The best type of therapy


If you regularly check out my blog you’ll know that the past few things I’ve posted have been about Giovanna & Dylan.  Unlike most of what I write, there was no big, complex story planned for them.  I didn’t know about their past, I had no idea what lay ahead for them… I wrote one off, ‘in the now’ erotica scenes.

Then I wrote the start of a new short story.  But I couldn’t figure out what happened next.  One day I sat down to figure it out and next thing I knew the story had taken on a life of its own; it wasn’t me writing the story, the story was the one in charge, I had absolutely no control over what I was writing.

I still don’t.

Because it’s been ages since I posted I am going to finish a recently completed sex scene, but I may post more of the lead up, in the coming days.


Giovanna had been staring out at the ocean for a couple of minutes when she finally became aware of Dylan’s fingertips lightly stroking her hip. She smiled and closed her eyes, a sudden, intense feeling of calm washing over her, making her feel almost as if she was floating. Whereas her heart had been racing what felt like moments before, it was now slow and steady, the rush of adrenalin had stopped and had been replaced with, well, she wasn’t sure what it was, but it certainly felt like the opposite of adrenalin.

Needing to feel closer to Dylan, Giovanna melted back into him, enjoying the warmth and strength of his body against hers. She truly felt protected in his arms, physically and mentally, and perhaps it was that that had been the biggest healer of all for her. He’d been her everything over the past eleven months and she knew she wouldn’t have made it through without him.

For the three months after losing Lucia, when her mental state had been at its worst, Dylan had done the work of two adults. As well as the day-to-day household tasks, he’d arranged to work from home so he could be right by her side. When she was awake he’d sit in bed with her and alternate between working and holding her while she cried, or worse, while she just lay there in an almost catatonic state, unable to talk, unable to cry, unable to think, unable to be.

He’d taken the brunt of her emotions as she worked through the stages of grief, including a lot of anger that resulted in her, quite frankly, being a nasty bitch to him. She apologised numerous times for her angry outbursts but Dylan had reassured her he understood the anger wasn’t coming from a rational place and that he knew it was part and parcel of her working through her grief. Often she felt as if she hadn’t let Dylan go through his own grieving process, but she knew that wasn’t really the case and that he’d dealt in his own way.

The feeling of warm breath on her neck again focused her and Giovanna instinctively pressed back against Dylan, breath hitching when she felt his fingers tighten on her hip at the same time she noticed a certain hard ridge developing against her bottom. For a split second she wondered if she was just imagining it, but upon feeling Dylan’s lips pressing softly against the crook of her neck, she knew she wasn’t reading the situation wrong. Continue reading

Red & Black ball pt. 2

…  and here is part two!  I hope you’re enjoying the story so far.

Did you miss the lead up?  Catch up on part one right here!


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“That was close” Giovanna giggled as she and Dylan walked from the ballroom and down the hall toward the little group of offices in the function centre her parents owned.
“You talking about your mum, or the fact I almost came in my pants?” Dylan joked.
“Both,” Giovanna replied, taking the keys from her handbag and unlocking the door to office 4c.
“You are a wicked, wicked woman,” Dylan growled as she pushed the door open, and pulled him inside.
“And it’s why you love me,” Giovanna said with a wink. Dylan nodded in agreement.

After double-checking the door was locked Giovanna dropped her handbag and stalked toward Dylan.

“Now then, sir, I believe we have some business to attend to,” Giovanna purred taking the suit jacket from his hand and placing it on the empty desk.
“I think you’re right,” Dylan groaned as she undid his pants and pushed them down.

The couch they were standing in front of would be the perfect place for her to ride him, Giovanna thought as she dropped to her knees and began slowly peeling his boxers down. Why not take the time to tease him some more?

She could push him back onto the couch and use her hand, she thought. Yes, and then she could prolong it by straddling him and sandwiching his cock against her slit. Only when his cock was coated in her juices would she finally relent and give him what he wanted. Needed. Continue reading

Red & Black ball pt. 1

Hello!  It seems Giovanna and Dylan are the couple my inspiration is directed toward at the moment, so here is the latest in their story.

It’s time for the annual Red & Black Ball (RABB), and like the good daughter she is, Giovanna is going along to support her parents.  Will it be another boring RABB, or will this year be different?


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“You realise you said ‘just five more minutes‘ half an hour ago, right?” Dylan called out from their bedroom as Giovanna was applying the final touches to her make up.
“You realise you said you’d stop nagging me an hour ago, right?” Giovanna countered teasingly and Dylan laughed.

Giving herself a final once-over in the mirror and deciding she didn’t look half bad, Giovanna opened the ensuite door and stepped into the bedroom, ready for Dylan’s seal of approval.

“Holy fuck,” Dylan exclaimed.
“You like?” Giovanna asked nervously.
“More than like,” Dylan replied and swallowed loudly. “You sure we have to go to this thing?”
“You know we do,” Giovanna giggled as he playfully kissed her neck, making sure to graze her flesh with his teeth.
“If you’ve been to one Red and Black you’ve been to all of them,” Dylan scoffed. “I can think of something that would be far more enjoyable.”

So could she. The annual ‘Red and Black Ball‘ was a fundraising event held by her parents to raise money for various charities they were involved with. It was for a good cause, but every year it was the same stuffy, rich people trying to one up each other; she didn’t really care who owned the most expensive beach house, the biggest yacht or the fanciest car, but everyone else seemed to. Oh well. It was one night a year, and she owed it to her parents to support them.

“We can have our own little after party when we get home,” Giovanna said suggestively.
“I will hold you to that,” Dylan replied, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her tenderly. Continue reading

Getting dirty in the shower

Before we run off to a birthday party here is some light reading to get the weekend started!


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The sound of the front door slamming signalled Dylan’s arrival home from his run. Giovanna thought the man was crazy, it was a stinking hot summer day and he’d felt the need to go for a ‘quick run’ along a nearby walking track. In Giovanna’s world a quick run would have meant a-10 minute jog around the block, but in Dylan’s world, a quick run equated to 90 minutes of fast paced off-road running. He was a lunatic, and it was just one of the things she loved about him.

“Hey baby,” Giovanna greeted an exhausted looking Dylan when he walked into the kitchen, wiping his face with a towel.
“Hey you,” Dylan replied and stopped to kiss her on the cheek.
“Good run?”
“Bit hot,” Dylan commented and Giovanna rolled her eyes.
“Well I’m shocked,” Giovanna teased, “it’s not like it’s the middle of summer and we’re in the middle of a heat wave.”
“Yeah, I know, I know,” Dylan chuckled.
“Well I’m glad you’re home,” Giovanna told him, using his t-shirt to pull him closer so she could kiss him on the lips.
“Down girl,” Dylan teased.

He had a point though. The poor guy had only just arrived home, was tired, sweaty, badly in need of a shower, and there she was, trying to start something. It wasn’t her fault she found her man incredibly irresistible in his current state; face flushed, t-shirt soaked with perspiration, hair damp and unruly looking. She knew most women would make their man get in the shower before going anywhere near them in such a state, but not her.

She watched Dylan walking down the hallway toward their bedroom and ensuite, following quickly after him when she decided he could probably do with some help in the shower.

Giovanna was naked by the time she entered the ensuite, causing Dylan to laugh.

“There I was thinking I would have a quick shower.”
“You should know better than that,” Giovanna winked, resting her hands on his hips, stepping in to kiss him.

His skin felt clammy against her hands as she moved them beneath his top and began stroking his lower back with her fingertips. She could feel him stiffening against her belly and looked up at him winking, her by-no-means-subtle way of saying ‘let me take care of you… before you take care of me‘. Continue reading

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