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Claudia Incarnata...Part II

Claudia experiences more of the mysteries of her grandmother's house.

  How oft we saw the sun retire, And burn the threshold of the night, Fall from his ocean lane of fire, And sleep beneath his pillar’d light! - Tennyson, The Voyage. Carlo stayed with Claudia at Tintamare for a week. Far from being an idle houseguest, he insisted upon cleaning, cooking and performing whatever household chores she would allow him to do. At first, this seemed to...Read On

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The Slave Princess Part 1

A tale of sorcery, savagery, mystery and romance in an imagined world.

The sword says swiftly What the brush takes time to say. As the years go by, The sword’s words are forgotten While the brush’s words live on. - The Canticle of Menkeret. ……………………………………………….. The ropes dig into my wrists but I feel no pain. I face the setting sun across a boundless sapphire sea but I am only vaguely conscious of the marvelous beauty before me. I am naked...Read On

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Claudia Incarnata...Part V

Claudia finds out more of the mystery that surrounds her beautiful home, Tintamare

  Being greatly stirred, I turn to where I heard That whisper in the night; And there a breath of light Shines like a silver star. - Urbiciani, Canzonetta c. 1250 AD   Claudia beamed a smile of satisfaction as she took her seat in the courtyard of the Accademia di Santa Cecilia. Moments before, an usher had guided her to the middle of the third row; a prime position...Read On

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Claudia Incarnata Part VIII

The concluding chapter of the mystery of Tintamare, wherein all is revealed.

The Moon, who from the hilltop streams On each white face and throat her beams, The song-enchanted fellows send Their chords of gold Rippling beyond time’s end. - Robert Graves, Music at Night .   It was a door. But a door like no other. Moments before, it had appeared miraculously at the sound of her voice and now Claudia continued to stand looking at it, mutely,...Read On

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Techno Aphrodite

Inspired by the mystique and sophistication of Stephanie, our very own beautiful Feline Fantasy.

“DJ Stephanie…is DJ Stephanie doing a set here tonight?” “Ah Stephanie, no, no. Tomorrow, nine o’clock. You come back then.” Mick smiled and blinked hard as he looked at the man’s glistening, dark brown eyes. Eyes set into a hairy, brown Aegean face that was framed by the dazzlingly white wall beyond. The man had moments ago emerged from a square, black door at the top of a short flight...Read On

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The Slave Princess...Chapter 8

Kayla ascendant !

  Although the desert sands stretch far Beyond the silent, pale horizon, Their immensity is as nothing To the new-born damselfly. For fear and anguish are to her unknown, Above the desert’s vastness all alone. - The Canticle of Menkeret.   We are captives; bound and almost blind, Jaano and I, and virtually helpless. Our captors are not unknown to me; they are the minions of Darrakhai....Read On

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Butterscotch Part 4

She was the woman of his dreams so much more............

  10:00 pm   So there we both were on the London Underground; our faces luridly painted, our bodies clad in black satin and lace, in leather and tartan, in silver and steel. I had never looked like that in my life but since having met Tamsin, my life had changed. I had learned to live for the moment, to dwell in the present, to savour its possibilities and to delight in the full range...Read On

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Butterscotch Part 5 - The House of Ariadne

She was the woman of his dreams and so much more.

  Diverting her attention momentarily from the road, Tamsin smiled at me . I had seen that smile before; it was full of comfort and reassurance. Not that I needed to be reassured but life with Tamsin was full of surprises and it had become increasingly obvious to me that she felt she always needed to prepare me for the next one. The last one had come the night before, at the close of...Read On

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The Slave Princess......Part 4

The continuing adventures of Kayla the Sorceress in the land of the Darrakhai.

Darkness and silence, Anguish and loneliness Reign in my cloistered heart. I am the sea’s foundling, The orphan of the winds And Nature’s long-lost child. -The Canticle of Menkeret. The Lady Itelyssia, wife of our master Lord Heshuzius, may not be the most intelligent, beautiful or dynamic of women; neither is she particularly pragmatic or imaginative, but she does exhibit a degree of...Read On

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A Goddess In Leather

Homage to the Goddess, tribute to the Muse.

