Deeply Smouldering Vignette

(Another reblog for today...but one of my favourites. Most of you will have read it before.  This one makes me smile the most of all my naughty little vignettes. Enjoy ♥) *EXPLICIT*   The streets and pavements are still glistening and moist from the rain that has fallen and now the evening is wet with... Continue Reading →

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Smouldering Vignette

Some of you will have read this before. It was the first one of these little vignettes I'd written. I love this one, something about it... But what I have done is extend it with a bit more delish. Yeah, yeah, cue the jokes about "extending" things...I know how your pervy little minds work. Enjoy.... Continue Reading →

Scarlet and the Devil

Allow me to explain a little. This post/short story in two parts is something I wrote over a year and a  half ago. I first posted it on my previous blog. Yes I had a previous blog. Some of you know about it, a lot of you don't. No need to dwell on that dark... Continue Reading →

Aching, Smouldering Vignette

It's late. Far too late to be awake let alone nursing a cup of coffee that went cold hours ago The living room is dark, only the light of the TV flickering, and some inane advert playing quietly and proclaiming that this contraption will tone  your buns and your thighs. Wow, she thinks. Fascinating. Snowing... Continue Reading →

Smouldering Vignette

She sits by the window looking down at the midnight street.  A glass of wine in hand, not having any attention paid to it by her, it idly sits in her hand as she is distracted by the moonlight and streetlight and night sounds of this city she doesn't know at all.  She sighs. The... Continue Reading →

Sonorous Seduction

The hotel room is dark and warm. Moon light sneaks in beyond midnight to illuminate the outline of the room, barely...you make no move to switch on the light as you guide me through the doorway and close the door as I lean against it, your arm locking me in this prison of your eyes,... Continue Reading →

Sonorous Serendipity

The bar is dark and ambient. Bohemian in its tiny existence, small tables and chairs all close together and of course the small stage front and centre where I sit. Where I belong. My voice soars and swerves and carries itself across the room and bewitches and enchants with ease and love as I want... Continue Reading →

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