My hunger grows, hour-by-hour, day-by-day. Only one thing can sate it now. To feast upon you. Will you let me? Will you permit me to have my way with you, to work my lustful will upon you, to vent my...
It’s seven years since I started this erotic fiction writing nonsense. I admit, I was more than a little reticent about making this the subject of a public proclamation. It’s not exactly ...
The message she sends him contains but a single line: What would you do with me if I were loaned to you for an hour or two? He reads the line over and over, narrowed gaze scouring the words, trying t...
It’s no accident that I’ve happened upon her now. Her languid form is stretched across the warm, golden sand, her café au lait skin gleaming in the last rays of sunlight. The dark, over-s...
He thinks of the promise she made to him; to fuck him into incoherence, until his thoughts are scrambled, disjointed, incomprehensible. She assures him that she can do it, that she has done it before...
The strength of my desire for you surprises me sometimes, perhaps even makes me uneasy. But what makes me more uneasy is the possibility of never feeling the warmth of your skin against mine, never f...
He told her they would need a mirror, so that they could see themselves, so that she could watch him taking her. That was when she made her confession, allowed him to see a sliver of the woman who wa...
It’s a pity you’re not going to be in Kuala Lumpur next week. ~I know. All that heat and humidity … it’s bound to be conducive to all manner of sensual thoughts. And pleasures...
The warm breeze teasing and playing with her hair, Stephanie thinks of the numbers that she could dial right now. In the end, her choice is a simple one. The obvious one, really. She punches out his ...
“You really shouldn’t be here,” she gasps, her mouth tingling, her lips still deliciously bruised by the maleness of his kiss. Even as she says the words, though, he is pressing her back ...
Feel my fingers in your hair, cara. Feel them entwine themselves in your silken tresses, in your cascade of curls; feel them grip firmly, commanding, drawing you back towards me. Feel your naked body...
Finally, she sends him the text message that tells him she won’t be able to make their assignation this evening. She presses the red ‘send’ key with a manicured finger that suddenly weighs a ton or m...
He pushes himself back from his desk in frustration, the wheels on his high backed leather chair rolling across the oak flooring, carrying him back from the impotent keyboard, the mockingly blank pag...
She has lost track of how long she has been there. Though a sliver of lucidity still exists inside her, whispering to her that it’s less than an hour since they bound her wrists and fastened th...
It’s agonising, this frustration I feel … the frustration at not being able to touch you and taste you and breathe you in, in all the ways that I’ve imagined, in all the ways that I’ve dreamed....
My new erotic fiction book – Concupiscent – is finally out and available to purchase. As usual, it’s published by Lulu.com, and is available in both print and download versions. For...
“No,” she pants. “You can’t.” He doesn’t respond to her with words. Instead, his lips continue pressing insistently against the nape of her neck, the stubble on hi...
As I mentioned a little while ago, I’ve been working on a new collection of short erotic stories. The book – Concupiscent – is close to completion, and so I thought it might be an i...
She waits. She is kneeling upon the narrow bed, elbows pressed to the wooden sill, gazing out of the half-open window into the street below. The carousing sounds of the night rise up to tempt her, bu...
Something wakes her in the dead of night. To begin with, she struggles to remember where she is. The curtains are not quite fully drawn, allowing a sliver of light to enter the room, and her questing...
She offers herself to me; on her knees, taut, shapely buttocks raised towards me for my delectation. Her elbows and knees press down into the crisp white sheets, sheets pulled tight across the marita...
He looks at his wristwatch in the semi-darkness. The glowing phosphorous hands tell him that it is 5.30am. Her train leaves in less than two hours. Beside him, the woman is lying on her back, her fac...
When I first started posting my erotic writing on-line back in April 2005, I never imagined that I’d still be doing so more than half a decade later (the actual anniversary was referred to back...
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