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•July 6, 2015 • Leave a Comment

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The Journey

•July 5, 2018 • Leave a Comment

Hello again, Dear Avid Reader…

Just a little pome that I wrote. Was posted on a certain site and the hidden meaning is appropriate there but still…


Ask yourself what is it about flesh?

New flesh, different flesh, unexplored flesh

Different body but God is in the detail

The imperfections that make it perfect

Hold your gaze, look closer, closer yet

Examine it minutely, gaze at the detail

Watch the goose flesh rise as your breath caresses it

Imagine the reactions you instil on/in the yet undiscovered


New curves, colour, moles, scars, freckles,

New caresses, sensations, touches, embraces, strokes

Every inch to be explored with fingers, hand, lips, tongue

Rising chest, twitching thighs, clenching muscles

In each exploration different contours, different scents, different tastes

Searching for those zones unique that spark nerves and desires

Ardour rising in me, lust growing in them

Moving centres ever closer to each other


Odd reactions in new places, to be caressed, to be pinched, to be licked

Damp scents arising, the aromas of desire needing to be fulfilled

Each motion heading towards a mutual goal, an itch that has to be scratched

Rock hard meeting hot wetness

All nerves and synapses united as two become one

The centres cannot hold and all is gone except the moment, the here, the now

Orgasm begets orgasm, organisms become organs

Reality falls away and the universe is life in its simplest, purest form.


•January 16, 2018 • Leave a Comment

Well, Dear Avid Reader…

…another scribble that came about from an entry to a competition on Lush; the subject was ‘change’ so be warned that’s exactly what I went for. As ever I do hope you enjoy so without further ado; read on…


Katie nurse

Sometimes the job was too easy!

Of course tonight’s shift was on the private ward with all mod-cons. A nurse barely had to leave the nursing station and yet she could monitor how all the patients in the private rooms were doing and if anything untoward happened they could simply press the opposite corners of the I-pad simultaneously for five seconds and a crash-team would be en route instantly.

Though, this being the private ward meant that it was a rarity that there would be any critical patients at all and tonight was no exception. Only four of the rooms would be in use and all were simply pre-op for surgery first thing in the morning. Sarah and James had settled three of them in already, a knee-op, a breast reduction and a breast enlargement. Katie tried not to imagine the two women side by side in an operating theatre and a ‘Woody Allen’ surgeon simply swapping the two pairs across.

Sarah was gathering her things as Katie looked up to the click-clack sound of a pair of heels approaching the nursing station up the tiled corridor. “Our last wandering patient,” she said softly to Sarah.

The other nurse glanced around and then turned back hoisting her bag onto her shoulder, “Your last wandering patient, I’m off;” she grinned broadly, “have fun!”

Katie briefly stuck her tongue out at her friend and then pulled up the details on the I-pad. “Miss McNally?” she asked.

The brunette smiled and nodded as she stopped before the station, the small wheeled suitcase coming to a halt beside her feet. “Yes, sorry I’m a bit late,” she apologised in a low, husky voice. Katie sensed a deep trepidation within the attractive woman’s voice which wasn’t unusual within the confines of a hospital even for the most routine of procedures.

“If you would confirm your birthdate and hospital number I’ll show to your room and let you settle in before we go through all the rest, if that’s okay?”

Katie watched as the woman before her gulped and nodded; her chest beneath the confines of an immaculate business suit rising and falling rapidly. The nurse got ready to move quickly around the desk as she watched the origins of a major panic attack start to appear. Miss McNally shook her head, her dark, straight shoulder length hair flying out as if she was in a shampoo commercial and the fear and panic disappeared almost completely. She read out her date of birth as she pulled her phone from her pocket and swiped her thumb across the screen and read out her hospital number.

“All good then,” Katie encouraged and led the woman over to room eight and showed her inside. The nurse couldn’t help grin as the woman looked about the room taken aback by the plushness of the décor. The only differences with a top notch hotel were the two screens and neatly arranged tubes for gas and air either side of the hospital bed. Katie swiped an icon across the I-pad and copied the patient’s file to the screen on the left side of the bed.

“I’ll leave you to it, your en-suite is through there,” she pointed to the door in the corner, “and you’ll find instructions for everything else on here” she lifted up an I-pad mini, “Including a call button. I’ll be back in half an hour?”

“Yes… thank you;” her green eyes dropped down to the nurse’s chest, “Thank you Nurse Rose.”

“Katie is fine, see you in a bit.”

She stepped out of the room and flipped back to the patient list just as James came out of the office having obviously used it to change out of the standard theatre-blues into his civvies. “Hiya Katie,” he offered, “don’t expect you’re gonna have a hectic night!”

“Unlike you I’m guessing,” she replied taking her time to look him up and down, “where you headed in your glad rags?”

“Meeting up with the crew from CITU, knowing them probably end up in West 5,” he answered.

“Oh it’s been an age since I had a good boogie,” she answered concealing her jealousy as well as the double meaning she felt behind the word ‘boogie’.

“I’ll be thinking of you; oh it’s Gately on duty tonight, so-“

“-I’ll not see her short of a nuclear holocaust!” Katie finished the sentence about their line manager. It was hardly a problem considering the four patients she had to take care of and it was also a reflection on her experience even though she was meant to be relieved for at least thirty minutes half way through her shift. It wasn’t a problem in any way on the high-tech private ward as the I-pad kept her in touch at all times with all nine rooms and even alerted the duty nurse if their ‘Obs’ varied outside of pre-set limits. “Have fun,” she ended with as her male counterpart walked away; she took a moment to admire his ass in his tight pair of black jeans.

“Oh I could really do with a good boogie,” she whispered to herself.


It was forty minutes before Katie returned to room eight, knocking briefly and entering when she heard the woman within consent. The young woman was sitting in the bed having managed to raise it up to a sitting position to watch the news on the flat screen TV mounted on the wall opposite. She’d changed into a large T-shirt depicting Wyle E. Coyote snacking on a drumstick with the tag-line beneath suggested ‘Revenge is a dish best served BBQ-ed!’

Katie smiled at the obviously brand new T-shirt figuring the woman normally slept in the nude and had bought the clothing especially for her hospital stay. It was far better than some of the negligees she had seen in her time. She pulled a stool across from the wall and perched herself upon it crossing her legs and opening the relevant file. She placed the I-pad down beside the patient’s legs beneath the covers and opened a drawer beside the bed pulling out a plastic wrapped package scanning the barcode over the camera in the pad.

“First things first; I see by your file you have no skin allergies you are aware of, Miss McNally?” she asked pronouncing the surname Mac- an-ally. The young woman faced her and smiled shaking her head.

“Family?” she asked.

Katie nodded, “Lots of cousins and aunts and uncles up near the border,” she tore open the package revealing two sticky pads and a sticky strip. “These will monitor your vitals while you stay with us;” she explained as she wrapped the strip around the woman’s tanned bicep, “If I may?” she asked pointing to the woman’s chest who nodded in reply. She drew down the sheet and slipped her hand up under the woman’s T-shirt smiling at the cartoon figure and placed the first pad on the side of her ribcage just beneath her left breast. “Yourself?” she asked noting some of her family’s Irish brogue drifting into her voice.

“Just outside Athlone a little ways” she answered as Katie leant across her and slid the other sensor up her right side, “call me Marie, please.” She had to reach quite high to place the technological marvel up towards the collar bone above the right breast, normally she would have slipped her hand through the neck or arm hole but both were quite tight. She was as professional as always and ignored the soft warm flesh of the young woman’s breast as her arm slid across it even when she inhaled quite deeply.

“Yep, that’s all good, Marie,” she stated as she consulted the I-pad, “Now just lots of standard questions just to double check the information we have.”

She rattled of the list of questions without having to read the prompts on the screen and just check whether the boxes were ticked or crossed appropriately.

“Okay so your scheduled for your op’ at 7.30 in the morning so no more eating till then and if you do get thirsty please keep it to small sips please.” Marie nodded her eyes briefly hinting at the previous anxiety she had displayed earlier.  “So just need to examine the site to check it’s all clear and prepared,” Katie continued as she scrolled down to the specifics of the case and felt her eyes widen as she read the details; “Oh!” she gasped involuntarily.

Marie laughed as the two women’s eyes met, “I figured you didn’t know.”

“Oh, I’m sorry” the nurse replied her eyes dropping to the patient’s neck examining it closely, “No, not a clue!” she admitted.

Marie stroked her fingers across her throat knowing exactly what the woman was looking for, “It is good work, isn’t it!”

Katie nodded, “Abrahms is the best; you never, ever recognise his work!”

Marie nodded acknowledging the surgeon’s name, “Not cheap, but then again if you can afford it there are some things a girl should never skimp on!”

Katie felt a little colour fill her cheeks as her eyes slid down over Marie’s chest noting a pair of particularly hard nipples poking up through Wylie’s eye and ear. With almost no hesitancy the young woman rolled down the sheets and pulled up the hem of her T-shirt exposing her crotch. Lying there, looking a little alien to Katie’s eyes as it had all been clean shaven was the last remnants of Marie’s masculinity.

The blush deepened in Katie’s cheeks as she leant forward to examine the cock before her. Even though it was strictly speaking flaccid its girth was still quite impressive and was easily over seven inches in length in its present state; the nurse became aware that her cheeks weren’t the only thing heating up as she figured the specimen before her was probably a close second, when it was fully erect, to the largest cock she had ever known intimately. In the back of her brain a little voice was reminding her that it had been over twelve months since she’d had any intimate knowledge at all of any cock.

She rolled her head from side to side and was a little disappointed that the patient had done such a good job of shaving her groin; even the sac with two tiny balls within due to the hormone regimen Marie would have been on for the past eighteen months was completely denuded of hair. Without even realising Katie allowed a sigh escape from her lips.

“Is there a problem?” Marie asked slightly worried and for the first time Katie detected the slight undertone of a male voice.

She straightened up quickly and pulled the sheets up covering the patient, “No, none at all; looks perfect… err, I mean you did a thorough, err, job, shave!” she answered far more flustered than she suspected she had ever been during her professional career including her first years as a student.

Marie lifted the sheet up and stared at her genitalia, the worry still etched on her face; “Tell me, please… is something wrong; will the op have to be delayed?”

