Posts Tagged ‘secrets’

Me and Mrs Peeling

August 2, 2010 4 comments

I was sat in the garden with my mother, Mrs Teresa Peeling. Yes, say it out loud. Teresa Peeling. The Trees are peeling. Laugh it up, I’m grateful. When she divorced my father, she was wooed by a guy named Green. So I’m glad she married Mr Peeling. Read more…


‘Love Me’, a Sunday Smut guest post

July 4, 2010 Leave a comment

So once again I manage to get away with not having to write something for Sunday Smut. I know I could cheat and just copy and paste an old story/email I have written, but the idea behind Sunday Smut was for me to write some original stories. Here is something I am proud of, an established writer in their own right branching out into something they’ve never written before and making a damn good job of it. It is the naked (behave) honesty of this that gives me the good shivers and I hope is does for you.

Love Me

She looked at herself in the mirror. She was surprised to see that the reflection wasn’t nearly as ugly as she thought it would be. The bikini bottoms hugged her hips and the top wrapped itself around her breasts like a glove. She turned to the side to look at her profile and saw that her waist –contrary to the picture of herself she had in her mind– was narrow and then curved out to meet her stomach and hips. She put her hands on her hips and faced the mirror once again as a smile crept across her face. Read more…

This is the beginning of forever and ever.

June 13, 2010 1 comment

Me, the great lover… seducer of married women. corrupter of innocents, breaker of hearts and hymens, fucker of bodies and minds. ruiner of relationships,  satisfier of the curious and all round dirty boy…

I was not always so.

It happened in a school hall, of all places. And it started with violins and a scratchy drum beat… Read more…

ever increasing circles

May 30, 2010 7 comments

Another edition of Sunday Smut. I know it is not Sunday Morning Smut, but I slept in! I am more dedicated to my strange dreams than my strange readers, sorry. After speaking to some people on Twitter, it has come to my attention that several of you would also like to write something similar but would only be happy to do so anonymously. That is fair enough, so I offer you my blog that you may post something you wish others to read and enjoy, but keeping your secrets safe. Just DM me on Twitter and we can arrange it.

I’d like to dedicate this to a friend and follower. Whilst I would like you all to read this picturing yourself as the ‘you’… she is the ‘you’ in this story for me and one day this will not be just a story, I promise you that. x Read more…

Catch and Release

May 23, 2010 4 comments

Just some Sunday Morning smut… do not read if you are of a sensitive disposition…

I met a girl, I don’t need to say how or who or where or why. I knew she had some interesting interests and it was something we had talked about – in a way we were trying to out-do each other but then I mentioned that I liked breath control. She asked what it was – immediately thinking the same as you, that it would involve me and a belt or a plastic bag, but I told her that what I like to do is to gently squeeze a girl’s throat whilst fucking or even just kissing. She was a bit nervous, but I could also tell she was intrigued so I reached a hand up to her pale slender neck and just pressed it, applying a tiny amount of pressure – no more than if rubbing a sore neck… I used this pressure to pull her in to me. Read more…