The Man in the Mirror

The warmth of her breasts against his back pleased him, it meant they were glowing red from the peg trail he had pulled from her only moments earlier. Each peg tied to another by thin wire making a raised crown encircling those small rosebud nipples he had bitten and sucked, pleasure and pain, His pleasure,…

Chocolate Fudge Cake

Even in his own mind he didn’t really know why he met her for the second time, one of those coffee dates spun into reality from a series of sexy exchanges and short bursts of fantasy; but there he was, hanging about the station waiting for her to arrive. She was at least easy to…

Rush Hour

This is something I wrote purely because it was in me to write it. Stemming as it did from a meeting with someone about 2 years ago, the scent of his want yet fear I can still recall to this day.    Rushing down to the tube platform you’re jostled, you catch my eye and…

Hunting

This as with most things I commit to paper, was written for someone. Deliberately short given the recipient would be reading it on a phone screen. The someone was stuck in a hotel on yet another business trip, and as can be the case in unfamiliar surroundings, unable to settle into a fantasy and cum….