Katie pulled herself together, ignoring the uncomfortable and yet stimulating dampness forming in her own nether regions; “No, it’s all fine, there’s nothing untoward. It’s not anything medical, trust me.”

Marie’s eyes shifted to Katie’s, her hands still holding up the sheet while the expression on her face hardened. “You don’t approve?” she asked although it was half statement.

“No… yes; I mean,” she took a deep breath and formulated thoughts which wasn’t helped as Marie lowered the sheet exposing her cock to her once again. Her eyes glanced towards the cause of her consternation before she twisted on the stool and looked at the woman straight in the eye. “I honestly understand the issues of body identity and can only guess at how I would have felt if I was trapped in the wrong body,” she stated drawing another deep breath seeing Marie’s features soften a fraction.

“I know full well that if you’ve got to this day you’ve thought long and hard-“ she paused and saw the corner of Marie’s mouth curl upwards at the accidental pun. “Sorry; you haven’t taken this decision lightly and also that various professionals have had to assess you, which can’t be an easy thing in itself and have approved the procedure. Down the years I’ve seen fifty maybe a hundred people pass through these doors before you for the same ‘op’ and I have never thought it was wrong or even a mistake!”

“So what was that sigh about?” Marie asked looking down at her groin.

“Honestly?” Katie asked and the woman simply nodded; “It’s a real nice looking cock, truth be told and, well, rather liking them myself and knowing that tomorrow it will be no more, seems a shame.” The woman’s eyebrows raised a fraction, “From my personal perspective, of course!” she added hurriedly.

Marie finally lifted up the sheet and covered herself, “I guess I can see that” she said and turned her attention back to the television.

Outside the door Katie slapped her forehead in frustration and gazed down at her crotch. The baggy, uncomplimentary theatre-blues gave no hint to the damp state of her underwear; “You know you’re no help at all” she scolded her genitalia and then grinned as she looked about even though there was zero chance of anyone overhearing her.


Katie sat at the nurse’s station, the I-pad propped against the side with the data being streamed from the four patients displayed in each quarter of the screen. Four sets of observations that couldn’t be any less interesting as she played Sudoku on her phone. Her mind kept wandering away and she had already made three simple errors on this mathematical puzzle as the image of Marie’s cock kept flitting into her brain and the ever present dampness between her thighs insisted on some attention.

A dampness that had already had her raid the supply closet and ‘borrow’ a pair of disposable knickers and an absorbent pad (luckily items that weren’t closely monitored); all of which felt extremely uncomfortable and didn’t lessen the demands of her quim. She closed the game on her phone and lifted the I-pad, her eyes staring at the small camera icon with a red cross through it along the bottom bar of the screen. All of the rooms had cameras for those critical patients whom she figured had never once resided here in the private wing of the hospital.

She tapped on the icon and a window appeared asking her to select a camera; it took her five seconds before her finger touched ‘Room 8’ and the next prompt appeared that she had known would. The security protocol insisted on her personal ID number as she’d known it would just as she’d known she wouldn’t go any further; she could easily lose her job if she couldn’t give a good and purely professional reason for invading a patient’s privacy. “Don’t think hoping for a glimpse of a cock is going to cut it,” she whispered to herself; “no matter how big it is!”

A single beep sounded from down the corridor and she swiped the window away as she heard the soft steps approaching up the corridor. “Hey Katie,” called Senior Sister Gately as she turned the corner; she looked about, “I see the usual Grey-Sloane drama is unfolding!”

“Ohh, never a dull moment here, Dee,” she replied glancing back at the screen to double-check the camera prompts had all disappeared.

The older woman leaned on the front of the counter, folding her arms; “Ever miss the ITU?” she asked.

“A little,” she admitted, “though the shifts I happily left behind!”

“And here you are doing a night shift on the most boring ward in the hospital!” Dee replied raising an eyebrow.

“True, but at almost three times the rate and only when I want them!” Katie answered; “Makes all the difference in the world!”

“You wanna take ten minutes for a fag break?” the woman asked.

“Not anymore! Quit the cancer sticks almost ten months now,” Katie answered proudly but in the back of her head the old demon was still there and the cock in room 8 certainly wasn’t helping her cravings.

“Good for you!” Dee replied impressed, “Maybe one day I’ll do the same… but I doubt it,” she shrugged. She surveyed the corridor once more and stepped away from the desk, “Well, if you want a break from all this excitement around three I could take over for twenty or so minutes,”

“Thanks,” the younger nurse replied genuinely surprised at the offer; “I’ll bear it in mind.” She watched the woman disappear and wondered if her general view of Dee was biased by the hectic workload they had shared on the ITU wards years previously or if the woman had actually mellowed. She heard the main door to the ward click shut before she whispered “Wonders will never cease!”

She pondered the idea of taking Dee up on her offer thinking maybe given twenty minutes she could satisfy the aching need between her thighs without any fear of interruption. She nibbled her bottom lip as her fingers twitched and had figured it would be the best course of action as she was sure that even though her toys waited for her at home a little play with her fingers even in the uncomfortable surroundings of a toilet cubicle might satisfy her soaking slit till she got home. A quiet buzzing began and her attention was drawn back to the I-pad.

Room 8 had taken centre stage on the screen automatically as it alerted her with the single word ‘Artefact’ followed by the flat line of the heart-rate. For a seoond Katie’s own heart added a beat or two as the surge of adrenalin hit her taking her straight back to her ITU days and then her experience simply told her that the adhesive sensor had come loose. “It would be you!” she stated as she rose from the chair, picking up the pad and headed for the room.

She stepped inside and saw the room lit in the red glow of the ‘night-light’ which allowed staff to survey a patient without waking them up with the main harsh lights. Marie was just a lump beneath the covers and even from the door she could see the sheet rising and falling with her breaths. She quietly stepped over to the bed and looked down at the tousled hair on the pillow. It was obvious she was lying on her right side facing her with her left leg raised up, in a semi-foetal position with the left leg straight down the bed.

As she stepped forward she felt something against her foot and looked down to see the patient’s choice of nightwear in a pile of the floor. She smiled, the rooms were kept quite warm, not for the patients comfort but so staff only ever had to contend with a single sheet and perhaps a light blanket if they had to attend to them while they were asleep; like this very instance of re-attaching a sensor and hopefully not having to wake the patient. She placed the I-pad on the side and opened a lower drawer beside the bed, lifting out a sealed sachet of adhesive which she placed into her armpit in order to bring it rapidly to body temperature.

As she gently lifted the covers she felt her pussy dampen even more and made a conscious effort to only draw it down to the patient’s hips. She chewed once again on her bottom lip as she saw the left-hand side sensor still attached which meant it was the right hand one that had worked free of which there was no sign on the white sheet in front of Marie. For a moment she looked at the body before her, arms up in front of her torso covering her breasts and she could see, possibly helped by the dim light, the asexuality of the person before her.

Marie was slight by male standards, even petite by female ones; her flesh appeared flawless and evenly tanned across her back as her eyes traced down the spine to the sheet still covering her hips. Her hand tightened its grip on the fabric and it took all her willpower not to draw it further down. She finally released the sheet and reached up for the small pen-torch hooked in the breast pocket of her scrubs; as she did the warming adhesive sachet dropped from beneath her armpit to the floor.

“Bollocks!” Katie breathed and knelt down on one knee to pick it up; at that moment Marie murmured and rolled on to her back.

Katie stared at the tent that had appeared in the sheets, her jaw dropping open and her tongue sliding across her lips as she gazed at the obvious erection. Her other knee lowered to rest on Marie’s discarded T-shirt; the adhesive sachet now a distant memory as her eyes took in the hard cock easily defined beneath the thin cotton sheet. It was easily over eight inches in length and rose at a steep angle up from Marie’s crotch, the engorged glans thicker than the stem.

Katie salivated, her mouth seeming to compete with her pussy as she leant forwards her chest and a pair of aching, rock hard nipples finding and pushing against the steel bar on the side of the bed. “Oh fuck!” she whispered as she tilted her head mimicking the angle of the covered erection before her. She watched intently as the cotton sheet slowly slid over the hard-on, vaguely aware that it was her right hand that was drawing it down as her left pulled at the tie on her trousers.

In the back of her mind a very small voice was asking her what she was doing, did she really want to lose her job; however it was in the minority as the rest of her mind and her body demanded to see Marie’s fully erect cock. She pressed her chest harder against the rail, her hard nipples between squeezed into the soft flesh of her breasts as her eyes followed the edge of the sheet rising upwards and across Marie’s swollen cock head. She released the breath she’d been holding as finally the white cotton tumbled down the length before her and she could appreciate the erection in all its glory.

Katie heard herself moan as she thrust her hand inside her trousers, ripping the disposable panties in the process and shoving the soaked pad out of the way to thrust two fingers into her hot dripping slit. Just as her fingertips pressed against her G-spot Marie’s hand that had been lying beside her hip opened. For the briefest of moments Katie was confused by what she saw, mostly due to her pussy pulsing tightly around her invading fingers and couldn’t understand what was lying in the palm in front of her.

“Please,” she heard the whisper from the head of the bed, “you can touch it.”

Katie stared at the sensor she had come into the room to re-affix as her befuddled mind finally added two and two and came to the conclusion that Marie had been awake the entire time and had actually contrived to lure her into this very situation. She could feel her head shaking from side to side but her body was rising and the hand that had pulled the sheet down was reaching for the magnificent long thick cock in front of her.

She was aware of Marie raising herself up on her elbows and yet her eyes were unable to leave the erection directly in front of her. Her own fingers within her tightened as she felt the hot, sticky juices from her slit run down the insides of her thighs; another pulse emanated outwards as her fingers finally touched Marie’s cock which twitched in response. “Oh God,” she whispered as she leant even closer.

Marie reached forward and threaded her fingers through Katie’s hair holding it out of the way; “You really do like cock don’t you!” she stated as she felt the nurses slender fingers wrap around the base of her cock, a sly grin curling up the edges of her mouth as the thumb and fingertips failed to reach each other.

Katie managed to pull her eyes away from the length just bare inches from her face to look up at the owner; “Is this you, changing your mind?” she asked cautiously.

Marie laughed quietly and shook her head, “No, tomorrow; I mean today it goes. Call it a… final farewell; tonight it’s yours!”

