A quick bit of admin...

I've managed to somewhat neglect answering my email of late, which is very bad of me - generally I prefer to reply to everything I receive, but I've been so busy this year that they've fallen off the radar. I'm dashing off a few replies to the more recent ones, but I'm wary of answering older ones, as if you're not expecting them they might be an unwelcome surprise.

I'd like to assure you though that I read and enjoy everything sent to me, and some of the questionnaires in particular have been just exquisite, thank you! :) I do get spoiled, I know ;)

Could you please let me know if you'd like a reply to an email / questionnaire etc you might have sent to me? I still have them all so will be able to send you a frisky reply if you're still wanting one :)

roger xx

the voyeur, part two

As promised, here's the second part of the scene from my latest Nanowrimo project - you'll find the first part here - hope you enjoy ;)

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Emma lifted herself up from Jones' cock, taking a last decadent lick around the head of his penis, lingering for a few moments, loving the taste of him on her tongue. She looked up at him, her hand still around him and stroking him teasingly, lost for a moment in his gaze, her heart beating faster, her sex dripping wet.

Slowly she became conscious again of Claude right there next to them, sat quietly on the chair next to the bed, his face a little flushed and clearly feeling the heat in the room. She was suddenly aware of how she must look to him right now, naked except for her panties, Jones completely naked and exquisitely erect alongside her, Emma's hand still around his cock, stroking him rhythmically and eagerly. Delightful little wet sounds accompanied each stroke, his penis throbbing gorgeously in her hand, wet from her lips.

Emma had never been this naked or this exposed in front of a man before unless she was intending to fuck him. She had never been watched like this, and Claude's presence as their voyeur was intensifying her arousal. She wondered what he was thinking right now, wanting him to see her like this, unashamed of how she looked, wanting him to know how very much she needed to be fucked. Did Claude want to fuck her too? Was he picturing himself in Jones' place, his cock hard in her hand?

Emma looked directly at Claude, still breathing hard, her hair half fallen across her face as she caught his gaze, her hand still wrapped around Jones's throbbing cock, easing up and down, keeping him erect, loving the power she suddenly held, knowing she was arousing both of them, wanting that, needing that.

Jones was groaning softly, his body moving in rhythm with her fingers, thrusting slowly up into her hand, and she leaned over him again, taking him back into her mouth, sucking him decadently and eagerly, engulfing his hard cock with her lips, his body jerking a little as her tongue slid around his shaft, licking all the way back up and teasing him with the tip of her tongue, looking up again at Claude, watching him as he watched her. Claude's arousal was clearly evident, his cock bulging in his trousers and very erect, his face a picture of lust. She was certain he was imagining her lips around his cock, sure that he was wondering just how good it would feel.

She smiled at him cheekily, taking another lingering, teasing lick of Jones' swollen cock, and Claude smiled softly back, maintaining his composure, continuing to watch. As his gaze wandered over her body, looking at her, clearly wanting her, his hand drifted down between his thighs, gently rubbing, masturbating through his trousers as she looked at him.

Emma felt another delicious rush of wetness at her sex, needing to be fucked now, no longer able to wait. She knew that if Claude was to think about making a move on her right there, right now, she wouldn't have resisted him. She wanted to fuck them both, wanted to make them both come, and just the thought of it was soaking the crotch of her panties, her body trembling with unquenched desire. Still looking firmly at Claude, her gaze not leaving him, she whispered softly: “Fuck me, Jones. I want you to fuck me.” She smiled as Claude gasped softly, one hand slowly unbuttoning his shirt, the other unfastening his trousers, his fingers easing down inside.

Jones groaned with pleasure, his cock intensely erect now, craving her badly. He pushed Emma back onto the bed, taking hold of her panties and tugging them off her ankles lustfully. She looked up at him, her heart beating faster as he returned her gaze, looking into her eyes with intense desire, leaning over and kissing her urgently, his body now firmly between her open thighs, the length of his cock rubbing against her sex, skidding along it, slipping against the wetness.

“Fuck me...” she gasped again, her hand sliding down to take hold of his cock, guiding the swollen head against the lips of her sex, “ohh god please fuck me...”

