I was writing this piece at the same time as ‘Frustrated in Traffic‘ Bouncing between the two until first that one was done, and now this one. They were completely unconnected, that idea coming from a discussion with a friend, this one a flash in my mind when I was just sitting with my eyes closed.

However, due to a sudden, and quite frankly surprising thought from my brain, they are now connected! (Though they could probably still be read separately)

So, feel free to read this on it’s own, or you could check out ‘Frustrated in Traffic‘ first then come back and find out what happens afterwards.

The front door slammed.
I came out of the kitchen to greet you to find you standing there, shoulders heaving, eyes shut, your mouth almost a sneer as your bag dropped to the floor with a thud.
You didn’t move or open your eyes. It was like you didn’t hear me.
‘Steve? You okay?’ I said, taking a step towards you.
You breathed in deeply. As you breathed out again, your eyes suddenly opened wide to focus straight on me. I felt like a rabbit caught in headlights. Your gaze was so… heated, like I was standing there wearing nothing but revealing lingerie, not a long sleeve blouse and skirt. You stalked towards me down the hall, each step of your heavy work boots filling me with anticipation. I noticed the large bulge tenting the front of your jeans… something had riled you up.
You reached me, standing so close I could feel the heat coming off your sun kissed skin. You stood over a head taller than me, even in my heels. I love how you towered over me, looking down with fire in your eyes as your hands brushed up past the sides of my face to pull out the sticks holding up my hair. The dark curls fell down my shoulders and back as you threw the sticks aside, not caring where they landed. Your long fingers then slid into my hair, gripping firmly as you pulled me into a searing kiss.
My hands came up from my sides to fist your work vest tightly as you dominated my mouth. Your tongue caressing my own, withdrawing so you could bite my bottom lip, then licking where you had bitten. The constant changing left me breathless, wondering what you would do next. Using your hips you backed me a few steps till my back hit the wall. Your hands left my hair to lace our fingers together before you lifted them above my head. You broke the kiss and looked me dead in the eye, your voice deeper than usual
‘Leave them there’
I nodded.
Your fingers left mine to slide down my cotton covered arms, skimming over my breasts causing me to shudder before you reached my skirt. You pulled my shirt free before moving back up the buttons. With a growl you ripped the shirt apart causing buttons to fly in every direction making me gasp with surprise. You had been passionate before, and hasty, but never had you ripped my clothes. The buttons hadn’t even stopped bouncing before you had pulled the silk of my bra cups down under both my breasts and began sucking one nipple hard and pinching the other. Your lips and tongue a contrast to the roughness of your short beard. My head fell back, hitting the wall with a light thud.
Without thinking my fingers slid into the longer hair on the top of your head making you growl. Your mouth left my breast with an audible pop as you grabbed both of my wrists, spun me around and pinned me against the wall with your whole body, arms above my head once again.
‘Leave. Them. There’ You said again, puncturing each word with a grind of your erection against the cleft of my bottom. I groaned, my stance widening as your hands slid down my body again, this time past my hips to fist my skirt in your hands, dragging it up so it bunched at my waist. I felt one of your fingers follow the line of my thong down before you suddenly slapped each cheek hard. I cried out, I couldn’t help it, but I left my hands above me on the wall. I hadn’t been spanked before, it was… painful… but fucking arousing! You caressed the skin briefly before sliding your hand around my thighs, pushing  my thong aside to dip between my lips.
I hadn’t realised how wet I was till I felt how easily your fingers slipped around my clit, first one way, then the other, you caressed in slow circles. I whimpered at the loss of your touch when you withdrew but then I heard the clink of your belt, the soft grind of your zipper.
I bit my lip as the hot head of your hard cock seared my outer folds as you rubbed yourself against me before settling against my entrance. I pushed back, desperate for you to fill me, and you did, in one hard thrust of your hips. I flung my head back and a groaned out ‘Yes’ escaped my lips. I felt your fingers tangle in my hair, the other hand settling on my hip as you pulled out slowly before slamming back in. I tried to dig my nails into the wall but couldn’t. You fisted my hair as you pounded into me. Every bruising thrust caused my uncovered nipples to rub against the wall, bolts of arousal shooting through me every time the sensitive flesh struck. This wasn’t gentle sweet love making, it was gonna be fast and rough fucking and that thought made my pussy clench around you.
‘Fuck! That how you wanna play it huh?’
Your hand released it’s searing grasp on my hip to hoist my left leg into the air. The sudden change in angle caused me to gasp as you slid even deeper than before. Your rough fingers slipped between my lips, your own thrusts rubbing my clit against them hard. I cried out, trying harder to grip the wall. My stiletto fell to the floor with a clack, but I didn’t care.
The grip in my hair
My nipples rubbing the wall
The position of my body
The bruising thrusts of your hips
Your fingers unrelenting against my clit
It was too much.
Trapped in the prison between the hard muscles of your body and the unrelenting wall, I came with a cry, my body going ridged, my breath catching in my throat. I could feel my pussy pulsating around your cock, squeezing it tighter, begging for you to give it what it desperately wanted. My juices ran down my inner thigh. I wanted to slouch against the wall, I had never come so hard before, but your grip was still tight in my hair. I wobbled in my one high heel, my knee nearly buckling as your long shaft pounded me, one, two, three more times as with a fiercely growled ‘Fuck!’ in my ear you came, hips grinding against my ass.
We stood there, locked together, as we tried to catch our breaths. You released my hair, placing your lips to my cheek briefly as you lowered my bare foot to the floor, your now soft cock slipping out of me. I steadied myself against you, not trusting my own legs to hold me up as you turned me in your arms to kiss me, slow and languid now, a contrast to the fire and passion when you came through the door. You broke the kiss to bury your face in my neck, inhaling deeply as you arms held me tight.
‘Hey’ I said, almost a whisper ‘What got you so excited?’
‘You wouldn’t believe me if I told ya’  You chuckled against my skin.
I slid my fingers into your hair again to lift your head, looking deeply into your dark eyes. ‘Try me’ and pulled your lips to mine once more.
I hope you enjoyed! 
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Frustrated in Traffic.


