Prologue: I was twenty-four years old and soon my life would change forever. I studied the interactive display that loomed before me. The vividness of the whole brought to mind an innocent childhood memory of a beautiful painting I had seen once upon a time: a depiction of a young girl extending her hand to touch the face of a fallen Knight. It seemed she o...
The car slid backwards and into a tight turn as soon as I was clear, reversed and headed down the street the way we had come. I watched it go with a heaviness in the pit of my stomach. I felt like I had forgotten something, and quickly realized it was because most of my pockets were empty. My phone and car keys had been confiscated and destroyed within minut...
1 Watching a livestream of Sukhumvit Road, Na knew she'd feel like a fish out of water... Bangkok... The lights, the traffic, the faces, streets brimming, floods of activity... One single city block had more people in its radius than Na had ever seen in her entire life, coming from a small rice farming village in Nowhere, Nakhon Phanom... Bangkok, Krung...
Sam awoke with the sun beating through the window. It was 8.30am. She rose and hit the shower. After drying off, she dressed and did her makeup. She wore a tight pink t-shirt and short denim skirt. When she got downstairs there was a man in his 50's sat at the dining table sipping a coffee, he had on a white shirt and grey trousers clearly the remains of his...
"Babe, I think we should try a male/male/female threesome to spice things up," Marguerite Mathieu said, and the six-foot-tall, curvy, sexy young Haitian woman looked at her boyfriend Jerry Healy and nodded firmly. The couple had been together since their halcyon days at Carleton University and were building a life together. Jerry's recent revelation of his b...
"The weekend starts here!" Was how Jools Holland introduced the music programme The Tube at 6pm every Friday night in the early 1980's. But when did last weekend begin? When I left Jens house wearing tiny tartan miniskirt and a new pair of black fishnet stockings? When I kissed my husband goodbye before I drove to Jens house? When I hid the sports bag cont...
"Have you got a spare one of those?" my colleague asked, indicating my cigarette. Without thinking I tossed her the packet, which she caught like an International cricketer. Sandi took one from the packet and mimed lighting it. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders before fumbling in my jacket pocket until I located the lighter and threw it in an arc; and whe...
This is a rework of my first story. I feel that this was a better way to present it. ------ I awoke to a familiarly intoxicating scent, one that turns me into clay to be modeled as its owner sees fit. A scent that makes my mouth water and my cock hard. I opened my eyes and my ability to think became even harder to keep within my grasp. The sight of her glo...
James had spent the remainder of the week challenging himself about whether or not to take the job. Who was he kidding? He was more excited about this job, than if his former boss rang him up, offering him his old job, a £100k pay rise at half the hours! This had benefits way beyond the odd magnum over lunch on a Friday. Having gathered all this belongs, he...
A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years. Chapter Twenty-Two. 2003 Part A. (Early May.) Colin, twenty. Frank, early-fifties. I was beginning to think my parents must arrange deliveries or other inconveniences for when they're away from home on purpose because as with the washing machine a couple of years ago their new fridge...