I was raised during the economic recession of the early 2000s and my parents saw me as the only hope for the family. Throughout school my mom would come into my room interrogating me. Asking "Did you do your homework? Do you have As?" I was sure I would live a life far greater than theirs thanks to their sacrifices. I continued studying late and giving up we...
Friday It was one of her favourite sounds. The clinking of metal on a man's belt buckle. She wasn't even thinking any more, her hands on automatic unfastening his belt, pulling down his zip and reaching into the waistband of his underwear. She was momentarily shaken back to her senses by the hardness of what she felt - suddenly she could not believe what sh...
Last month, at the party, the Year's Last Virgin had failed in his attempts to have sex with Carol. Could an encounter with a haunted TV from the Twilight Zone alter history...? Electro rhythms pulse up through the floor. They vibrate the bed softly. And the crumpled duvet and mound of coats that rock in warm drunken waves of darkness. And Carol. Mounting h...
"Bye honey," Sarah said, kissing her boyfriend goodbye. Josh always left for work early so that he would be the first one there. As a graphics designer he didn't need to be there first but he found the quite hours of the morning easier to work in. As the door closed Sarah went back to packing her lunch, her mind still thinking about Josh. Sarah and Josh are...
This was inspired by Andrea_Adores. Go ahead and look her up here. She's magnificent. This is a tribute to her, and to Nikki. ------------------------------ I really can't help it. It's the way they click on cold hard marble floors, or on smooth parquet, or on the concrete of a parking garage... it's the way they make a woman's outfit go from corporate...
Monday, June 7 Dear Diary, I have so much to tell you that I hardly know where to begin. But like Julie Andrews once sang, I’ll start at the very beginning. After the excitement of New Orleans and the ‘happenings’ there, I kind of retreated into my shell again. Why? Worried about becoming a whore. Worried about enjoying sex too much. Worried that one day,...
At first I thought he was raping her. They were between me and my gun in the nightstand. I froze just outside the bedroom door. I wasn't supposed to be there, neither was my wife Katie. And, he sure as hell wasn't supposed to there fucking her like that. I had forgotten some papers that I needed for a client meeting that afternoon. She was supposed to be a...
Notes : I am British, the characters are British, set in England in fact the Cotswolds, I use English spelling and terms, none are unusual. The people and places are all fictional but inspired by real life, this is the first part. * Mike Wood had just got back from a disastrous holiday, it was at the coast with friends and there was a major falling out,...
I am a widower of five years, my beautiful wife succumbed to cancer and I haven't found anyone that can replace her. I date occasionally, but it's strictly plutonic. There has been no one who comes close to filling the void in my life left by her loss. We have three grown children; two sons, ages 30 and 27 and a daughter, who is 24. During the course of the...
Marcia McNab, housekeeper, verger and general factotum to the vicar of Chigwell was seriously pissed off. The vicar, David Rutter had brought the Lady Mayoress, Daphne Hightower bloody hyphen Jennings home the night before and had proceeded to fuck her senseless. Marcia had heard the moans and screams from her downstairs bedroom and had been forced to frot h...