This piece came about from a conversation I had with a friend of mine. It ended up being completely different to how the conversation went but, none the less, it was sparked from that so thank you for the inspiration!

(Side note – I don’t actually drive myself, never even had a lesson, so if there are inaccuracies in that department, I do apologise)

I hope you enjoy ^^
‘Damn it!’
I shouted as I beat the steering wheel for what felt like the hundredth time. I was stuck in traffic when I was supposed to be at the airport picking up a friend, but, to be fair, it was all my own fault.
It all started when I was lounging in my favourite chair browsing on my phone through Twitter when I came across a post from one of my favourite erotica authors that her new book was out. I downloaded it immediately and threw myself in to it. I had just got to a really hot scene, so hot I was about to slide my hand into my skirt and that’s when I saw the time on my watch. I should have left thirty minutes before. I ran out the door, but instead of being able to make up time on the motorway I was stuck in a massive traffic jam, solid bumper to bumper for as far as I could see.
I left my friend a message saying I was caught in traffic but I was on my way. Now all I could do was sit and wait. Luckily it was a warm sunny day, barely a cloud in the sky so I had lowered the top of my little car, turned up the radio and tried to distract myself from the other problem, I was so fucking horny! I could feel the wetness in my knickers, I wish I could have gotten off before I left, it’s not like I could do it now… could I?

The lane I was in hadn’t moved for at least twenty minutes, same as the others around me. So I looked around, glancing at the other people in their cars, most were focused forwards, maybe glancing at their phones… no one would see me…

Fuck it! I needed this.