  We met on the dusty crossroads, Of a nameless, silent town, A place by fate forsaken When the full moon wore a frown.   She was a leather goddess, An exile from the abyss With eyes of living fire And sweet venom in her kiss.   Her lips the colour of fury, Her skin, in the manner of old: White as the billowing towers Of cloud...Read On

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Nocturne

A samurai, far from home, looks at the moon and thinks of his beloved.

  Although the night divides us And I am far from you,  You do have one companion, The moon, within your view. Serene she glows above you And watches while you sleep, I tell her that I love you, Imploring that she keep Her gentle hand upon you And bathe you in her light Until the sun, returning, Restores you to my sight, My love, my gentle fire, My...Read On

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Sonnet On a Journey

Strange what little things you find at the bottom of old boxes when you tidy up...

Sonnet On a Journey   Be still O rolling waves and hear The happy telling of my love, And you frail craft that homeward steer, Let go the driving winds above! Now all you brethren of the sea, Stay a while and follow me For what I tell is true and wise, It cleaves even stone asunder! Love is the light that tints the skies, Truth is love’s glorious thunder. And though...Read On

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Rose

Inspired by the erotic art of Lucinda Lyons.

Fair Rose of all seasons; Long enamored of you, The sun searches the daytime Then searches anew, Vainly hoping to snare you In his gossamer light. The stars in their towers All relish the sight Of your dark eyes gleaming And the glint of your smile. Forsaking the heavens, They sail for a while Close to a heart - all knowing, Close to a soul of flame, As the breezes caress you ...Read On

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Her Portrait

Inspired by the work of Lucinda Lyons with a nod to Swinburne.

In a chamber suffused with emotion By the light of innumerable dawns, In a house betwixt forests and ocean, Where the briar rose bristles with thorns; There hangs her portrait in splendour, In mystic silence, forsaken, unknown, In lines both violent and tender And colours of thunderous tone. Her eyes bespeak wisdom and knowing, Her face; enigmatic and ever serene ...Read On

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Ode to Night

A poem inspired by making love under the moon and stars.

  Unfathomed night; thou conduit of dreams, Veiled sister of the lucid day, For thee I long, for thee I wait And for thy favour pray! Come and spread thy silken cloak upon me, No other raiment will I wear But thy ethereal garment Of darkness and sweet air! O goddess of soft, unhurried hours, Mistress of warm and whispered love, Guardian...Read On

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Janina

Homage to Leonard Cohen.

At a club she greets her lovers, Though they do not know her face; It’s easy to recognize her, She’s the girl seduced by base. Although they’ve never met her And seldom ask her name, They’re gentle, kind and giving As they fan her inmost flame. Her veins soon fill with fire, There’s laughter on her lips, White powder in her nostrils And blood on her fingertips. ...Read On

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She Reclines

A poem about one of those beauties glimpsed by night that will haunt us forever.

  Once, in the realm of sweet oblivion; That vast empire of half forgotten dreams, I saw a girl with eyes of pale vermillion Dancing amidst the soft moonbeams.   Upon the pure and silken sands she danced; Her feet kissed gently by the breaking waves, Holding the breeze in awe, the stars above entranced, Making all mortal men her slaves.   ...Read On

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Smokinhott

Dedicated To Lisa

Lisa, Lisa how the fires In my body burn! In the city, after hours, Every time I turn, There I see you, looking sassy In the evening light, Sipping cocktails by the water In your skirt so slight, Black and silky, sequined, shiny, Finer than a dream! Take another sip now baby, Generate some steam! Next I meet you on my corner In the neon glow; ...Read On

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Sonnet for Haysi

Dedicated to the beautiful and sexy Haysi.

