Woman Of Power

Welcome back to my erotic blog. I’m starting a new chapter of writing here this summer with more discussion of erotica as an art form and attitudes and issues to do with sex in our society. But to get things going again here is a new piece of erotic poetry. It’s still something of a ‘sketch’ idea for now and I know I will revisit it over time as it is a subject that goes to the core of my own sexual needs and desires. ‘Woman Of Power’ is an ode to indelible attraction I have to the strength of mind, will and determination to be the absolute best in a woman’s character and how her sexuality and potency is bound up within that power. We are all a combination of strength and weakness, whether we like it or not. In a way, sex is a part of our adult lives where that is played out explicitly.

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Eroticon meet & greet

There’s barely more than a week until Eroticon 2012, the first conference to be held in the UK for erotica writers and sex bloggers, and the excitement is building to a fever pitch in the erotic blogosphere and twitter timelines.  This is bound to be one hot gathering of creative talent!

So now really is the perfect time for delegates at this ground-breaking event to wave and give “hello there”.  Also, if you want to attend and be a part Eroticon yourself then click on the ‘register now’ icon to the right.

So, here’s my ‘meet and greet’ bit.

The Wait For Nefertari – an erotic poem for Valentine’s Day

A new Valentine’s poem. Inspired by my heart’s desire, of love, care, admiration and lust, I have looked to draw on a combination of different classical imagery and cultural reverence, referencing different, yet beautiful, artistic forms. Auguste Rodin’s exquisite sculpture ‘The Kiss’ takes its form in capturing the passion of two lover’s embrace. The reverence in Māori culture of the islands of New Zealand for the precious greenstone which they call Pounamu (also known as jade in China) is representative here of the reverence for a lover. In ancient Egyptian culture Nefertari was a principle wife and queen of the pharaoh Ramesses the Great and the name itself means ‘Beautiful Companion’.

Leather So Taut (Rock She Dances)

It’s been a while… and I’m not just divulging information about my personal life. But I’m not here to moan about a lack of hot lovin’. The healthy and exciting exploration of erotic expression does not always require a physical partner and I’ve been keeping my creative imagination (a.k.a. my dirty mind) limber for the Year of the Dragon. I thought I’d kick off my blog for the first time this year with a piece filled with potency, exploring seduction by dance as a woman whose hips don’t lie, adorned in leather, raises the passion of a lover. This erotic writing was inspired by the prompt ‘Dance’ for the weekly Wank Wednesday festival of smut hosted by wordejaculation.com (and a wonderfully sexual woman I once met who is delightfully fond of leather pants!).

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What this man knows of his heart

Merry Christmas & Happy New Year everyone. Today’s piece of writing was prompted by a quote posted on twitter, “Men know nothing of their hearts; be them 6 and 20, or 6 and 80.”

As an occasionally romantic man I felt a little aggrieved, though not really surprised by this statement. You see men clearly do know a great deal of hearts at times, as Keats, Shelley and Wilde, amongst others, have given great testament to. The trouble for most men may not in fact be a lack of awareness of their hearts but the faculty to express that awareness with coherent language to whomever their heart is given over (incidentally, I have known one or two women who seemed to find this a problem on occasion although most are admittedly better at it).

It was from this that I began to think very hard. This thinking was keeping me awake. What do I know of my heart? There was nothing for it but to write and so write I did. Nothing I could write of my heart would be in the Keats/Shelley/Wilde league but I have at least attempted to express what I know of it. This poem follows no rules, just thoughts and feelings.

No Love Protection

Firstly an apology, it’s been a while since I have updated this blog and high time I started tending to it more regularly. Thank you to everyone who has been reading & commenting on my stories, poems & viewing my Sinful Sunday photos in my absence.

For today’s piece of new writing I’ve been working over a theme which has occupied my thoughts a great deal over the past month: protection from love. More specifically the way our past experiences of heartbreak can lead us to shy away from readily allowing ourselves to love again, to protect ourselves from the chance of similar pain. When desire takes hold of us and starts to form feelings of such power they can wrest control from us, do we push them away to save ourselves or do we let ourselves fall? As with most things it may depend on timing and personal circumstance. Are we ready? Is my life at a place of readiness for this? I don’t know the answer. But I hope this piece of writing sheds light on some of my experience, my point of view and my hopes. There is no erotic content in this poem so no age limit or content warning applies.

The Groom & The Heiress – Part II: A Forest Ride

My story this week returned me to my characters of the Groom & the Heiress and a follow up to their first hot & wild lustful encounter. As with the first story this is told in the first person from the perspective of the Groom. Longing to be with his elusive and out of reach lover again he is driven to distraction by his desire. The Heiress, too, is driven to frustration as her desires conflict with her situation. One morning the Groom rides out into the country to try and escape his thoughts…

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Six Sentence Sunday – Mirror On The Wall

After a quiet week from me on the blogging front I thought I’d give you all another Six Sentence Sunday teaser from another seductive short story I’ve been working on. ‘Mirror On The Wall’ is a tale of an elicit meeting as a young woman arrives at 5-star hotel room with very specific instructions.

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I hope you enjoy the following six sentences of this heart-rate raising erotic story of anticipation, kink and passion…

Six Sentence Sunday – Ride in the Forest

Today I thought I’d participate in ‘Six Sentence Sunday’ to give you all a taster of a new erotic short story I’ve been working on. The story is a follow up to a very popular previous post of mine, The Groom & The Heiress in which a male protagonist, working one hot summer in the stables of an English country Manor House, tells of a wild passionate encounter with the beautiful young heiress to the estate. These six sentences form part of the story of their second encounter. I hope they whet your appetite for the rest of the story which will be available next month.

Plum Good

It’s that time of the week again and this week’s prompt for the Wank Wednesday festival of smut is ‘PLUM’. Accordingly this is a juicy, sweet & tangy erotic scene which begins with dark-haired Nicole carefully applying all her senses to pick the sweetest ripest juiciest fruit she desires.

Please be aware that the material posted here is intended for an ADULT Readership and contains some graphic depictions of sexual acts between consenting adult characters as well as some strong language. By continuing to read you are stating that you are over the legal age of consent to read explicit material in the state you are viewing this page from. If you are under 18 (or 21 in some States/Countries) or are easily offended by strong language and scenes of a sexual nature then you should EXIT this page.