"He likes to make your acquaintance, he likes a hug and he loves to be kissed."
Ahem. Are you listening? I could write all day about orgasms. Most women are fortunate enough to have experienced most sorts, and we’re as females lucky that we have so many to choose from. But let’s pay tribute to the...
"From my imagination folks!"
“What? You say with a smile as I adjust the pillows and prop myself to look at you. There’s a lot to be said without words don’t you know and if this works, if you can understand what I’m saying...
“I dreamt about you again last night!” I tell you. The part I fail to mention is that it wasn’t a dream about us sucking each other dry, it was a sweet dream with no real objective, we were just...
"Just a bit of fun."
Real life isn’t perfect, Real men aren’t perfect, they don’t always have giant penises and a rock solid hard on to be proudly waved in front of your face and therefore sometimes there are less than perfect stories. This is...
MatrimonyShe sleeps, her face a picture painted by the sweet dreams that have her undivided attention.She smiles and he wonders as he watches her, what she might have to smile about, perhaps it is he.He strokes her soft cheek as...
"A Raw one."
“You filthy little cunt” You say and a small part of my mind considers whether I actually like being called a cunt or whether it’s just the tone you’re using to talk down to me. I say down because I’m...
"Another soft one.. from my dreams"
If you could paint yourself a lover, what quirks would you give them? You wouldn’t paint them perfect or would you?Did you ever dream about your soul mate and did you make a mental note of what it was that...
"Another sweet one.. sort of."
“Do you think there’s something wrong with me?”“Maybe” you say and smile.“I never used to be this twisted, my mind is in decline”.I tell you and you smile again before kissing me hard on the mouth. You suck my bottom...
"A sweet one.."
The window is open and the persistent rain a friend of mine pelts on the world outside, the wind blows the curtain inwards and howls around the dark lonely Christmas night, but it isn’t lonely in here, not any more...