2020 Vision

As the clock struck midnight to usher in the New Year, I was filled with optimism. Despite 2019 not being a great year, I convinced myself that this was going to be better. I was eagerly anticipating moving into my new home. I had got my running to a really, really good level. I was healthier than I had been in a long time. I’d spent alot of time managing gigs and becoming more involved in Softlad Promos, and despite losing one of my best and longest standing friends I was looking forwards not backwards.

Sure, I’d made a couple of mistakes in my personal life. Forgivable, if not forgiven. I regret the hurt I caused, but don’t think I deserved the hounding I got over one of them in particular. But that’s in the past and not the point of this blog. I even had a date lined up for the first week in January with someone who I had admired from afar and man was she beautiful. On top of this there was also the Smut Marathon to look forward to. It was going to be a busy year no doubt.

Fast forward 3 months and St Patricks day. The dating was going swimmingly. Despite it never being a relationship, it was fun, exciting, sexy. We connected and had the best of times for those fleeting months. I never knew St Patricks day would be the last I saw of her, but I don’t regret a thing, not even the gesture that in my opinion ruined it all, despite it just being read completely wrong. It’s just who I am.

After my twitter drama in January/February (with reprisals in April and June and September) I had to change my account for the Smut Marathon and little did I know how important this writing competition would be for me. The competition had to be shelved, which was a really sad state of affairs, as once again the ugly side of social media was laid bare. However, It did bring me closer to the organiser Marie Rebelle. We spoke often. We listened caringly, we shared tales both happy and sad. Marie always takes the time to read and comment on my blogs. To have that from someone who writes so wonderfully is incredible. The fact I get to call her a friend blows that out of the water though. Along with Marie I made some amazing writer friends along the way. Myself and Jae Lynn bonded over a love of music and most notably Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Go Your Own Way‘ and now rather than being a writer friend. Jae is simply a friend who writes.

Not only did I connect with Jae but I also stumbled across Carolyna Luna. We bonded over stickers (who knows, 2021 may be the year I get them) as well as writing and music and Star Wars and Bourbon to name a few. She inspired me to write when I didn’t have the words. She encouraged my confidence when I’d found my way with my new twitter but more than that, she became a huge part of my daily life.

As lockdown continued, I stumbled across the #VirtualPubCrawl when Shiner Sam posed a selfie one day with a beer and a band tee. All of a sudden I was engrossed by this wonderful community. Raising money for charity whilst drinking beers and listening to exquisite music. I mean… what is that about! Too good to be true right? But as the clock struck 3 every other weekend, the chords to Primal Screams ‘Loaded‘ signalled the start of the madness. There are far too many people to mention that have made this an amazing part of my year and everyone that has spoken to me or tweeted or done a down in one or donated to charity are all legends. However it would be remiss not to mention a handful. Al Burke was the first person to speak to me and become a friend. Then there are a ton I plan to meet in 2021. Andie, Ems, Danny, JD, Kirsty, Jake, Paula, Ady, Andy, Al, Dom, Rob, Matt, Sarah, Sarah, Russ, Redders, Dan, Amy, Michael, Lisa x 2, Johnny, Richie.The list really is endless and that’s before I even mention all the bands.. again special shout outs to Revivalry and Citylightz, you guys are the absolute bomb.

Now I make no apologies for mentioning these next few people who made my year much more bearable. People that transcended Twitter and I met in real life.

Lilycat – You gave me confidence and support in the unlikeliest of circumstances. You were the best part of the first quarter of 2020. Thanks for the Peanut Butter Latte and well just for being you. Keep swishing your pony.

New Indie Sounds. Mate. That night in Manchester was just the best. Never met someone that felt like an old pal within a few minutes. I promise I’ll get you that drink back when tier 4 lifts.

Indie Rob and Gems. Rob. You gave me so much this year buddy. You helped me through an awful time and I cannot thank you enough. Gems. Who knew we have probably been in each others presence so many times in Wigan and never even knew we existed. So much love for you two.

Scott and Kay. What an amazing couple you are. The kindest people I know.. how you treated 12 was the most warming thing I witnessed in 2020. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Sam. Thanks for giving me some much needed confidence over summer. Amazing to think 12 months ago you never knew I existed. But I did with you. Yet here we are now and I can class you as a friend. Probably the craziest thing to happen to me in 2020. Keep being that new music champion but more importantly keep me posted on my fav, Beryl

Dating was a bit hit and miss in 2020 some incredible highs and some earth shattering lows. So let’s just leave that eh.

A special mention to my twitter bro and twitter sis. Syriz and Vimtotime. Again 2 absoluye shining stars. Both with amazing twitter accounts that I just connected with.

To Amy, who’s been there on twitter for me for over a year. Making me laugh daily and sharing her beautiful blogs and amazing pics.

To Splintercat who keeps me in check, never let’s me get too big for my boots and keeps me in tea and cakey. A smile is never far away.