  Sweetly scented summer flowers Fill my sleepless, silent hours With their whispered, honeyed stories That tell of love and all its glories. One night the flowers spoke of you; They told of beauty shining through The gloom filled byways of the night With clear epiphanies of light, Of dreaming eyes and luscious lips, Of gorgeous breasts and...Read On

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Sonnet for the Nymph

Dedicated to Kayla

  O nymph, o goddess of the shore, Let the sun’s light last a moment more, That I may, for a moment’s space, Admire the beauty of your face, That I may gaze into your eyes, Where the fire of your passion lies, That I may see your tousled locks Framed here against the sea washed rocks. O let me watch a moment more The tender features I adore. ...Read On

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Lucia

Dedicated to Lucia

  Lucia shakes her hair of raven hue; Those silky Tuscan tresses that the sun adores. They dance about her shoulders in the breeze And revel in her honey scented way. Each step she takes adorns the view And every gesture lends her charm to all. Her touch is living flame, her winsome eyes beguile, As supple shoulders catch the morning light. Each day I see her grace...Read On

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Laetitia

For Laetitia, beaute des beautes.

  O beautiful Laetitia, Your form by Nature made, Lovelier than the flowers That grace a summer glade, What sweet and tender torture It is to see your eyes, Though only in an image; My heart they crystallize And shatter it as surely As steel must vanquish glass. O merciless Laetitia, My torments never pass! Mellifluous as music, Your name is joy enshrined; ...Read On

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Always

To Always, as mysterious as she is beautiful.

In exquisite abandon I feast my eyes on you; Your skin of golden honey, Your eyes of boundless blue. In curves of sweet proportion And lines of pure delight You glow with burning passion Though locked in deepest night. O rich and subtle beauty, Articulate and true; In lust and admiration I write these lines to you And in some quiet moment, With soul and spirit free Pour yourself a...Read On

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Behind Your Door

A glimpse is all it takes...............

  Each night, in silent splendor, I see you shut your door And for a span of hours The world sees you no more; No more will you enrapture Each crowded city street, No eye will watch you passing, No heart will miss a beat. Only your door will witness, Only your lamp will see And together praise your beauty, Each night unfailingly. While I, in silent longing, ...Read On

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Sonnet for You

Dedicated to all of you.

I watch the clouds drift slowly by, To leave behind an empty sky; A vast canvas of boundless blue On which I paint a scene of you. The fiery you; the shining sun, The glowing moon, with these you’re one, The tender you; soft as a sigh, With burning passion in your eye, The smiling you, with rosy lips, With gentle hands and fingertips, The speaking you; all intellect; ...Read On

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The Thousand Faced

Of love found, of love lost, of love found again.

I see you in the aethereal light And in the deep solemnity of night, Goddess of a thousand names and faces, Ruling over many times and places. I often pass you on the streets by day But only seldom do you glance my way. You hide behind unblinking, glacial eyes, Out on those city streets when in disguise. Yet I know your smile and your tender kiss, I have watched your...Read On

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O Spirit, My Lover

Dedicated to Sweetness, the spirit of which I speak.

Fiendish winds and unrelenting rains Assail my oaken door With icy hands and iron chains, They chill me to my core And mar the solemn peace of midnight, Veiling the autumn moon. Without the gentle moonlight Despair descends, too soon. Lining my inner chamber, Old volumes of arcane lore Full of mystery and wonder; Such stuff as I adore. But one book of mine is like no other; It is a...Read On

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Of Rim Jobs and Roses

For Dancing_Doll, inspired by her wisdom, wit and beauty.

  Lithe limbs that only a dancer possesses, A heart glowing with passion and fire, Golden hair that flows and caresses, Eyes alight with fervent desire; By the light of sweet candles and embers Your body calls me, it speaks and commands, It yearns for my own, it remembers The homage of lips and of hands. Now I give you words supple and tender That my tongue slowly...Read On

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Empire of the Heart

    Cling to my heart my lover Through all the hours of night And together let us battle Against the dawning light. Armed with fragrant garlands, Arrayed in naked steel, O how we’ll thrust and parry And with a kiss we’ll seal Our articles of empire In a glittering embrace When the union of our kingdoms Will bring us face to face, And from...Read On

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Omnia Vincit Amor

Love conquers all.

