Sunday Quickie

Apologies if it’s raining where you are, but we’ve been sizzling in an unexpected heatwave all week, and to fit the mood, this week’s quickie promises the delights of sex on the beach. The Golden Hour, available to read on the ever-excellent Oysters And Chocolate website, tells what happens when Jodie, searching for the perfect location to film a beach scene, finds what she thinks is the perfect stretch of sand, only to spot a lone jogger. What happens next piques her voyeuristic instinct:

As I continued to watch, the stranger began to peel out of his tracksuit. My first thought was to wonder how he could bear to take anything off on such a cold afternoon. My second, as the shapeless top was thrown to the floor to reveal a smooth, bare chest, was what an incredible body he had. I focused on him through my viewfinder, zooming in to take a closer look. I wouldn’t exactly have described him as handsome – his features were a little too sharp for that, and he had a scruffy growth of stubble on his chin. Most definitely not the skinny, pretty boy type who usually attracted me. But the muscles in his arms and chest were perfectly defined and, given the opportunity, I could happily have run my tongue along the ridges of his abs.

He reached for the waistband of his tracksuit bottoms. That was the moment at which I should have walked back to the car and gone on my way. But a voyeuristic streak, that I hadn’t even known I possessed until now, had kicked in hard. I was suddenly anxious to discover what – if anything – he was wearing beneath them. It wasn’t long before I had my answer: a tightly fitting pair of white trunk-style underwear. Even at this distance, I could see how the fabric clung to the outline of what appeared to be a fairly hefty cock. Forget the beach: this was the perfect view I’d searched all day to find.

And that’s only the start of the stranger’s exhibitionistic performance. You can read the whole story here. And in the meantime, somebody pass the sunblock…

Sunday Quickie

This snippet of pre-bedtime reading is for all those of you who carry around a secret fantasy, one you’d love to live out but have never been sure the time is right. Evie is one of those people, and in Thursday At Four, she finally gains the courage to visit a man who will, as she has long craved, treat her as the naughty girl she’d like to be.

Evie hesitates for a long time before ringing the doorbell. This might be the most important appointment she keeps in her life, yet she’s already on the verge of turning back, getting on the train and forgetting she ever agreed to come. She is clutching a piece of paper she has folded and unfolded so many times it’s beginning to wear into holes along the creases. It’s torn from a memo pad with the words, “WHILE YOU WERE OUT” printed across the top in a font designed to resemble handwriting. On it, she has scribbled his address and “Thursday at four”. They had agreed on a day which was good for her. He is expecting her; if she lets him down, she lets herself down.

He answers the bell so promptly, she wonders whether he was waiting by the door. The photo he e-mailed her gave an impression of a blond handsomeness, but it didn’t really do him justice. In the flesh, she can appreciate his height and breadth, and the dimples that punctuate his cheeks when he grins in welcome. Ideally, she would have liked someone slightly older, closer to forty than thirty, but in every other respect he is perfect, she thinks. Her nerves receding a little, as she follows him inside.

Thursday At Four is available to read on the deliciously raunchy Oysters And Chocolate site, the home of quality erotic fiction, poetry, art and more. Find out just what Evie’s fantasy involves, and how it feels for her to act it out here.

Something For The (Long) Weekend

What better way to celebrate the Bank Holiday than with a spot of sex on the beach? (Even if it’s only the cocktail…) That’s exactly what’s on offer in The Golden Hour, a new story of mine on the ever-hot Oysters And Chocolate site. If you want to know what happens when a location director searching for the perfect beach stumbles across the practitioner of a very erotic form of yoga, click here and enjoy!