Christal was wearing another one of her ultra-tight look-at-my-boobs shirts and I was struggling not to stare, struggling to keep my focus on my computer screen, my work. It was the same thing, everyday. I would come to work with the best of intentions, determined to stay on top of my assignments and actually produce at the level I was capable of producing....
V. He saw no sign of her for days after his outburst; neither food nor drink was prepared or brought for him, the fire was not stoked and no outline of her appeared upon the pile of rocks, though the weather remained fine. Hester struggled to supply his own needs; a fact which added further shame to that which he already felt for his outburst. He took to th...
The train hurries into the tube station, opening its doors and disgorging a few harried looking commuters. You squeeze onboard with the tide of homeward-bound people, all but a few obvious groups studiously avoiding speaking or looking at their fellow travellers, each one grim-faced as they think their own thoughts. You are not a regular traveller and look a...
On the following Saturday, I called in at the supermarket near my apartment to buy the things I needed. I'd decided to cook something simple that could be kept warm and served when required, spaghetti bolognese for the main course with mackerel in white wine as a starter, followed by cheese. I also bought some fruit, another bottle of Glen Morangie, some cog...
[Those offended by bodily functions should read no further. Readers will enjoy this story more after reading earlier instalments. All characters are over 18.] * Laura Franklin, who was 25 years old, but looked younger, was having her usual enjoyable time serving as a Prefect at the weekend school. The school met from Friday midday until Monday midday and...
Viv and Harv Robinson's anniversary fell on a Sunday. To celebrate the quarter-century of their legally coupling in the eyes of the state and God, Viv had the bright idea of spicing up their perfunctory conjugal interlude that she knew Harv would engage in only as a token courtesy to her (or else face the silent deep freeze for the next six months). She got...
Hi, this is Fucktoy and my second story. If you are tuning in late, I compose these stories for her, and she keeps her webcam on for me. Since she decided that the stories were going to be published, we have started using a third person narrative mode. Up until now, we have used second person. Please send us some feedback to let us know what you think. You...
***SHE*** Manny turned the corner from the bathroom just in time to see Josh carry the woman into the room. They had been at the door long enough for Manny to see the woman, but she was not sure if this was the famous Jackie? Josh had stood her against the wall as he struggled to find the key to the lock. Even in this drunken state, the woman was beautiful....
Feliciane awoke from a dream that was not exactly the same as the dream that she'd had the night before, nor the night before that, but that ended much the same. It ended with her being caught between the forces of light and darkness; the Darkness howled at her with a thousand voices, each promising countless delights unknown to mortal flesh, and taunting he...
The old Chevy rolled to a stop in front of the King's Ransom. Martyr reluctantly turned of the ignition; she sat in the car for a few minutes. "Damn these guys," she thought. "They know I don't like these fucking parties." When Smitty retired, the shift threw a bash and every asshole in the party put the make on her. Even a couple of the female guards tried...