I listened and I knew he was there. I could hear the chink of ice on crystal as he poured his usual gin and tonic. My clothes were laid out on the bed. Stockings, black and seamed, ready to be held up by the suspender belt. The pink rose’s adding softness to the harshness of the black. My matching Bra. No knickers, as requested. My favourite red dress and black sling-back heels completing the outfit. I had spent some time...

Big hairy Dave I’ll take it to the grave. The things we’ve been doing all afternoon. Now you’re like a werewolf in the city. Keeping me oh so busy. Prowlin' and howlin' round my room. Your tongue it is a lapping. Your teeth they are a snapping. As you work your magic on my full moon. You’ve got a bone to bury. And I really am quite ready. As the day turns dark all too soon. My body it is ravaged. My bedroom it is savaged....

I walk into the front room. I can smell you there. I flash back to the night before,  Of us both sat naked and near. I sit down on the sofa. I swallow down your taste. I untie my dressing gown, Images of your face. I touch where you kissed me, So many places, everywhere. To the top of my knickers, And the secret under there. My insides are aching From your manhood pounding there.  A tug of pleasure from my memory, And onc...