“Oh fuck,” Katie answered letting her eyes travel back past Marie’s heaving chest with her tiny pebble-like hard nipples to the object of her desire. “Mine,” she whispered and leaned in lapping her tongue over the glans shiny with salty pre-cum. A loud gasp drifted to her ear from up the bed as she teased the eye with the very tip of her tongue and squeezed the base rhythmically.

Marie’s cock twitched in response as she lay back closing her eyes tightly, her hand releasing Katie’s hair and joining the other to massage her breasts as the tongue slowly slid around the glans covering it all in saliva. She raised her hips fractionally as she felt a pair of warm lips kiss the tip sedately before easing apart and sliding so very slowly over the head; the tongue within resuming its gentle caresses.

Katie formed her lips tightly around the bulbous cock head and sucked hard upon it feeling it twitch against her flattened tongue. Her own eyes were open staring down to her hand wrapped around the base seeming an impossible distance away and she knew there was no way she could ever take the full length of this monstrosity into her mouth. She wondered if her pussy would even be able to manage but she was damn well going to try. She pulled her fingers from her slit and brought them up to join her other hand, twisting them in opposite directions, one above the other as she lowered her mouth down.

Marie pinched her nipples hard as her cock was completely wrapped in fingers and mouth; the second hand slippery with the nurse’s juices as it squeezed and twisted upon her length. “Ohh fuck yesss,” she moaned loudly,

Katie grinned about the huge glans happy in the knowledge that the side rooms were reasonably sound proof and with the door shut only the loudest screams could possibly be heard outside. All thoughts of her professional career and sacking had evaporated and now she was determined to make as much possible use of this wonderful cock before it was removed in a few short hours.

Her adoring reverie was shaken as she heard an insistent beeping and reluctantly lifted her mouth from the cock with an audible ‘pop’. She cursed beneath her breath as her eyes locked with Marie’s and she saw the disappointment within them that their time was to be cut short. She gazed at the I-pad and grinned as she saw what the alarm was about. Three seconds later she had found the discarded sensor and stuck it back above the woman’s chest and the device beeped once and was happy again.

Marie smiled at Katie as she let go of her throbbing shaft and pulled of her top quickly followed by the practical bra beneath. She tilted her head taking in the details of the nurse’s body as it was revealed; there was a light clatter as a pair of clogs was kicked off and then, Katie keeping eye contact, bent at the hips and shoved down her bottoms, disposable panties, pad and all. She gave her patient a little twirl and climbed onto the bed straddling Marie’s thighs, totally nude except for a pair of white ankle socks.

She took hold of the long shaft before her and slowly stroked it up and down; “So… if you don’t mind me asking, just a little confused here.” Marie nodded fully aware of the type of question that was to follow. “You apparently like girls,” Katie continued as she rose up on her knees and stroked the head of Marie’s cock against her soaking pussy; “You have one seriously impressive cock,” she sighed as she lowered herself a fraction and the fat glans eased her lips apart. She took a moment to adjust to the girth as it spread her labia fully apart.

“And yet tomorrow it will be gone!” she groaned loudly as she eased down inch by inch feeling it stretch her cunt like it had never been stretched before. “Oh Jesus Mary and Joseph” she cursed and still pushed herself down.

Marie’s hands slid up Katie’s thighs as she watched her cock slowly disappear inside her; she moaned, reciprocating the groans of the woman on top of her. “Yes… I like… fuck,” she whimpered feeling the tightness of the pussy easing down her shaft, “yes, I’ve always liked girls… and tomorrow I will still like them!”

Katie shuddered as Marie’s cock head pressed against her cervix and even though her eyes were now shut tight she was sure there was easily an inch or more of length still outside. Her fingers entwined through the other woman’s upon her thighs as she steadied herself and remained as still as she could savouring a fullness within her she had never, ever felt before. Vaguely she listened to Marie’s reply; “Confused… ahhh… has always been the way I’ve described myself… tomorrow I will be a lesbian… through and through.”

Katie shook her head, a wide grin upon her lips as she twisted upon the shaft buried deep inside her feeling her pussy accommodate itself to Marie’s length and girth. She stared down at the woman beneath her amazed at the view before her and the feeling inside; she looked so petite and even though she was nude and moaning beneath her she actually looked innocent. Her fingers gripped tighter on Marie’s and she ground her cervix down hard upon the large, swollen cock head pressing up inside her.

“Ohhh… fuck!” she breathed as she raised herself up and thrust down hard.

Marie drove her hips upwards to meet the nurse’s thrust and even though the last item of her original gender was to be removed in a few short hours she would also miss the look on a partner’s face as they rode her. The bed creaked beneath them as they worked up a rhythm and Katie tried vainly to fully engulf Marie’s thick, long cock. She bucked wildly on top of her patient as her orgasm overtook her; previously it had always felt like her pussy would shrink down to an impossible diameter with the previous cocks she’d experienced but the monster within her denied that sensation and yet filled her so completely in spite of that.

Marie’s back arched as her own orgasm followed on the heels of Katie’s; it was every bit intense as it had ever been even though her testes were so shrunken with the hormones she was on. Maybe she did miss shooting rope after rope of seed into a willing partner’s pussy but the pleasure was just the same.

The two collapsed down on the bed, their flesh hot and slippery with sweat as their chests heaved against each other. A minute passed and their heart rates slowed along with their breathing when Marie whispered into Katie’s ear, “Now I’ll show you why I like girls so much!”

The nurse squealed as Marie’s hands grasped her ass and pulled her off her cock and pushed her up the bed and planted her gaping pussy straight onto her mouth. Katie grabbed the top rail of the bedhead as she looked down and watched the first woman ever to drive her tongue into her slit. She gasped as she felt her tongue delve deep inside her, swirling about her walls as far as it could reach and her clit dragged from side to side against her hard teeth,

“Ohh… god that’s… wonderful,” she murmured and ground her crotch harder onto Marie’s eager mouth. Ten sharp nails dragged across the flesh of her ass and even though her quim felt empty and hollow after that thick cock had stretched her, a fresh orgasm was rapidly building and she no longer cared what sex the owner of the tongue was and let herself be consumed by the deft and expert talents beneath her.


The club pounded with an acid/disco beat as Katie tried to tell the barmaid her order. She shivered a little as she felt a trickle of sweat run down her spine from the exertions of the last thirty minutes on the dance floor. She looked across and saw James and Dee still going and with quite a lot of tactile contact which with every passing song seemed to be getting more intimate. “Oh and you always protested too much,” she said in the male nurse’s direction.

“Buy you a drink?” she heard from a pair of lips that had appeared as if from nowhere beside her ear.

She turned to see a tall redhead, possibly six feet in height, straighten up beside her and pushing out a formidable pair of breasts directly at her face.

Katie shook her head, “No thanks,” she said loudly in an effort to be heard above the music. A sneer briefly appeared on the woman’s face and she turned away to hunt for other prey. Katie grinned to herself; it was actually a rarity for her to get hit on in West 5, she always presumed she put out an aura of being straight though of course that would be a direct challenge to some in the, strictly speaking, Gay club.

“Not your type?”

Katie rolled her eyes and turned back to her other side to see a petite blonde had taken up the vacated spot at the bar. Again she shook her head, “No, not really.”

The blonde arched an eyebrow, “You sure? I guess you are, it’s just… I’d have guessed that you had dabbled in the Sapphic delights. At least once!”

The woman didn’t seem put out that Katie was ‘straight’, merely curious; “No never, may I be blunt?” she asked and the woman nodded. “I just really like cock!”

“Yeah… I remember… Katie,” she replied with a wink.

“What?” Katie blurted out and then paused and lifted up her hand to cover the woman’s hair. “Fuck!” she exclaimed.

“Indeed we did!” Marie replied, “Don’t you like the blonde look?”

“Bloody hell! So how’s life, Marie?” she asked and couldn’t help but look down briefly.

“Fucking wonderful… so even I couldn’t tempt you?” she asked.

“You went through with the ‘op’, I know… so;” she paused and dragged up the memory of the talented tongue that resided in the mouth opposite her. “Possibly,” she admitted.

“What if I told you I kept a memento?”

Katie stared at the woman opposite knowing that after the trans-gender operation there was very little that was actually left over, let alone being recognisable as a penis and it was always destroyed. “Can’t see how?”

“Well, when I was a Boy Scout we were always told to be prepared… so I took a mould!” she answered with a lick of her lips; “Strangely it fits my new pussy rather well! Wanna put it on and give me the fucking I gave you? Promise I’ll fuck you back!”

Katie knew her eyes were as wide as saucers; she felt her pussy soak the thong she was wearing almost instantly. “What are we standing round here for!” she grinned and grabbed Marie’s hand.

Peripheral Vision

•November 6, 2017 • Leave a Comment

Well, hello again Dear Avid Reader,

Been a while if I’m honest, guess the muse hasn’t been with me so much. Now this is an entry to a competition on Lush so you have them to thank for the idea. As ever I do hope you enjoy t as least as much as I did scribbling it.



Just for a moment I wondered if the red wine was going to spurt out of my nose as I coughed in surprise to the question that had just been put to me from across the table.

As I rallied myself I reckoned that was an image there would be no coming back from! Of course, officially, this wasn’t a date per se. Just two friends/acquaintances having a meal together; that had been stood up by their best friends who were a happily married couple.

I knew full well that Lisa had manoeuvred us into this position and I was quite sure that Suzy, Lisa’s best friend, was just as aware. Lisa’s husband, Mark, my best friend I was quite sure had tried to dissuade his wife although in the back of his mind I knew for certain that he’d be more than happy if the two of us were each other’s ‘plus-ones’ at his daughter’s wedding the following year.

So, here the two of us were, instead of the usual four for our monthly night out at one of the higher end restaurants in the area that we had all been frequenting for the past eight months. To give Lisa credit she hadn’t been in any hurry to ‘match-make’ the two of us; the very first meal had been a little stilted as Suzy and I both kept a wary eye for what we had presumed had been our friend’s motive. She’d left it just long enough to lull the two of us into a false sense of security!

