"Do I own the boots or do they own me?"
October 2012. Zipping up the cool leather boots to within an inch of my knee always sent a delicious shiver racing up my spine. It wasn’t just the temperature of the soft material against my bare flesh, it was what...
"Surrendering to an afternoon of filthy, uninhibited sex"
April 2014. Hotels unleash the inner me,On tangled sheets we writhe.Licks, caresses, teeth and tongue,Descend, submerge, then dive. Map my surface, inch by inch,Explore my honey hive. Tumbling nectar coats your length,As wantonly I plead.Kneeling, bucking, spanks and groans,Epitomise my...
"Reinterpreting the role of the holiday siesta."
September 2011. He was in my dreams again. Always the same muscular body, lightly glistening as he towered over my naked form. Appraising me? Wordlessly judging me? Wanting me? It was hard to tell. His poise and the self-congratulatory manner...
"Exploring the guilty pleasures of another woman in a lonely city."
Biologically speaking there’s not a great deal of difference between the mouths of men and women. It was simply the way she used hers that made me melt. Unhurried at the outset, delicately picking up the pace to heighten my...
"Attempting to control my debauched inner vixen in the heat of the moment"
Sometimes I wish She would not surface. I long to control Her, to be able to keep the cork firmly in its bottle despite the dark pressure, and only release my dirty genie when, and if, it suits me. Just...
"The perfect exposure on Eurostar."
July 2011. In all my travels, the Paris Metro is one of my favourite transport systems. Whether whizzing across to breathtaking views of La Tour Eiffel or hopping up to Anvers to marvel at the gleaming Sacré Cœur and bustling...
"The perfect exposure on Parisian public transport."
It was still early when we reached Paris: too early to check into the hotel near Gare de L’est, so we picked up a carnet, ditched our bags at the station and went sightseeing. Being just the right side of...
"The perfect end to a day of exhibitionism."
The luggage only just made it through the door ahead of us before it was forgotten. I wriggled out of my sandals and flung them in the doorless wardrobe as Adam hopped on one foot removing his second shoe, then...
"Learning never to bet sex on a tennis final"
7th July 2013. Oh damn you dear Murray, you owe meThe Wimbledon atmosphere merryAdam and IAre watching you tryFor first British champ since Fred Perry “Let’s make it a game,” suggests AdamThe concept seems rather enticingPimms over iceIs out in...
"Watching a couple from a hotel window."
May 2007. It's late. I'm pacing my hotel room, the repetitive padding of my small feet against the soft carpet the only sound, waiting for the tell-tale signs of sex from either of the neighbouring rooms. As usual I'm horny...