The Dark Room Chronicles: Mirror     I stand erect before the mirror; I have no other choice. Small hidden bulbs emit a pool of light that surrounds me and reflects my image back into my expectant eyes. Beyond, darkness and silence press outwards.   I know it to be a large room; I have been here many times before always waiting patiently for it to be my turn in the limelight. I have reclined on chaise longues immersed in...

Haiku  Haiku is a Japanese poetic form dating from the 16 th Century. It was adopted by some Anglo-American poets in the mid 19 th Century and gained a level of poetic popularity with the advent of modernism in the 1 st two decades of the 20 th Century.In its Anglicised form a Haiku Poem consists of three lines of five, seven and five syllables. I have written a series of Haiku Verses to convey a brief tale.Thank you for...

Blog 7:     Oops what a palaver!   Or perhaps …   Oh dear, everything’s gone a bit Pete Tong*!   Now it’s not often that I have much of a choice in how to start my blogs but this time I’m truly spoiled because both of the above statements accurately summarise the furore that has occurred since I wrote about Pippa and my adventures with the double ended dildo … and, I really couldn’t decide which I liked the best, so I’ve...

Blog 6:     Now, where had I got to?   Pippa.   I don’t know if you remember but when we left Pippa she was slouched on her sofa, legs spread wide, her face the colour of a barely ripe tomato, her breasts heaving and her body all aflutter as the orgasm she had given herself with her rather substantial double ended dildo pulsed through her.   And me?   I’m the scaredycat who’s been liberally doused in wine, beer and sambuc...

Blog 5:     If there is one thing that casts a shadow across the happy playtime that is my amorous dalliance with Stephen, then it is his mother. To be fair, I can appreciate her concern; if you look at our relative ages than I am closer in years to her than I am to her son, but you would think she would give me some credit for all the time and effort I am taking in trying to turn her boy into a man.   Although we’ve neve...

Blog 4:   I’m sorry but it has been a while since I’ve found time to update my blog and the main news is that Stephen has become quite a regular visitor to ma maison. In fact it has been so pleasant having a boy about the house that I find it hard to imagine how I ever got by without one. The main difference that I notice is that he is so energetic and downright perky. Now someone; probably a mother; once told me that boy...

Blog 3:     I was hoping to finish telling you the story of Pippa, me and the double ended dildo this evening, but things have moved on apace with little Stephen of the photocopier and I really need to bring you up to date with that.   I got into work yesterday to find one of those chocolate hearts sitting in the middle of my desk and Stephanie beside herself with joy at the prospect of having something to tease me with a...

Blog 2     I was really pleased with my first attempt at a blog so after work I dashed round to Pippa's house to show her with a printed copy neatly folded in my handbag. It had, after all, been her idea in the first place and I sort of thought she'd be as excited about it as me.   So, we settled ourselves down at her dining room table with a nice cup of tea and I handed over the fruits of my labour.   Pippa has this litt...

Blog 1      So, Pippa and I were sat in Starbucks this afternoon for one of our regular little tete a tetes and I'd just told her all about the photocopier incident from that morning, when she pipes up with:   "You know, with all the stuff that happens to you, you really should write a blog ‘cause I reckon it would be like really addictive reading."   And I sort of thought, "Yeah right" but as the afternoon wore into even...

The Stalker        Author’s disclaimer:   The characters depicted in this story are all 18 years of age or older. The language used is designed to reflect the state of mind of the central character.   The sole and heel of my 4” stiletto courts meet the Underground platform in unison giving of a satisfying click. Steadily I work my way along revelling in the rhythm of my feet on the echoing granite.   There is an art to wa...

It really is incredibly hard to walk away from a pair of patent heels when you have been captured in their orbit. I can see them shimmering on the shelf; a half inch platform on the sole, a triangulated toe all fixed and severe and the narrowest of 5" heels with a brilliantly refective metal spike. I am circling them, keeping them in the corner of my sight, pretending to myself that I haven't seen them, don't want them, h...

Neighbourhood Watch I get genetics; I really do. Mendel, Paley, Darwin, X and Y chromosomes, DNA, the Human Genome Project, protein molecules that combine and define who and what we are; I accept and understand it all. What I can't comprehend, however, is how I've ended up being 5ft 1", with pallid skin, Coppertone hair and breasts that would shame a male weightlifter. How can I possibly be the pinnacle of human evolution...

En Vacances Part 6: Fucktoy Fucked 1   The air, trapped in the unventilated bedroom, sticks to my skin causing tiny droplets of sweat to seep through my porous epidermis to coat my body in a fine film. My large starring pupils are following Anita’s descent as she lowers herself onto her haunches between Grant and my widespread thighs. Grant’s breath plays hotly about my neck, liquid pools beneath his hands as they grip ti...

En Vacances Part 5: Fucktoy Tease     All is quiet; the silence broken only by the eternal background noise of insects and the heavy panting of shivering, orgasmic me.   I’m clinging to the balcony rail, my body shaking from the after tremors caused by Anita’s fingers’ twin assault on my arse and pussy. Ejaculant drips from between my legs, my vagina an open faucet with a stopcock that can’t quite be fully closed, my thig...

En Vacances 4: The Balcony     “Just give her the water, Grant.”   There is a different tone to Anita’s voice, a mix of steel and determination so absent from the tinkling waterfall of words and gentle laughter that had fallen from her mouth earlier.   Grant must have noticed the change also, as immediately, if perhaps a little sullenly, he pulls a canvas shopper from beneath his sun lounger, roots around amongst its cont...