I never tire of dancing my fingers
along your collarbone
(as if I had not done so a thousand times before;
& will a thousand times to come).

It remains to me a delightful mystery of perfection
Which grounds me in its contemplation.
Soft skin, dappled, with golden curls
Covering bones firm; gently curved:
Clear yet somehow secretive.

I feel the gentle pulsing of heart-beat-ting
(as I feel my own heart:
du-dum, du-dum
out of time, out of breath)



Breathing in;
Breathing in the scent of you
Your skin, the moment, the absolute solidity of
me, being there, in the scent, the moment, the skin-on-skin, the desire, the grinding bones as I pull you close

(closer than close)

And so, each night,
As we make our love anew
I trace the lines of you
(as you of me)
And am renewed.



“Will you tie me up?” he asked.

We were back from a wonderful dinner celebrating our ninth wedding anniversary, and finally climbing naked into bed.

“Of course,” I replied, as he shifted to the centre of the bed and spread his gorgeous arms out to either side. I slipped the silk scarves that we now keep permanently tied to the bed around his wrists, and smiled down at him. After only a moment’s thought I shifted my body next to his and took the first finger on his right hand into my mouth, running my tongue slowly up the length of it, then giving a slight nip of my teeth on the tip. He sighed in the anticipation of more of this newly-discovered pleasure, his eyes closed, a smile on his lips. Slowly, patiently, I worked my way through each of his fingers, then ran the flat of my tongue over his palm, jumping the silk snaked over his wrist, to continue on a now-uninterrupted path down the inside of his forearm, over his biceps, down to his right nipple, then up to his neck, his ear, and finally his lips for a long, deep kiss. Continue reading

Masturbation & Imagination

On my own for a few weeks with H away on a sports tour, I am going to have to hone my imagination and my masturbation skills… so here is a story for you all.

I left the busy office behind me as I crept down the stairs from the second floor to the first, where there is a shower with a small change room, which I use when I cycle to work. I locked the door and pulled out the small wooden chair which folds up into the wall next the shower, pulled up my skirt, and sat down. My right hand slipped inside my black lace panties, and the middle finger slid straight inside my waiting cunt, already wet and swollen with anticipation. It explored a little, ensuring it was perfectly covered in my juices before sliding back out, circling my clit a couple of times, then rising to my mouth so I could taste and smell myself. Back down to my clit, after pausing to toy briefly with my nipples through my shirt with the clean index finger, it began an anti-clockwise circling motion, while the middle finger of my left hand moved down and gentle began probing its way just inside my ass. Continue reading


He walked into the bedroom, took one glance at my cheeky smile and the fact that the bedside lamp was still on when I was supposed to have been asleep an hour earlier, and asked,

“What are you up to?”

“Just waiting for you to come lick my pussy,” I replied, with a giggle just under the surface as I put aside the book of erotica I had been reading while my fingers toyed with my clit, covered in my sweetly musky juices, and another finger gently teased my ass.

A minute later his cupped hand covered my mouth, smothering my gasps and moans as I relaxed into the first wave of orgasms. I am not used to having to be quiet, as the children sleep through any amount of noise, and we haven’t had guests for a while – at least apart from some close friends, who know and tolerate our sexual appetites. However, with three visitors I didn’t yet know very well still getting ready for bed, discretion was advisable. Continue reading

Word Whore

Slip your words inside my mind –

You’ll be surprised at what you find.

Wet, wild, and horny as hell

On luscious details I will dwell.


Use sweet syllables, line by line,

And I’ll soon be feeling quite sublime;

Or talk to me dirty – filth and smut:

You can bet by now my legs ain’t shut.


Imagination stroked, letter by letter,

And hell yes, I’m even wetter!

Reading your words I’ll thrilled to feel

You come in my thoughts, while I’m coming for real…


(Thank you Kyle from Mew Tube for the inspiration, and the button below)