Finally, my last memory of 2020 is dedicated to my mum. She’s had the toughest of years. 2 strokes, losing friends with alarming regularity (nooo not falling out with em, them sadly passing, no she didn’t do it) . One of the best things about seeing 2021 in will be the fact my mum gets to see it in as on more than one occasion I was frightened that she wouldn’t.

So as 2021 arrives. Here’s to health and happiness. To kindness and care and to getting back to doing the things we enjoy with those that we love.

Unlike Any Other..

By 9:30pm, I want a picture of your clothes, laid out on your bed, so that I may approve them”. 
“Yes, sir,” came the prompt response.
“I need to know your ETA for the morning. And remember, no panties and you’d better be wet upon arrival. I will be checking.” 

“Understood.” 

His phone pinged just before 9:30pm. He’d been watching it all evening, waiting for her message. Exactly as he had requested, she had laid out a tight black dress next to a plunging lace bra which he recognised from some photos she’d sent. No panties but fish net stockings with a lace suspender belt. Perfect! He felt himself getting harder as, once again, the anticipation made his mind wander. 

Ryan thought he was managing to sound like he knew what he was doing but the truth was, this was a whole new ball game to him. He found it relatively easy to hold his own in social circles. He got by with just listening. In most conversations, he almost always managed to find some common ground, pulling a thought or a memory from some by-gone experience. He felt it usually put him at an advantage. But now, with Natalie, he was struggling. He’d always had dominant tendencies but he’d never taken it to this extreme before. 

He’d always believed that the art of listening was long lost in society, but in Natalie, he felt he had found his match. She could seemingly recall any detail from any conversation.  

“No, no Ryan, you said…,” was sometimes uttered, and invariably, frustratingly, she was correct. However, he wasn’t daunted, it just made him up his game. He liked being challenged; kept on his toes. But so did she. The set-up suited them both equally. 

Tall, slender, short dark hair, beautiful eyes, perfectly rounded tits. She was hotter than hot. But more than her physical attributes, it was her mind and her straight-talking ways that enchanted him. She was as straight as they come – a spade was simply a spade. She had a way which was quite unlike anyone else he had ever encountered. It was disarming and yet strangely captivating. 

The day had finally arrived. But to his surprise, he didn’t just get an ETA. The message popped up, ‘Natalie is sharing her location.’ He was transfixed as he watched her car darting across the map, getting ever closer, passing increasingly recognisable places. She’d said she was nervous, but the truth was, so was he. His palms were sweating; his stomach flipping with every new thought. He couldn’t let her see it though. He had to maintain his poker face – partly to keep up the pretence but also to help quell her nerves. He knew she would feed off any chinks in his armour. 

They both knew what was coming. It was a ‘date’ they’d organised an exasperatingly long time ago. Each day had increased the tension but the last week in particular had been hard as each day slowly ticked itself off. They knew one another and had been communicating daily for a while. They’d shared their innermost secrets, discussed boundaries and preferences, swapped photos. In a strange way, all the communication had made the wait feel longer.  

They’d met once before – a seemingly innocent evening, with a meal and a few drinks. But just before parting ways, they had managed to grab a stolen moment, pushed up against a wall, their mouths connecting, his hands rushing over her wonderful body. When a stranger walked closely by and remarked, “Put her down,” they couldn’t help but giggle like a pair of teenagers. “He’s just jealous,” Ryan calmly reassured her before hungrily tugging at that delicious bottom lip once more. 

Snapping back to reality, Ryan heard a car door slam shut outside. He heard her walk up to the door and knock gently. It was still early morning. School runs had just been completed and as she entered the house, he could see parents returning to their own homes. She kicked off her shoes and stood by the doorway, waiting. Instinctively, he grabbed her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. Her breathing hitched as, keeping his promise, his other hand began to lift her tight-fitting, black dress to check her wetness. He was taken aback as his hand slid up her thighs and his fingertips connected with her soft delicate pussy. She was already noticeably wet.  

“Fuck, you were right,” he growled, referring to her past reassurances, “Upstairs now”. 

He followed, watching those gorgeous, long legs and that taut, firm arse slink into his bedroom. She slowly turned to face him and they kissed again, before he pushed her back onto the bed. Lifting her dress further, he revealed her stocking tops and suspenders. She lay back and sighed, anticipating what was to come. His mouth moved to the silky soft skin between her legs. Finally laying his eyes on her freshly shaved landing strip, Ryan struggled to contain himself. 

Her scent already emanating from her gorgeous pussy, he closed his eyes and allowed his tongue to trace up and down her lips. Feeling his desperation grow, he grabbed her arse and pulled her in close, lapping hard as a moan escaped her mouth. He moved over her body and their lips connected, their tongues exploring in turn. “Why are you still dressed?” he barked, rhetorically and she slid off her dress. 

