July 28, 2008 § 1 Comment

She stood in the courtyard, her frame captured by the moonlight that struck her curves to perfection.

She could feel her breasts rising and falling under the tight constriction of her emerald corset.

Fastened with silk ties.

Coated with pearl.

Her long dark hair falling to frame her face.

Pale and pure.

Blushing cheeks.

Rosy full lips.

She could feel he was near.

The courtyard was where she came to gather her thoughts.

To find inspiration above all else.

To write.

Stoned flooring under foot.

Fountains of delight.

The gentle bubbles bursting in the background.

She looked beautiful at midnight.

Her heart quickened.

She could see his dark hair and hear his boots pace the stone.

As he approached her, she could not stop but stare.

This is what she wanted.

His hands.

His mouth.

His love.

Her thoughts were stopped by the intrusion of his mouth covering hers.

His tongue entwining with hers.

His hands rolling down her curves.

They didn’t need to say a word.

She could feel wetness already forming between her thighs.

She’d lost control.

She was his entirely.

His hands lifting her dress.

The satin falling over his hands.

Her stocking tops greeting his touch.

She was amazing.

His hands entering her silk panties delicately.

Her body rising at the contact.

His fingers searching out her deepest secrets.

Pushing and pulling.



Seeping down his fingertips.

Soft moans curving her mouth.

This is how she wanted to be forever.

Stuck in the midst of midnight with him.


©Copyright of Charlotte Thorpe



July 21, 2008 § 1 Comment


She remembers the first time he held her hand in his.

She remembers the first time he kissed her lips.

She remembers the first time he made her clothes fall to the floor.

She remembers the first time he made her tell him all of her deepest fantasies.

She remembers the first time he paddled her bottom like art work.

She remembers the sounds of his moans.

She remembers the sounds of her moans.

She remembers the first time he let his fingers move across her skin.

She remembers the first time they fucked in public.

She remembers the first time he tied her arms with handcuffs.

She remembers the sounds of his laugh against her neck.

She remembers the first time he made her cum.

She remembers the feeling of his mouth around her pussy.

She remembers the feel of his cock filling up her mouth.

She remembers how he tasted.

She remembers the curtains being left open for all to see.

She remembers the feeling of the yellow sun warming her skin.

She remembers his words.

She remembers where he stood.

She remembers begging.

She remembers his smell.

She remembers his face.

She remembers everything.


©Copyright of Charlotte Thorpe


July 14, 2008 § 3 Comments

She was suspended in mid air, her arms tied tightly above her head with silk rope, the tightness cutting off her circulation slightly.

Her legs were spread and tied wide to a wooden post underneath her feet.

The tips of her toes just being able to barely touch the surface beneath her.

Her breath felt ragged and heavy at the waiting suspension.

She could not talk at all.

Not move.

A gag had been placed in her mouth ferociously.

A leather sash had been placed over her eyes to create darkness, the feel of it making her eyes hallucinate.

She felt lonely, cold and scared.

But a tinge of excitement crept and surged through her veins.

She could hear tiny mumblings, soft hums and sighs.

She knew she was being watched by people’s prying eyes, how many she wasn’t too sure.

A red blush crept into her cheeks and dissolved down to her chest.

Her nipples hardening uncontroubly under the corset that laid tightly over her body.

The colour of pure white.

Pushing her breasts up perfectly.

Tiny jewels glistened against the corset, creating a beautiful illusion to her watchers.

She could feel how wet she was.

The slow excitement creating a long path of stickiness down her thighs.

She could feel someone approaching.

Their harsh hands running rudely up and down her body.

Making her squirm under their hold.

She could feel another pair of hands on her body.

Lots of fingertips along her inches.

Pinching and twisting her breasts.

Teasing her mouth with their own lips gently.

Not allowing her a full kiss.

She couldn’t help moaning loudly.

Begging with her sobs.


She fell forward in shock.


Straight across her bottom.

The noise echoing in her ears.

Tears started to swell deeply in her eyes.

Threatening to spill.

Male laughs surrounded her.

Her bottom felt on fire.

Slowly creeping onto each cheek and dissolving.

Gentle hands soothed the area.

Another pair of hands wiped her tears away.

“Shhh, it’s ok you’ll have your release soon, for being such a good girl.” A male voice whispered in her ear.

She shuddered under his touch and under his teasing breath.

Slowly but firmly she felt finger tips on her clit.

Opening her up for all to see.

Stretching and pulling.

Her wetness leaking over their hands.

She could feel soft lips attend to her burning clit.

A tongue stretching her opening and pushing in deep.

Moans echoing around the hall.

“Beg.” A male voice shouted.

“Beg me to release you, you little slut.” He shouted again, removing the gag in her mouth harshly.

“PLEASE.” She screamed as hard as she could.

Now seeing all the eyes that were on her.

Slipping his fingers in deep.

