I am one busy lady. I don't have time to mess around. Every day I have a million things to do and from the moment I wake up until the moment my head hits my pillow I am on the go, non-stop, constantly rushing around. That goes for sexual kicks too. I love sex just as much as the next person. Stress makes me horny as hell but due to my highly demanding job I...
I close my eyes and throw my head back. I feel a wave of air pass over my neck as my long blonde hair lifts for a second before falling like water along my back. The club is dark, the music is thumping and the vibrations from the speakers are passing up from my stiletto clad feet, along my legs and up my spine as my body sways. Dancing has always turned me...
The way she is suspended in the air and spiralling the pole is centrifugal. The way she lies at the heel of your boot, with an ankle twisted around the metal, is languid. The way she prowls, with you as her prey, is feline. When Scarlet and Abbegail dance and when they move and when they breathe, they are ecliptic. They sprawl in the same way that rain...
* True story, but names and places changed to protect the identities of the individuals concerned. We had been emailing each for a week and a half. We met at the Space Needle. It was dusk. "Are you Chantal?" I asked her. "Yes," and "and you are H____" she replied. There was a pause, a shy smile and a handshake. "I'm new to this," she said. "Let's walk...
Another of when Poppy live here with us. Normality - Poppy Brown - 2019 I slept well last night and before I knew it my phone bleeped to a new day, 6.50am Monday morning. I had a Pee and crept into Daddy's and Daisy's bed and woke them as trained. As I thought Daddy decided to choose me to fuck this morning, he had obviously missed me. He laid me in the...
I'm not sure if this will work but, after an interesting email conversation with someone on here who had read my stories, I had an idea to try a self-referential series of emails based on exploring the potential development of those emails further. All names are obviously changed and only some of the content is true... Would love to hear your feedback on w...
He was making shakshuka and Otis Redding was playing. Outside it was raining theatrically, performatively, un-Londonly in defiant refusal of the city's politesse, its grammar of mannerly evisceration and well-behaved alienation, intelligible to those raised to guarantee its proliferation, nebulously comprehensible to the rest, only insofar as its sting is fe...
She was at the airport waiting for him to turn up. She hadn't seen him in three weeks, and hadn't spoken to him in nearly as long, she began to grow anxious that he wasn't going to show, and that she would have to take the flight alone. From the corner of her eye she spotted him and her face broke out into a smile which she reserved especially for him. "I...
Chapter 3 Monday PM When Helen and Greg returned to the office some party food and bubbly had been laid on to say goodbye to Dave. It was as if nothing had happened and the day went on as usual with the slightly tipsy workforce a bit more vocal than usual. Dave was pleased with his send off and even more pleased with his promotion. His wife, Trudie, came...
(Chapter 19) "The Last Time" (circa-1990) Justice Adrian Bradshaw removed his wire-rimmed spectacles from his tweed jacket pocket and after slipping them over his nose he stared at the nine defendants in the dock. All nine had pleaded guilty to theft or the receiving of stolen goods. Of the nine defendants, three men in their mid-twenties had pleaded g...