Posts Tagged ‘stories’


October 27, 2010 2 comments

So for those of you who don’t know, NaNoWriMo stands for..well… I’ll let them tell you, shall I?

National Novel Writing Month is a fun, seat-of-your-pants approach to novel writing. Participants begin writing November 1. The goal is to write a 175-page (50,000-word) novel by midnight, November 30.

Although technically it’s an International thing.   I digress.   After my success with Eater of Hearts (more on this soon), I want to try and write something else and having a strictly enforced deadline and structure like NaNoWriMo might just be good for me. Expect updates!

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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…