Thursday, 14 March 2019

Eroticon 2019 Meet & Greet

I will be attending my third Eroticon this weekend, here's my Meet & Greet:

NAME (and Twitter if you have one)
Olly aka Starcross (@LoveLustLondon) aka my pen name Franklin Mercer 
Tell us 3 things you are most looking forward to at Eroticon 2019
  1. Learning from the experts.
  2. Catching up with old friends and making new friends at the social events.
  3. Exploring new opportunities for my fledgling marketing and copywriting business.
We are creating a play list of songs for the Friday Night Meet and Greet. Nominate one song that you would like us to add to the play list and tell us why you picked that song.
The Scene Between by The Go Team. This is such a joyous, energetic piece of music which I hope will reflect the mood on Friday night.
What is your favorite item or book you’ve purchased so far this year?
Snorkelling kit which allowed me to experience the underwater world in the Galapagos and Caribbean for free.
You can have an unlimited supply of one thing for the rest of your life, what is it? Sushi? Scotch Tape?
Travel vouchers.
What is your favourite quote from a movie?
"I still believe in paradise. But now at least I know it's not some place you can look for. Because it's not where you go. It's how you feel for a moment in your life when you're a part of something. And if you find that moment... It lasts forever." - Richard, The Beach
What is your word suggestion to next years Eroticon anthology?
Complete the sentence:
I feel…
...overwhelmed at the idea of returning to the UK the day before Eroticon begins

Monday, 11 March 2019

Beef Encounter

Last year I was (dis)honoured to win The Other Livvy's joyous Euph Off competition. Here's my embarrassment of an entry for this year:


It had been a slow day on the deli counter. Pamela fondled her pickles, absent-mindedly wondering when she'd next have a man along to sample her meaty goods. She couldn't resist a glance at Ray.

Ray. He dominated the butcher's counter like a greasy sultan overseeing his harem of pink wobbly flesh. Oh how Pamela wished she could be that fillet expertly handled by his latex-clad man hands.

It may have been the curl of his Cumberlands. It may have been the chunkiness of his chops. Whatever it was, it was obvious to Pamela that Ray was in the mood for her tender loins.

"Take my number," he pointed at the ticket machine, "you're next in line."

Pamela realised he was talking to her. She felt a buzz in her bhajis and lustfully bounded over to him. Her nipples were like olives. Greek olives. They were massive - and slightly shrivelled. The amorous counter Cassanova took Pamela into the cold storage room where they began to scan each others' items.

"Crikey, what a spicy chorizo," he growled as he ogled her wares, "care for a taste of my love sausage?"
"Oh aye, I want it in me steaming blancmange tunnel,"

Pamela's feminine snuggle bags rebounded off of a stack of frozen giblets as her loin-loving Lothario bent her over so that she resembled a midnight reveller upchucking an evening of two-for-one screwdrivers. After a determined and ultimately successful penetration, his scotch eggs began banging against her rump steaks, his chipolata flourishing into a shiny saveloy.

"Eeeeeee! Ooooooh! Aaaaaaa! Stick it right up me chuff!" Pamela lovingly uttered.

Ray started grunting like an indignant gorilla chasing David Attenborough.

"You alright love?" Pamela asked, "Oh..."

She felt his waggling wiener pump harder than the heart of an asthmatic rock climber, shortly followed by a gloopy, jizzy denouement.

"Ta for the fuck," Pamela purred as Ray's deli dip drooled down her legs, "you really put the pork in me pie."

They sneaked sexily back to the shop floor, the wafting scent of their passion prompting Ezekiel on the fish counter to check his stock.


I'm really very sorry that you had to endure that (especially my fellow asthmatics). Feeling sadistic? You're filthy, I like you, you should check out this year's others ridiculously amusing entries - just flick the bean below to see them all:

Monday, 4 March 2019

Getting to know you

Being apart from my other partner for what will eventually be seven months has highlighted one important aspect of a D/s relationship (although we're more of a D/brat sorta thing); getting to know - to properly know/understand/trust - one another significantly enhances the time we spend in one another's physical presence.

I now feel as though I'll be considerably more comfortable and relaxed in her company, even though I enjoyed feeling comfortable and relaxed to a certain extent with her before. I like to think that she now feels the same way, although that's a conversation best postponed until we're face-to-face again.

What are the implications of this? There are many, but perhaps the most important is that I no longer feel the need to perform when I'm with her. I can just be. We can just enjoy the moment for whatever it will be. Feeling this way in one another's presence will, perhaps, be conducive for more intimate play (whatever that may turn out to be).

A partnership which exists deeper than the skin is something to be cherished. Our time together is, I'm sure, still limited (she won't be in London forever), but I feel very lucky that we've been able to connect in a way that will transcend our physical coupling. Of course such a connection doesn't necessitate a long absence; frequent communication during short periods of separation will be of benefit to the relationship too.