Erotica

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

It's not what it sounds like.

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

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

I feel its complete now. Its a sonnet in form at least.

I swirl, curl, and then stretch myself out,
To twist, then wrestle and wrap all about;
Then I twirl, unfurl, to slip and slide after,
In long spirals, that cycle, in sensual ardour.

After spending a very exhausting Bank Holiday Monday with Georgia I returned to my own home when the Gregory’s returned from their day out.

All allowed now is a farewell to your free will.
Provoked and tempted, you knew my idle hands were ill.
A mind so empty, you should have never left me to fill.

Gina Valentyn
A novel

This work is pure fiction

Part One

1 About Me

Gina Valentyn
A novel

This work is pure fiction

Part One

1 About Me

After the tearful reunion of the Oliver girls we all retired to bed.

I know I should have felt guilty after my sinful afternoon interlude, I should have felt guilty but I didn’t, Molly was my fuck buddy, my kissing cousin

“I don’t like the way you’re holding that knife.”

“Yeah, well I don’t like the way you bringing your hobbies home with you,” I snarl.

Although Doreen was very upset at the time by her enforced incarceration in Kiddingstone, due to her failure to get back to her mother, she seemed to quickly come to terms with the situation

In the early hours of Mothering Sunday morning I was violently shaken awake.
“You have to go,” Pandora said
“What? when?” I said
“In about an hour”

I close my eyes and the lake comes to mind:
Its silver hue, flat expanse extends onward,
Into what seems an eternal; yet is refined,
By thick mists sweeping, rolling now forward,

I close my eyes and the lake comes to mind:
Its silver hue flat expanse extends onward,
Into what seems an eternal; yet is refined,
By thick mists sweeping rolling now forward

The morning after I unwrapped the pretty nurse that Molly sent me I rose early, which could only mean one thing, I had to split her strawberry whiskers again before breakfast.

The story of a male slag and how his mind (mine) might work.

The door to Caroline’s room was closed. There was quiet. Did she know? Was she listening out for us? Would she be holding a glass to the wall?

WARNING: ADULT FICTION