Friday 23 January 2009


We slept close together... entwined like vines wrapped around a tree, reaching for the sky. I awake early, roll over to feel your soft skin against mine. Your fast asleep, your breath soft like a kitten purring. I trace the out line of your spine, from the nape of your neck to the base- anticipating going between your thighs to the hidden depths below. Sweetly, I lay soft gentle kisses the length of your back... your start to awaken, roll over to face me. With all my skill I sweep forward and lay my lips on yours. We lie there just kissing... but my desire to rest my hand between your thighs is strong, getting stronger by the moment. Eyes shut, tongues hot-wet...sticky lips. The room is cool, the bed sheets fall away from me, I shudder with the chill, my nipples jump to attention, goose bumps cover me, I yawn- still half asleep. You brush your hand through my hair, pulling me closer to you. I need the toilet, my bladder full from the ample red wine we sank the night before. I hold my legs shut, but you try to open them. I can't wait any longer and motion to leave our bed of passion. I'm desperate to fuck you but need to pee first. With slight embarrassment, I stumble out of bed and stagger to the door, eagerly followed by you... slapping me on the arse cheeks as I almost run for the toilet. " Arrrr... the sound of relief as I empty my bladder; wiping myself and flushing the chain. You pull me into you, pushing me against the wall. Our naked flesh chilled. I drop to my knees pushing your thighs apart, fumbling for your pussie, your hands stretched out against the wall to steady yourself, your legs tremble with anticipation of what is about to happen. Looking up at you, your ample breasts bouncing above my head. I can almost taste your sex, the aroma is intoxicating. My legs folded underneath me. My arse on the cold tiled floor. My own pussie lips ...wet .. in need of fingerin.' Reaching up to pinch your nipples with one hand, I work on fingering your hole. You're shaved.... smooth to touch. Your labia .. pink. your clit hood swollen and hungry for lovin. I start to shake with the cold. You stop me what I'm doing and drag me into the shower. Turn the knob and the water quickly runs hot. The temperature is about to rise. Squeezing the shower gel into your hands, you lather my breasts, slapping it all over me, we kiss like there's no tomorrow. I get water in my eyes, soap in my mouth. Scooping the clear water into your hands you wash away the bubbles; our mouths meet, we kiss with more passion than I've ever known, our skin slippery. Reaching for the gel I smother your front, shoulders, upper back and through your thighs.. soaping your smooth pussie. You let out a loud cry as I insert two fingers right up into your sex, while using the side of my thumb, pushing my hand against your clit, my thumb gyrates from side to side. I can feel your clit swell. You drop your balance toward me. My bum once again pressing against the cold tiled wall. The sensations running through it's electric. Your soapy breasts, your erect nipples stab at my breasts. momentum racing. Your breath quickens as so does my hand. You start to shake as the orgasm rips through your body. Holding you tightly as so not to slip. My hand squelches with your juice. I open my eyes to witness you coming. Your face contorted with complete pleasure. Your flesh full of fire, your loins fed with the heat from my hand. Your legs still twitching ..... spent. Opening your eyes, you pull me towards you. Complete rapture.

Wednesday 14 January 2009


I've made a few plans for the year ahead. Some may happen while others may not. But some thing that has always given me the drive to write is to actually have my work printed, in a book-magazine.... whatever publication, I've got a few in mind. I just have get myself motivated and start the search for my dream to become reality. This would mean the world to me... for other people to read my Erotic stories, poetry etc. etc. I know I'll be in a sea of competitiveness, like a salmon swimming up stream, fighting every step of the way, getting battered on the way, but I always say that if you really REALLY want some thing in life then go out and get it, that applies to women too !!!! And I am living legend to that, I went out and got my woman, we're now together after 15 years apart. Any how wish me luck out in there in the big wild world of publication. It may take a while, but as it says on the back of my London Marathon medal ' Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm ' this was written by Ralph Waldo Emerson : Poet. I breathe erotica, women are my passion.

