I had multiple ideas for the before and after prompt. Some fictional. Some fact, some sexy, some not. Most of the ones based on personal experiences are long since past, while the after maybe still remain in my life in terms of being part of my life experience it isn’t ongoing as such. Then I was lost down a rabbit hole of music on YouTube and Spotify and I came across a song that got me thinking about before and after where the after is still very much my present and I decided that should be my post for this week.
It’s factual. It’s honest. It’s emotional. It’s lovey-dovey and it’s a lot of things I never really take the time to say, to myself or anyone else.
Continue reading “[Life] Before, After & Letting Love In”
Content Warning: Potential themes of Non-Consent, though in my head as I wrote all parties were willing even if explicit consent hadn’t been given, but it may be lines crossed for some people.
I shouldn’t do it! I really, really shouldn’t do it! They both sleep so deeply though and they responded so well the first time, which I never planned, it just kind of … happened!
It all started when I noticed their door was ajar as I went to the bathroom and moving to close it for them I noticed they both slept naked. Curiosity got the better of me and I crept forward to peek, just briefly, at their naked bodies sprawled and interlinking.
It was the curve of her breast that tempted me and as I imagined how they’d feel beneath my fingers I found myself edging ever closer to the bed and soon enough her smooth skin was beneath my touch. I had a feeling I could have asked for this anytime, they’d hinted … I think and flirted .. I think, but I was too embarrassed by my lack of experience to admit I was hot for them too.
I should have walked away. I didn’t.
Continue reading “[Erotica] Creeping, Touching! He Fucked Her! Oh my!”
‘What are you doing in here? You’re missing out on all the festivities.’
‘Festivities? Is that what you call that horror show out there?’
‘I’d hardly call good friends, plenty of booze and an endless supply of food a horror show.’
‘Ah well, that would be because your girlfriend didn’t break up with you two days before Christmas but still insisted you played the couple until January so no-one else felt awkward.’
‘Christ man, that sucks! I can’t believe Lauren did that. I’ll tell you what, I’m going to grab us some supplies and I’ll come and keep you company until the horror show is over.’
Continue reading “[Erotica] Festive Friends”
‘My dick is so fucking hard, I just need to watch a ton of porn and jerk off until my balls stop aching.’
‘Let me watch.’
‘What? Are you joking? You want to watch me jerk off?’
I did, I really fucking did. I was as horny as he was hard, and if there hadn’t been an ocean between us I’d have let him destroy my cunt with his dick until neither of us could walk. Instead, I’d settle for watching him pump his fist up and down his shaft, praying I got the cum shot I was eager for.
Continue reading “[Erotica] Putting on a Show”
I peered through the crack in the door, almost certain of what I’d see and I was not wrong or disappointed. He held in his hands a pair of my knickers, lacy, flimsy and definitely no match for his ever increasing erection.
‘Interesting choice. What made you choose them to wear?’
‘What? I … er …. oh, haha, very funny, no I just found these in my drawer and was putting them back for you.’
‘Or you were planning to wear them, watch porn and have a wank. But now you are going to wear them, not watch porn and be wanked.’
Continue reading “[Erotica] Panty Passion”
… I wanted to call this post ‘On Writing‘. I shan’t dwell on that though. However, if you haven’t read that particular title of Stephen King’s I highly recommend it.
Back to the post at hand and what perfect inspiration this week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt is for me. The blog has been quiet the last week or so. New working hours have been well and truly kicking my ass, there has been a lot of daytime snoozing to make sure my physical and mental health don’t slip. I have had to accept that for the moment the blog isn’t the most important thing in life right now. That doesn’t mean regular service won’t resume though, it will and the reason is that I love writing and when I saw the Wicked Wednesday prompt I knew it was the perfect blog post to kick start my writing again.
For me, writing has been an outlet of emotions since my teens. My first love when it came to producing writing was poetry. I can’t recall my exact age but I was around twelve I think when I read ‘Love’s Philosophy’ by Percy Bysshe Shelley. That single poem felt to me like the purest and most wonderful thing ever written. It sent me on a journey to discover a poem I loved more than that one. To this day I have never found one, that poem remains my all-time favourite. It moves something inside me everytime I read it and I never tire of it.
Continue reading “Stephen King Stole My Title …”
Try as she might sleep finally stole her away from the world. She was a self-enforced insomniac, using as many methods as possible to reduce the amount she slept, much preferring her waking thoughts to those she battled within the darkness of slumber.
When her eyes opened she surveyed her surrounding as she always did, everything was as it was before she had fallen asleep, including the discarded socks on the floor and her kindle by her side having fallen from her hand as she dozed off. The signs were good. She’d slept and she’d woken, this would be a good day.
It was when she decided to sit up that she realised things were not as they seemed. She could move but everything was in slow motion, her limbs were heavy and one simple movement enveloped her in a lethargy that reduced her to complete stillness once again.
Continue reading “[Fiction] Between the Worlds”