Normal? What’s that again?


This is an excerpty thingy from something I’m writing at the moment.  After her sister Anita dies unexpectedly, Carla gains custody of her young nephew, Riley.  All of this happens at the same time Andy – her soulmate – enters her life.

Life as she knows it disappears and she tries to get used to the new normal… until an innocent conversation with her best friend, and Andy’s sister leads her to a realisation that will turn her life upside down again.


Work dragged and by the time she finished at 1pm, Carla felt as if she’d been there for 18 hours instead of five; then again, that had been her life lately. Being a parent to Riley was a lot more draining that she cared to admit. It felt as if she was always on the go and didn’t get a chance to sit down and relax properly.

She needed to catch up on sleep and start taking better care of herself. She hadn’t been near the gym since Riley came into her care, and had had no desire to eat healthy. Fried food held more appeal to her than it ever had and she hated having to set a good example for Riley, when all she wanted was a big ass cheeseburger, or fries with mayonnaise for dinner.

Andy told her she was getting sexier by the day, but Carla felt frumpy. Bloated and frumpy. It was definitely time to do something about it, she owed it to Andy and Riley, but more than that she owed it to herself.

She picked up Cassie and Riley and they went straight to the mall, where Ava was waiting for them on a bench outside the big department store.

“Oh my god your belly is getting so cute!” Carla grinned at her best friend and gave her belly a rub.
“I can’t wait until I look pregnant, not just fat,” Ava rolled her eyes.
“Oh trust me, you look pregnant, not fat,” Carla reassured her.
“I’ll swap with you,” Cassie joked and Ava nodded in agreement.
“Yes! Perfect, I want a belly just like yours.”
“What about the baby girl that won’t let you sleep more than an hour at night because she thinks your bladder is a play thing.”
“Oh I have a feeling I’m not too far away from that stage myself,” Ava replied and the two pregnant women laughed.
“Gotta be worth it at the end, right?” Cassie said, absentmindedly rubbing her belly.
“I’m sure it will be,” Ava replied.

Cassie looked unsure about it and Carla’s heart went out to her. She couldn’t imagine how hard it would be, being pregnant at such a young age. Regardless of the support Cassie had, it still had to be an extremely daunting prospect for her, to be bringing up a baby – on her own – when she should have been enjoying some of the most carefree days of her life.

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After work delight

957db02a29d1d5587f530709b90bbabfPatience. It had never been Giovanna’s strong suit, especially not when it came to having her craving for sex satisfied. That day was no different, particularly after Dylan’s lunch time text.

While on her lunch break – a whole six hours earlier – Dylan had sent her a text ‘better get your ass home quickly tonight… may have potentially watched one of our little home movies… very horny now, dying to feel you all hot and swollen while I slam into that delicious pussy of yours‘. Needless to say, reading his text had caused a giant throb deep inside her vagina, a throb that had grown in intensity throughout the rest of her work day.

It hadn’t help at all when, on her afternoon tea break, she’d received another message from Dylan – a picture message this time – of his enticingly hard cock. The image had caused her to whimper and a tight feeling to develop in her clitoris. She had quickly replied to his message telling him he was evil and that she couldn’t wait to get home to him.

As as a final little tease she had gone into the bathroom and, in the privacy of one of the stalls, managed to snap a photo, showing Dylan the effect his words – and dick pic – had had on her cunt.

It had been extremely hard to not touch herself more than necessary in the bathroom. The way she was feeling, she probably would have only had to rub her clit for a minute before reaching climax. A silent orgasm was so unrewarding though; she knew it would be much better if, when she finally came, it was because of what Dylan was doing to her body, not what she was doing to her own. Continue reading

’tis the season… to escape family (and have sex)


It was incredible really, the immense weight she felt lifting off her shoulders as she let herself inside Grayson’s house. The two had been friends for years – friends with certain benefits – and she never realised just how badly she needed to make the most of those ‘benefits’ until the time arrived for them to make good on said benefits.

