Amongst other titillating posts on the blog is some hot fiction....like "Delilah's Song." British girls, tattoos, other worlds, horses, and leaf litter. Well, she had me at leaf litter, let me tell you.
DELILAH WAS AWARE of the soft warm body that lay across her, as she sucked in a ragged breath, winded from the fall. She herself, lay spread-eagled, flat on her back, atop leaf-litter and who knew what else. Her nose was assailed by a number of wooded-smells which were reassuring but not very forthcoming. Dappled sunlight shafted down through low overhang. She blinked in surprise.