An Antidote To Writers Block

A collection of sexually explicit tales of lust

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 01) The Taking Of Georgia

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”

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 02) Family Relations

Simon Fisher’s star was definitely in the ascendency but the change in the fortunes of my writing career was not universally well received,

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 03) Opening Pandora’s Box

I am a writer of erotic novels; bodice rippers and slutty romances and being a writer, of any kind, suited me very well indeed.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 04) Raising The Dead

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 05) Thieves And Footpads

It wasn’t very late, sometime after nine, when I left the club I had cast my net among the available femmes swimming about

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 06) Bareback Rider

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

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 07) A Brief Encounter

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.
Cherry

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 08) The Mystery Assailant

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 09) Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen part one

Well the last couple of weeks had been quite quiet for me, after successive overnighters firstly with Dr Claire and her medicine bag

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 10) Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen part two

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

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 11) The Summer Ball part one

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 12) The Summer Ball part two

So I found that I was sitting next to Pandora at the Summer Ball, God had been very kind I thought

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 13) The Estate Of Georgia

Despite the fact I was raised as a Christian by practising Christian parents who were and indeed still are very active in their church

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 14) What Maisie Knew

I gave her the benefit of my early riser then she left me in bed, showered and went to work.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 15) See Emily Play

It had been a most unproductive Friday and I was not in the best of moods. I had been on the phone all morning,

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 16) Georgian Bathroom

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 17) Jennifer Freckles

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 18) In An English Country Garden

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 19) Last Train To Clarksville

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?

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 20) What Maisie Knew Later

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

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 21) Smithsonian And Victoriana

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 22) Avoiding Mrs Beamish

I thought it was time to catch my breath, after all the frenetic activity surrounding the assault on Maisie Stewart

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 23) Playing Cat And Mouse

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

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 24) A Spell Of Inclement Weather

On Saturday morning the rain had come once again with a vengeance and added to the gloom I already felt.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 25) Taking Wood On The 18th

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 26) Frankie Pankie

I had mixed emotions after my epic fail with Pandora, On one hand I was elated after an astonishing carnal interlude

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 27) The Black Widow

“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.
Cherry

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 28) A Breath Of French Air (Day One)

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 29) A Breath Of French Air (Day Two)

On our first night in Paris, having exorcised our considerable lust in the vestibule of our room, we remained in lustful embrace,
Cherry

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 30) A Breath Of French Air (Day Three)

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 31) Horseplay

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,

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 32) In The Dragons Lair

The morning after the very enjoyable horseplay in the Carrington’s stables, what will forever be remembered as the double spank and wank,

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 33) Mistaken Identity

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 34) Keeping Out The Cold

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 35) Trick Or Treat

I was up early on Sunday morning despite the rather energetically satisfying session with Miss Smithson, and I stripped the bed,

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 36) Remember, Remember

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 37) Soldier Blue

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 38) The Missionary Position

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?

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 39) SOS I Love You

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 40) Sound Biting

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 41) St Andrew’s Day

As incredibly satisfying as my evening with Tilly Bushe was I spent the next day sulking.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 42) Christmas Bizarre

It was about 10.30 on Saturday morning when Pandy had finished having her way with me for the second time that day.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 43) Bumper Christmas Gift’s

You might be surprised to hear that I awoke in my bed on Sunday morning quite alone; it certainly made a refreshing change.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 44) Christmas Baubles

In the week following the unwrapping of Judith Hunt’s bumper Christmas beauties and the associated shagging, my feet barely touched the floor.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 45) Under The Tree

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 46) Leaving For The Missions

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 47) New Years Eve

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 48) New Years Day In The 19th Hole

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 49) Twelfth Night (Part One) Dr Claire's Special Consultation

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 50) Twelfth Night (Part Two) An Uncomfortable Conversation

Claire and I were in a room in the Kings Arms Hotel Godalming, laying naked beneath the covers in the after glow.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 51) Twelfth Night (Part Three) Serviced With Reverence

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

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 52) Winter Revival

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 53) House Call

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 54) Sport And Leisure

After making sweet tender love on a cold winter afternoon to Claire and I could regrettably only dwell briefly in the after glow

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 55) The Burns Night Supper

On Monday afternoon, my progress was followed every step of the way as I left the leisure centre swimming pool complex.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 56) The Morning After The Night Before

On the morning after the Burns Night Supper, following an unexpected, but nonetheless extraordinarily passionate sexual encounter,

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 57) Turning 30

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

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 58) Candlemass Day

On the morning after my birthday treat I woke up in a Salisbury hotel to find Georgia was still in a very playful mood.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 59) Jewel In The Crown (Part One)

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,

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 60) Jewel In The Crown (Part Two)

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

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 61) St Valentine’s Day (Part One)

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 62) St Valentine’s Day (Part Two)

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 63) Coq Au Vin

It was the Friday morning after Valentines Day when I was rudely awakened from my slumber by a persistent banging sound.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 64) St David’s Day

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 65) Mother’s Day

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 66) St Patrick’s Day

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”

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 67) Good Golly Miss Molly

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

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 68) The Long Good Friday

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

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 69) Easter Bunny

After the tearful reunion of the Oliver girls we all retired to bed.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 70) One Night In Paris

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 71) St George’s Day Parade

After out Parisian engagement party in the park Georgia and I walked back to the hotel.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 72) The Dying Of The Light

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 73) Funeral for a Friend

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 74) Anniversaries (Part One)

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 75) Anniversaries (Part Two)

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 76) Art And Entertainment

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,

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 77) Good News Week (Part One)

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,

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 78) Good News Week (Part Two)

After a glorious celebratory shag with Molly in the Kitchen, always a delight to engage with her shaven haven,

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 79) Good News Week (Part Three)

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 80) Return To The Dragons Lair

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.

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 81) Randy Pandy

After a vigorous session of negotiations with Agnes Snipe in her office I crossed the fairway towards home t

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 82) Payment In Kind

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

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 83) Love On The Orient Express (Part One)

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,

An Antidote To Writers Block (Part 84) Love On The Orient Express (Part Two)

After breakfast we washed and dressed and made our way to spend the morning in the Bar Car and met some of