … Continue reading Ace of Wands

Crimson Peek

The launch party had wound down now. Thank God. He hated these damn things. Dull as fuck, full of preening sychophants and social climbers. Aside from the free booze, he could see very little point to these kinds of schmooze-fests, and frankly resented being forced to attend. But his publishers insisted on throwing the bloody … Continue reading Crimson Peek