I met this girl, well woman, nice tits, but her legs were something else – gorgeous, slender yet shapely. They were covered by jeans that night, and as we made out in the pub car park I wanted more than anything to touch them, to caress the length of her limbs, feel the skin between her thighs. I imagined it was going to be soft and silky like satin. Continue reading Fishnets on a Night Out
Category Archives: Fiction
Fiction by May More
Eloise ~ Part Two ~ Every Hole
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Duke is standing there, eyes fierce, mouth drawn. Before I even utter a word his fist lands on my left jaw. Continue reading Eloise ~ Part Two ~ Every Hole
Eloise ~ Part one ~ Under my skin
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
Whispered Obscenities ~ Suggestive Erotica
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 ~ Suggestive Erotica
Why should we call ourselves sinners? ~ Sinners Part 1
Warning – if you are a devout Christian, you might not want to read this fictional tale, because it may contain concepts that will offend your beliefs. Sinners prevail! Updated Decemeber 6th 2018 Continue reading Why should we call ourselves sinners? ~ Sinners Part 1
Pancakes and Story Time on TMI Tuesday 07/11/2017
Pancakes for lunch
Albert Einstein is a hero of mine. He discovered the theory of relativity. How cool is that? I was sitting on the sofa reading a book about his sex life when there was a knock on the door. The rain was lashing down. This gorgeous guy was standing there, tool box in hand. Continue reading Pancakes and Story Time on TMI Tuesday 07/11/2017