I put the hand brake on and undid my seat belt, I know I shouldn’t have but it would just be easier, and I wasn’t moving any time soon. I pulled my long skirt up over my knees, the softness of the material caressing my skin, serving to heighten my desire further. One final look around me, no one was looking my way, I held my knickers aside with my thumb and slipped two fingers between my folds.
I was soaked, I had to bite my lip to stop from moaning as I finally rubbed my clit.
I slid further down in my seat and widened my legs as much as I could. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. I moved my hand lower to my entrance, tapping the edge a few times just how I liked it before slipping them inside me. I let my eyelids flutter close for a brief moment and imagined it was someone else’s fingers. A mechanic who was fixing my broken car. A policewoman that had pulled me over, checking to make sure I didn’t have anything concealed on me. I opened my eyes, we still hadn’t moved. I lifted my leg up to balance on the middle console, my foot by the hand brake to open myself more. I used my thumb and ring finger to hold my outer labia open as I flicked the switch for the air conditioning, gasping as the blast of cold air hit my soaking pussy.
I glanced around me, the lane to my right had moved a couple of foot, nothing else. I tilted my hips even more forward and began to rub little circles around and over my clit. I was so wound up that I thought this was gonna be quick. My eyes slid shut again as I sped up my rubbing, feeling my orgasm building quickly. As I moved closer and closer I felt a shadow pass over and settle on me.
I opened my eyes to see the right lane had moved again and a truck was now next to me. A small truck but it was still taller than my little car. A logo was emblazoned on the side of the door, Lords Carpentry. My pussy clenched at the thought of a man good with his hands, rough fingers, strong muscular arms pining me down and fucking me hard, I squeezed my clit briefly, my body shuddering as the pain turned to pleasure. I glanced higher and was surprised to see the driver. One hand on the wheel, the other tanned arm leaning on his open window. Must have been a truck from overseas. Despite being half hidden by aviator sun glasses I could see he was gorgeous. Dark hair, longer on top, slightly askew like he been putting his fingers through it all morning. He had the most delicious short beard and moustache the same dark brown of his hair. I shuddered at the thought of that rough scruff against my skin, it burning a trail of fire wherever it went.
As if he could feel my eyes on him he looked my way, eyebrows raising high as he saw what I was doing, a flash of tongue coming out to wet his lips. I had never touched myself in front of anyone before, not counting sex, and definitely not in front of a stranger… but I couldn’t stop. It made me feel so…sexy. So bold. I watched him and continued to rub my clit. I glanced quickly ahead, still no change. If I was doing this, I may as well do it properly. With my free hand I pulled the lever on the side of the chair and lent back till I could go no further, laying myself as flat as I could be in the seat. I pulled my skirt higher, so he could see my purple underwear and the movement of my hand. He licked his lips again. I pulled my little top up, exposing my breasts so I could pinch my nipples and scratch at the plump flesh, all while holding his gaze. He pulled his glasses down to the tip of his nose and winked at me. The sun stopped me seeing his eyes, I imagined they were as dark as his scruff, blown wide at the show I was putting on for him. I worked my clit hard, my own slickness now working against me. I don’t know what had come over me. I was exposed completely, in my car, touching myself in front of a complete stranger in the middle of a traffic jam… and I had never felt so fucking turned on in my life.
When I came it was sudden, one second I was close, the next I fell over the edge. A high pitched moan escaped me as with my eyes still on my stranger, my body went ridged, nails digging into my breast, fingers working my clit as I felt my pussy pulse. More of my juices flooded around my fingers as I came hard. My tanned stranger’s tongue brushed over his bottom lip as he watched me slump back into my chair, chest heaving to catch my breath. I still couldn’t look away as I brought my fingers to my mouth, eyes flickering as I sucked my fingers clean of my essence.
A car horn sounded loudly, making me jump and raise my chair quickly. I glanced around and realised my lane had moved but not by much, but there was now a big gap in front of the truck. Mr Carpenter raised his fingers to his sun glasses, gave me a final smile and pushed them back up his nose before driving forward to catch up with the now moving traffic on his side. I righted my top and skirt before anyone else saw me, as if that was bad after what I had just done. Laughing to myself, I took one final look at my strangers truck and carried on with my journey.


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Holiday! Celebrate! 

Though, as I write this I’m heading home tomorrow >.< Been staying at my boyfriend’s house for a week so loads of chilling, hand held gaming catch up and reading.

Before I left for holiday, a little while ago in fact, I finished Assassins Creed Syndicate. As I’ve mentioned before, I haven’t played any other AC games so can’t compare to the previous titles but I really enjoyed it! Thought the characters were interesting, the story was good, the voice cast did a great job and the music was very fitting.

The DLC, Jack the Ripper, started out a little creepy I must say, don’t want to spoil it for you if you think you’re gonna play it at some point. I’m now playing as Evie on it, looking somewhat different, as it’s set quite a few years after the end of Syndicate. I haven’t got very far into it yet, but I do want to finish it, it’s on the list as they say ^^

Now, most, of Assassins Creed Syndicate is done. It was back to Horizon Zero Dawn. I started this game when it first came out and was blown away by it. It is beautiful in every sense of the word. The visuals are stunning. Guerrilla make games exclusively for PlayStation and with the help of the very guy who basically designed the PS4 they can push it to it’s absolute limit, and it really shows. Plus, with its impressive photomode, a great screenie, can turn in to an amazing one.

The combat is fantastic. With many different types of weapon you can fight how ever works best for you. It could be making enemies vulnerable with elemental bombs thrown from a sling, or arrows from a bow. Pinning them to the floor with ropes. Planning and setting up traps to make them run into them. You can fire arrows that will tear bits off the machines damaging them and making them easier to fight. The possibilities are endless. I was worried I couldn’t pull off the combat in this game, but I absolutely love it!

This video is about 15 levels old now but gives you a gist of how I play. Arrows, elemental bombs and ropecasters ^^

I’m just over halfway through now so still plenty to do.

When I’m away from home, luckily, I don’t have to stop gaming. With a 3DS and PS Vita packed to come with me, along with my Kindle I have many hours of relaxation planned.

