An Antidote To Writers Block
A collection of sexually explicit tales of lust
My name is Simon Fisher and I’m a writer of sorts and I’m sitting in front of my laptop staring at an open page in Word headed “An Untitled Novel by Simon Fisher”
Simon Fisher’s star was definitely in the ascendency but the change in the fortunes of my writing career was not universally well received,
I am a writer of erotic novels; bodice rippers and slutty romances and being a writer, of any kind, suited me very well indeed.
It was the first week in June when I found myself sitting in the reception at Collins, Hooper and Petersen, the firm of Solicitors handling my late Uncles estate.
It wasn’t very late, sometime after nine, when I left the club I had cast my net among the available femmes swimming about
I remember my Uncle John saying to me once, “Take it where you can find it” it was just after it became known to the family that he had impregnated
It was Saturday morning and July had arrived and furthermore it had delivered us a very hot day, the hottest day of the year so far.
It was after our second exhausting night of passion, when Claire Andrews and I along with her Lazarus pills were exiting the front door of the Grand Metropolitan hotel in Bristol.
Well the last couple of weeks had been quite quiet for me, after successive overnighters firstly with Dr Claire and her medicine bag
After Pandora drove away moist lipped from the golf club I found myself standing semi hard in the member’s car park. So I didn’t go home by the usual route across the 18th
It was the morning of the Summer Ball the “jewel in the crown” event on the Bushy Down Golf club calendar. The day begins at first light when the Summer Ball tees off.
So I found that I was sitting next to Pandora at the Summer Ball, God had been very kind I thought
Despite the fact I was raised as a Christian by practising Christian parents who were and indeed still are very active in their church
I gave her the benefit of my early riser then she left me in bed, showered and went to work.
It had been a most unproductive Friday and I was not in the best of moods. I had been on the phone all morning,
I felt suitably refreshed after having two showers in fairly close order either side of the lovely Miss Gomez’s display of versatility by giving a fine oral performance on my instrument.
Unlike the eager self-confident Emily Gomez, her best friend Jenny Smithson had not yet come to see me to receive her special birthday gift.
The day had begun with my normal commando style stalking of Frankie the gardener and I managed to get my hands within inches of her bulbous breasts before she beat me away.
I had been to Swindon, God what a depressing statement that is when you say it out loud. A wet miserable Wednesday in Swindon, a town famous for… what was Swindon famous for?
he day after the literary awards dinner and Doreen’s subsequent prize giving at Guildford railway station I woke up to find I was as stiff
After a surprisingly pleasurable night with Maisie and an exceedingly satisfying pre breakfast penetration I sat at the kitchen table with her eating eggs and bacon.
I thought it was time to catch my breath, after all the frenetic activity surrounding the assault on Maisie Stewart
Following a boozy lunchtime session with of all people the Vicar, Katy Oliver; I managed to sleep the afternoon away on the sofa. I woke about six o'clock a little groggy
On Saturday morning the rain had come once again with a vengeance and added to the gloom I already felt.
I always looked forward to playing a round with Pandora and I mean that both in the golfing sense and the sexual. And that morning was no exception however the latter was not to be that day.
I had mixed emotions after my epic fail with Pandora, On one hand I was elated after an astonishing carnal interlude
“Well, just don’t think this is going to become a regular thing” that’s what Frankie Carpenter said to me after the revenge shag we had in my garage.
After my disgusting display of ungentlemanly conduct with Eleanor Overend, where I divested her of her widows weeds and rogered her on her deceased husbands desk, I was at my lowest ebb.
On our first night in Paris, having exorcised our considerable lust in the vestibule of our room, we remained in lustful embrace,
It was about 8 o’clock when I woke up on Tuesday morning. Claire was still wearing the black stockings from the night before and furthermore she still looked hot.
On returning home to Bushy Down from my three day Parisian romp/romantic interlude with Claire, for which I was still struggling to find the appropriate pigeon hole to place the experience in,
The morning after the very enjoyable horseplay in the Carrington’s stables, what will forever be remembered as the double spank and wank,
When I got to my bed, after dealing with the miscreant Snipe in her office, it was approaching 6 am so Sunday for me didn’t properly begin until 1 o’clock and I didn’t feel a hundred percent.
On Friday morning I woke relatively early and was in exceedingly good spirits, Georgia was coming home. Not that I was going to see a lot of her.
I was up early on Sunday morning despite the rather energetically satisfying session with Miss Smithson, and I stripped the bed,
Since taking Georgia back to Roehampton I had had plenty of time to think about the time we spent together and more importantly the implications of our conversations.
hen I awoke on Tuesday morning, early riser in hand, I reflected on the previous days events and determined it to be the best bonfire night I had ever had.
The morning after a very memorable remembrance Sunday We were in the kitchen wearing only bathrobes eating scrambled eggs on toast and drinking chocolate milk, how decadent is that?
It was early Sunday afternoon when I awoke; Andrea was still asleep in bed beside me. I leant over and kissed her neck and as she stirred I cuddled up behind her.
I awoke early in the darkness to the sound of the Beach Boys emanating from the clock radio, I could just make out in the half light a long bony finger reaching out and silencing it.
As incredibly satisfying as my evening with Tilly Bushe was I spent the next day sulking.
It was about 10.30 on Saturday morning when Pandy had finished having her way with me for the second time that day.