I guess ‘History’ was on Lisa’s side as we were both divorcees; Suzy just over eighteen months and myself coming up on four years. From what I had gathered I got off easier as Suzy’s seems to have been quite bitter and acrimonious even given the fact there were two teenage boys involved to my one nine year old daughter at the time.

I finally regained my composure and swallowed the last of my wine; “Pardon?” I asked even though I had heard her clearly the first time.

“What is it with men and breasts?” she grinned at me.

“Aye, that’s what I thought you asked” I stalled. I took a moment to ponder her question although I was probably spending more brain power forcing myself not to look at Suzy’s own and wondering if I had been earlier and wasn’t aware.

The woman opposite definitely had a figure worth being attentive of; in my personal opinion she was rounded in all the right places and during previous encounters in larger groups of people I had taken my time to study her physique albeit surreptitiously. Truth be told my own tastes had her breasts as a tad on the large size, probably a D-cup where I always more than happy with a C or even a full B-cup size. The one thing I had noticed on this night was that there was a hint of cleavage on display and the figure hugging Royal Blue dress she was wearing was at least a level higher on my own ‘sexy-scale’ than she had worn previously when Lisa and Mark had been with us.

“Well?” she encouraged my apparent consideration.

I swirled the dark red liquid in my glass, “Well speaking as a man…” I delayed gaining a raised eyebrow from Suzy; “Okay, okay…speaking anthrom…”

“Anthropomorphically?” she suggested.

“Aye, that too” I quipped before continuing, “they’re the most obvious external sign of the difference between male and female… especially given civilisation determining that we should all cover up!”

“That’s very scientific!” she replied obviously not satisfied with my answer.

I shrugged my shoulders a fraction, “There’s the obvious psycho-analyst bamboozler-y; mother’s milk, sense of comfort, ingrained pheromone watch-a-ma-call-it! Of course taking the word of a cross dresser like Freud… hmmm well!”

Suzy shook her head; I concentrated at not looking at her boobs. “Freud was a cross dresser, I haven’t heard that one?” she asked.

“Really,” I grinned broadly, “All I ever hear about is his penchant for women’s underwear!” Suzy still stared at me obviously perplexed. “People are always going on about Freudian slips!”

“Very droll, Martin, very droll!” she smiled at me. I would swear I actually saw the twinkle appear in her eye as she raised her hand and began to idly scratch the flesh at the base of her neck, just a couple of inches above her distracting cleavage.

I could feel my eyeballs drying as I re-doubled my efforts to keep my gaze upon her face; “I always fancied it as ‘playground humour’, always figured it was the best sort.”

“So that’s the sum total of thought you can come up with in answer to my question? They are just extraneous bags of fat and flesh after all!” she challenged me.

“Now who’s being scientific?” I smirked back. “It’s the truth, that’s what they are… I take it you’re not a penis envier…er?”

“Oh I do like a penis” she answered, her finger descending fractionally as I steadfastly gazed into her eyes; “But I guess I prefer to borrow one occasionally, so I guess I’m not.”

“Well, that might just be the opposite of men; I think lots of us would love to have a pair on hand when the mood takes us… breasts that is!” I grinned as I clarified my statement; “From my own point of view I would say I’m much more of a nipple man when it come to the upper chest environs and definitely not a big boob fan!”

“Oh” she exclaimed in what appeared genuine surprise, “So, mine are too big?”

I blinked two or three time to dampen my eyeballs but kept my stare resolutely on Suzy’s face even as that red painted fingernail skirted within the top of her cleavage. For a moment I suspected that my gaze might be better dropping as her tongue slipped from between her lips and moistened her them; lips that matched her nails perfectly.

“N..No” I stuttered, “they’re fine, honestly!”

“Ahh, so you have studied them, then?” she grinned. “Just at the moment you definitely seem uncomfortable in the..err… mammary area; the waiter on the other hand seems quite unable to look anywhere else but into my décolletage!”

I felt a flush of relief but still kept my eyes front and centre, so to speak; “Oh good… no, I mean… I wasn’t… staring… then?”

“No, Martin, you weren’t. I have to say you’ve often flirted with me, quite tactile with a hand upon my elbow, that sort of thing… and that funny way you only ever kiss one cheek and not both and yet I’ve never caught you checking me out. I guess I’m not your type?” she said and I could literally hear and see the question mark at the end of the sentence as she tilted her head and that nail tracked down to the limit of her plunging neck-line.

I took my time taking another sip of my red wine, the only one for the night as I’d volunteered to be the designated driver, considering my reply and the woman’s face before me. “Honestly?” I asked and got a small nod in reply, “You’re definitely… my type!”

The smile returned fully to Suzy’s face before she consciously reined it in. “Still, like I said, never seen you checking me out and normally I can spot it from across the room!” she stated.

I leant forward resting my elbows either side of my empty dinner plate, looking left and right as if looking for potential eavesdroppers on the other tables; Suzy mirrored my stance and I was sorely tempted to let my eyes drop to the even better view of her cleavage. “Truth be told, I’m just a wee bit more subtle than the average possessor of the X-Y chromosomes!”

“Hmmm… so what, you’re more of an ass man?” she asked.

“Oh I do appreciate a shapely derriere and you my dear are definitely in possession of one of those… and yes, bosoms and bums, legs and lips as well as other… qualities help me form a… an aesthetic appreciation” I whispered conspiratorially, “All those wonderful attributes and more can be observed with the briefest of glances or even from the corner of one’s eye. I have wonderful peripheral vision” I confessed holding her gaze.

Suzy leant even closer, this time it was I that imitated her action; “So right now, you’re saying, is that you are indeed staring down my cleavage even though your eyes have never wavered from mine since I asked you about men’s breast obsession?”

I was about to answer when the man who had set off Suzy’s enquiry returned to the table.

The two of us leant back into our seats and I took the time to study the waiter and realised that Suzy’s observation had indeed been correct. I counted five glances at my friend’s chest and not a single one particularly subtle. He gathered our dishes and cutlery and asked if we would care for the dessert menu; a glance towards Suzy indicated that she didn’t, “Coffee?” I asked.

“Yes, please” she replied before looking up at the waiter, her fingernail once again tracing circles just above her cleavage as her eyes dared the young man to look down, “Irish please.”

“A double espresso, please” I stated and the waiter turned his attention to me with a sense of relief and a deep blush about his cheeks.

As he walked away I grinned across the table at Suzy; “You weren’t being quite so provocative earlier, the poor lad… all that blood rushing away from his brain!”

“I have no idea what you mean, Martin?” she replied ‘innocently’ as her fingernail dragged up the top of her dress, drawing it down fractionally as it travelled.

“They are quite the fine pair and the adroit use of your fingernail is a definite cause of… distraction!” I replied.

“For you as well?” she asked as she lifted her finger to her mouth and drew her nail across the tip of her tongue as it peeked out.

“Most definitely” I admitted, my hand twitching a fraction on the table as I wanted to drop it beneath the table and adjust my own swollen member within my trousers to a more comfortable position.

Her eyes glanced at the table top, almost a perfect line towards my crotch and she, ever so slowly, sucked on the tip of her finger directly causing a further diversion of blood-flow within me. I shook my head chewing my bottom lip before breaking into a wide grin.

“Something to add?” she asked.

“Oh, just a pet theory of mine, is all” to which Suzy raised an inquisitive eyebrow; her finger remaining between her lips as her tongue poked out curling around the pad. It was too much for me and my hand dropped beneath the table briefly to straighten my length within my trousers. I watched her chest rise as my action was obviously not lost on her and her hand dropped downwards and for the first time my eyes followed it.

“Please, feel free to explain, Martin” she said as I watched a shiny trail of her saliva follow her fingertip into her cleavage,

It took all my will not to pull on my rock hard member beneath the table and place my hand back onto the table. “Well. I’ve never agreed that women are the ‘weaker sex’; in fact in my book they hold all the power!”

“Nous?” she grinned and it took me a moment to translate the French.

I laughed at the simple play of the word; “Hmmm… Oui, tous” I replied quite sure I didn’t have the tense right but she let it pass. “All the things us boys do, good and bad, great and terrible; it’s all just to get into your pants. Or even your bras!”

“You’re blaming us for all the worlds ills?” I nodded in response as I watched that finger pull on the neck-line of her dress exposing the lacy edging of her underwear beneath. “Hmmm, an interesting point. Now if I was to concede it and of course I’m not saying that I do.”

“Of course” I replied pulling my eyes away and back up to Suzy’s.

“In this little… macro-verse of ours, what would you do if you… weren’t to get into my pants or even my corset?”

I gulped audibly as my mind’s eye pictured the woman before me without her dress on. “Fu… err…” I stammered, “Damn; I think… nothing too bad… maybe… just some extra laundry” I replied and although I was trying to be as cool as the woman opposite I knew that the colour was rising in my cheeks.

“And hypothetically speaking… what if you did get into my pants and corset?” she asked and I watched her teeth pinch her bottom lip.

“Oh, there’s definitely be extra laundry involved… but I would be so much happier doing it!” I answered.

She released her lip and her hands dropped to the table. There was a definite ‘evil’ glint in her eye as she pondered her words. She was just about to speak when our coffees arrived. The smile broadened on her face as she leant back and her nail returned to running along the edge of her dress as she kept her eyes focused on mine and without even having to look directly at our waiter I could see the young man almost drooling.

Once he had gone I shook my head, “Poor boy” I offered.

“He’ll get over it… hopefully there’s a girlfriend somewhere who’ll enjoy the results of my efforts!” she stated. Her eyes flicked down to the table top and again I figured she was almost looking through it to the swollen bulge within my trousers. “Back to the matter in hand,” she grinned, “Which one do you prefer?”

I shook my head failing to understand the question, “Which what?” I asked.

“Which boobie?” she grinned.

I could see Suzy’s eyes water as she stifled her laugh at the expression on my face and leant forward, her forearms flat on the table giving me a perfect view of her bosom. I shook my head to dislodge the shock within; “To be fair, it’s never been a question I have been asked before… truth be told, even though I do seriously appreciate a fine pair of mammaries like your own,” I spent a further moment staring into the woman’s eyes before me before looking down into the deep cleavage on display before me, “Hmmm… I’ve never picked a favourite before… between a pair that is I guess.”