Her whole face turning red.

She could feel a sudden probing of a male cock against her entrance.

The tip wet and sensually smooth against her.

Long and thick.

He pushed in, hard and suddenly.

She let out a loud scream.

Relax for me, let me in.” He pleaded.

Until he was full up to the hilt in her silkiness.

He pushed back and forth.

While the other male worshipped her clit with his tongue.

On and on.

Swirling and circulating round and round.

“Yes yes yes.” She moaned.

Her climax rattling against his mouth suddenly.

Her climax cramping round the other males cock hard.

Pushing him over the edge, as the other male let his load splash all over her thighs and stomach.

“Good girl.” They said in unison.


©Copyright of Charlotte Thorpe


July 6, 2008 § 1 Comment

Bubbles quilted her body, the soft bursts against her skin making her gasp. 

Soft pearlescent colours whirled gently.

She could feel her muscles relaxing easily as the scent of spices and blossom from the aroma therapy oils filled her senses entirely, leaving an oily smear on her skin.

She felt renewed, reborn even, as the tiny flickering of tea lights surrounded her, highlighting her every curve immensely.

Bubbles tumbled around her head, allowing her senses to grow used to the sweet smell infiltrating her thoughts.

She didn’t notice that someone had quietly entered the bathroom, until a soft gust of wind flickered a few flames from the tea lights at her side.

She felt her heart beat suddenly in her chest, her cheeks growing red with anticipation.

Her breasts rose and fell under the milky water.

She felt a presence now, she could feel their slow breath floating through their lips.

In and out, in and out.

Panic started to seep into her veins.

Slowly and quietly, she raised herself from the halo of bubbles that had formed around her head, allowing her eyes to finally adjust to the darkness of the room.

She noticed a tall, dark figure standing in the corner, no features were present on their face.

Darkness covered them completely.

She realised he was a man from the broadness of muscle outline and shoulders, and the faint smell of aftershave.

Her mouth dropped open, but not even a scream could escape her lips.

Her words tangled in her throat tightly.

Sweat dangled from her upper lip.

She didn’t know what to do.

Suddenly the male figure emerged from the darkness, reflecting against the candles.

All was revealed.

His beauty making her moan huskily in the back of her throat.

Sharp piercing brown eyes detained her thoughts.

His dark hair falling around his face.

His skin so tenderly sun kissed.

His lips full and kissably red.

She lost all track of thought in that one moment.

Finally, reality bounced back, and she covered herself in her most private areas, her cheeks reddening slightly.

‘Please don’t hurt me’ she murmured, not even recognising her own voice.

The man laughed and bent down beside her, next to the bath.

Slowly he let his hands sink into the tepid water, the bubbles running smoothly over them.

He could feel her shivers slowly rippling through the water.

She couldn’t move, all that she could do was stare.

Allow him to do anything he wanted to her, without so much as a fuss.


He rolled his hands around her hips, feeling her soft skin goose bump under his touch.

He could feel her breath quickening.

He could feel her thighs shuddering gently, waiting for the coming approach.

Working his fingers, he slowly made his way up her inner thighs, towards the area that was by now craveing attention.

Feeling the heat illuminating from her, he suddenly plunged one, two, then three fingers into her wetness, slow determined moans escaping her lips.

He knew what she wanted.

Her head thrown back against the glass tub.

His breath flowing against her neck.

She was so close now. So close.

His thumb working gently against her clit with urgency.

He could feel her energy building, until suddenly, in a huge release of pleasure and excitement, she climaxed.

Her muscles cramped around his fingers.

Her juices trailing down the palm of his underwater hands.

She opened her eyes to see her pleasurer, and gasped in realisation.

He didn’t exist.

Only her hands between her thighs.


©Copyright of Charlotte Thorpe


July 1, 2008 § 6 Comments

She was obsessed.

Fascinated by his every curve, every breath.

She knew she needed him.

His taste, his smile, his every move.

At night she lay in bed alone.

The only noises surrounding her were the soft hums of cascades against her open windows.

The tiny breeze whirling around the countryside moors outside silently.

Her fingers entwined between her legs.

Moisture dripping onto her fingertips.

His face painted in her mind.

The thought of him making her head spin uncontrollably.

His touch.

The thought of his tongue dancing along her clit, creating a small line of goose bumps up her inner thighs.

Her fingers twisting and moving inside the warmth of her silk wetness, leaving its mark on her sheets.

Beads of sweat running down the arch of her back.

Hair clinging to her rosy cheeks.

Her fingers working faster.


Colours seeming to form all around her.

The thought of his hands on her thighs, holding her down.

His fingers working inside her, pulling her to the surface.

She was so close.

She could smell his essence so close to her.

Her pleasure built.


Until she was there, riding her orgasm, as it fast approached.

Her thighs shaking.

Her back arching high.

She screamed his name.



©Copyright of Charlotte Thorpe

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