Jones growled softly, his throbbing penis nudging between the wet lips of her cunt, leaning over her and thrusting hard and deep inside her. Emma groaned with pleasure as his cock filled her, feeling every inch of him as he pushed all the way into her cunt, invading her, penetrating her, his hips grinding against her as he began to fuck her. She knew Claude was right there, knew that he could see her naked and aroused, knew that he could see Jones' cock plunging into her, and the thought of that pushed her arousal further, clinging onto Jones and kissing him lustfully, her thighs gripping around him, moaning with each thrust. Their bodies moved in rhythm together, gorgeous wet sounds spilling from her soaked cunt as the rhythm increased, her hands sliding down to his firm buttocks, pulling him in harder, wanting to be taken, wanting to be fucked. Each thrust seemed deeper, harder, Jones looking down at her as he rammed himself into her sex, leaning down again and biting on her neck as he pumped his cock into her, Emma crying out with pleasure, so filled, needing more, never wanting this to stop.

She heard a gasp next to her, looking across to see Claude still sat next to them, his shirt now discarded on the floor, his trousers unfastened and open, his hand grasping his firm, throbbing, beautiful cock, stroking it back and forth in the same rhythm that Jones was fucking her. He was clearly imagining that he was in Jones' place, thinking about how good it would feel to fuck her, his fist gliding easily up and down his swollen erection. Emma gasped with pleasure, barely able to look away from his gorgeous cock, slick wet sounds accompanying each stroke of his fingers, masturbating delightfully as he watched them.

The sight was intensely arousing to Emma. As much as she loved feeling Jones so deep inside her, his touch so intimate, his caresses electrifying her arousal, the presence of Claude was making this all so much more exquisite. The idea that he was watching her, masturbating urgently, wanting her as much as Jones, was increasing her desire. She wanted to make him come, wanted to see him come.

The image of that brought a flood of her wetness spilling over Jones's pulsing cock, Emma clinging harder onto him, barely able to take it now, trying hard not to come too soon, her hands clutching onto Jones as he rammed deeper, her cunt splashing with each thrust of his beautiful, throbbing penis deep inside her. She looked up at him, catching his gaze, his eyes so filled with desire for her, clearly right on the edge himself, thrusting and pounding, possessing her. She was so close now, needing Jones to come inside her, needing to feel that warm flood of spunk as he filled her, again and again.

His skin felt so good to her touch, firm and muscled, strong and hard against her open thighs, her body arching up to him now, needing him deeper, so close to her orgasm, his cock pulsing harder inside her, his own sounds increasing, It was clear he was holding back his orgasm, waiting for her, his cock thrusting deeper into her cunt, each thrust pushing her closer.

“You're going to make me come...” she gasped. She wasn't sure whether she was talking now to Jones or to Claude, the thought of both of them driving her closer to the edge. Jones' cock was grinding so very deep inside her now, his hands suddenly grabbing her wrists, pushing them up over her head, holding her down as he took her hard. Emma screamed with pleasure, arching and writhing underneath him, glancing across again to the side of the bed to see Claude's hand working faster along his cock, masturbating urgently as he watched them, his achingly erect penis slick with pre-cum now, clearly right on the edge of his own orgasm, waiting for them to come, needing it.

Emma felt her wetness surge again, spilling over Jones' cock, realising she was beyond the point of no return. “Oh god...” she groaned, “I can't hold it back... ohh fuck I'm gonna come... don't stop... ohh FUCK don't stop...”

Jones moaned intensely, pounding his cock more urgently inside her, his grip firmer around her wrists, pinning her down hard, Emma's thighs clamped around him as her arousal pushed him beyond the point of no return.

“Ohh fuck,” he gasped, “ohhh FUCK yes... that's it... I'm coming... ohh fuck I'm COMING...”

Emma cried out with pleasure, her body arching up to him, her own orgasm surging through her body as she felt him start to come inside her, so hard, so deep, spurt after spurt of hot cum jetting from his cock, pouring so deep inside her. Emma clung desperately to him, crying out in ecstasy, coming with him, their bodies merging together, her cunt engulfing his cock, her wetness spilling down his balls, soaking him.

She heard an intense groan from the side of the bed, seeing Claude stroking his cock urgently, the head of his erection swollen gorgeously, only moments away from his own orgasm. Clinging onto Jones frantically she turned to watch him, looking right into his eyes. “Come for me...” she gasped, “ohh fuck Claude... I want to see it... don't hold it back... do it... come for me... ohhh god come for me...”