My Kindle has been hammered quite a bit over last few days, though it always does truth be told, that baby comes everywhere with me. I’ve managed to write a bit more of one of my pieces, I have two ‘open’ at the moment. I think they are both going okay. I’ll post them up when they are done. I’ve also finished book seven in the Joe Hawke series by Rob Jones. I’ve started book eight but, it’s hard with how The Hunt for Atlantis ended, I’m not gonna hide it, there were tears *sniff*

I’ve also started reading the Edge Security series by Trish Loye. Good action with a smattering of romance ^^

I’ll quite happily sit at home and play hand held games, but they come out to play more I’m away from home, which makes sense as that’s what they are for lol This week I’ve mainly been playing Assassins Creed Liberation on the Vita. Had to pick it up after wanting to play more AC, was a toss up between Liberation and Chronicles. I will get Chronicles eventually, mainly deciding what console to get it on, Vita or PS4. I think the style suits the Vita well but what’s the point in sitting there with a small screen when I could be playing on the bigger screen? More thought needs to go into this, maybe after I’ve made a dent in some of the gaming pile >.<

I’m really enjoying Liberation. I’m onto sequence three now. Love the switching of Personas from Assassin, Slave and Lady. Makes things interesting, fun and adds to the challenge. Very much looking forward to playing more.

Also continuing my stupidly slow progress of Fire Emblem Awakening. Just got one of the future kids to pick up now, Cynthia. Then I can, hopefully plow through remaining main story chapters and additional side ones. Then I can focus on Fates properly without Awakening waving at me out the corner of my eye. I’m still collecting characters in Fire Emblem Heroes too on my phone. It’s so weird going back to a full Fire Emblem after the playing the phone one ^^

I’ve put Lon’qu here to represent Awakening and Heroes as he’s one of my favourites, complete coincidence that’s it’s his ripped clothing art from Heroes showing off his strong arm…*sigh*

*cough* Kim? There’s a bit more to write…

What? Oh yeah, games! Waiting for me at home is a brand new console so even more games to play. An Nintendo Switch!

I knew I wanted one when they were first shown, but wanted to wait, like I did with my PS4, for a game or games that I wanted to play. Now it came out with The Legend of Zelda, which I wanted but I knew it would hard to obtain and it was coming out in Mad March (When Horizon, Nier and Mass Effect Andromeda was dropping) so I decided to wait. I wanted Fire Emblem Warriors, which is due out later in the year, so I thought I would spread the cost a bit and not pay out loads in one go, buying The Legend of Zelda a couple of months ago, and a case for it back in May. I put an order in for the Switch itself on Amazon in the middle of June, as it said it was due back in stock at end of July. I thought perfect, spread the cost well and then I’ll all be ready for Warriors at the end of the year, and a whole brand new Fire Emblem *squeal* next year.

So that was the plan, but I get an email the day before I go away saying, it will be in stock a whole month early, in three days time…

Holy Crap!

So, I go away the Saturday, and on the Monday a Switch turned up at home! I can not wait to get home and set it all up tomorrow, once I’ve done a little bit of adulting of course. Grrrr dusting and washing >.<

Happy Gaming people!



I had never heard of Tiffin until my boyfriend mentioned it was one of his favourite treats. (Okay, not true, I heard of it, in one of the old Carry On films, Carry On up the Khyber. They mentioned it, I had no idea what it meant, but as it was a Carry On film, I assumed it was something naughty…later found out it was a light meal eaten during the day)

In essence, it’s an elaborate chocolate digestive…but so much better!

Due to Tiffin requiring no actual baking, just chilling, it is sometimes known as ‘Fridge Cake’ and was invented in the early 1900’s in Troon, Scotland. It is perfect with a cup of coffee, as pudding after dinner, or maybe just as a naughty treat!



450g of Digestive biscuits – Half crushed, half in small chunks, or can crush them all.
450g Chocolate – Broken up into squares, you can use milk or dark, or even a mixture.
220g Unsalted Butter – Cut into smaller pieces
4 Tablespoons of Sugar
4 Tablespoons of Golden Syrup
8 Tablespoons of Coco Powder
Handful of Raisins
Optional – White/Dark Chocolate – 
To decorate – Broken into squares

Start by lining a tin with baking parchment, you’re not baking but it makes life easier.


If you haven’t done so yet, crush those biscuits! I don’t actually have a food processor >.< I know, I’ll get one when I have my own kitchen. I put half the biscuits in a sandwich bag at a time and break them up with a ladle, it’s quite therapeutic really. I tend to go for about half completely crushed, half small chunks, that way you get two different textures when eating, though all crushed works really well too. Place it all into a bowl and throw in the handful of raisins. It really is only a handful, by all means add more if you want, the main idea is just the odd little taste of one, not to overload it.


Next you wanna place the butter, sugar, golden syrup and coco powder into a sauce pan and melt very gently, don’t wanna burn the mixture.


When it’s melted, pour over the biscuits and raisins and stir thoroughly.


Tip the biscuit mixture into you lined tin and press down firmly. A few holes will be inevitable, especially if you’ve gone for the half crushed/ half chunks mixture, but if need be you can break it up some more, shake it up and re-press it down. When it’s done, shove it in the fridge for an hour or so.