I took my time examining the partial orbs on display and the shadowy depths all the way down beneath her dress and corset; I watched quite fascinated as they rose and fell with her breathing and licked my lips hungrily as she squeezed her upper arms together deepening the wonderful chasm between her breasts. “Well?” she asked after what was at least thirty seconds contemplation.

I lifted my eyes up to Suzy’s and noted a blush to her cheeks that I knew wasn’t due to embarrassment. “I have to make this decision on the… err, information that’s on display? To be sure, to make an informed decision I’d have to weigh up all of the data!” I answered and saw a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she leant back in her seat and raised the white-topped coffee to her lips without saying a word.

I lifted my own black coffee and sipped it and took my time as I dropped a small lump of unprocessed sugar into it before stirring it thoroughly. “Tell me, what’s riding on this decision because at the moment I simply can’t decide” I asked.

Her tongue flicked out between her lips and cleaned the thin line of cream from her upper lip. She took a couple of seconds before responding, “Let’s say… the level of enjoyment in doing your laundry,” she paused and I could see her mulling over a thought and I waited patiently for her to continue.

Her expression changed, a definite hint of seriousness played about her eyes and yet I almost jumped out my skin as I felt her foot beneath the table brush my shin quite deliberately. Mental note: remember to never play Poker with Suzy unless you want to lose I thought to myself. “Let’s see, do you know why Lisa suggested the four of us start going for meals when she did?” she asked.

I shook my head, “I hadn’t really given it much thought” I admitted.

Her eyes began to smile again as she continued although initially my own faded a little. “I had a scare a year ago… one of those ‘serious doctor-type scares’!” she lifted her glass of Irish coffee and downed the remainder in one go in a very unladylike fashion, “A lump was found and cut a long story short it was removed along with a sizable portion of my…” she grinned as she left out a word, “breast. So, now I have a fake boobie and a real boobie!”

“Wow!” I exclaimed glancing down, “I mean… shit, sorry” I apologised as I looked back up into her eyes; glad to see my surprise hadn’t offended her.

“I must admit I did pay quite a bit more for a top-notch plastic surgeon and he did do quite a superb job,” she grinned even more, “ Almost too good cause you realise it’s quite the rarity for both boobs to be absolutely identical!”

I blushed as I shook my head, “No, I wasn’t aware of that fact” my eyes dropping down again; “And hence the question… and I feel even more unsure of my answer now.”


Suzy’s phone trilled and she reached for it, unlocking it with her ring finger before reading the message that appeared. Even before she turned it towards me showing that it was from Lisa asking how the evening was my own phone beeped. I pulled it from the pocket of my trousers and saw a message from Mark, “How’s it going? You know Lisa is insisting I ask you!” I read aloud.

Suzy grinned at me and quickly tapped a reply before sending it and then showing me; ‘Just fine and dandy, very hot and interested waiter at the restaurant!!!!’

I laughed loudly, my spent cock twitching within Suzy’s hot wet quim as she sat astride me on her bed. I tapped my own reply to Mark, ‘OMG I sneezed wine through my nose after the meal. Not one of my better nights!’

Suzy’s pussy rippled wonderfully around my softening length as she laughed in response before leaning forwards, her hair dangling around my face. “I love Lisa dearly, but she isn’t half a nosey parker!”

“Quite possibly” I replied as I cupped her breasts between us, my thumbs rolling her hard nipples tenderly earning a sigh from her lips.

Even with the last hour with unrestricted access which included a thorough examination I was still unsure which of Suzy’s breasts was fake and which was real. I suspected it was the left one as it felt the barest of fractions colder than the other but having no idea if implants transmitted heat better or worse than normal flesh it was just simply a guess. The truth was I didn’t care and eminently happy not knowing.

As for my answer, I cheated and said that I wanted them both just as long as they were attached to Suzy.

What Friends are for!

•July 20, 2017 • 2 Comments

Hello again, Dear Avid Reader,

Once upon a time there was an erotic site named Lush who would frequently hold story competitions and as oft as not I would already have penned (okay, typed) a tome that met the criteria required. This effort however was crafted the other way around and was to be about pushing the limits of the protagonist beyond their normal desires and sexual limits. Well, i doubt I won but as ever i do hope you enjoy!



I couldn’t believe myself!

But, my heart was pounding loudly in my chest as I surrendered myself to this stranger in a dank, dirty alley and a lustful almost maniacal smile spread across my lips. I felt it start and begin to spread from within my belly as this strangers cock shoved roughly up into my soaking slit. A moan slipped from my lips, getting louder as the first hint of my orgasm grew and grew. The rough brick rubbed against my back, my thin dress barely registering as this ‘man with no name’ drove faster up inside me.

His hand shot up clamping over my mouth as my groans grew and echoed down the alley towards the front of the club where we had just met barely twenty minutes earlier. His own moan escaped from him as my pussy shrunk and clenched tightly around his invading manhood and if it hadn’t had been for his hand I knew he at least would have heard the giggle mix with my moan as I thought about my disappointment when I had been on my knees moments before and had unveiled his cock.

Size doesn’t always matter I thought; he’d been so happy when I had taken all of his meagre five inches (if I was generous) and slim shaft into my mouth. Even as I closed my eyes and the pulsing warmth of my orgasm quickly approached I remembered his comment, “Damn girl, I love being deep throated!”; my own sarcastic thoughts had been simply that was a talent I had never mastered and still wasn’t doing this night. A nervous, almost uncontrollable laughter was spreading through my mind but then the pure, animalistic, irresistible need for pleasure won.

I screamed against his hand and felt my cervix dip down within me even though there was no chance he would feel the sensation within me. Stars exploded behind my eyelid and my hands turned into claws as I gripped the shoulders of his leather jacket and ground my squirting quim hard down against his hips.


I half-walked, half-danced through the throng on the dance floor heading to the corner of the club where I had last seen my best friend Chloe. Equal parts of satisfaction, shame, lust and guilt vied for superiority within my head as I wondered at what I had just done. What I had done, wilfully, greedily after seven years of faithful marriage. It had possibly been the best fuck and one of the most intense orgasms of my life and had absolutely nothing to do with the abilities of the man involved, let alone the size of his equipment.

A nervous smile etched itself on my mouth as I felt my pussy, hot and soaking and tingling behind my soaked underwear clench and squeeze out a little more of my own juices and whatever the stranger had deposited within. The smile remained as I slid behind the high table where Chloe, I and our two friends had been drinking. For a moment I lifted the half-full glass of Pernod and lemonade I had been drinking before placing it back down as the last sensible part of my brain suggested that there was a chance it had been tampered with.

I shook my head and laughed unheard beneath the heavy beat of the bass speakers a dozen yards away. “Maybe you were already spiked?” I accused the glass “maybe you’re to blame!” I lifted the glass and downed the remainder of the drink knowing that whatever had happened was entirely down to my own desire and needs and that all that had happened was that the stranger had been in the right place at the right time.

I looked up and saw Chloe, Marie and Ness dancing over to the left, three or four predators circling them; I could imagine David Attenborough’s narration as he described the wolves looking for the weak one in the pack or trying to separate one from the group. Still the smile played on my lips as it seemed on this night I was the spoils of the hunt and I had been caught coming back from the toilets… the water closet rather than the watering hole.

Guilt and shame reared their heads as I rolled my shoulders aware that there were scratches upon my back from the brick wall I had been fucked against and that my bare knees were possibly dirty from kneeling in the alley as I had sucked greedily on the man’s below-average cock, possibly with the hope that I could indeed increase its length and girth. Still a smile played about my lips as I admitted to myself it was the ‘forbidden fruit’ itself that had made me ‘cum’ so hard. Once again I felt my heart pound within my chest as I knew that sooner or later I would again cheat on my husband.

Jack; a wonderful, caring husband, a good father… an above average lover with an above average cock; most women’s dream! Even after two children and a vagina that had suffered in the process of childbirth, Jack’s cock had enough girth on it and almost eight inches in length that when he drove it inside me I got that wonderful feeling of ‘fullness’! I nibbled on my bottom lip as I thanked the God’s I didn’t believe in (even if I had sworn by them in a church seven years previously) that my husband’s tongue and mouth and enthusiasm when he buried his head between my thighs was the best I’d ever had.

Still. In spite of it all, the fuck I’d just experienced, and there was no other word for it; this taboo was my crack cocaine. Maybe it wouldn’t be next week, or next month, or even this year; but I knew in my heart that I would cheat on my man again. And again!

I looked up and my eyes found Chloe’s as she span about and grinned at me, beckoning me back onto the dance floor. I knew for an instant that my guilt was written all over my face and I saw the puzzlement in her eyes before I put on a poker-face and smiled apologetically and rubbed my stomach. She held the briefest of questions in her steel blue eyes before nodding and returning her attention to teasing the tall Latino to her right while keeping out of reach of his curious hands.

Chloe! Divorced, no kids, my best friend; a gorgeous 32 year old who had no reason to hold back and was the complete symbol of my guilt as the strobe lights flashed across her tight yellow, mid-thigh dress. Chloe, my husband’s sister!


“Allie… Allie?”

I struggled to open my eyes, for a few moments I was lost; even alien within my body, sharp lines of sensitivity etched on my shoulder blades and a deep, pervasive heat within my belly. A voice called me from the distance, insistent and caring all at once.

“Allie” Chloe repeated, “Your stop girl… damn you’ve been a lightweight tonight!”

I forced open my eyes and realised I was sat in the back of Chloe’s car with my friend twisted in her seat looking back at me grinning. I grunted in response and offered a weak smile before looking out the side window to see my home up the short driveway. My home where my loving husband and two children were; I glanced across to our bedroom and could see a faint light seeping around the heavy drapes and knew that Jack had left my bedside light on for me.

I chewed on my bottom lip as the full realisation of my actions and the evidence that was undoubtedly apparent about my person rose in my mind. “No, I’m just fine girl, just needed a power nap was all!” I answered Chloe as the heat within my belly receded and was replaced with a guilty nausea.

“Well, it’s three in the A.M. and your chauffeur has delivered you back to the warm embrace of your family… my last and final stop, out you get girl!” she replied still grinning.