Claude groaned intensely, stroking his cock hard and fast, an arc of cum suddenly spurting from his penis towards her, followed by another spurt, and another, Emma crying out again, her body jolting with intense pleasure, gripping hard onto Jones as her orgasm intensified, Claude's cum splashing onto her hand in warm wet pools, dripping down her fingers.

the voyeur, part one

So I'm currently still working on this year's Nanowrimo project, and as we speak I'm 25,000 or so words in and nicely on schedule. I'm planning to try to get it published once it's done, but I thought you might be interested in a smutty excerpt. Please bear in mind that this is all first draft, so it'll be a little clumsier than my usual posts...

In this scene our heroine Emma is about to fuck her new gentleman friend Jones for the first time, whilst they're watched by Claude. This is an erotic romance, so please excuse the extra layer of cheese in here, it's there deliberately. That's probably all you need to know, let's leap into the sex ;)

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The one thing Emma knew for certain was that there was no way she'd be able to forget that Claude was there in the room with them. Even sat quietly on his chair by the bed, doing his best to remain discreet and unnoticed, his presence was never far from her mind.

He was watching her, studying them both, and that sensation of being watched so closely both unnerved and aroused her. She found herself wondering if he would touch himself once they began, suddenly curious whether he'd begin to masturbate once they were naked on the bed and having sex, or whether he'd simply sit quietly and watch. She supposed that that was a question they should have asked before they began, but it seemed a little too late for that now. The time for discussion was long past and she was frankly too turned on to care any more.

Jones was approaching the bed, and he was all she could see. He looked as unnerved as she felt, but at the same time he also looked stunningly handsome. He approached the bed like a puma in heat, each move considered and sensual, lithe and dangerous, and when his hand lifted up to her face and stroked her cheek softly, she knew that she was completely his. She would have allowed him to do anything with her at that moment.

“Despite what you might have heard about me,” he whispered, his fingertips tracing softly across her cheek, tipping her face up towards his, “I don't normally fuck on the first date.”

His touch was making her melt. “Oh hey,” she smiled, “we met this morning, this is our second date, you're totally in the clear.”

Jones smiled, leaned over her and kissed her softly. Emma felt her breath almost taken away from her, his lips gliding so softly against hers, her head spinning delightfully as he pressed himself against her, his body warm and firm, his desire for her clearly evident. As he pulled her towards him, a hand in her hair, another sliding along her back, pulling her closer and kissing her deeply, any trepidation that Emma might have had disappeared completely. He wanted her as much as she wanted him, and the idea of that was intoxicating to her.

His touch was completely exquisite. As the kiss deepened and intensified, Emma could already feel herself wanting to surrender to him. She could feel his hands exploring her, her pulse rate increasing as more of her body was exposed to him, her dress tugged roughly down over her shoulders as he bit her neck passionately. Her thighs parted willingly as his hand drifted up the inside of her thighs, touching her, wanting her, each caress of his fingertips electric on her skin, her soft gasps echoing his movements. She had never felt this way before, so eager to surrender, desperate to be consumed, needing to be taken completely by him.

As their bodies began to merge together, kissing, biting and touching, her clothes were being quickly discarded. Emma was barely aware of it, her buttons being quickly unfastened, her desire increasing as more of her body was uncovered, a gift for him to do with as he pleased.

At the back of her mind she knew that she was being watched, that Claude was right there next to the bed, watching as Jones undressed her, seeing just how aroused she was, but right now the thought was barely registering with her. All she could think of, all she could feel, were Jones' lips, his hands, his fingertips, as he explored her body, thrilling her senses.

She was becoming delightfully wet.

Her own hands were equally as busy, tugging open his shirt buttons, gasping with pleasure as she saw the firmness of his naked chest, running her fingertips across it, biting on his neck greedily as she unfastened his belt, almost ripping it open in her urgent passion, pulling his trousers down his strong, firm thighs as he moved against her.

Jones was clearly in heat now. As Emma fell back against the bed, her dress long since discarded, Jones was already between her open thighs, his breath heavy and increasing, his gaze not leaving her, wanting her so badly.