Next, melt the chocolate, I used milk chocolate for mine, just what I prefer. I placed it broken up into a glass bowl in the microwave for about 20 seconds at a time, stirring in between so it didn’t burn. I recommend reducing the power of you microwave down to make burning less likely, if you can. When done, pour over the chilled biscuit and spread it evenly over.


To be honest, that is now done, and can go back in the fridge for another hour. OR you can decorate the top and make it look just that little bit fancier. If you are, now melt the additional chocolate, I used white, the same way you did the milk. when it’s ready, take a small spoon and drizzle it over the top. You can do it anyway you want, I went for a up and down and left to right drizzle. I’ve also done a combo of dark one way, and white the other, can do whatever you want really, and it doesn’t matter if it looks messy, because…


Now, take a toothpick, or a very thin knife and just brush it through the melted chocolate. This can be done in straight lines down or to the sides, or even little swirls to really mix it up, again, however you want. I just went down in straight lines, regularly changing toothpick to keep it clear, added bonus of this, can lick the chocolate off the last toothpick as you carry on swirling hehe


When done decorating, pop it back in the fridge for another hour, then chop it in to squares or slices. Keep in an air tight container in the fridge, will keep for at least a week, but I doubt it will last that long!

As always I’m on Twitter and would love to see your pictures if you make this.

Enjoy! ^^


The table has been laid…



I’m not sure where this idea came from to be honest. As you will see when you read it’s very loosely based off a scene from Pretty Woman, but I haven’t seen the film or heard the song recently…So *shrugs shoulders* 

This was the first time writing that a character seemed to take over. I’ve heard other writers mention this before and I didn’t understand what they were getting at I must admit. I mean how can  your character take over?! You are the one writing?!…but I get it now. I was typing away and, the guy, Nate, started doing things that I didn’t have in my head as what was happening next! I wrote and didn’t realise till halfway through that he was doing stuff of his own accord!

It happened several times while writing this piece, and it was always him, so he’s now been dubbed by my beta reader, and myself ‘Naughty Nate’ 

Anyway, hope you enjoy ^^

It had been a week since I fell asleep on the sofa while waiting for you to come home from work.
A week since your key in the lock stirred me from my slumber.
A week since I felt your lips cold from the night press against my cheek.
A week since I heard you whisper ‘Man, that would be nice to come home too’
A week since I cracked my eyes open to see on TV the scene from Pretty Woman where Richard Gere gets back to the hotel to find Julia Roberts waiting for him, wearing nothing but a tie and heels.

I glanced around the room to make sure everything was set. It was late and the only light in the living room came from a few candles I had lit, whilst the moon high in the sky bathed the kitchen in a soft glow. I had pushed the dining table up against the wall and draped it with a dark blue tablecloth. I checked the time, your train had come in ten minutes ago, you would be here any moment. I perched on the edge of the table wearing nothing but blue heels that I could barely stand up in, but I didn’t expect to do much standing tonight, and one of your blue silk ties in a perfect knot around my neck.

I spread my legs wide, hooking my knees over the corners and ran my hands gently over my thighs, barely touching, bringing my skin out in goosebumps. I touched higher, skimming over my stomach till I grabbed my breasts and pinched my nipples.

As the light on the front porch flashed on I lent back on one hand and slowly began to circle a finger around my clit. I was already wet just from thinking about seeing you come through the door to find me like this. I know I wasn’t in the same position as Julia Roberts was, I thought I would make things more interesting.

Your keys rattled in the lock and as the door swung open cold air crawled across my rapidly warming skin and clit, causing me to gasp.

Your voice came from the hall as I heard you kick your shoes off.

‘Jen? What’s with the lights? Power cut?’

I didn’t answer.

You came into the living room calling my name again before stopping dead in your tracks, the bag in your hand dropping to the floor with a light thud.

‘How was your day dear?’ I said as I continued to touch myself arching my back a little more.

I wish I had left the lights on now, I wish I could see your face. Your chest was almost heaving causing your shoulders to raise and fall, your fists now clenched tightly. You took a step closer, then another, another, every step filling me with anticipation as I continued to slowly caress my clit.

You stepped into the pale light of the moon and I saw your face, lips parted, your tongue flicking out briefly to wet them, making my heart jump. Your beautiful dark brown eyes were blown wide, unblinking, and filled with fire as they slowly moved from my own, down my bare breasts to my fingers. I stopped rubbing, bringing my fingers to my mouth,your eyes following as I painted my juices across my lips, before wrapping my tongue around and sucking them into my mouth. I hummed loudly, before taking them out with a purposeful pop and leaning back on both hands. One step more and your thighs hit the table, the bulge in your tailored trousers so close yet so far from my slick cunt.

You blinked, coming back to me, smirking.

Your voice came out rough, but barely a whisper ‘Nice tie’

I smiled, you had remembered.

