connecting the dots by editing & writing erotica
Mathilda only went to the club because she was bored. Not for any other reason. She did not even want to be touched that night, but it had not prevented her from looking. The club catered to voyeurs and maybe she was sort of one, but her interest here was really just to go to […]
Mathilda was in so much of a rush leaving the airport, that she did not even have time to pull her long dark hair out of her face. Black hair, black shades, and a little black dress—she had to get out of there fast. It was taking too long for her to get a car—now […]
Mathilda sat on the edge of the bed avoiding her reflection. Harry’s associate was still sprawled on the hotel bed, and she was not sure how she was going to escape the room. She felt trapped. They had had a good night. He came back later after Harry had left with the other men. She […]
There was a remix of Dua Lipa’s “New Rules” playing, and Mathilda heard the lyrics in her head over and over, “Don’t let him in, don’t be his friend.” When Harry walked over to her she looked at him coolly as if she had nothing to hide—because she did not. She was not the woman he […]
Next week, will be Mathilda meeting Harry—this week the last time they met… Sabrina was silent, she wanted to pretend she was a shadow. Harry jumped out of the bed, erection bobbing and wrapped his arms about her. From there, she turned from a shadow to stone. His warm body felt like ice to her, […]
Mathilda had on a lovely dress for the ball–well it was a small ball at the hotel bar nothing special but it was a new year/new you. Although she had already had a new self, she was happy to expect even more for herself for the new year. “Are you alone?” Mathilda turned around, and […]
Mathilda liked being alone—until she did not. She was very good with her fingers—she knew how to make herself swoon. But there was a point when she wanted someone else. The bar downstairs from her hotel room was upscale. With a glass of wine by her lips, it was easy for her to seduce her […]
Mathilda had been surrounded by various bodies, and she realized that that was her superpower at the moment—that she was free of attachments. She was not with anyone, and for a woman like her that was an accomplishment. But even if she was alone, that did not mean that she did not crave good loving. […]
Mathilda had a moment of peace to herself, as she sat at the bar. The worst thing she had to worry about was men eyeing her at the bar. Sure, they said that blondes had more fun–but she was doing more than fine with black hair! But she was not particularly worried, with her gun […]