The Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS and heard the crunch of gravel underfoot. This was not the destination he intended, but it rarely was. That was half the fun. Since he first stole her, all those years ago, his beloved transport through time and space appeared to have got to know him and now... Continue Reading →
Starting a long and tiring week going through the contents of every dusty box in the room didn't fill Jenny with joy. Of all the things she loved about her job, this was the part that felt the most arduous. Ahead of her were days of lifting each container down from its shelf, comparing the... Continue Reading →
The cosy welcoming kitchen had been lovingly created by a father's hands. A builder by trade, he had spotted the property's potential and spent two years of his spare time carefully renovating the Edwardian semi-detached house in order to turn it into a home for his family. When they got the keys, the only improvement... Continue Reading →
At the start of this calendar year I decided that I wanted to learn something new. I'm a sucker for a good evening class and love to have an outlet for my creativity, so I had a look at the short courses on offer at the University of the Arts London. I should point out... Continue Reading →
Now here's an interesting way to start 2015. Adult brand Ann Summers have launched their first ever erotic fiction writing competition. As their mission is theme is 'to make women feel sexy, fearless and confident' they have decided on a theme that will help inspire that and so they'd like to read your stories that... Continue Reading →
Have you ever noticed how the covers of erotic novels are, to put it bluntly, a bit fucking sexist? Despite the fact that many of these stories sexualise men for the titillation of women, the images that appear on the covers mostly appear to objectify women. Even though heterosexual women enjoy looking at men, apparently... Continue Reading →
On Saturday 3rd March, an interesting collection of erotica writers and sex bloggers gathered in Bristol for Eroticon 2012, the first UK conference dedicated to "writing sex right". I had been invited by the organiser, Ruby Kiddell, to sit on a couple of panels and so arrived bright and early on Saturday morning to collect... Continue Reading →
I arrived late at Horse Bar in glamorous Waterloo to discover that the effortlessly beautiful Betsy Bliss was already ordering drinks for the rest of The Rebel Rebels. "I'll have a Hendricks and tonic", I chirped, after embracing my good friend warmly and complimenting her on her gorgeous new Westwood frock. Then I rushed over... Continue Reading →