“Nice bra,” he whispered almost apologetically. He hadn’t got the chance to enjoy it for nearly long enough but he just couldn’t wait to experience those tits and gorgeous nipples. He’d seen them in photos – so perfectly formed. He undid it and slid it off her shoulders. Hungrily, his mouth engulfed her nipples one at a time. Enjoying the sensation of them stiffening at his touch, his cock hardened. Suddenly, finally, his fingers penetrated her. Her body writhed under him, as he plunged his fingers deeper inside her; rocking her body back and forth; fucking her with his hand; feeling her get wetter with each thrust. He pressed his thumb down and rubbed her clit until she started to uncontrollably spasm as she came closer and closer to climax. 

“Fuck,” he thought, “I’ve only just begun here and already she’s at my mercy”. He picked up the pace and rhythm – he wanted her to enjoy every last second. Her moans turned to groans as he frantically brought her to a crashing climax. Breathing heavily, he felt her orgasm washing over her. If only she knew that this was just the start…. 

Strong

Strong – Adjective – Able to withstand force, pressure or wear.

Excuse me for a while, While I’m wide-eyed and I’m so down caught in the middle

I’ve excused you for a while, While I’m wide-eyed and I’m so down caught in the middle

And a lion, a lion, Roars would you not listen?

If a child, a child, Cries would you not give them?

Yeah, I might seem so strong, Yeah, I might speak so long

I’ve never been so wrong

London Grammar – Strong

Like love and hate, there is an incredibly fine line between strength and vulnerability.
Two people who I have become close to, underneath the surface, have been dealing with so much, even disregarding this shitty covid year.
They have faced very different but nonetheless difficult times. However to a casual observer, you wouldn’t know a single thing was hurting their beautiful hearts.
I mean, I feel privileged to have become close enough to them that they allowed me to see them at their most vulnerable. It displays a huge amount of trust to be given this no holds barred, soul bearing view.
They’ll get through it, I know they will, even if they don’t. Hopefully I’ll be able to help them raise a few smiles along the way.
That being said, there’s a friend of a friend who’s having just the absolute worst time possible. Like hand on your heart, blow after blow, crushing time.
It’s not at the hands of a malicious ex though, or anything at all like that. They are facing the biggest battle, and man does my heart ache for them.
I mean, why does it happen to the beautiful souls, with so much to give? Why does it always home in on their greatest attributes to weaken them?
It’s in these moments though when they see who’s got their back. Who’s worth their time. There is a phrase,

Darkness can only be scattered by light and hatred can only be scattered by love.

Pope John Paul II

It’s true on both counts. When you’re down and you’ve reached the bottom. In your darkest moments, there will almost always be someone there for you.
A little beacon of light for you to gravitate towards. In this case, this person has at least one that shines brighter than a light saber. AT LEAST ONE, and to be honest, even if they only had this one person, I know that would be enough.
Nothing is ever too big or too much trouble. So when you’re reading this, know that you can focus on what’s ahead, as you know your back is covered.
You’re stronger than you think, but let others take up the slack when you want to be weak. No one will judge you for it. Be kind to yourself above anyone else.

When those times hit, have a listen to the playlist. I hope it helps you get through a moment, because ultimately, that’s all they are, just moments in time. And each one that passes is another big win. If you ever need anything then know you have someone else to call upon, unconditionally……..

You got this.

S’il vous plait

Final check of the mirror, make up done, dress straightened, a little cleavage, but not too much. Quick check in the bag, phone, purse, keys, lipstick, “parfait” she thought.

The taxi journey felt like an age, she had waited so long for this night and it was finally here. As the rain pounded down on the metal and glass surrounding her, the bright lights of the city reflected in the puddles outside, finally she was there. The doorman of the hotel opened the car door, the revolution of Uber meant no scrabbling round for spare change and worrying about whether the tip was right.

As she made her way through the lobby, her heels clicking on the tiled floor, she felt the butterflies in her tummy. It was as though everyone was watching her, like she was in a movie. She took her seat at the booth in the corner of the bar and ordered an espresso martini, she desperately needed the caffeine hit.

“Oh and may I have a glass of soda water too , s’il vous plait” the French subconsciously slipping out at the end.

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Watching the clock tick, the sound almost deafening as the day slid away. The reservation was for 8pm but it still felt like an eternity away. Walking into the bathroom and turning the shower on, the towel dropped to the cold hard floor and he tentatively stepped under the shower head, the hot beads bouncing ferociously off his taut body. Squirting some shampoo into his palm and massaging it into his scalp, turning the temperature dial up so the water was almost boiling, skin reddening as he rubbed the soap across his chest. His eyes closed and mind wandered back to that one fleeting moment they had actually met, her chocolate skin glistening under the lights, her piercing eyes staring right into his being. He resisted the urge to relieve some tension and quickly washed off the soap as time was ticking away.

Staring in the mirror and glancing into the bedroom to the red LED, 7:40pm. Twenty minutes to go.

Rushing back into the bedroom, picking up the neatly folded clothes and slipping on the black boxers and crisp dark denim jeans, sitting on the bed and pulling on his socks before grabbing the brown brogues from the box by his side. Back to the bathroom and a spray of deodorant and a few squirts of cologne across the neck and body and one for luck downstairs.. “hey you never know” he thought as he smirked in the mirror.