Saturday 10 January 2009


The touch of your hand upon my skin, goose bumps run in millions like a tidal wave breaking......I shudder. A smile broadens my grin. Your spread your legs, take my hand, and with your hand on mine, make circling movements over your pubic mound... and all this time our eyes stay-fixed; I understand your want...... your need...... your sexual desire..!!
So slowly do I make small circles around your hairy mound, the camouflage that hides your sex, the pink folds of flesh that nestle beneath the loosely curled hair. You bite your lip, slightly .. quietly scream under your breath. Reaching for your nipple, licking ... gently sucking-playing with your hunger. .... teasing. Your lying on your side, you roll to your back, legs further apart, knees bent..... easy access. Slowly, gently, I insert a finger into your sex .. now warm and juicy- lubricated with your hunger, the aroma fills my nostrils, I want to taste you my love. The touch of your hand upon my skin.. you pinch my nipple hard as I enter your cunt; squelching and wet ...' Oh 'so wet! Dragging your hands through my hair, jerking my head backwards and devouring my mouth. Tongues dart in and out,saliva dribbling down our chins, the chase is on. My own desire is awakened, eager to please you but wanting to come too. Taking my hand away from you mouth, still rubbing your clit; I make reach for my own sex, ' stop.. ' your whisper, replacing my hand with yours, we're know rubbing each others sex, feeding the hunger. I look up to you, our eyes fixed. Squelching pussies in time. Legs wrapped together. Thrusting my groin in time with your hand, trying to concentrate on your sex. 'Quicker' I whisper, as I do .. my hand moves in time with yours. I can feel my clit starting to throb, this hunger that we have awakened .... to feed our souls. Two body's cuffed together by love. Every inch of my flesh is rising to your touch. Our nipples are so erect; swollen ... hot buds of flesh, like a flower opening in spring, reaching for the sun for the first time. The more I fuck you, the more I want to be fucked. Bite my lips, seize the moment, ' Oh god ' the pain is exquisite. You're coming, your voice shaking, out of control. I too can feel the power of my orgasm rip through my being like nothing I've ever experienced before, I try to control my own orgasm, doing my best to make you cum. Fingers still circling, hot and wet, juices flowing. You're riding my hand, your knees pointing north, total abandonment written all over your face. A trickle of sweat between your ample breasts, tracing the out line of your mouth with my free hand. At the point of no return you scream like a pan chi ...
Thrashing subsided, you lie beside me motionless. I watch your every breath, your stomach rising and falling; our gorgeous breasts rising and falling. You lie there staring at the ceiling...... our bodies spent, a chill runs over me, like the tidal wave before. I pull the duvet over us .... You fall asleep in my arms. I lay a gentle kiss upon your cheek ..and whisper ' I love you ..' eyes still shut.. you smile.

Sunday 4 January 2009

Heat of the night

Big Ben strikes twelve, the chink of champagne glasses as they clash together. I smile at you, you return the smile, with a glint in your eye. I wrap my arms around you, pressing my breasts against yours, you release a quiet moan of appreciation. I take you by the hand and lead you to the bedroom. I stumble over the pile of Christmas presents still on the floor, not having put them away yet. We laugh, cut short by my mouth engaging in yours, hot juicy tongues doing the tango. I run circles around the out line of your nipples, they're erect in no time. We find the edge of the bed and I sit you down. Your expression's foggy with passion. Your breath's short and laboured, the heat rising. I part your thighs- running my hands the length of your legs from your ankles to your groin. You sway form side to side. My hands shaking, shaking with the want to finger your damp pussie, the want to lay my tongue the length of your clitoris, the need to kiss you from head to foot and every inch in between. Fumbling to unfasten the zipper, your hand steadies mine. The sound of metal teeth on fabric; easing your arse out of the jeans, sliding the garment down your legs away across the bedroom floor. I trace the out line of your knicks, your hands on my shoulders, your eyes fixed on mine. I can see the need in your face, the want to be fucked, the need to be kissed and caressed all over. I want to taste your juices, lavish in your orgasm, take to the stars and beyond.
The perfume of your flesh awakens my senses. Sinking my mouth into your pubic hair,through the fabric of your lacy knicks, blowing hot air, sucking on the way out, pulling the skin of your clitoris back through the lace, Oh my god you're so hot..
Your groaning with pleasure, thrashing your head from side to side. Gently, slowly but with hastened speed I push my index finger down the side of your left leg, yanking the fabric away, plunging my tongue into your pussie, your soaking wet hungry pussie. I start to masturbate you, rubbing your clit from side to side with one hand; reaching up to you naked breasts with the other hand; squeezing them, pinching your buds of pink flesh, you squeal in abundance. Your body starts to shiver, shake. Your muscles throbbing, twitching, the earthquake is about to erupt. My finger moves faster, soaking wet with your juice. Your arms above your head, sprawled out, fists of iron as you ride the orgasm that has taken hold of your soul. I release my hand form your exhausted soaking wet clitoris, the aroma of sex lingers on the bed sheet, my hands aching; my clit in desperate need. I pull my pants to one side, sink my fingers in and with-in seconds I'm wasted on your lap, my legs thrashing about, my juices over flowing; I scream as loud as I can. Tears roll down my face. We lie there motionless together on the bed. You turn your head to mine, bringing your hand to my cheeks, tracing the out line on my lips, I suck your thumb, gently biting it, letting you know.... letting you see... you wipe the tears from my cheek. The heat of your kiss, the warmth of your lips, the scent of your body.... I whisper in your ear
" Happy New Year.. " and your reply..." Happy New Year to you too my lover.."