Jack would be sleeping, but I knew it would be a light sleep and that he would probably wake as soon as I entered the bedroom if not when he heard my key in the lock. I thought about my feelings earlier in the evening before my moral lapse, feelings about the end of the night when I’d slip into bed and my husband would wrap his arms about me and often as not I would feel his cock, swollen and then rapidly swelling against my ass as he would bury his head into my hair. These monthly outings with his sister were often marked with a warm wet feeling between my thighs throughout the night in expectation of my return home.

“Oh come on, Chloe… Miss designated driver… you sure you don’t fancy some alcohol?” I asked turning back to face her. The puzzled expression I had seen earlier flashed across her brow, “Seriously, I’m buzzing again, let’s head to yours and crack a bottle of wine?”

“Really, you sure?” she asked, her eyes glancing to my house and along the front to my bedroom in particular, “Won’t Jack be worried… waiting like?”

“Waiting? Nah, he’s snoring like a foghorn by now… come on girl, Tequila; you know that’s a bad idea!” I replied raising a mischievous eyebrow.

“Tequila?” she echoed turning back to face me, “Shit girl… you know that’s such a BAD idea!”

“On James and don’t spare the horses” I ordered as she turned back to the steering wheel catching a wicked glint in her eyes as she caught mine in the rear view mirror. I looked at my bedroom window and my pussy ached a little in disappointment as Jack’s cock sailed past as we headed the mile and a half to Chloe’s flat down at the marina.


After dropping my coat over the back of the couch I dropped down into it and looked out through the sliding doors of the balcony at the city lights across the marina. I texted Jack to let him know where I was and that it was unlikely  that I would be home tonight as I wondered where the stranger was who had fucked me an hour or so earlier was and if he now resided somewhere within the field of my vision. I squirmed a little on the seat as my senses concentrated on my stained and soaked lace panties adhered to my mound.

“Penny for your thoughts?” asked Chloe as she returned from the kitchen carrying a bottle of Jose Cuervo, a pair of shot glasses, a knife and chopping board as well as a whole lemon and a salt cellar.

I grinned and for a moment as I imagined telling her I was thinking about some unknown man’s semen seeping from my pussy. “A lemon?” I asked instead.

“Needs must, fresh outta limes!” she smiled back as she pulled up an armchair and sat down across the coffee table from me. I drew my eyes from the view as she shifted forward to the edge of her seat, hitching up the hem of her dress and spreading her legs in order to lean forward closer to the table and began slicing the table.

I laughed quietly as Chloe’s stance reminded me of the way most men sit, my eyes even dropped between her thighs to check for a bulge that I knew wasn’t there and saw the yellow triangle of her thong. “What now?” she asked without looking up.

I moved to the edge of the couch, making sure to keep my thighs tightly closed, utterly aware of the shortness of my dress and the state of my own underwear. “Well, pilgrim, you sit there like the Duke himself!” I replied with a poor imitation of John Wayne’s drawl.

Chloe looked down at her splayed legs and then up at me as I cracked the bottle of Tequila and poured out two shots; “I guess I do, little lady, but needs must after all.”

After two shots each Chloe rose and headed to the small kitchen to return with a four more shot glasses; the two of us shook our heads at each other at this further ‘bad’ idea but proceeded to line up the glasses, slices of lemon and tiny piles of salt on the table between us.

The two of us held up our first glasses and looked towards each other; “To bad ideas!” we said simultaneously and proceeded to knock back the shots. Both of us fell back laughing as we finished our third shots, salt and lemon. Slowly my laughter subsided and I was vaguely aware that Chloe was already silent; totally silent some part of my brain told me and the paranoia within me quickly caused my own merriment to subside.

I opened my eyes and drew my them down from the ceiling above to see my best friend with an expression on her face I struggled to decipher although I had no doubt exactly where her eyes were focused. My legs quivered as I realised they had spread apart as I collapsed back on the couch and with the shortness of my dress I knew that my panties were completely exposed. Stains and all!

“Was it good?” she simply asked.

“I… I…err…” I stammered in reply.

I watched as it took some effort on Chloe’s part to drag her eyes up to meet mine. “Allie; I was already pretty sure what you were up to earlier,” she stated tilting her head to one side and letting her eyes slowly drop back down my sprawled form; “You were gone far too long in the club, I was almost about to organise search parties. When you returned you had that look of the cat that had got the Dairy Plant let alone the cream. For fucks sake you could have done a far better job of cleaning your knees although only when we arrived back here did I see the tear to the back of your dress.”

I dropped my eyes to my lap and guiltily closed my thighs together, my hands gripping the hem of my dress and stretching it down far beyond its fundamental design. I struggled to take in air as I felt my cheeks burn with a complete blush of guilt; possibly aided by the rapid consumption of Tequila. “I’m sorry” I whispered.

“Not sure why you’re sorry… the real giveaway of course before I saw the state of your panties was you not going home to fuck Jack brains out as you normally do!” she replied as a matter of fact.

My eyes shot up to stare at Chloe’s face, her gaze still focused on the hem of my dress as she nibbled at her lip; “I… wh… what do you mean?”

“Oh come on girl, we’re all aware of ‘Miss-Gagging-For-It’ every month; last year we ran a book on how long it would take you to herd the four of us into the car when we took to stalling!” Chloe laughed loudly and flopped back into her armchair; her eyes now focused on mine and quite deliberately lifted up one bare foot placing it on the edge of the coffee table. Her knee swayed left and right, all the while leaving her bright thong in view; a smirk flashed about her lips as my eyes flicked down briefly. “I’ve always enjoyed watching you squirm and fidget in the car; seeing your impatience and smile grow the closer we got to your house!”

Chloe’s tongue slipped from between her lips, sliding from side to side and back again till they shone. I opened and closed my mouth, trying to find words and totally unsure of the side of my sister-in-law and best friend I was seeing. If she thought that I looked like the cat that had got the Dairy Plant she looked like the cat that had its paw on the mouse’s tail.

“Yes… always been quite the vicarious pleasure knowing that your pussy was getting wetter and wetter the slower I drove each time…. A real appetizer for the main course I suppose?” she breathed raising her eyebrow as she let her knee fall fully to the side. My eyes dropped once again, with her dress pulled across the gusset of her thong was totally exposed; a dark streak bisected her mound, following the obvious contours of her slit.

I stared at her obvious dampness and stammered “M… m… main course?”

“Ohh yesss… each time I drive… well let’s say it always takes me at least an hour to get home… after I drop you off. Of course by which time my thongs are usually soaked, sometimes even ripped!” she answered as her hand dropped and a bright red fingernail slid up the edge of her dampening crotch.

“I… I don’t understand” I lied to Chloe and myself.

She laughed quietly; a mocking laugh that signposted how little she believed me, “Ohh Allie… let me explain” she answered as that fingernail slid across to the wet line on her underwear and dragged slowly upwards. The dark damp patch spread in response and her chest rose and fell, hard nipples straining through her dress as she breathed deeply, “I sneak up to your window and spy on you… on hot summer nights like tonight I can also listen as you suck, fuck or… get licked.” Her voice dropped to almost a whisper on the last word and she writhed in the chair as that red-painted nail traced tiny circles atop, what I had no doubt was a rock hard clit.

I shook my head but my eyes never left my best friends crotch as I struggled to find words; after a number of seconds I answered “I think I should leave… yeah… I should go…”

Chloe’s fingernail pressed hard into the sodden material and her labia parted causing the stained fabric to slide within exposing the outer edges of a closely trimmed bush. “Ohh you could,” she panted, her eyes starting to glaze over “there’s nothing keeping…mmm… you here… but where… fuck!” again the last word was almost silent as her finger slid lower and pushed her thong fully between her pussy lips, disappearing inside her granting me a view of her soaking quim as if she had no underwear on at all. She shook and trembled as I heard the faintest of rips from between her thighs; after twenty of thirty seconds, her twisting finger fully inside her she stilled and relaxed and her eyes once again focused.

“Mmmm… yes, nothing keeping you here, Allie… but where will you go? Home? With your torn dress… dirty knees and let’s not forget your cunt full of another man’s cum! What will my dear brother think of that?” she grinned with full knowledge of my predicament.

“I… I… don’t understand…” I was willing my legs to move but in that moment I knew what the rabbit frozen in the oncoming headlights felt like. “This is wrong” I breathed and shook myself physically, “What are you doing Chloe… watching your brother and me… it’s wrong!”

She shook her head and eased her finger from her wet slit lifting it up to her mouth and licked her juices slowly from it. When she was satisfied, which I was sure was only when I started to fidget at the sight before me; the sight I couldn’t drag my stare from did she answer. “Oh poor sweet naïve Allie… I was never watching Jack, he was just… what’s the word… yes, incidental! What is it, sixteen years and for all that time I’ve wondered, dreamt about what that sweet little cunt of yours tastes like!”

“Ohh my god!” I said sharply, “Chloe!”

A switch seemed to flick in my friend and she leant forward and leant across the table knocking an empty shot glass onto the carpet which didn’t even register in her eyes as she closed the distance between us. I pressed myself back into the couch recoiling from the predatory, ‘unknown’ person before me. “Your choice, dear Allie” she stated, “You can open those long legs of yours and let me drink my fill… clean up the evidence” she grinned, “borrow… have a dress and fresh underwear, get all cleaned up, stay the night and see your beloved husband and kids tomorrow… hell if you want, I’ll take the kids to the seaside and give you all day to get royally fucked by Jack… or you can go home… now!”

“B… b… but… but I’m not gay” I stammered.

An electric shock ran through my body as Chloe’s hands reached my knees as she knelt fully on the coffee table; those red painted nails scratching my flesh seemed to paralyse every muscle in my body. “Strictly speaking the technical term is bisexual and I don’t care… I won’t tell on you my unfaithful sister-in-law; but I don’t have to help you cover up your cheating either!”

A tremble ran up my legs as I felt her nails scratch insistently at my flesh, her right fingers damp against my skin from her pussy juices and saliva. I forced myself to shake my head, “I can’t… please… don’t” I begged as my heart pounded loudly in my chest and my pussy quivered betraying my conscious mind.

“Oh I CAN!” she said deliberately and I felt her hands strain against my knees to push them apart, “or you can go.”