You might be surprised to hear that I awoke in my bed on Sunday morning quite alone; it certainly made a refreshing change.
In the week following the unwrapping of Judith Hunt’s bumper Christmas beauties and the associated shagging, my feet barely touched the floor.
Despite entertaining the very energetic Emily Gomez the day before I arose very early on Sunday morning, well before first light as a matter of fact, as fresh as a daisy.
As usual St Lucy’s was well attended for Midnight Mass, despite the bitter cold. And to the great delight of everyone in attendance Reverend Katy Oliver led the service.
After fucking Andrea awake in the half-light of morning we spent the rest of the day in each other’s company. It was fairly mundane if I’m honest she did her washing and ironing while I pottered around in my study.
It was one thirty on New Years morning when I drove Pandora home after our wonderful New Year ball. Perhaps not the start to the year I had planned it was supposed to be the start of “New Year New Me” but it was a bloody marvellous end to the old year.
After my abject failure to keep my one and only New Years Resolution, namely to stop shagging other women for even one single solitary day I retired to the spare bedroom.
Claire and I were in a room in the Kings Arms Hotel Godalming, laying naked beneath the covers in the after glow.
When I got back to Claire’s room after reluctantly agreeing to make love to Katy Oliver, I was still drying my eyes. I knocked on the door and waited, and as she opened it she blurted out
When morning came on the Sunday after I made love to Reverend Oliver, I awoke to find Claire and I were still in each other’s arms in much the same position as we were when we went to sleep. It was a unique experience for us to occupy the same bed and not to have made love but so it was.
It was about 6 am and Claire was still sitting on my lap wrapped in bath sheets and my arms when she said. “We need to get a wriggle on; Olivia will be here soon to open up” Olivia Adamson was the snooty practice manager who held me in very low esteem.
After making sweet tender love on a cold winter afternoon to Claire and I could regrettably only dwell briefly in the after glow
On Monday afternoon, my progress was followed every step of the way as I left the leisure centre swimming pool complex.
On the morning after the Burns Night Supper, following an unexpected, but nonetheless extraordinarily passionate sexual encounter,
It was after a phenomenal visit to Pandora Parker Browns luxury home in millionaire’s row, known locally as Nob Hill, where we mutually slaked each others lustful thirsts
On the morning after my birthday treat I woke up in a Salisbury hotel to find Georgia was still in a very playful mood.
I greeted Sunday morning with mixed feelings, the sex with Molly was every bit as good as it had always been but I had let myself down again,
I continued with my chores while Claire was upstairs with Katy, I had a plateful of broken biscuits that I had emptied from the cookie tin so
I felt rather guilty after my sinful afternoon in the garage with India while Katy was being entertained by the Bishop, and that’s not a euphemism by the way.
After I watched Claire drive off in her 4 x 4 into the snowy late afternoon I went inside and drew all the curtains, turned on the lights and cranked the heating up.
It was the Friday morning after Valentines Day when I was rudely awakened from my slumber by a persistent banging sound.
When I returned to the village after a rattling good shag with Shula in the back of the Mahajak’s shop van, Shula was in much higher spirits after our adventure in the lay-by than she was before it.
The morning after I unwrapped the pretty nurse that Molly sent me I rose early, which could only mean one thing, I had to split her strawberry whiskers again before breakfast.
In the early hours of Mothering Sunday morning I was violently shaken awake. “You have to go,” Pandora said “What? when?” I said “In about an hour”
Although Doreen was very upset at the time by her enforced incarceration in Kiddingstone, due to her failure to get back to her mother, she seemed to quickly come to terms with the situation
I know I should have felt guilty after my sinful afternoon interlude, I should have felt guilty but I didn’t, Molly was my fuck buddy, my kissing cousin
After the tearful reunion of the Oliver girls we all retired to bed.
After spending a very exhausting Bank Holiday Monday with Georgia I returned to my own home when the Gregory’s returned from their day out.
After out Parisian engagement party in the park Georgia and I walked back to the hotel.
I spent most of Monday in Dakota’s bed at her Uncle Will’s house, and it was a time spent in mutually satisfying pleasure.
The morning after Anne and I made love I woke early to find the bed beside me empty. Anne had left my bed sometime during the early morning but I didn’t notice her go.
But I was also left with a newfound appreciation of a woman who prior to that day had not in any way appeared on my sexual radar.
On Saturday morning I got up and showered and felt surprisingly human considering the amount of wine I consumed but obviously 12 hours sleep helped.
After serving up a banquet of sexual delights on the dining room table, the first time that room had been privy to such activities in my time incidentally,
After entertaining Emily in an Artistic manner in the courtyard outside the Art Gallery it was after two o’clock when I reached The Bell,
After a glorious celebratory shag with Molly in the Kitchen, always a delight to engage with her shaven haven,
After breakfasting on Georgia on the kitchen table in Roehampton I checked my watch and then quickly redressed myself as I had to get back to Bushy Down and I was now late.
On Saturday Morning I was lying in bed, while Claire was getting clean in the shower, waiting impatiently for her to finish so I could get her dirty again.
After a vigorous session of negotiations with Agnes Snipe in her office I crossed the fairway towards home t
In the early evening as the flowing waters lapped against the side of barge I lapped at Pandy’s flowing waters and we made love again with
On Thursday morning I packed my suitcase for the trip and then as a result of an interesting few days I found myself in a rich vein of creativity,