‘I got it for you’

You raised a hand to my cheek, stroking your thumb over it, then moving down to caress the blue silk around my neck before following it down, your knuckles brushing a trail of fire down my skin. You crushed the silk in your fist before wrapping it round and pulling me into a kiss I could feel all the way down to my toes. My fingers slipped into your hair, gripping the soft strands tightly as you dominated my mouth with yours. A deep growl escaped your throat. I love it when you growl, it’s such a rough sound, so primal, it sets all my nerves tingling.

Your hands snaked out from between us to edge down my back, your touch electric as you gripped a cheek in each hand, squeezing hard as you pulled me flush to your body to grind your erection against my wet folds.

I hooked my legs around your thighs, giving me leverage to grind back, you growled again, my whole body shivering in your arms. You let go of my behind and broke the kiss to throw your suit jacket off, my hands leaving your hair to help yank your tie loose so you could pull it over your head. As you were about to throw it on the floor you stopped, looking from the tie to me, a smirk appearing at the corner of your mouth. You undid the knot before unwrapping my legs from your waist, hooking them back over the table corners. You caressed down my thigh and calf as you knelt in front of me, your breath tickling my sex, as using your tie, you secured my ankle to the table leg. You did the same with the other, using the tie from around my neck.

I followed your every move. You had tied my wrists before, but never ankles, my chest tightened with anticipation as to what you were gonna do next. You slid forward from your feet to your knees, looking up at me. Your eyes, still burning, were filled with so much love as you touched your hand to my chest, fingers spread wide between my breasts, pushing gently. I took the hint and laid back, slipping right to the edge of the table. I was so open, bared wide to you.

I felt your lips kiss the inside of my knee, soft in contrast to the scruff around them, then again a little further in, and again, again, edging ever closer to where I desperately wanted your mouth.


‘Sssshhhhhhh’ You whispered against my thigh ‘I got you baby’

Your fingers parted my outer folds even more.

‘Look at you’ You said, your breath caressing my wet pussy. ‘Wide open, so slick and quivering….all just for me’ Then you tongue ran flat from my hole to my clit. I cried out, reaching into your hair to ground myself but it wasn’t enough as you kept lapping away, long licks and quick flicks of your tongue, sucking my clit into your mouth, nibbling at my folds. My pants and gasps echoed around the kitchen, mixing with the wet sounds you made against my cunt. It sounded…so dirty.

My orgasm was building, I could feel it skittering across my skin, crawling into my belly, I was desperate to close my legs, the feeling so intense, but I couldn’t and the more I strained against the bonds around my ankles, the tighter the coil in my stomach grew. Your tongue speared me again, I was so close.

‘Please’ I begged you ‘Please…’

Then your mouth grasped my clit tightly, I felt your teeth either side, your lips sucking it hard and your tongue flicking rapidly across it, it was too much. I screamed as I came, my back arching, my hands a death grip on your hair.

It seemed to go on for an eternity, I felt suspended in that moment, like there was nothing in the world but me and you.

I inhaled, gasping for breath as my back hit the table. I released your hair to lay my hands upon my pounding heart ‘Oh God…’ I managed to say as you released my clit

‘Fuck Nate….’

‘That’s next’

I opened my eyes to see you now standing, the moonlight showing me your smirking mouth glistening wet with my juices.

Your hands caressed my thighs ‘Your legs okay?’

I nodded.

I heard the sound of your belt and zipper and your eyes flickered as you pulled your hard cock free.

‘Ya know…’ You said as you grasped my hips tightly ‘I’m never gonna look at this table the same way again’ Then you thrust all the way into me causing me to cry out.

You held yourself there, your fingers and hips searing hot against my skin. I wanted to wrap myself around you, but my legs were still tied, all I could do was lay there, grip the table and be used by you as you pulled all the way out to the tip before slamming back in.

You set a fast pace, pounding into me hard, I’m sure you would have moved the table if it hadn’t already been against the wall. I could feel another orgasm growing, this one no less intense. You growled, my cunt spasming at the sound causing you to swear as your cock was gripped tighter. One of your hands left my hip, moved across my belly before going lower, then it stopped, just hovering on my bare mound.

I looked up at you, your face almost a sneer as your fingers slid between my soaking folds, still not touching where I desperately needed them.


You kept thrusting, a smirk spreading across your face as your fingers now rubbed either side of my clit in time with your thrusts.

‘Please…’ I begged you again.

You kept me balanced on the precipice, I was hanging by a thread…then suddenly your fingers slid together, riding my clit hard.