Back to the bedroom and taking the perfectly ironed, box fresh white cotton shirt from the hanger.

A quick puff of the cheeks, and the final touches of the Rolex his dad left him before checking that wallet and room key were present.

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Staring intently at the entrance, biting her lip nervously, the excitement building, the maitre d appeared out of nowhere, “Madame, are you ok? Can I get you anything else?”

“Oh I’m good thank you sir”

A wry smile and the door opens.. is it..

IT IS!!

“Stay calm, STAY CALM” she tells herself repeatedly but she knows her face is beaming, his biceps, pressing out of his brilliant white shirt, his thighs stretching every inch of the skinny jeans, and those shoes, her mama always told her that you can tell a lot about a man from his shoes, and they were on point. Classical and quirky. He just oozed charm.

Their eyes met and she could feel the smile emanating from her soul.

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The lift seemed to take an age. It was only 12 floors but might as well have been 112. I suppose that’s what a classic renovated elevator does for you, you know the ones with the iron doors that draw open before the external doors. As he walked through the lobby to the restaurant his mind began to wander. A quick polish of the shoes on the back of his jeans before entering the dining area. His eyes darted across the floor, was she even here? He’d left his phone upstairs, he wanted zero distractions tonight so hadn’t even checked and then all of a sudden he caught her in the corner of his eye.

It was those piercing eyes and movie star smile that he saw first, then slowly gazing downwards, her perfectly toned legs that went on for miles, she looked stunning, but then again he expected nothing less. Approaching the table, the maitre d followed hastily.

Monsieur, Madame, May I take you to your table now?

He could sense the confusion in those deep dark eyes.

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As he approached, the butterflies turned into eagles, her stomach was performing flips and each step he made her feel like there was no one else in the room. Her eyes saw the maitre D behind and just before he could sit down Victor asked could he take them to their table. She thought this was their table but thought better of interrupting. She grabbed her purse as they were led up a narrow hallway and into a small private lift, unlike all the others in the hotel, as the elevator climbed she just kept looking at the floor, she felt a hand suddenly grab her backside firmly, rubbing, and warm breath by her neck. It sent shivers to her core. She had longed for this touch, all the more exciting as Victor was merely inches away. She heard a feint whisper breathlessly in her ear. “ I hope you know what you’re in for Princess”, her legs almost gave way but she regained her composure as the lift opened and she was on the top floor, 360 degree view of the city below and beautifully lit palm trees lining the rooftop pool. “Dining al fresco tonight Madame” ushered Victor.

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Pausing for a moment to take in the view, he shook Victor’s hand and slipped him a fifty. “Monsieur once the food has been consumed, the penthouse suite is yours. Everything has been taken care of as requested.”

His eyes cast back over Victor’s shoulder as she was excitedly looking over the balcony at the city below. Her curves hugging every inch of the dress in all the right places. Snapping out of the gaze as the waiter brought the starter and drinks, pulling out her seat and delicately placing the napkin across her lap. Joining her at the table he could see her eyes sparkling under the blue lights. They tuck into the meal, a relaxed silence, with just glances, touches of the hand and smiles, the city bustling below.

The courses, flew past, the conversation picking up, but all very polite, work, news…… quite ‘vanilla ‘really but they were both aware of where this was headed.

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The meal flowed, as with the wine, she couldn’t believe all of this was happening, these things never happened to a girl like her, but here she was, atop the place to be in the city, the waiter taking her seat and covering her lap with the napkin, her glass was never empty despite drinking constantly to stop her mouth from drying with the nerves. Every so often he would reach across and gently brush her hand, the hairs would stand on end and her stomach would go once again. ‘What the fuck was this feeling!’ His hands were masculine yet the touches were delicate, feather light.

As the desserts were brought out, she slowly lifted her foot out of her heel and gently slid it across the table. She felt his leg through the sheer material and slowly rubbed up and down his calf. His smile widened and his muscles tensed. As the plates were taken away, a bucket with a bottle of champagne was laid before them as the waiter smiled.

“Monsieur, Madame, please”

Their seats were moved and they were led up the spiral staircase to the suite.

“Any problems please just call…”

The door hadn’t even closed and she felt an arm around her waist, pulling her back to the doorway, her arse banging the door firmly shut..

“Mine” he growled down her ear as she froze to the spot, opening her neck up to his mouth, waiting to let herself go.

Quick as a flash her wrists were pinned above her head, their mouths connected and the kiss was as electric as she had hoped. His tongue caressed and teased her lips and plunged in her mouth she felt her legs buckle but his strength in holding her wrists kept her steady and then it happened.

She felt his free hand slide her skirt up over her thighs, and within a split second and a firm tug her panties were torn away and cast to the floor, her pussy cold from the air conditioning but warming in anticipation. His fingers teased over her clit and firmly rubbed up and down her lips. She was losing all control.

