Erotica

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 81) Randy Pandy

After a vigorous session of negotiations with Agnes Snipe in her office I crossed the fairway towards home t

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 80) Return To The Dragons Lair

On Saturday Morning I was lying in bed, while Claire was getting clean in the shower, waiting impatiently for her to finish so I could get her dirty again.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 79) Good News Week (Part Three)

After breakfasting on Georgia on the kitchen table in Roehampton I checked my watch and then quickly redressed myself as I had to get back to Bushy Down and I was now late.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 78) Good News Week (Part Two)

After a glorious celebratory shag with Molly in the Kitchen, always a delight to engage with her shaven haven,

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 77) Good News Week (Part One)

After entertaining Emily in an Artistic manner in the courtyard outside the Art Gallery it was after two o’clock when I reached The Bell,

prurient

lips, lascivious

  The Sin of Bliss

The ambrosia of sex.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 76) Art And Entertainment

After serving up a banquet of sexual delights on the dining room table, the first time that room had been privy to such activities in my time incidentally,

As her tongue entered my anus

A cock

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 75) Anniversaries (Part Two)

On Saturday morning I got up and showered and felt surprisingly human considering the amount of wine I consumed but obviously 12 hours sleep helped.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 74) Anniversaries (Part One)

But I was also left with a newfound appreciation of a woman who prior to that day had not in any way appeared on my sexual radar.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 73) Funeral for a Friend

The morning after Anne and I made love I woke early to find the bed beside me empty.
Anne had left my bed sometime during the early morning but I didn’t notice her go.

Cleopatra Bathes in Milk

An erotic sonnet

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 72) The Dying Of The Light

I spent most of Monday in Dakota’s bed at her Uncle Will’s house, and it was a time spent in mutually satisfying pleasure.

POEM: Forever Love.

A fiery trail, kissed by blush your face intent,
Warm breath, mouth to skin.
Ride the wave of ecstasy, hot blood flush within,
Moist peach so lush, just to touch,

Lap Dog

A poem about sado-masochism. Might be a bit disturbing but thought it was genius writing friends.

  The Moon is on the Rise (first position)

The Moon is on the Rise (first position)

Oh secret sacred silver world
you divinely shine here whole
and in this now pure growing light
In the hints of such subtle night

Migration

It's not what it sounds like.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 71) St George’s Day Parade

After out Parisian engagement party in the park Georgia and I walked back to the hotel.

Here

It’s here: our pulses slowly start to quicken;
While dancing with bright heat fuelled eyes,
They Linger long- then slowly start to glisten,
As our warming hands- reach out for soft