The silly old laptop was radiating extreme heat onto my lap and into my whole body, as I was browsing through the videos, clicking on anything that even remotely resembled the topic I was researching. I started to realise, there wasn’t much online about the actual practicalities of tying yourself up to your marital bed to surprise your husband, to surprise and tempt him into a little bit of kink. After almost twenty years...

“I write smut. I can show you a few things I’ve written.” “I don’t read, I think.” “Oh, really, Mr Cocky Wiz? Come over and let me be entertained by your brilliant mind then.” So he did. ... And somewhere around the time, I had his cock buried deep from behind and him pulling me up from all-fours to my knees, his arm wrapped around my neck and ordering my husband to kiss me while he denied my release for the fifth time......

Like silver glitter on a chintzy postcard, tiny prisms of lazy snowfall dazzle outside the train window. Their fat, flaky cousins would make a better job concealing the decaying train station of the listless town. Nothing seems to have changed here in the past ten years – at least not for the better. Passengers flock off the platform in gloomy patches of black and grey. I never understood why people made the winter blues...

I love all the seasons: summer for its fun beach days and the warm sun rays recharging one’s soul; winter for its beautiful scenery, when the world is covered with fresh snow and for all the winter sports; spring for the flowers, bees, and the scent of nature’s awakening. But none of them sings so much in tune with the melancholic little girl, who lives in the forgotten depths of my soul, like autumn with the changing col...

The warming sunrays of a brief Indian summer were a welcome pleasure on our cheeks after two weeks of torrential rain and glacial wind. I could once again sit outside at the local coffee shop with my best friend enjoying our pumpkin spice lattes and - for a minute - forget about the falling leaves and all the decaying things in my own life. “I thought we agreed on no phones,” Tia reminded me on her gentle, almost apologet...

Born from the union of a speed boat racer and a professional athlete, I was probably hooked on it in my mother’s womb. Being involved in the races with Dad only did it for me until my teenage years, then I wanted, needed more. A career in the forces was an obvious choice. As a little boy the sirens used to mesmerize me. I’d like to say that these days they’re just a part of my everyday life, but God, a bit ashamed to admi...

We - I - don’t plan these weekends. It’s impossible to predict when the mood will strike me, but when it does… First, I leave a subtle sign for you, like placing those boots on the stairs this morning; an undisguised hint that, this weekend, you are going to be the pet of the house, my dear. You refer to them as my ‘bitch boots’, and you have a delightfully entertaining love-hate relationship with them. They are kept for...

  Not a word, not a sound. I’m about to turn the page when your shadow alerts me to your presence, feeble footsteps absorbed into the thick pile chenille rug.   You’re standing in front of me, an unspoken question on your lips, tapping your foot silently. Your face shows no expression, doesn’t need any. I know what you want.   Tap, tap, tap.   Okay, I am game. But we’re gonna play this my way. I flick my eyes from the pag...

Otilia It’s Friday afternoon; she will be home from work soon and I’ll get to spend the whole weekend with her. I’ve prepared a nice dinner, because she really appreciates my home cooked meals. It’s nothing special, really, just some veggie burgers, but I’ve used grilled Portobello mushrooms and spiced chickpea, just the way she likes it. Last time I made it, she joked that I’ll be awarded the girlfriend of the year award...

Summer meadow scent of freshly cut grass fills my nostrils, my ears are captivated by the splashing noise the kids make in the inflatable pool. Any given day it’d be an idyllic way to spend my afternoon.   But today, as I’m reading Lush on my phone… Oh god, it’s been so long… I yearn to have some proper adult fun. I dream of laying on a cabana in a beautiful resort, with a cocktail in one hand and a stranger’s cock in the...

I never liked plain vanilla ice cream, or chocolate for the record. Take me to the Caribbean with a few scoops of creamy coconut, crunchy frozen chocolate bits, chewy candied pineapple chunks, I’ll sprinkle spiced rum and squirt cream on it, then we’re talking. Garnish my summer evening with strawberry ice cream, made of fresh strawberries with the tiny seeds and juicy fruit-flesh, dark chocolate chunks, swimming in a cou...

I never liked plain vanilla ice cream - or chocolate, for the record. Take me to the Caribbean with a few scoops of creamy coconut with crunchy frozen chocolate bits, chewy candied pineapple chunks, I’ll sprinkle spiced rum and squirt cream on it, then we’re talking. Garnish my summer evening with strawberry ice cream, made of fresh strawberries with the tiny seeds and juicy fruit-flesh, dark chocolate chunks, floating in...

I’m not one for clichéd red roses; The house has long been taken over By tulips from the garden And daffodils the kids picked from the park. Flowers are not the breezy path To this girl’s heart.   No need to go down on one knee either, I already have a ring, Among a few other things To prove that I belong to him: My precious soft kitten collar And a tattoo with his name hidden within.   I really don’t want chocolate To ad...

It was pouring down when we got out of the taxi, the wet asphalt reflecting the club’s neon lights as the colours of a spoiled rainbow. It represented the place and my life perfectly; a distorted paradise. Above the entrance, the “7 deadly sins” sign glowed in its usual red, the colour of fire and hell, because make no mistake, whoever had a membership here was on a sure path to inferno.Mistress leading the way. She wasn’...