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As soon as the door closed he knew she was his. He had longed for this time, but also knew she deserved to be treated like a Princess. His mouth was teasing her neck, has hands were pushing her wrists high above her head, her dress bursting by her full breasts at the unnatural position. His free hand wandered and his lip curled as the soft material of her knickers gave way at the firm tug. His breathing hitched as he felt the warmth between her thighs, each touch releasing a little more. He could feel his jeans tighten and as she gasped and her legs gave way, he scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. Tossing her to the bed her dress riding up revealing her perfectly waxed pussy. Unbuckling his belt and kicking away his shoes, he stripped down within seconds, his shirt pulled over his head.

Lying above her and staring into her eyes, he once again kissed that gorgeous neck, sucking and biting as she positioned herself closer to him, almost begging to feel him inside her. She felt his tip rubbing her clit and the pressure sent chills through her core.. desperate for more she wrapped her legs around him and dug her heels in his arse, easing his length inside her, her lips dragging his foreskin over his shaft, her gasps as she stretched around him rocking gently at first, grinding to fill every inch of her.

Picking up momentum she could feel herself already to explode ..

“Stop stop stop not yet”

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Looking down at her curvaceous figure, his eyes fixated on that gorgeous face, her reactions telling him all he needed to know as he teased her, making her want him even more. Then he felt her heels jar against his backside and suddenly he was deep inside her, that sensation as his length entered her, her walls adjusting to take him feeling better than ever.

Rocking against her body and reaching behind to bind her ankles together with his hand, her perfectly rounded arse exposed to him as she lifted up to get the perfect angle.

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As she gasped with each thrust she couldn’t help but reach down and slowly tease her hardening nipples, tweaking and tugging them between her perfectly manicured fingertips (slut red of course) the sensations were simply electric as each thrust sent her closer and closer. Suddenly out of the corner of her eye she saw the full length mirrored wardrobes, unlocking her legs and wrapping her arms around his neck she pulled him down to her face ‘wait, wait, she tenderly whispered, I want to watch’ before averting her gaze to the side of the room.

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Wondering why she had released her hold and feeling her warm hands linked around his neck, she whispered, looked and instantly he knew what she wanted. Slowly easing out of her he reached around her body and spun her round by the waist, in no time she was on all fours and parted her legs. Slowly moving closer and guiding his now throbbing cock he pushed between her arse cheeks and guided himself inside her now soaked pussy. ‘Fuck’ he thought as the change of angle gripped him tighter than before and as he looked down at her backing into him he saw the change of angle on her head.

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Within no time she was exactly where she wanted, she grabbed a couple of pillows to rest on as she tilted her head sideways. As she caught them in the mirror she could feel her clit tingling, reaching between her legs and placing extra pressure as he slid fully in and out, his body slapping her arse as her gorgeous breasts bounced with the rhythm. She felt ready to explode again but didn’t want the enjoyment to end and then she muttered ‘my hair’….

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Watching in the mirror was far more of a turn on than any porn he had watched, especially with this gorgeous, curvy girl he had connected with as the star. As he built up the pace, the friction making his dick twitch and throb inside her, he heard her mumble something.. he processed it as at first he thought she’d said it hurts and was unsure whether to stop but her body gave away that this wasn’t the case. He slowly reached forward and slid his hand over her head, gripping her neck and then carefully wrapping her shoulder length hair around his fingers, then as she bucked away from him he tugged firmly and her head snapped back and she felt herself pulled back onto his dick.

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She gasped loudly in shock and excitement. ‘Fuck yeah, harder she begged’. It was like a switch had been set off inside her, her hands now face down on the bed supporting her as her legs buckled, each thrust accompanied by a controlling tug of her hair bringing her back to position. The moans getting louder and louder and this reaction taking him to the brink. Suddenly the hand pushed her head forward and she was glad for the respite as she felt she could literally explode. She buried her head in the pillow as he grabbed her waist, fucking her harder, her juices now coating his cock, a loud moan left her mouth and her body went to jelly, her pussy now cold around his shaft signalling her climax. He reached round and pinched her clit as he took himself over the edge, unable to wait any longer as his dick exploded deep inside her. She grinned against him in circular motions making sure she squeezes out every last drop, her thighs getting coated in the mixture as they both slumped breathlessly to the bed in a heap, bodies beaded with sweat.

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Her mind and body were exhausted from the moment. As she tried to regain her breath she felt a cold sensation on her arse.. ‘What the fuck’ before realising he was just passing her a bottle of water from the side of the bed.

Screwing off the top and gulping it down, it was almost the best feeling in the world. Almost..

Ready for round two sir….

Better Man

Oh you’d trade all the money in the world, to see this girl smile. All the while, she’ll make you feel so much better.

Better Man – Paolo Nutini

Have you ever had someone in your life, that whenever you speak about them, your face beams? So much so that people comment on it. That pure adrenaline rush and excitement whenever you hear their name. Let alone speak to them. That’s the dream isn’t it? Someone that puts you first, someone that adores you for who you are.

