It has been far too long since we last saw each other. Too long since we last laughed together, since we spoke about nothing, since we were comfortable in each other's silence. It has been far too long since a journey was filled with thoughts of you. Too long since I could focus on nothing else, since everything paled in comparison, since the main event was still to come. It has been far too long since I saw that mischiev...

I couldn’t take my eyes off you as you gracefully strode towards me. Confidence oozed from that huge grin you give, perfectly complemented by your delicate features, your talkative eyes and a sharp jawline. It was a face that I’d known my whole adult life. From first meeting you at college and an all too brief relationship, through a strong friendship which I eventually lost track of, to a reconnection built on understand...

I can feel the fabric pulled tight across my eyes. Anticipation making my fingers twitch as I fight the urge to lift the blindfold before you command me to, your last words still sat in my ears. “Do not remove that until I tell you too, or else you won’t get your treat.” You left straight after that, leaving me alone in this hotel room in nothing but my jockey shorts and the tied fabric around my head, perched on the edge...

We don't usually go out, but we decided that since we’d had a rare few days together, and were in a city that felt anonymous enough to go unnoticed, that we should leave the bliss-bubble of our hotel room and go out for dinner. It wasn’t easy to convince you to get dressed up and leave our sanctuary, but the promise of more of our usual pursuits when we return seemed to do the trick. Throughout dinner my attention was on...

I adore your hair, and so many things about it Long or short, unkempt and unruly or coiffured and curated Running my palm across the surface Burying my fingertips deep through the layers Grabbing a handful with playful intent The finely tuned fronds around your nipples that stand in worship and awe as your arousal peaks The almost invisible blond line that divides your navel and betrays your nonchalance with every cool br...

I can't quite remember where this falls in to the timeline of those two weeks in each other’s arms. My brain has shook that particular tin of memories around so much, it doesn't seem to have an order anymore. Just a beginning and an inevitable (and unwelcome) conclusion. The middle is a (sweaty, panting, sticky) mess of nights out with cocktails, a lazy Sunday getting lost in the city, verdant parks, pizza in bed, too man...

The solace and joy that you found in me The comfort you needed to set you free Like the warmth that rains down from above In all but in name It was love   So many nights that I moved in you Felt your heart restart, a beat renewed A feat that we could both be proud of In all but in name It was love   For the days that were short whilst we kissed For the nights that grew long when we missed A touch from the hand that we dre...

The morning air hangs in the bedroom, cold in contrast to the still warm sheets upon which you sit, watching me dress. Your own material creased and ruffled, hanging lazily from your shoulders, offering naked flesh to the beams of sunlight piercing the haze of the room. Nothing is said as I tuck my still glistening self into tight grey trousers. The only noise is your heavy breathing as you softly circle fingertips over y...

Look to the stars to find just who you are That same space runs through your veins Powered by the sun that shines from afar Burning through the dark and lighting your shame Up and above you, the fire it dances Brightness captured in sideways glances Close your eyes to see if it still makes sense But what’s found there breaks in to fragments The pieces are ceasing to complete this releasing  of anguish and howling and pers...

We’d drink and we’d laugh and we’d sleep in the stains fully aware that we’d never remain through the change the distance between so cold and unseen but felt in our hearts, so young and so clean yet to be tainted by the lovers disease so easy to lean on those that redeem you when they guide you and hide you from the one that would rise you  above the noise that destroys a box full of toys in your attic but you’re an addic...

The downpour hit hard and fast. So hard, in fact, that just the sound of the heavens opening and the deluge smashing against the concrete slabs outside made us both jump. The day started off with a low, cold, harsh sun, the kind that forces you to squint as a bitter wind pinches at your face. The kind of weather that stops customers from heading to your pub, no matter if the heating was on full and the beer was good... I...

...I push my full length into you and reach down to squeeze two fingers into Red's sopping pussy. "There's plenty more where those came from," you say as you take two fingers and join me inside our new friend. "Plenty fucking more!" Red exclaims as she giggles and squeals again...   My reminiscence is broken as Red steps out of the bathroom, naked but for the towel she's drying her hair with. She surveys the room, her eye...

My mind is foggy. My eyes are bleary. My mouth feels like it is full of cotton wool. I can feel the warmth of your body to one side of me. I can just hear the shallow breath of you sleeping. I can feel the telltale signs of a disheveled bed around me & the pliable but firm casing of your vibrator under my pillow. My body hair is stiff and matted with the previous evening's sweat and come, and the sweet scent of hard sex l...

The message you had sent me earlier had me intrigued. ‘Room 1285. Hurry, I have a present for you...’ My taxi labours along the city streets, every set of lights against me as the sweet anticipation inside me threatens to succumb to the frustration of not being with you already. There are alcohol-fuelled revellers pouring out of clubs and bars into the streets and onto the roads, holding my journey up further. Expletives...

It's almost unbearably hot. All the windows are open yet no cooling breeze dares to enter the sunlit hotel room. The only thing the beads of moisture on your naked skin can pick up is the slight movement of air as I pass your bound body, the gentle pressure of my finger against your parted mouth under the thick knitted tie being used as a blindfold, the firm flick of my tongue against your erect pierced nipple, the coolin...