I found a really retro-old-fashioned, incredibly sexy dress, in a charity shop. I knew he would love it; being practically backless with a low cut neckline. It is shiny and lurid, with a flamenco-style split, keeping a stocking top on show. Perfect to wear when you are being a dirty bitch for your man. Continue reading Such a Dirty Bitch Deserves to be Whipped and Scratched
I open the door and Duke is standing there, eyes fierce, mouth drawn. Before I even utter a word his fist lands on my left jaw. I stumble backwards and he takes a step forward swinging his other hand at my nose. Continue reading Eloise ~ Part one ~ Under my skin
Christmas is a tricky time of year for different reasons. Past memories can trigger a good or bad emotional reaction. Or you may not like the seasonal weather. Personally, I must admit to being somewhat sad. Continue reading Here it is Merry Christmas or are you Sad?
I’d seen him a few weeks before – we had a mutual friend. It was then he’d caught my eye – his were dark and brooding. Tonight I chose to sit next to him. Someone began to place the drinks down on our large table and we all took our respective tipple. I felt a little dazed as I could smell him. Not an aftershave or cologne, him. I could smell his body, his sex, his love of life and women. My heart involuntarily beat faster. Continue reading Whispered Obscenities on a Festive Night Out
Tied up with scarves and stockings
“Why don’t you sit down over there,” he says, distracting me from fiddling with my stockings.
He points to the sofa a few feet away from the table where we are sitting. I do as he tells me and he places a candle on the cabinet next to my seat, to light my face, sits down opposite and looks intently at me without saying a word. Continue reading Stockings, ripped shirts and observations ~ Real life erotica
This post has been waiting to be written for a long time but another idea would pop into my head and it would get put aside. When I saw the prompt Memory Lane for Wicked Wednesday I knew it was now time – time for my first boyfriend, and his bucket list, to be immortalised on my blog. Continue reading My First Boyfriend’s Bucket List of Sexual Activities
Reflecting back in time ~ The Celts lived 2,000 years ago in the areas that are now Ireland, the United Kingdom and northern France. The origins of Halloween date back to the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain. Halloween marked the end of the harvest season and the beginning of winter. The Celts believed that the change of seasons was a bridge between the world of the living and the dead. Continue reading Reflecting Back ~ Haunting Truth, Stranger Than Fiction.
When I was fourteen I discovered a stash of dirty magazines under my brother’s bed. He was older than me and went off to work at 7 am. In that precious hour before school, I sought to educate myself in lusty matters. One story I found fascinating involved a woman giving a man a handjob. It included such topics as how to rub the shaft and droplets of pre-cum. I wasn’t even sure if I knew what a shaft was. Continue reading Giving a Good Handjob Requires Skill and Enthusiasm