Following on from my ‘Precious Time‘ blog, I put a call out asking for inspiration and had a few replies. This one stood out though, because it wasn’t just a song title, it was a little request about the interpretation too.

I’m not sure I’m an expert on what makes a better person in a relationship considering I’m single right now, but Lisa, I’ll give it a go. However before I do I need to tell you about Lisa.

I’ve only known Lisa for a couple of months, but if I was to tell you the three things that stand out from my limited interactions with her, they’d be 1) Her love for her boys 2) her dancing and 3) the biggest smile I’ve ever known.

There is a fourth thing but I’ll let the video of naughty alexa speak for itself.

Lisa’s Periscope

I used to always believe that being a better person in a relationship was doing ‘anything’ for your partner. To some extent that’s true, but not if it’s to your detriment. Here’s an example of a past relationship, the first one after I had ‘Failed’ at marriage, I was so desperate to make it work. ‘D’ had gone out on a Bank Holiday Monday with her sisters. Nothing unusual there. I need to add that D had only just connected with one of the sisters who was the product of an affair. I’m not a big ‘at home’ drinker, even in lock down it was once a week at most. Back when I was with D, she would have a glass of wine each night, without fail, sometimes more. Anyway, this particular day she was out in the afternoon, for food and drinks. Now, when I am in a relationship and my other half goes out, I leave them be, of course if they message, I will reply but I never instigate the conversation as they are out. I assumed she’d be back maybe 10/11pm after a full afternoon session. The day wore on and I busied myself with chores before settling down for an evening of sport. As the night fell, the messages were less and less and then at 10pm, I got the dreaded 1 tick on whatsapp, battery must have died. 10pm became 11 and 11 became midnight with still no signs. I messaged her sister to see if she was okay, but the same. One tick. I sloped up to bed, still not overly concerned as they were in a group and despite ‘D’ sometimes not knowing when to stop, she was in good company. 2AM came and went with me tossing and turning and then my thoughts started to wander. What if she had been separated from her sisters, what if some chancer had assured her he would help her and took her off .. I started to feel a little anxious and definitely couldn’t sleep. I tried calling but straight to voicemail. It was just awful. At 4:30 I finally received a message, followed by a whispered phone call. I have NEVER felt so relieved. Clearly still drunk, ‘D’ explained she’d gone back to her sisters to ensure she was home okay, as she put her inside the front door, her sister threw up all over the floor her husband was laying. He came down raging so she stayed to help her clean up. Then must have fallen asleep, but didn’t know where her bag was and her phone was dead so she couldn’t call a taxi. Anyway, I told her I would go and pick her up, rather than have her wait for a taxi and waste money, at least that way I’d know she was safe sooner. I picked her up and as we got home, the birds were tweeting and dawn was breaking. My alarm went off, just one hour later and I went to work. I messaged her at 9am to check she’d got to work okay. No reply. Then again at 10, and to my surprise she told me she’d phoned in sick and was going back to sleep. Amazing, but whats even worse is I never once gave her a hard time for it, such was my desire to please.

So yes, lesson one right there, by all means make someone feel special, but it needs to be balanced. They need to feel lucky too. If you put them on a pedestal, they will believe it. I am not saying don’t go out your way for them. I’m guess I am saying be honest. Knowledge is power and only information can lead to informed decisions. Be honest. We are all guilty of sometimes delaying things or hiding them just to protect someones feelings but TRUST me on this one, it’s much better to be honest. People are scared of change or loss, but if someones going to go because of your honesty to them, chances are they were never going to stay in the first place.

What else makes a better man? Taking an interest, making an effort, from DAY 1. Ask questions? Even in friendships, when I am speaking to someone new, I take an interest, make it fun and different. The amount of times I have been told I am intriguing is insane. Don’t just ask what their fav tv show is or the first record they bought. Ask them things that will make them think and stimulate their mind. As you get older, looks take less precedence than before. People look for their minds and souls to be ignited as well as their eyes.

Be lighthearted. I know I am good fun, I’m easygoing and don’t take myself seriously, a quick look through my media history in twitter proves it. The amount of times I get told I am funny though, yet i still don’t believe it.

Be true, It’s okay to have different interests and whilst it’s nice to occasionally involve someone, it’s also okay to just enjoy what you do with those you do it with.

Pay attention – I guess this will be my longest element of this blog, and that’s exactly what I’m going to say. Pay attention. When she’s talking to you, either face to face or virtually before you meet “Listen”. If you don’t have a weird ass memory like me, make notes of her favourite songs, meals, when her birthday is It’s not that hard. Earlier in the year I was going on a date in an unfamiliar town. I had literally never been there in my entire life. I did a little bit of research, I listened when she said she loved meat but not any pork products like bacon or sausage or gammon etc and after a bit of digging plumped on the Brazilian Rodizio that was the top rated restaurant there on trip advisor. After we went our separate ways, ( we parted on good terms) she thanked me for that meal in particular and told me it was the happiest she can remember being. Nice Huh? All that from just listening and paying attention. Women may seem complex sometimes, but they really aren’t. They want to feel cared for, cherished, they want to feel desired and safe. They want a guy to have their back who they can rely on and not let them down.