With a gentle growl he pulled her up against him, Emma giggling and wrapping her thighs around his waist as they kissed again more freely now, their mutual nervousness long since forgotten. Emma grinned and took another lustful bite of his neck and Jones groaned softly, reaching around her, his fingertips snapping open the clasp of her bra, pulling it away from her breasts and tossing it to the floor. Emma tugged off his shirt and kissed him again greedily, her breasts brushing against his chiselled bare chest, her kiss sensuous and hungry.

Emma gasped as she felt Jones' hands slide up over her bare breasts, groaning softly as he pinched her nipples, clamping her thighs more firmly around him, rubbing herself against him wantonly. She could feel his growing erection pressing against the crotch of her panties, realising just how wet she was becoming, wondering if he'd be able to feel the moisture as he moved against her. Without thinking she pushed Jones back on the bed, kissing her way hungrily down his body, her fingers trembling as they drifted over his erection, teasing it through his lycra boxers, his cock already firm and throbbing to her touch.

She needed to see it, it was becoming an ache she could no longer ignore. With a firm tug she pulled down his briefs, slipping them off his ankles and throwing them onto the floor, hr face flushed, her desire for him intense now.

Emma felt herself pulse as she saw the size of his erection, his large cock visibly throbbing between his thighs, aching to fuck her.

“Ohh my god, Jones...” she whispered, sliding her hand around his hard cock, feeling it warm and firm in her hand, easing it up and down, stroking him, Jones groaning in response. “God, I adore your cock...” She moved her face down closer towards him, momentarily fascinated by how good it looked, his hips flexing up towards her hand as her breath drifted over the head of his swollen erection.

“Fuck...” he whispered, one of his hands drifting through her hair, pulling her face closer, and she knew what he wanted, what he needed. The gentle, insistent pulse in her hand was a clear enough signal. Emma smiled up at him for a moment, took another couple of strokes and then fed his erection into her mouth, Jones moaning with pleasure as her lips glided eagerly down over his throbbing cock, sucking decadently on him, her tongue swirling over the head of his cock, tasting him, loving the taste it. He groaned again: “ohh fuck yes...” pushing his cock deeper into her mouth, his hand firm in her hair, fucking her mouth slowly back and forth, his penis throbbing with each long, slow thrust, her lips and tongue caressing his length, his thighs trembling as the pleasure flooded through him. She needed him inside her so very badly.

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I'll post a little more later this week to complete the scene ;)

Nanowrimo (National Novel Writers Month)

As I always do at this time of year, this year once again I'm indulging in Nanowrimo - the challenge being to write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days. I've been doing this every year for the past five years (this is my sixth), though I've not mentioned it before as I wasn't writing erotica for the challenge.

This year, however, I'm working on an erotic romance novel that I'm planning to submit to an online publisher. With publishing being what it is these days I can't serialise the whole novel on here (and I wouldn't want to, this is a very quickly written first draft), as publishers tend to insist that any work they publish is brand new and unpublished elsewhere (including online) but I thought you might still be interested in knowing what I'm up to. The first draft will be complete at the end of this month (I'm 10,000 words in as we speak) and then I'll be editing and submitting the finished novel. If it's accepted I'll obviously be adding links to the book from in here.

So what's the plotline? I'm writing a spy romance set in a steampunk version of London. My lead character (Emma) meets a fabulously handsome gentleman spy (they're always all fabulously handsome in romance novels) whilst involved in a case, so we have the ongoing spy plot peppered with all manner of hopefully rather fun and explicit sexual sequences, including most of my favourites: voyeurism, domination, group sex and girl-girl are all present in abundance. I think I'm going to rather enjoy writing it ;)

So what are you getting up to this November? If it's something particularly filthy or disgraceful do tell me about it, I may be able to use it for some lovely inspiration whilst I'm writing...

And I'm still way, way behind on email replies - please forgive me, I've been writing up a storm lately (also working on some detective fiction amongst other things) and I've let the replies slide somewhat. I do love hearing from you, particularly when you send me disgraceful things, so don't imagine I'm not reading it. Quite the reverse, I read and enjoy everything that's sent to me xx

More news on the novel as the month progresses - in the meantime, tell me something filthy - or have a go at my lovely questionnaire, I adore receiving them and I think you'll have a great deal of fun with it ;)