Wicked Wednesday

If you had to start a porn site, to what would it be devoted? Such a pertinent question considering the announcement by Tumblr this week. As a result I spent…

Reading and writing When I was a little girl I used to go with my Mother all the time to both the local library and the independent bookshop in the…

“Would you like to just be the one in control sometimes?” “Doesn’t it get boring always doing what he tells you to do?” “How do you stay in character all…

Back in August I wrote this post, Boxed In, about a kind of disagreement that Michael and I had and how that ended up with me really examining how I…

“Open your mouth, wider, come on my little slut, show me the best you can do.” One of his hands is wrapped in my hair the other is round the…

Someday I will… Those words are ones I have often struggled with. Sometimes I experience quite a bit of regret and even anger at some of the decisions and choices…

Once upon a time there was a girl who didn’t believe that love existed. She watched all the movies and read all the books that showed her love and romance;…

I have very fond childhood memories of the seaside. They were days of crisp sandwiches and drinking orange juice out of those little glass mixer bottles through a straw in…

“Officer, Officer, wait. Excuse me….” She was a little breathless by the time she caught up with me “Yes ma’am, how can I help you.” “Oh I ummm. There was…

She could hear her phone ringing in her bag as I walked down the train to find a seat “Hey baby” he purred into her ear “Hi” she replied a…

Compersion: A feeling of joy when a loved one invests in and takes pleasure from another romantic or sexual relationship. (Urban Dictionary) I wonder how long it will be before…

The pub was fairly quiet for a Friday night but that suited me. I wanted to enjoy a drink and a change of scenery. I had my phone and my…

This story came into my head at the weekend when I was considering the Wicked Wednesday prompt which is ‘Black’. I must admit I nearly talked myself out of writing…

This post is a mixture of my thoughts and some little nuggets of fiction that popped into my head when writing about these different subjects. Languages I don’t speak any…

Do you really have to get up yet? He turns to look at me “Well I could stay a few more moments” “Oh goody” I giggle as I reach down…