A cougar’s cub meets the gentlest Domme. — They met through a new dating app Daniel had downloaded out of curiosity. His phone contained three different dating apps already, but there was a buzz around this one. People called it the next Tinder. There were rumours about its market value rising like a hyped crypto coin. Its design…

If readers say YAY! I say YES! — It’s been a while since I posted an overview of my latest top stories. I had a bit of a writing hiatus last year which you can read about it here: I Lost My Writing Mojo But Got It Back While Having Lunch Maybe not the most recommendable way to start writing again, but it did the trick.medium.com Since the return of my mojo, I’ve been publishing on Medium regularly again. And I’m getting a lot of…

The desire to be filled — Depraved. The word pressured Theresa’s mind like a heavy migraine. Hide. Be invisible. Elusive. Immune to the slightest form of temptation. She berated herself, attempting to gravitate to solid ground. But like an orbiting moon, her wicked side controlled the tides of her desire. …

The desire to be wide open — I’m shy. Not just a bit, but really shy. It’s a handicap. I walk into a room full of people and I want to leave immediately. The walls of a crowd fills me with dread. I find it incomprehensible it’s so easy for other people to fill a space with…

The desire to cum in public — Estelle’s phone and social media addiction were worse than most of her peers. The national average was about three hours a day, but Estelle topped it easily with her six and a half. …

The desire to be on all fours. — What came first? The fishnet stockings or looking for the kitten’s little ball underneath the couch? Deirdre couldn’t remember. But let’s suppose looking for the pet toy was how it came about that she discovered her desire to crawl on all fours. …

Cathy never thought she would end up in Berlin working as the assistant of an erotic photographer. — First there was Amsterdam. I came there to escape briny, stifling Whitstable. Sure, the sea was fine, especially when it was rough and the beach empty. But after Ella died, our house felt like a cocoon spun to keep mum, dad and me stuck in grief and self-blame. After a…

Maybe not the most recommendable way to start writing again, but it did the trick. — After a hiatus of about half a year, recently I sat down to write again: a short sexy tale called Lusting from a Safe Distance which was published by Redemption Magazine here on Medium. It’s loosely based on real life—yes, I confess it is. I found myself entranced by a young…

The surprise of lust occurring when it’s not very appropriate. — The purpose of sitting on your own in a pub for lunch is to be left alone with your thoughts without external distractions. Your occasional wandering eye across the space or a glance outside, that’s all fine, it’s a choice you make by yourself. A waiter or waitress taking your…