“Honey, I’m hoooo- oooooome!” Scarlett called, walking toward the lounge where she knew she’d find him, lying on the couch watching some form of sport on TV.
“Took your time,” Grayson called back as Scarlett entered the lounge and found him exactly where she knew he’d be, doing exactly what she knew he’d be doing. She rolled her eyes
“You are so predictable,” Scarlett sighed, watching him stand up.
He shrugged and grinned at her. “I would hate to let you down.”
“Oh, but didn’t you know? I’m the person who lets people down,” Scarlett said and exhaled loudly as Grayson wrapped his arms around her.
“Your parents obviously are obviously just as predictable as I am.”
“I had been there about five minutes before they began telling me all about Louisa’s new job, and the new house, and new car, and the holiday she and Mark took to Switzerland, and the bi-”

Before she could continue on her unplanned, yet not unexpected rant, Grayson silenced her with a kiss that made her instantly forget the hell that had been the first day with her parents. Scarlett wrapped her arms around his neck and the kiss deepened, their tongues brushing together in a delicate, yet hungry manner. Continue reading

Goodbye, Bobbie.


I have been trying to write this post for a long time now, but it’s just not happening.  I cannot get the words out that I need to convey just how devastated I am by the sudden loss of Bobbie Morgan.

As I’ve said numerous times on this blog, Bobbie was one of the most sex positive people I’ve had the honour of knowing and I cannot explain the impact she has had on my life – not only as a sex blogger – but also as a woman.

Bobbie, thank you for everything you’ve done for me and for the role you’ve played in my life.  You will always hold a very special place in my heart

RIP Bobbie xxx

{Flash fiction} Savannah wakes Mason up

What can I say, Savannah is having a cock hungry weekend!
(read about the first part of Savannah’s cock hungry weekend here!)



Savannah dropped the bags of shopping on the table and called out to Mason. “Baby, I’m home.” She expected a reply but the house was silent.

His car was still in the garage so he hadn’t gone out and she wondered where he was. Walking down the hall, she thought she’d find him in their bedroom, but nope, no sexy man to be found there. She went back down the hall and into the lounge, thinking perhaps he was asleep on the couch, but once again, no Mason. The french doors leading out to the backyard were open and stepping outside, Savannah grinned.

There he was. Sound asleep on a towel on the grass, having obviously spent some time in the pool while she was away. It was a stupidly hot day and she wasn’t surprised Mason had taken advantage of the new pool; in fact, she was thinking of doing the same thing. Continue reading

{Flash fiction} Savannah & Mason

After a little exam study this morning, I felt the need to write.  Actually, I felt the urge to write.  It was an urge I haven’t felt in a long time, so I had to embrace it!  This 1885 word flash fiction seemed to write itself, which was another nice feeling. 

While it is a stand alone flash fiction, I borrowed two characters from another of my stories, Savannah and Mason.  I have shared three excerpts from their story, you can find them here, here, and here!

For now though, you can join them in their bedroom…


8a5df5eb5040f9119a8c5507e95238b6Savannah shuddered with excitement when she heard the front door open and close, followed by the metal clang of keys being dropped on the bench. Footfalls grew louder and when the bedroom door opened she forced herself not to turn around; as far as Mason knew, she hadn’t even heard him.

He wasn’t stupid, however. Even though she wasn’t looking at him, she could picture the naughty smirk on his face when the undulating movement of her hips made him realise she was reading something particularly steamy. It wasn’t like she’d planned for him to walk in and find her hot and bothered, lying on their bed in lingerie she’d purchased earlier that day. Nope. Not at all.

Savannah continued her state of faux-oblivion, something that became increasingly tricky when she heard the sound of his t-shirt being pulled up and over his body, before landing lightly on the floor. She then heard the metallic, leathery sound of a belt being undone, followed quickly by two quiet footsteps, indicating his jeans were now off. Another quiet ‘swish’ of fabric against skin caused her thighs to squeeze tightly together; his boxers were off and she knew his cock would already be hard.

It was especially difficult to continue reading her book when Mason straddled her on his hands and knees. Slowly, he crawled up the length of her body, licking and kissing a path up her spine, his lips eventually coming to rest on the base of her neck. He brushed his lips softly against the sensitive skin and Savannah intuitively raised her hips off the bed, pressing her ass against his crotch. Continue reading