  Each day, by the dawn’s light I greet you, I smile as you approach from afar; The rabble thinks you only a woman But I know you for the nymph that you are. Your words are as pearls from the ocean, Your breath, soft as a breeze on the sea, The world is aglow with your beauty, You are the life and the soul within me. What is gold, what are gems before you? But commonplace...Read On

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Longing

  Dear heart that beats next to my own, Whose pulse I feel when all alone; Where in the silence of the night Do your eyes glow with hidden light? Where among the moon’s gentle tears Does your own weeping fill the ears Of the uncaring winds above Who cry but know not pain or love? O where are you that I might know Where my poor entreaties go? I ask you as though I ask the sea: Why...Read On

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Reflections

Of love the world never grows weary, Though long ages wax only to wane; The eagle will fly from her eyrie But always alight there again. Cold winters yield to the springtime, Blooms flourish where once there was snow, The setting sun and the clock chime Will see the exalted laid low! The moon caresses Earth’s waters, The dawn makes away with the dew, The bee queen’s...Read On

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As Twilight Tide Draws Nigh

A story of love and loss in the last days of World War II

Josef awoke, and soon realized that it was early and that today he was on duty. Already bright sunlight was streaming in through his window. He loved this time of day; so fresh, so full of opportunity and promise. As he lay there he caught the faint smell of lavender coming from somewhere. “Was it aftershave?” he wondered. Perhaps one of the officers from a nearby room had received a...Read On

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The Slave Princess. Part 3

The continuing adventures of Kayla the sorceress.

  A dragonfly’s wing Rolling amongst brittle leaves; A plaything of the wind, That uncouth and awkward child.   -          The Canticle of Menkeret.       “Menkeret is a kindly god. He is lord of all mysteries, certainly, and the source of all magic, but he is a benevolent deity foremost of all. Invoke him in your hour of need. He is the door of all subtleties...Read On

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The Slave Princess....Part 5

Kayla the Sorceress in the land of the Darrakhai.

Waking, I wonder; What raiment does the breeze wear On this first day of spring? A fine spun, fragrant mantle Borrowed from the swaying blooms! - The Canticle of Menkeret. Night. I lie in my pallet and, as is now my custom, I listen closely to the nocturnal sounds of the house of Heshuzius. But, after an hour or so of this, my mind inevitably wanders to former times, to the...Read On

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A Holiday in Crete

An extract from my novel, Only Silence Speaks Her Name.

This is a chapter from a novel I've been writing, on and off for the last few years. Whilst writing it I happened to discover my penchant for writing porn............. Please leave a comment to tell me what you think and I'll think about finishing the novel. As glistening spume is blown ashore, as bubbles glow in all five colours of the rainbow, as mussel shells are bright with mother...Read On

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Claudia Incarnata...Part VII

Claudia comes closer to unravelling the mystery of Tintamare.

At last methought that I had wander’d far In an old wood; fresh washed in coolest dew, The maiden splendours of the morning star Shook in the steadfast blue. - Tennyson. Like the delicate notes that open a violin sonata; each element of the morning combined before her eyes to form a beautiful picture. It was a marvelous tableau of sound, of light, of aroma and of timeless...Read On

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A.S.C. 1690

Belinda's life is changed forever one day in Brooklyn.

“Excuse me.” Belinda turned to see the pleasant, broadly smiling face of an old woman. She smiled back. “You dropped something dear,” the woman said quietly. “Oh?” “Yes, I think it was a postage stamp. Stamps are quite expensive you know, you should look after them.” “No, I don’t think I have any stamps,” Belinda replied shyly. “Well you definitely dropped something that looked like...Read On

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Claudia Incarnata....Part VI

The mystery of Tintamare is brought into sharper focus.

  What art thou… that fearest not the sea? - Moschus of Syracuse , Europa.   The Indo-European thunder god, like most of his kin, goes by various names; in Sanskrit he is Rudra The Howler , in the Norse sagas he is called Thor, in Italy proper under Rome he was called Jupiter. But in the Sicily of classical antiquity he went by a more primordial name; Zeus. As Zeus Brontios, ...Read On

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Claudia Incarnata...Part IV

The mystery of Claudia's beautiful new house on the shores of the Mediterranean deepens

  Hast thou heard the butterflies What they say betwixt their wings? Or in stillest evenings With what voice the violet woos To his heart the silver dews? - Tennyson, Adeline.   Claudia awoke and saw that the sun was already well above the horizon. The view from her bedroom window was of a cloudless azure sky and a sea more tranquil than any she had yet seen. It was...Read On

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Claudia Incarnata...Part III

Claudia inherits her grandmother's house and all its mysteries.

