This blog isn't about sex. It's about great sex! I set it up because you only live twice, once in your dreams.

This blog is a portal to the wonderful world of web-based erotic writing. It also serves as a filter: finding stories for you to enjoy without worrying. Use both the reviews and the labels to help you identify stories which will suit your tastes. If the idea of ‘oral’ makes your stomach churn, click on ‘romance’ in the label cloud. Use the rating system: from 0 for nonsexual to XXX for eyebrow raising. (Just your eyebrows will do, thank you, sheesh!)

And use the biggest sexual organ in your body: that’s your brain, dumbo! Which bit of you do you think processes the little messages from your nerve endings in a kiss and releases the endorphins that make you go Whoopdidoo! As you read the reviews and choose stories, as you follow up other stories from those outside of this site: Think before you Click. Come Home quickly if you’re not sure about what you find. Some stories out there are far out on the wild side because humans are inventive beings –not always in nice ways.

Remember too that these are fantasy erotic stories and so the sex is always sizzling. In another life, just being close to someone you have always liked is usually enough. They won’t need a 10“ wonger or GG breasts to turn you on.

Take care of your sweet self and enjoy your dreams.

Monday, 9 July 2012

Brennan's Not Alone

Hot eager characters in a post-football watching frenzy

from the short story... “Be my popsicle.” Cindy muttered lowly causing Brennan to groan. He had never been taken by a woman like this. She was in the driver’s seat and he would do whatever she said for as long as she wanted. In bed she tended to let men take the lead but she was too far gone, she was too wet, too much in need and she wanted this. 

Cover for 'Brennan's Not Alone'Hot sexy and tender sex, played safely, a man who is willing to wait and a woman who makes the decision not to.  What's not to like? Brennan's Not Alone is worth the read even if you don't care about (American) football.   

Occasionally Brennan didn't seem to me to ring quite true as a male character, also Cindy seems rather small for someone who can drink A LOT and still stay rather small.  Who cares. The sex is pure. Raw. Rough. (Not unpleasantly rough, exciting!)  

Cindy has trouble finding a guy who will watch football with her without drooling all over her and distracting her from the game.  I'm with you there, girlfriend! Men are always spotting my copy of Rugby World and thinking they've found an easy way to chat me up. They reel off a few minutes later completely boggled by my excited account of different nations' tactical play in the backs, and how someone three coaches back transformed the Italian side. 

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