Wave after glorious wave of heat beats down upon us, as relentless as your lustful lips being crushed against mine. Your urgent tongue matching the insistent grind of your hips on my thigh, the soaked fabric of your underwear catching between our skin and causing your cunt to tingle and twinge. You writhing in my lap would be obscene if we weren’t obscured from view. Hidden in long grass just off the coastal path, the sea...

Bare. Blushed. Buzzing from every stroke of her firm grip on my aching cock. Sat behind me, the fingertip graze against my glans casts spells up my spine and out to my curled toes, blurring my vision, furrowing my brow. Spells strengthened by the magic of having my hole stretched with a strap-on. Pronounced veins and deliberate ridges punctuated by the jiggle of the wearer’s breasts as they fuck me into oblivion. It’s lus...

The candlelight burned bright behind the empty eyes of the hollow pumpkin, its fixed grimace of a smile gleefully egging the lust-filled teenagers on. The candlelight shone on sweat-soaked skin, gleaming off wet folds of flesh explored by eager tongues, insistent fingers, and a proud, taut cock. The candlelight shone brightly in the darkness, a beacon in the black, bringing forth creatures of the night. Winged beasts, mul...

Run a fingertip over your parted lips, gently bringing blood to the fore, deepening their colour. Wet that finger with the tip of your tongue and snake it down your throat and between your exposed breasts. Inhale as you grab your tits and arch your back. Pinch your tightening nipples, bolts of electricity emanating from the delicious pleasure-pain, reaching out to your face, your stomach, your sex. Open your eyes and see...

Sharp ropes bite into my wrists with every involuntary squirm of my body. The stiff back of the chair that my hands are tied behind pushes at my straining biceps. Every muscle in my body is tensed. Aflame with the constant pressure of being kept on the edge of coming. The harsh glare from the single bulb in your bleak basement casts shadows in 360° with us at the centre. You’re kneeling between my outstretched legs, held...

Greedily, you gasp for air, lungs raw and on the edge of burning. That time was almost too much. Salt tears stream down your cheeks and mix with the thick spittle coating your face. A deep, warm ache ebbs in your thighs as you struggle to stay sat on your feet despite the steel hook neatly nestled in your tight arsehole insisting that you stand and relieve the pressure. You give your head a quick wobble to shake the brigh...

The bass resonates through your chest and down through your stomach, connecting with the concurrent rumble travelling up through your legs at exactly the point you didn’t want it to centre. The persistent throb of your blood synchronising with the beat of the music and all zoning in on the one spot you didn’t want to think about tonight. After weeks, no, months of not even holding hands down the street, he had called it o...

I’m usually the fuck-er, not the fuckee. Generally speaking, I set the pace of our fucking, of the strokes of my dick with my hips, egged on by your whimpers and moans, emboldened by your body reacting to mine. I like to be ‘in charge’, to have a handful of your hair as you swallow the tip of my stiff cock, guiding your rhythm and occasionally holding you in place whilst I tell how much of a good girl you’re being. To hol...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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