Day dispossesses day; Moons hurry to be born And race to their decay. - Horace, Odes.   L’Accademia di Santa Cecilia di Agrigento… 11am. “Ah yes, here it is.” Claudia smiled as she read the polished brass plaque to the right of the heavy iron door. The door was nestled in an old arched stone doorway in a quiet side street off Agrigento’s Via Atena. The sheer scale of...Read On

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Claudia Incarnata...Part I

Claudia is heir to her grandmother's house and all of its mysteries.

  The ethereal power pursues souls to the sea, the sea spits them up onto the threshold of the earth, the earth into the light of the bright sun and the sun hurls them into the whirling ether. - Empedocles of Akragas (5 th Century BCE) The first thing that you noticed about Claudia was that she was beautiful. Hers was a refined, sophisticated beauty and at its heart lay, an...Read On

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Desire

A poem aboutthe good old One-Night-Stand.

Behold, all around you; Eyes eloquent but mute, Searching, staring, longing, Unable to refute Their consuming hunger, The undying fire That burns and keeps on burning In the prison called Desire!   Each night somewhere they gather, The so-called unattached And there rehearse in silence The lies that they have hatched. With...Read On

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Butterscotch Part 1

She was the woman of his dreams and so much more.

  “I ordered butterscotch,” she said, in a voice that sounded like she was unaccustomed to speaking over the meaningless noise of other people. It was a refined, educated voice but it was a voice that gave the impression that its possessor might have been more comfortable communicating in whispers. An English voice; not remarkable in London , and certainly pleasant to listen...Read On

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Butterscotch Part 2

She was the woman of his dreams and so much more.

  I hugged her as she wrapped her arms firmly around my shoulders. I then felt her legs clench around me and she rested her head against my chest. I slipped my hands under her thighs and picked her up; fully appreciating what supple, long legs she had. As I took her to the bedroom, my still hard cock bounced joyfully up against her wet pussy. There was something deeply satisfying...Read On

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The Slave Princess Part 2

A tale of mystery, sorcery and romance from an imagined world.

Morose and unkind, Unfeeling, unheeding, blind; The winds laugh and moan; Unknowing, unknown. - The Canticle of Menkeret ***************************** Night. I am alone in my cell in the house of Heshuzius. I am one of his possessions; a thing to be used, like a ladle. Or so he thinks. But I am no ladle, I am a sword, I am a rod of iron. Heshuzius does not know me, nor do any...Read On

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The Slave Princess....Part 6.

The continuing adventures of Kayla the sorceress in the land of the Darrakhai.

Weaving in her cloister, While the angry winds conspire; The spider takes no heed Of all their noise and mischief And their empty, sullen words. - The Canticle of Menkeret. A bead of sweat rolls down between my breasts. I catch it and taste its saltiness. It is the salt of me, the salt of my blood, the blood of the Mentrassa. To me; a woman in the bonds of captivity and...Read On

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The Slave Princess..... Chapter 7

The Continuing adventures of Kayla the sorceress in the land of Darrakhai.

  The moon watches us From between white autumn clouds. So silent and serene is she, That I hold you close my lover, Lest you fall beneath her spell. - The Canticle of Menkeret Jaano’s smile is deliciously charming and the merest hint of it gives me great joy. He is like a boy who has suddenly found himself tall enough to pluck a choice summer pomegranate. But perhaps that smile of his...Read On

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Butterscotch Part 3

She was the woman of his dreams and so much more.

Friday 6:30 pm   Drinks with the lads was great; a weekly rite of relaxation and male bonding. But all good things should come to an end. Not that the employees of   the respected law firm of Marmaduke, Daintree and Partners ever let their Friday drinking get out of hand, but the time inevitably came to call it a day and to say good night.   After the lads had bid me goodbye,...Read On