I was silent as I came. Mouth agape, eyes rolling back, hands and knees gripping the table as my body went ridged. Your grip tightened on my thigh, your pace faltering as my quivering pussy pulled your orgasm from you. Your hips slammed against mine one more time, a groan tearing from your throat, as I felt your hot cock pulse cum into me. I had never felt so sated, so satisfied, there was a soreness in my legs now, and tomorrow I would smile, remembering why they ached so. You lent down and pressed kisses to my stomach, so light they tickled making me giggle.

I sighed as your now soft cock slipped from me as you bent to release my ankles, rubbing them gently as you undid the ties and lifted my legs from the corners. You stood, taking my hands and pulled me up and into your tight embrace. I wrapped my legs around you and buried my face into your neck. The roughness of your scruff rubbing against my cheek, the scent of your aftershave filled my nose, along with your sweat, your arms wrapped around me all served to ground me, bring me back from the intensity of our love making.

‘You okay?’ You whispered in my ear, your voice less gravelly now, squeezing me briefly.

‘More than okay’ I laughed, pulling back to kiss you. ‘I agree, I don’t think I’m gonna look at this table the same way again’

You smiled back at me ‘I’m gonna phone for a pizza, run you a nice hot bath then feed you pizza while you soak. Then, we’re gonna curl up in bed and I’m gonna massage your ankles while we watch crap on TV’

‘You are too good to me’ I said before kissing you again as you gripped me tighter and carried me upstairs.

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It’s not all fun and games…


If I can make one person smile or laugh a day, then my job is done.

I live by this. The world is a dark place, so I just try and make my little corner of it a little bit brighter. Sometimes, I don’t think we realise that us saying something nice, doing something nice, or even just smiling at someone can have such a massive impact on that persons day. They could be having the shittiest day, for whatever reason, but you holding the door open, smiling, offering to help lift the buggy onto the train, YOU could be the reason that person smiles that day, and THAT is a powerful thing. Did you know you had that much power?

The title of this post is because I try to fill mine, and others, days with smiles, laughter and fun, but it isn’t all fun and games, it can’t be. Every day can not be perfect. When I’m at work I try to have a giggle with my colleagues and customers, when I’m not I game, read, write, spend time with my boyfriend, friends, family, all these things I enjoy, no, enjoy isn’t strong enough, I LOVE doing these things!

But as I said, every day can not be perfect.

For me, it’s usually that time of the month when the darkness creeps and the ‘Evil Bitch’ part of my brain comes out of the box that she lives in. Her screams echo around my head making me doubt nearly everything…

You are fat and ugly…

Your boyfriend is only with you until he finds someone better, which isn’t too hard..

You are useless, there is no point you being here…

What’s the point in commenting on that Twitter post, they don’t give a shit what you think, and what you wanna say is stupid anyway…

How can you call yourself a fan of ‘Insert thing here’?
You didn’t start when everyone else did.
You haven’t completed all the games.
You haven’t read all the books/comics.
You don’t own all the things.

All the people around you just tolerate you, they don’t really like you…

If someone says something nice it’s cause they want something from you, or they are just being polite, they don’t mean it…

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think the opposite of these the rest of the time, far from it! In fact, I believe most of them are true anyway, just the rest of the time the voice is barely more than a whisper and I can get on with my day, work, game etc.

I had a bad day Saturday. I had stayed up late Friday night gaming and chatting to my boyfriend. Nothing unusual there to be honest, I’m normally up till 1-2 am anyway, but I had the Saturday off work and I just didn’t feel tired so I carried on gaming till just after 3 am, so by the time I settled down to sleep it was 4 am. I woke up at 10 am and got out of bed at 11. It’s very rare I stay up that late so I put my feeling crappy and groggy down to that. Drank some coffee, didn’t feel like eating and proceeded to send a morning text to my boyfriend and then browse Twitter. I read something on Twitter that I wouldn’t normally react too, it was a typical sentence, that I’ve read and heard a hundred times before and I’ve read and heard since then with no reaction what so ever, but that time, I just got hit with what I can only describe as a wave of despair. I sat crying at my desk, sobbing as the catch on the lid on that Evil Bitch’s box sprung free and she came screaming out like a banshee wailing in the night.

And that’s where I stayed…I dunno how long for exactly, I know I managed to eat something cause I remember taking the plate downstairs afterwards and making coffee for me and my dad, but I don’t remember making it or eating it, I think it was a baguette of some sort as there was some in the kitchen on Sunday. I sealed up and labelled some boxes as I sold some old DVDs online and I packed up a box of goodies for a friend. She didn’t know it was coming and I had picked out things I thought she would liked, yet I still sat there as I was wrapping ribbon, packing and sealing up the items I had got her thinking ‘What if she doesn’t like them?’
All of this, eating, and packing up the boxes should of taking no more than what? 30 minutes? Took me about 3-4 hours from what I remember. Then I felt like I was wasting my day off, which didn’t help the low feeling. I could of been gaming, reading. On my weekend days off I usually have a little afternoon gaming session with the boyfriend as well as our usual evening one but I didn’t Saturday, I kept myself away from everyone as much as I could, I knew I wasn’t in the right mind to be around people. I managed to shower in the evening, that helped to some degree and then I ordered pizza, cause well why not?