I kept shaking my head, my eyes remaining fixed on my friends that were filled with an unadulterated animal lust. I could feel my traitorous quim leaking; knowing it was staining the ruined underwear again that had finally betrayed me to this stranger, my best friend who wasn’t the person I knew, a person I trusted. The ‘sister’ I never had; a ‘sister’ that now wanted (had always wanted) to bury her face in my dampening slit that was diluting the seed of a complete stranger from an hour or so before.

“I can’t… I can’t…” I whispered, “… go home…”

“I know” she answered without a trace of sympathy as I turned my face away and reluctantly relaxed my thighs as her hand spread my legs wide apart pressing them back against the edge of the couch.

I felt tears run down my cheeks as Chloe’s nails raked up along the insides of my thighs and then I jumped, inadvertently shoving my crotch against the mouth that had covered my mound. I gritted my teeth together as my pussy trembled and quivered in autonomic response; my entire body betraying me as my nipples hardened and ached and begged for me to grab them, pinch them, and twist them. My own hands balled up into fists by my sides as my soiled panties were torn away and Chloe’s tongue plunged into my wet hole.

She was ravenous; a starving woman who had been lost in the desert and had dived into first oasis she had found. Her hands slipped beneath my ass, those nails digging deep into my flesh as she pulled me forward to the very edge of the couch and that tongue, delving, twisting and searching for every drop of my juices as they started flow against the wishes of my brain. I jerked and shuddered as I felt her teeth rub back and forth over my turncoat clit that throbbed and sent sparks echoing outwards through my frame. I’m not going to cum… I’m not going to cum I preached silently to myself within the last, quickly shrinking part of my rational mind.

Chloe moaned between my thighs and I opened my eyes a fraction, casting a furtive sideways look at her ass raised up in the air as she knelt on the coffee table; her hips were twitching and writhing and I knew that her own juices were running down the insides of her thighs. My eyes slammed shut as my tongue had slipped through my teeth and had licked my lips as the wonder of what my best friend and sister-in-law tasted like had wormed into my thoughts. “Nooo…” I whispered and I felt the woman between my legs hesitate for a fraction of a second and knew that she had heard me.

She mumbled incoherently in to my dripping quim and that tongue drove in and out faster and incredibly deeper as her fingers dug deep into the flesh of my ass, pulling and squeezing my cheeks. Sharp points of pain and pleasure shot out from the points of her fingernails and my body started to tremble, heat radiating from my quim as the rhythmic pulsing began deep inside and the last coherent though fled my mind.

I screamed loudly as my juices flooded out like never before and my best friend drank them down greedily. Images of the stranger fucking me in the alley mixed with Jack taking me from behind as I bucked and jerked against Chloe’s face. I was vaguely aware of a muffled laugh of triumph from between my legs as my orgasm overtook me completely.

It was some moments, maybe just seconds, maybe a minute, maybe more before anything other than the sensory input from my tongue-fucked pussy inveigled itself back into my brain. I opened my eyes to become aware that one of my hands was now threaded through Chloe’s hair holding her tight against my crotch and the other was grasping my left breast through my dress and bra. A grin slipped across my lips as I felt self-inflicted scratches on the tender flesh around my bullet-hard nipple.

Tiny shudders haphazardly radiated from my core as I let my hands drop down as Chloe softly and delicately lapped and teased my outer lips and clit. I looked down to see her looking up at me, her eyes soft and grateful. Her hands slipped from beneath me and she placed a single gentle kiss onto my clit; I twitched in response as a tiny, wonderful, torturous spark lit up my nerves. “Tell me Allie… tell me truthfully, that wasn’t so bad was it?” she asked as she revealed her shiny, smeared face with smeared lipstick and running mascara from between my legs.

I bit my lip and shook my head the barest fraction unable to deny the fact.

Chloe knelt upright on the table, her knees sliding apart nudging another shot glass onto the floor as she grasped the hem of her dress and pulled it up and off her head to leave her in just her matching yellow bra and thoroughly soaked thong still bisecting her quim. I seemed to have no will left at all as my eyes wandered over her small frame taking in the details; details that I had been aware of for years including the belly-button piercing, the small pink, crescent shaped birthmark on her right hip and the small black, rose tattoo opposite it.

Her eyes never left mine as she reached behind and unclipped her bra throwing it to the side and then cupping and massaging her b-cup breasts. My eyes dropped down as I resisted the urge to lick my lips as I studied her quim; the short neatly trimmed bush was matted to her skin and shiny trails of her juices were streaked down her thighs. I let out a little gasp as I saw her secretions had formed a small pool on the table beside her left knee.

She looked down and grinned, “I can get a bit messy… though even this is quite something as I’ve barely touched myself.” She reached down and dragged a pair of fingers through the viscous fluid as then held them up to study. “Tell me, Allie, do you like the taste of your own cunt juice?” she asked, a hint of the earlier determination returning to her voice.

I looked at her fingers nervously, “I thought…” I replied my voice trailing off as my eyes went to her and saw that earlier animal lust return.

“You thought, did you? Thought that eating out your cunt, wonderful as it was, was enough?” she asked with a level voice as she rose up to stand on the table.

I nodded dumbly in reply as I watched her hook her fingers into her underwear and draw them down, the crotch reluctant to slip from her soaking pussy till it sprang out and she dropped them to the table and stepped out of them.

“You can leave anytime you want, anytime at all” she grinned as she stepped from the table to stand between my still splayed feet. “You can go home… blame it all on me now; those scratches I carved into your ass could only belong to a woman…” she looked up to the right as she pondered the thought. “I suppose some transsexual or cross-dresser perhaps but I’m sure my brother will get off on a woman using you for her own personal gratification… he might even get off even more knowing his sister sucked that lovely wet cunt of yours and at the end I have the scratches on my scalp to prove just how much you loved it!”

I gulped loudly and felt my dripping pussy twitch as I imagined my husband’s reaction, completely unsure what it would be but in my mind’s eye I imagined his thick cock harder than I had ever known and rope after rope after rope of his seed spraying my pussy, breasts and face as he wanked off above me listening to tales of his sister’s talented tongue.

“So, dear ‘sis’; wanna see just how much of a dyke you can be?” she asked as she stepped up onto the couch and brought her sweet smelling sex level with my face.

I looked up past her heaving chest into those hard eyes as I felt her fingers slide through my hair, those red nails scratching, softly insistent at my scalp and knew all of my resistance was gone. She saw it in my eyes as she gently lowered her crotch down onto my willing tongue.

“Ohhh yesss… you’re mine now!” she moaned as my tongue slipped into her hot wet folds and I had my first taste of another woman’s pussy. “You’re so gonna love this… mmm… and damn, we haven’t even started with my toys!!!”

Chloe had a tangy, almost peppery taste. It took me less than five seconds to decide that it was wonderful as my fingers slid between my thighs and started to tease my hard, aching clit. “Mmmm… toys” I mumbled incomprehensibly into her slit as her juices started to flow once again.

It’s here!!!

•March 21, 2017 • Leave a Comment

Just a note, finally got my own copy of my own book. There is definitely something ‘real’ when it’s printed on paper… although I did spot three or four errors that I never saw before in pixel form. Luckily just ‘and’ instead of ‘an’ and that sort of thing. For those of you who have read it, I of course apologise.

As ever, I hope you enjoyed it despite the odd mistake.




Too Damn Hot…

•February 18, 2017 • Leave a Comment

Well, Dear Avid Reader…

Although quite a lot of my attention was being diverted to my recent publication there was still a bit of my mind that continued to dwell in other corners. Here’s a little consideration of things meteorological! As ever I hope you enjoy and maybe, just maybe work up a little … sweat(?).






Each time a blade of the ceiling fan sweeps in our direction I feel the tiniest breaths of air across my flesh.

It’s just not enough; I let my eyes follow a single blade around its tiny orbit and then I try to fix my gaze at a point on the cracked ceiling within its arc. The microscopic respite I feel as the hot air shifts over my sweat soaked flesh is just enough for my nerves to register how unbearably hot it is in between the beats of the blades above.

“Fuck” I whisper unable to believe that Jolie lying beside me can sleep at all. I roll my head and look at the dark skinned body beside me and feel the usual stir within my loins. The air from within my lungs feels like it’s rising from an oven as opposed to the oxygen I’m inhaling from a furnace. I allow my gaze to roam over her form. She shifts fractionally, a murmur escaping her lips as if she can feel the weight and heat of my eyes upon her. I bite my lip as I see the almost black nipple atop her slowly rising and falling chest and a simple autonomic response prevails and a little extra blood gets diverted within me.

“Too hot…” I mutter to myself but my flaccid cock swells and unfurls a fraction as my eyes focus on a point, just millimetres from my lover’s soft nipple as a tiny bead of sweat begins to form. The light of the half-moon reflects of the tiny droplet as the light streams through the open window, the curtains rippling a fraction with just the hint of a breeze from off the Caribbean Sea and I lick my lips, imagining the saltiness of that tiny pearl of sweat upon the tip of my tongue.

The thought of the taste alone within my mind is enough for my cock to stop ‘wondering’ about the idea and to start swelling with a determination that has it actually aching before it is even half erect. I turn onto my side, shifting down on the cotton sheet to stare closer at Jolie’s breast. Satellite beads are forming around the first as it grows and swells; the weight of the secreted fluid starting to warp as gravity fights against the attraction to her flesh. I feel my own nipples harden in sympathy as she mutters quietly in her sleep and I tentatively reach out with a finger; aware of the heat from her dark flesh even though I’m not touching it.too-damn-hot

The spell breaks/is cast as the droplet runs down over the curve of her rising and falling bosom following the path of least resistance and picking up a few of the satellite beads on the way, causing it to swell and roll down her obsidian flesh faster. I have to move my finger fractionally as its path meanders and I feel it connect with the tip of my finger. I bite my lip as I feel my own secretions; on my flesh and from the eye of my fully hardened cock. Goose-bumps briefly erupt down my side in a vain attempt to counter the hot humid atmosphere and I brush my finger across my lips savouring her perspiration.

I drop my hand down between us as delicately as I removed the drop of sweat from my lover’s body, lifting the heavy pearl of my pre-cum from the eye of my cock. I grin at the ‘independent’ frustration of my erection as my finger moves away and my hand, startlingly pale against her almost night-dark flesh in the cold light of the moon, moves up Jolie’s body following her curves within a fraction of an inch forbidding myself any direct contact. My eyes glance upwards as she shifts slightly and I see her pupils shifting beneath their lids and her tongue briefly appear moistening her lips. For a second I’m tempted to transfer my body’s saltiness to her lips but I resist and return my attention to her chest.

