Erotic short stories, original artworks and links to my favourite online erotica.
The Gardeners Secret
I am a gardener because I love the solidity of growing plants. I plan. I plant. I water. I weed. I dig over the soil and start again. The reward for me is in these gardening tasks, the earthy toils, not in the beautiful gardens I create, for I am a good gardener and my gardens are beautiful. The results of my labour are important to the men who pay me, they are filled with pride when a visitor stands quietly in admiration. For they do stand quietly in admiration. A good garden is a place of peace and tranquility. I am not a park keeper, the gardens I work in are not for sports and children. The spaces I create are for contemplation and relaxation. I have places for reading books, or kindles. I have places for taking in the sun. I have... Read more...
Cat sat alone again, I thought of the time she had undressed for me in my mind. I loved the way she was so open to my imaginings, somehow so much more open than anyone else. Well, at the moment anyway.
“Well, are you going to tell us about it?” “You know, what happens on girls’ night stays on girls’ night.” “Thornton has already told us what happened so it is only fair to hear your version of the story."