By 9pm after shower, some pizza, chicken and ice cream I felt like I could talk again. I got back on the Playstation with my other half like a usual night. I talked about it with him a little but wanted to push myself out of it all.

Sunday, I felt a little bit brighter. I had work to go to, so that helped with focusing on something, serving, paperwork and catching up with my boss as I hadn’t worked with her for a while.

Monday was okay too.

Tuesday…Tuesday was mixed. I had a great day during the day. I spent the day with a very good friend of mine, we met through our love of Dragon Age (She spotted my hoodie one day and been friends ever since) We caught the train to town, got wet cause it decided to rain on us, had lunch, then went to the cinema to watch Wonder Woman (Which is fantastic by the way! Powerful and inspiring) then headed home, getting soaked again, and was a great day, despite the weather! Then in the evening my mood dropped again. I wasn’t sure if it was cause I had heard something disappointing, or cause I was tired, or the lid on that damn box in my head wasn’t locked like I thought it was. I enjoyed Wonder Woman so much I wanted to get her Pop Vinyl for my collection (I have quite a few Pops) Then I got hit with ‘Impostor Syndrome’
I wasn’t a fan enough to deserve it, I don’t know her history, her story arcs…
My other half, bless his long suffering soul, started to talk me out of my stupid-ness, but then I got hit with more of it. I have several Mass Effect hoodies and I sometimes feel like an impostor wearing them as I haven’t finished all of the games yet. My boyfriend was great, as he always is, I couldn’t be without him, helped me stop crying before I went to bed. But that night, and last night in fact I took a cuddly toy with me to bed for the first time since I was probably in single digits age. I did feel silly at first but then I didn’t care.

Now, well it’s Thursday and I think the box in my head has been shut and locked, for now at least. That’s all I can do I guess. She doesn’t appear every month but when she does come out to play is just cope and deal as best as I can till I can lock that damn box again.

I have heard so many lovely and sweet things from people when I felt low, you said so many beautiful words and I can not thank you enough for those kind words and encouragement. The banshee wails over them at the time, but I do read them, I do appreciate them and I re-read them again when she’s locked away to appreciate them even more. Thank you, I truly mean that from the bottom of my heart.

I’m sorry this post is such a mishmash of things, and to be honest, it probably doesn’t even make that much sense. I know there are people out there with problems way more horrendous than mine…I know a lot of people feel that way when it comes to some things, but that doesn’t make the way we feel less valid.

It’s okay to not feel okay sometimes. It’s okay for every day to not be perfect. The world is a dark place, but maybe try and make your little part of it that little bit brighter.


‘No matter how dark the night, morning always comes, and our journey begins anew’

Puff Pastry Pizza


Yep, that’s a lot of ‘P’s’

I had a spare sheet of puff pastry after I made the quiche (I had bought two in case I fucked up the quiche, but as I didn’t, spare ^^) and decided to do something fun for lunch with it, PIZZA! ^^


Puff Pastry Sheet
Tomato Puree
Garlic Sauce – Optional, or another sauce to jazz it up a little
Chorizo – Or topping of your choice

Remember first to check on how your pastry sheet wants to treated, no, not to hair pulls and spanking, it may like that, but not before being put in the oven. The one I used needs to be kept in the fridge, then took out for 10 minutes before then being used straight away.

While I was waiting those 10 minutes for the sheet to be ready I mixed up in a little bowl the tomato puree and some of my Roasted Garlic Hot sauce that I keep in the fridge. This stuff is so good! I usually drizzle it on burgers but I thought adding it to the puree would give it that extra kick. I’m sure whatever country you are in you can find a good sauce of your liking if you wanna add a little something to the puree. If you wanna try out the one I used you can get it and so many other great products from www.hot-headz.com

I then ripped up the chorizo, grated up a little cheddar cheese and drained the mozzarella (Well, you need too, I had too much grated cheddar left over from the quiche and still too much after I put some on the pizza, luckily, the rents were having jacket potatoes for dinner so didn’t go to waste)

By now the sheet was ready so I unrolled it on a covered baking tray, cutting off the overhang, which I then cut into four strips to give the pizza a ‘crust’


Spread the puree over the bottom then go nuts with the cheeses and toppings, throw whatever you want on there! I may of put too much cheese on mine, if there is such a thing…


Bake in the oven for about 20-25 minutes on 180 degrees, let it cool a little, cut it up and munch away! I shared mine with a friend and he loved it ^^ As always I’m on Twitter, so if you make this, let me know what you think and hit me up with pictures.