Oh That Girl Makes Me Wanna be A Better Man, And Should She See Fit, Gonna Treat Her Like A real Man Can

Paolo Nutini – Better Man

Smut Marathon – Round Four

The Assignment

The assignment was:

Write a story that features dancing.

Specific requirements:
– Your story is between 275-325 words in total. No less, no more.
– Give your story a title of maximum 2-4 words

@Rebelsnotes

Dinner Dance #33

“Pass the knife please babe, I’ll chop the mushrooms.”

Melissa smiled warmly as Daniel responded. She wasn’t used to someone cooking with her and despite her love of fine dining, this was different, imaginative, thoughtful. It was her first time staying over, yet already, she felt at ease.

Daniel poured two glasses of wine as they prepared dinner, “I picked up profiteroles too.”

Melissa bit her lip, coyly questioning, “Is that all you want for dessert?”

Daniel looked her up and down, sporting her favourite polka dot dress with sheer stockings, just as promised.

“Music?” she enquired, already pairing the speaker before Daniel even answered. As she seductively stirred cream into the white sauce, he moved behind her. Just as the chords to her favourite song chimed out, Daniel grabbed Melissa’s arm, spinning her around, her feet gliding across the tiled floor.

“Shall we?” he grinned, as Lennon’s vocals blared out, ‘I Want You’. Their bodies pressed together, lost in each others eyes, swaying, rhythmically to the beat. Melissa felt Daniel’s hand grip her arse, pulling her closer as they gyrated, grinding on his thigh.

Bodies twisted, their mouths finally connected, Daniel tugged firmly at her lower lip. Moaning into the kiss as he hardened against her, taking her hand, pulling her into a pirouette. Daniel led Melissa to the dining table, resting her forearms upon it. Lifting her dress, revealing her lack of underwear, Daniel’s breathing hitched at the sight.

Unbuckling his jeans, sending them tumbling to the floor. Pressing his tip against her already soaked entrance, he pushed forcefully inside. Melissa groaned her approval, their rhythm matching the beat, their dance turning carnal. Wrapping her long blonde hair around his hand, pulling her onto tiptoes, pounding deep inside her. Moving his hand round to pinch and tease her clit, moaning her name as he frantically brought her to a shuddering climax.

“We’d better finish making this lasagne, I’m even hungrier now.”

The Feedback

Beforesunset49 – “33. Dinner Dance – It’s a sexy scene but it needs more context and character to engage me. Reading this, I realised how writing in the third person, as an anonymous narrator, makes it particularly challenging to convey your protagonists in three dimensions. How different might it have been if you’d written this story from the point of view of either Daniel or Melissa?”

Dirty Romantic – “33) DINNER DANCE – this was a nice scene. Well written and thought out. The scene was believable and an element of background to get me interested. Just not quite enough to make it stand out from others though”

AuthorJenDragon –

33) DINNER DANCE

I’m a sucker for scenes that riff on domesticity and traditional gender roles, while also subverting them. Here the pairing of an almost 50s aesthetic with, well, the ‘pairing’ of a speaker is particularly satisfying, as are the opening and closing lines, their shared nonchalance illustrating just how much spontaneous sex infuses this couple’s lives, whilst also beautifully bookending the narrative. A strong contender for a vote.

Marie Rebelle – 33. Dinner Dance
I like how the way you have built up this story almost feels like music that starts gently and then builds up to a crescendo, and a nice, satisfying ending. There are some sentences that don’t have an active verb, which (to me) came across as a slightly false note in your music, such as “Moaning into the kiss as he hardened against her, taking her hand, pulling her into a pirouette.” and “Unbuckling his jeans, sending them tumbling to the floor.” and “Wrapping her long blonde hair around his hand, pulling her onto tiptoes, pounding deep inside her.”
Editor:
* “lost in each others eyes” should be “lost in each other’s eyes”.
* Remove comma after ‘swaying’ in “swaying, rhythmically”.
* Overused words: -ly adverb (remove 1), initial – ing (remove 5), feel/feels/feeling/felt (remove 1).
* Summary: Overall = 94/100 (Grammar: 82 / Spelling: 100 / Style: 100)
* Flesch Reading Ease: 67.2

Brigit Delaney – 33.Dinner Dance *
Star: I get a good sense of the connection between these two characters.
Star: I found this to be both romantic and sexy.
Wish: The sex bit was over so quickly! Damned word count.

