Been away for a while.
Writing has had to come second for a long time now
Been away for a while.
Writing has had to come second for a long time now
out now, in paperback only.
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I have started my new work of erotica, Fantasies, to be released in mid-2017.
It will be made up of short pieces exploring the following themes, with sexier titles:
|He pays her for sex||Him on her oral sex|
|Group sex, many women||She pays him for sex||Her on him oral sex|
|Group sex, many men||MFF threesome||Ejaculating on her|
|Sex with friend||MMF threesome||Masturbating him|
|Dominating him||Strap-on with her||Masturbating her|
|Ravaging her||Strap-on with him||Sex in public|
|Watching her||She has forced sex||Sex on cruise|
|Watching him||He has forced sex||
Sex on holiday
I am inviting submissions from my readers for a companion collection, edited and published by me.
Your submissions must be an original unpublished work,
relating to one of the themes.
I am looking for writing showing the reader what the characters are experiencing, feeling and thinking, while engaged in consensual adult sexual activity.
Provide me with what you like to read,written for an audience made up of people like you.
Short pieces up to 1200 words, poetry, haiku, flash fiction and images will be considered.
Payment or royalty share will be negotiated with you, depending on length, editing, and marketing contributions.
If I accept your work for publication, you will be agreeing to give me non-exclusive first publishing rights.
Your confidentiality and original work will be respected.
Please email me at email@example.com, or fill in the form below, to find out more.
The publication will only proceed if there are sufficient quality contributions.
Patience will be required, while we put this together over the next six months or so.
“I need you here right now. Bring a friend. I am frisky”
Was I serious?
How long before he heard my message. What then?
What if he does do it and she is a girl? What if he is some guy he just met?
I sat back.
Better get ready. A bath.
My sweet cunt needed a rest before he …? They? Got here.
The hot water did not soothe the fire inside. It burned in me.
I thought about it for a while.
I wanted this. He better not come alone.
Someone who knows nothing about me. Someone exciting.
We can kiss and fuck and kiss and fuck.
He can watch.
I want her fingers exploring, her tongue higher.
I want this guy’s prick searching out my throbbing ache.
They can have all of me and then tell me how sweet and dirty I am.
Then he can join in. Maybe. After a while.
Would he do it?
He will not have me if he comes alone.
I might suck his dick, and then stop.
Tell him to go out on the street and find someone if he wants more.
Hurry sweetheart. I want to meet your friend.
copyright 2016 Ronnie F Strong
lips in locked delight
you are tingling as I melt
sweet embrace stops time
Since I opened a small business six months ago I have not had much time for writing or anything else.
It is wonderful to have a new start in life.
It is nice to be back here for a fleeting visit.
I will be back as soon as time permits.
I began to wonder if I might have developed a little bit of a compulsion. My fantasies used to be pure make-believe. They were what they were meant to be; fictional creations of my mind intended only for my entertainment or to pass the time. Now it seemed when I had a fantasy that before too long I would end up acting out some of its key elements.
I hoped this wasn’t being disrespectful, but the two Marks had become a little interchangeable for me too as I swapped between imagination and reality. Yesterday I had fantasised about making love with Mark Two in a park. Some of what transpired between my husband and I last night had been a little inspired by those earlier musings. Now I was seriously thinking about making love outdoors, and my husband was going to be the beneficiary again. Well, if Mark Two ever came to his senses then it might work the other way around for him too.
We chatted about a few matters happening later in the week for the children, not because we were avoiding anything. We needed to organise the parenting responsibilities so we could move onto our couple issues. Once we cleared up the arrangements for dance classes and so on Mark swept me up into his arms.
I liked it. I always had, as long as he didn’t grab my breasts as his first move. The number of times I had to push his groping hands away was beyond count. Not tonight though, he was on best behaviour.
He kissed me how I like to be kissed. My neck. Behind my ear. Each eyelid. My forehead.
Everywhere his lips brushed and painted my skin sent another part of me fluttering with desire. I parted my legs, for once hoping he would ever so gently cup me there with his hand, his finger lightly pressing at my moist parting. He did not. I squirmed even more.
Unable to stand his nibbling kisses any more I pushed his shoulder back so I could look at him. I wanted to watch the reaction on his face to my suggestion. “Darling, that is lovely. I was wondering, would you be interested in making love to me outside? We did that a lot when we were first together. What do you think?”
He looked at me, smiling. Instead of speaking he pushed himself upwards into a tall kneeling position so I could see how ready he was for me. For a second I thought about changing my mind. I even began telling him to fuck me right here, right now, not wanting to lose the moment. Laughing, he shushed me with a gentle touch to my lips. “More wicked thoughts Kate? What did you have in mind exactly?”
“Honey, I want you to take me by the hand and to walk me out to the outdoor table. I am going to lie back on that table and you are going to stand there between my legs. Does that sound doable?”
It didn’t take us long to get caught up in the thrill of being adventurous and a little bit naughty. The table was at the exact right height. Even though it was dark twilight rather than bright sunlight, the manner of our pleasure in the warm air with the hard surface beneath me took me back to my fancies of yesterday. Once more, what was happening to me for real blurred with those recent imaginings.
The thrill of being discovered was a big part of the excitement. The voices of people calling out to one another sounded out over our stifled laughing and moaning. The house next door was rented out to our usually quiet Chinese student neighbours. Their driveway and backdoor steps were only metres away from where I lay with my legs up in the air, my husband moving between them. The voices didn’t sound like they belonged to them, perhaps meaning we weren’t being watched. That was probably good.
The voices calling out were from further away, like the sounds of people climbing up the zigzagging path to the top of the hill where I took Mark Two in my fantasy. Now sweat wasn’t only sliding down my body to dampen the table’s oil-stained jarrah. It also ran from my body onto smooth hard rock supporting my back as my lover fucked me on that hill. I opened my eyes and there he stood looking at me smiling as we both started to come.
I thrashed around and when I was able to see clearly again it was my dear husband still inside me, breathing hard and kissing me as he leant forward to rest. When he could talk again he looked at me knowingly. “You really like him don’t you.” He was not asking me a question. I pushed him back gently and swung myself up to stand and kiss him, still throbbing inside from our wonderful fuck.
“I do, but he says he doesn’t want to see me. He emailed me. Said my being married made it too hard for him to see me. I thought he was okay with you being number one in my life, but he has changed his mind. None of this is easy is it?” I shook. Then I cried.
Mark picked up our robes from the table and then guided me towards the door. “Let’s go inside and talk about this more. We need to fix this.”
I could not believe my ears.
(c) copyright 2014 Ronnie Strong