I let myself into the house with the keys my younger brother had given me. Although I no longer lived there, there were still some boxes of my things in storage, and he'd asked me to come over and sort out what I wanted to keep or toss, because he wanted to let the downstairs to a tenant. Melissa came with me. It was weird being in the house again. My broth...
Her face was buried in the laundry on top of the washing machine. His hand on the back of her head, holding it down. Wrapped in that beautiful silky hair, her auburn curls tightly wound in his fingers. His other hand held her leg up onto the corner of the machine. It was one of those older machines, he mused, the kind that opened on the top with the little s...
J. has the back of her right hand pinned to her cheek, palm arched upwards, attempting to obscure her face. The coquettish act initially strikes R., not the most perceptive of creatures, as redundant, seeing he is roughly fucking her mouth. Then he realises it is the porn stylisation, her relegation to a corporeal prop, and that she possesses a keen sense of...
A story suggested by a young man and an older woman in a coffee shop some time ago. No, the woman isn't me. * I didn't think that that kind of approach was possible in a woman that wasn't drunk. I worked in one of those chain coffee places at the weekend working my way from washer upper to senior washer upper, but as it was half term I had been offered w...
Chapter 16: The Truth Comes Out Anna grinned as she watched Chloe's blue hatchback pull up to the curb in front of her, in the front seat sat her perfect girlfriend who had just finished her first day of work, a buttplug in her ass the entire time. Anna looked forward to the night that was ahead, she felt quite full as it was and, unlike Chloe, she had used...
The strangest mix of thoughts swirled in Virginia’s ever-lightening head as she lay naked on her belly reluctantly spreading the cheeks of her big ass. She wanted to do everything right so as not to piss off Mark and ruin her marriage; but some childish, bitchy part at the core of her being wanted to rebel and take revenge. When her mind drifted to the unfai...
'WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS SUCH A FUCKING BITCH?' Billy's face was red with anger. 'FUCK OFF BILLY.' Janice was fuming; she hated the way Billy spoke to her. 'ALL YOU EVER FUCKING DO IS NAG ME AND SPEND MY MONEY AND WHAT DO I GET IN RETURN? FUCK ALL. YOU'RE JUST A SELFISH, SELF-CENTRED BITCH.' Billy wanted to grab her and get what he wanted right there but that h...
As I walked through the parking garage I heard a faint echo of a song. It sounded a little like the theme song for ALIAS. I figured it was just someone's cell phone. As I approached the car, I realized the sound was actually coming from my briefcase. The new cell phone tucked in the front pocket must have been the surprise gift that my wife Alison had mentio...
Lizzie had the taxi drop her off in front of the place. Her heart was thumping and she nervously clawed the purse with bright, pointy nails as her heels clopped on the sidewalk. A theater. Seriously? It was usually a nondescript apartment, or a middling hotel. A few clients had tried to lure her into cheap motels but she always declined -- Lizzie was a hig...
(AKA: Chanson De Guest) They have left her, to Be. The Many Spawn have spread out, into the farthest reaches of Merseyside. They have their things to do... their particular truths to discover. The sacred Consort is with the youngest of them — presiding over them, and caring for them. The Goddess is alone, for once. She has the chance to pursue her aim: comm...