Marsha Adams –

33) A hot scene (all urgent fucks over kitchen tables get my attention) that doesn’t quite make the grade due to telling, not showing, at times (I want to know what “seductive stirring” looks like) and some incongruous word choices (e.g. “blared” for Lennon’s vocals, which aren’t loud or harsh; and “coyly questioning” where ‘asking’ would have been simpler, and nothing at all would have been better still because the lip bite and the question mark could do the job of showing without telling). And as a keen cook, I don’t think they’re going back to making lasagne, because that sauce is ruined. 

May More –

33) DINNER DANCE

I took this relatively normal scene through in my cut as for me it worked. It was hot but also I liked all the detail you included. Things like knowing what song they were listening to – which by the way I love the one you chose.

Beware of making an event read like a list.

Here are all the entries for Round Four of Smutmarathon

Smut Marathon – Round Three

The Assignment

The assignment was as follows:

Your character is masturbating and someone is watching them.
Write about what the voyeur sees.

Specific requirements:
* Your story is between 225-250 words in total. No less, no more.
* Give your story a title of 2-4 words.

@Rebelsnotes

Will They? #19

Friday afternoon, early finish, “Hometime!” Elsa smiled, except she wasn’t going home. She was staying at her sisters. Her marriage had broken down and Hayley’s was the only place available. ‘Quick shower, change, and then out with my girls’ she couldn’t stand another night of ‘I told you so’s’ from her holier than thou sis. Hayley had landed lucky with Adam, took him for granted. He was always working away, ‘probably why their marriage has lasted’ she chuckled.

Entering the house, she was alarmed to hear music. Hayley wasn’t home, the drive was empty. She tentatively walked upstairs, seeing the bathroom door ajar, strains of Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Everywhere’ echoing out.. “FUCK” she gasped, it was Adam, he was back early, and obviously wasn’t expecting company. His toned body reflected in the bathroom mirror, hot water beating down on his torso. Elsa heard a moan and did a double take, “SHIT” she covered her mouth, he was wanking in the shower. She was mesmerised, watching him squirt shower gel into his palm, massaging his thick shaft, dragging his foreskin back pumping, harder and faster.

Biting her lip,senses heightened, Elsa couldn’t help but slip her hand inside her pants, already soaked in anticipation, she knew it was wrong but it felt so good. Pressing her clit, she looked up, just as their eyes met… “oh fuck, ADAM!”

The Feedback

Marsha Adams – “19) Best line: “…massaging his thick shaft, dragging his foreskin back pumping, harder and faster.”
This had issues with paragraphing and punctuation which made some sentences difficult to parse (e.g. single quotes around dialogue which contains apostrophes). Cleaned up—like Adam—it might make a good opening to an interesting story, but as it is, it has too much background and not enough description to paint an enticing picture.”

Posy Churchgate – “(19) Well handled, scene very well portrayed, watch out for punctuation of dialogue.”

Marie Rebelle – “19. Will They?
I am sorry, but there were so many things in this story that made it difficult to read. I believe “staying at her sisters” should be “staying at her sister’s” as it’s only one sister, and you are talking about her place. At some places you used double quotation marks, and at others single ones which makes it unclear whether some words are thoughts and others spoken.
Editor: “Hometime” = 2 words. The text starting with “She tentatively walked…” and ending with “… expecting company.” is seen as one sentence because of the ‘..’
Here a space is missing: “… lip,senses …”
Flesch Reading Ease: 69.8″

May More –

19) WILL THEY?

This flowed nicely, not only that I know who the characters are and what circumstance are like for them too. Good job. I could hear and see this story.

Don’t like use of capitals.

Here are all of the entries for Round Three of SmutMarathon

Smut Marathon – Round One

The Brief

Write an erotic sentence including alliteration.
Only ONE sentence

Specific requirements:
– No dialogue.
– Only one sentence.
– your sentence is between 15-25 words. No less, no more.
– give your story a title of maximum 2 words.

My composition – Tender Touch #107

Careful caresses, coyness as she undresses, desire in their eyes, fire deep inside, fingers entwined, bodies collide, over and over until the darkness subsides

David @Penhitspaper

The Feedback –

Marsha Adams – “Shortlisted but not voted for.”
107. I love it as erotic poetry, I just don’t know how many sentences it is.

Brigit Delaney – “And others just didn’t stand out as being particularly memorable, good or bad “

Tantivy – “The ones I liked the most had music in the lines (Tender Touch’107) and/or sensory experiences that were specific and concrete (Summer Sin/92).”

E L Byrne – “#107- Tender Touch- Poetry and alliteration.. nice!”

C.P. Mclennan – “#107 – This felt like a run-on sentence. Was not a natural-sounding sentence as I read it out loud and felt as though it was multiple sentences spliced together.”

Bluesubmission – “107. I like the rhythm to this sentence.”

Marie Rebelle – “107) TENDER TOUCH: I feel like there is something missing here. It’s like there might be a word or words missing? The idea is good though, but I think you might have wanted to put too much in here.”

May More –

107) TENDER TOUCH

• Visually pleasing.
• Bit like a list and seems crowded.

Here are all of the entries for Round One of SmutMarathon