October 2012. Zipping up the cool leather boots to within an inch of my knee always sent a delicious shiver racing up my spine. It wasn’t just the temperature of the soft material against my bare flesh, it was what it symbolised; what it made me. It made...
April 2014. Hotels unleash the inner me,On tangled sheets we writhe.Licks, caresses, teeth and tongue,Descend, submerge, then dive. Map my surface, inch by inch,Explore my honey hive. Tumbling nectar coats your length,As wantonly I plead.Kneeling, bucking...
September 2011. He was in my dreams again. Always the same muscular body, lightly glistening as he towered over my naked form. Appraising me? Wordlessly judging me? Wanting me? It was hard to tell. His poise and the self-congratulatory manner in which he...
Biologically speaking there’s not a great deal of difference between the mouths of men and women. It was simply the way she used hers that made me melt. Unhurried at the outset, delicately picking up the pace to heighten my desire for her, each tender lap...
Sometimes I wish She would not surface. I long to control Her, to be able to keep the cork firmly in its bottle despite the dark pressure, and only release my dirty genie when, and if, it suits me. Just once, it would give me immense satisfaction to have...
The luggage only just made it through the door ahead of us before it was forgotten. I wriggled out of my sandals and flung them in the doorless wardrobe as Adam hopped on one foot removing his second shoe, then we crushed together and spiralled into the r...
It was still early when we reached Paris: too early to check into the hotel near Gare de L’est, so we picked up a carnet, ditched our bags at the station and went sightseeing. Being just the right side of Bastille Day, the city was baking and heaving. Wit...
July 2011. In all my travels, the Paris Metro is one of my favourite transport systems. Whether whizzing across to breathtaking views of La Tour Eiffel or hopping up to Anvers to marvel at the gleaming Sacré Cœur and bustling artists of Place du Tertre, i...
7th July 2013. Oh damn you dear Murray, you owe meThe Wimbledon atmosphere merryAdam and IAre watching you tryFor first British champ since Fred Perry “Let’s make it a game,” suggests AdamThe concept seems rather enticingPimms over iceIs out in a triceThe...
March 2012. This feeling is so good it ought to be illegal. Technically I suppose it is, which is maybe what makes it more fantastic. It’s a glorious day, unseasonably hot and summery. The kind of day where almost everyone finds a grassy country park in w...
May 2007. It's late. I'm pacing my hotel room, the repetitive padding of my small feet against the soft carpet the only sound, waiting for the tell-tale signs of sex from either of the neighbouring rooms. As usual I'm horny with anticipation, having learn...
August 2010. I love hotels. Not for their comfort or cuisine but their ability to lower people's inhibitions. There's something about a hotel room that's intensely magical; step inside and you become just one of hundreds of strangers in the building, thro...