I hold my hand above her, the finger with the heavy translucent pearl of my precum hanging downwards; just above her soft nipple. I watch as it rises and falls as she inhales and exhales and each time I lower my hand a fraction like some strange and non-fatal sword of Damocles. My cock throbs, demanding attention and offers a second droplet as if in bribery but for this moment in time it has no chance as the gap steadily shrinks. My heart thuds loudly in my chest as Jolie takes a deeper breath and contact is made.

It appears that my pre-cum likes my lover’s flesh more than my own as almost all of it transfers to her. A thin thread links the two and stretches as I lift my hand up. I stifle a moan as I watch fascinated as my lover’s nipple grows; swelling rapidly seemingly drawn by this one fragile filament of cohesive fluid. Even though it was exactly what I hoped for, the result causes a massive jump in my temptation and desire as always; every single time I’ve tried and largely failed to resist my Jolie’s hard, long nipples.

I start to lean forward and my lover grumbling under her breath turns away from me onto her side. She shifts for some moments; her subconscious maybe demanding a more comfortable or less-hot position, as one hand slips from beneath her and lies parallel to her back as one leg stretches down and the other bends upwards. My own chest rises and falls as I inhale deeply knowing that any aspect of my lover’s body is a source of desire to me and I spend a few moments just gazing up and down her body. From the paler skin beneath her feet, up her legs, over that wonderful ass, dipping down to her waist and up her spine to her braided hair, sprawling across the pillow covering her face.

Briefly I lick the remains of my seed from the tip of my finger and ignore the demands of my insistent member to simply ‘fuck her’. I look down and see her hand open between us and shift forward a fraction and gently lay my hard shaft into the palm of her hand. Her fingers close a fraction but then still as I return my attention to her body. Gently I reach up and one by one shift the heavy braids to reveal her slender neck. Another mutter escapes from her lips and her hand flexes before relaxing beneath my erection.

… “Too damn hot!” she had said when we had crawled into bed and at the time my own libido had been in agreement but that was then and this was now. For the past week our love-making had always been in the morning when it was significantly cooler. As the days had passed the mercury had risen higher and even the locals were showing signs of lethargy with the near 100% humidity. This poor boy from the Emerald Isle had availed himself of every patch of shade and every available body of water at every chance.

Jolie’s own genetic make-up meant that at least she could find some sleep even if it sleeping-joliewasn’t the deep and total sleep she got cocooned beneath a high-tog duvet back in our flat in the winter time. The hot nights were where I suffered; tossing and turning and only getting brief snatches of REM and yet this last week had been on an entirely new level. Tonight had been following the same path till that tiny drop of sweat had formed on my lover’s nipple and ‘little-brain’ had begged/demanded attention. I took my time and examined every square inch of my lover’s body before me. Although tonight the devil upon my shoulder was in full agreement with my aching cock and it wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer!

I reach down, opening my hand flat and gradually draw it over my lover’s ass, just a few millimetres from her flesh, able to feel the heat rising from her body and yet not touching it. I’d done this many times when sleep denied me and I wondered if Jolie had any idea how many times I had resisted disturbing her and eventually taken myself in hand, often beside the bed looking at the curves beneath a heavy duvet; just the mop of hair peeking out. I knew with her naked beside me, (no longer a thought in the back of my mind) that no matter how hot it was (maybe because it was so hot) it wasn’t going to end like that tonight!

Staring closely at her flesh I could see the tiny hairs that covered her flesh struggling to rise as my hand passed over; the grip of that fine sheen of sweat refusing to relinquish its grip. The pitiful breeze from the fan above failed dismally to cool either of us though that minute draft running across my own flesh and particularly around my crotch was exquisite. My lover mumbles as my hand again resumes its journey down her body following the contours as close as I dare. My cock throbs, twitching upon Jolie’s hand, begging, for me to take it in my own hand or slide it against her sleeping form.

My teeth press into my lower lip as I feel a heavy dew drop of my precum seeping from the eye of my hard aching cock. I let my hand drift over the semi-sphere of her gorgeous right cheek and down to my rock hard member. I draw in a deep breath as it twitches against my hand pressing it against my lover’s, whose fingers flex in response. I shift fractionally closer pulling back on my foreskin revealing my sensitive, slick glans. Staring down between us I draw it up off her palm knowing that I leave behind a tell-tale smear and raise it across the curve of her cheek and into the valley of her ass.

“Oh god” I whisper and an indiscernible mutter escapes from my lover’s lips in response as I slowly draw my cock downwards, my eyes riveted to the shimmering trail I leave behind. My chest deflates as I slowly release my breath and let my aching cock head nestle between the tops of her thighs wondering, hoping that the extra slickness I can feel is from her pussy and not just my own imagination. A further mumble escapes her lips as I lay still wondering if she will wake.

My heart beats heavily in my chest and apart from the wildlife outside the window and the regular ‘frup’ of the fan all else remains silent. Carefully I ease myself up on my left elbow and look down at my lover; both arms bent up in front of her face, hands together almost as if in prayer. I let my eyes roam across her naked form seeing the bottom curve of her breast beneath her upper arm. Carefully I slide my hand over her, the flat of my palm once again bare millimetres from her flesh and draw it up over her stomach.

Consciously I twitch my member as it rests just beneath her ass; the heat of the night and the heat of her flesh feeling even hotter as I reach the swell of her dark skinned breast. Jolie mutters again and shifts before me; a small twist of her right leg squeezes my glans more and her right arm slides upwards obligingly exposing the full beauty of her bosom to my view. “Yes” I breathe as I cup my hand and cover her breast feeling her nipple beneath my palm, soft at first and then slowly growing till it presses firmer and then hardening completely.

It takes all my self-control, (which I know is quickly eroding) not to simply catch it between my fingers and squeeze and twist and pull upon it. Her chest rises and falls quicker causing the little nub of flesh to slide across my calloused flesh and again she shifts her legs and stirs; this time her thighs opening and releasing my glans from their pleasurable grasp. I ease my hips forward a fraction, my cock head sliding upwards and feeling the shallow cleft of her quim against it.

Jolie releases a soft sigh and for the first time I’m sure that I can sense dampness from her slit that isn’t to do with the heat or humidity of the atmosphere. Very carefully I shift my hips forward the tiniest fraction of an inch, briefly closing my eyes as I savour the intimate detail of her slit against my painfully throbbing glans. In my mind all there is to see is the dark flesh of her mound slowly shifting and the slick, red flesh within spreading as her quim opens and my slippery glans nestles against it.

Her erect nipple presses harder against my palm as she inhales deeply, my hand cupping her full breast and an indecipherable mutter escaping from her mouth. Her outer lips peel apart even more and it takes all my self-control not to thrust my hips upwards as I feel the upper side of my glans snuggling into the wetness and heat of her vulva. I grind my teeth as my shaft twitches pushing firmer into Jolie’s quim and my fingers press softly into the flesh of her bosom.

I barely stifle a gasp as Jolie shifts her hips back towards me and her hot, wet folds engulf my cock head completely. A long low murmur rises from my lover’s mouth as I taste the ferrous, coppery hint of my own blood as my own teeth dig into the flesh of lips. My body shudders, my hand twitching upon her breast and then I can’t believe and yet dwell completely in the sensation as my cock erupts flooding the entrance to my lover’s pussy with my seed.

“Ahhh… god” I whisper as I feel each individual jet of my ejaculate drive between the walls of Jolie’s semi-dilated pussy. My body shakes as my mind imagines my teenage self all those years ago, ‘a walking gland’ able to get hard and jack off within minutes just imagining the sensations I was surrendering to at this very moment.

Finally I feel my balls quiver and the last of my semen ooze from my cock’s eye and even though there is a colour of guilt to my thoughts at having simply used my girlfriend as a receptacle to my lusts I can feel the warm blanket of sleep washing up from whatever biological imperative is hardwired into my limbic system.

My eyelids shoot open as I feel Jolie’s pussy squeezing my glans, pulling my spent seed deeper inside her.

“If you think you’re gonna roll over and go to sleep, you got another think coming… shit for brains!” she whispers.

“I…I…I” I stuttered.

“Yes, you fucking did” she replied, “Now get down and clean up your mess…and if you’re really good… Wait…” she rolls her hips twisting my glans within her folds; “let me rephrase that! You get me off good and proper, then that cock better be nice and hard again and this time you deliver your spunk into my womb… after I’m satisfied and maybe, just maybe I’ll let you near me again before we’re due to go home!”

I look at the dark shape before me twist about and watch as her arms raise and feel her fingernails dig into my scalp and push my head down over her breasts and past her stomach. My hand slipped under her thighs as I slide between her thighs. “Not my fault” I excuse myself, “You’re fault completely!” I state as I feel her nails dig harder into my scalp and I willingly form my lips over her mound, thrusting my tongues between her folds tasting her sweetness and the saltiness of my seed and our sweat…

“Yeah, yeah” she replies and I can hear the smile upon her lips, “Just suck that cunt clean like a good boy!”

I close my eyes and surrender all my senses to the task before me. A little smile plays about my lips as finally, even though the two of us are drenched in sweat, the night seems cooler now; or maybe it’s just not as hot as the sweet and salty pussy squeezing down on my tongue…


What I’ve been up to…

•February 6, 2017 • 3 Comments

So… some of you already know but in recent months I have been polishing my…novel! The Tales of O’Neill have been published. Those self same also know that it is based on the short story within these pages called Curiosity which turned out to have a life of its own… at least within my mind. If anyone cares for a taster feel free to read it, no real spoilers and it became the ninth chapter within the book with a little tweak or two. I couldn’t not include it!

So, if you like you can find the kindle version here…full-cover-a

Or the book version here…..

As ever I do hope Dear Avid (hopefully) Reader that you enjoy my full length novel on the life of my reluctant vampire O’Neill as much as I enjoyed writing about him. Though the editing and the publishing, not so much.


Oh and if you’re curious about the Restricted Files, well they include a few bonus stories from within O’Neill’s world for those that have read the above…