"Say goodbye to your eighteen-year-old slave."
It was a snarl that would make the toughest cower. My fascination with her appearance is now a blood-chilling panic.“Open your bag,” she growled.Fuck.Fixated on the safety pin through her nose and frozen to the spot, she peered in. The...
"Adrift in a sea of bodies..."
It tickles, running from me as the thump-thump of bass matches the snare beat of my blood. I drift as communal limbs slither like tentacles; I am their captive when an eyebrow lifts. A gaze dips to the naked hillock...
"Tempting my young voyeur out into the open..."
My legs are jelly, and my knuckles whiten, clutching the doorframe. The rush of white noise and the swirling hot blood fades. In the distance, I can hear the crashing of the sea. The patter of feet, slow and methodical,...
"There is no destiny, only fate, and it rests in their hands."
Honestly, why did we come here? I feel my age. I am the autumn leaves, appealing and beautiful in their own way, but winter approaches. Tonight’s invitation is courtesy of Eva, my oldest friend and the gallery curator. She is...
"Why are there never any batteries in the remote?"
The batteries are gone... again; it always annoys his girlfriend.There is a hum.Venturing up the stairs, it was a growing, throbbing, rattling hum.Bo-ah-o-warr-o-warr.A whimper pitches an octave higher. His primal mind knows, stiffening his meat on tight sinews. It's his...
"All bulls have to start somewhere."
Creaky stairs and squeaky hinges make my breathing hitch. Eschew your clothes from your muscular body. Show me the vigour of your manliness in all its rigid glory.See how I smoulder, feeding you into my hot, silky pocket. Let me...
"Because she wants to be in charge of what happens next..."
Lie still. Let me do all the work.Fuck, you are hard! Feel how wet and hot I am around your cock. There is no need to explain; I know you want it.Stay with me; I want to see the look...
"My husband is due home, and I have some explaining to do."
Usually, I am the cool, calm, and collected person in our marriage. My husband is gone three days, and I have turned our ménage à trois with Aveline upside down. He is due home today, and Little Bird is no...
"Office Christmas Party memories...."
The disco ball sparkles, and the incessant bass pounds while he sings about Monroe. The accountants throw shapes on the dance floor strung out by lasers. A badly-timed conga is picking up passengers, spilling Mister Greene’s drink. The salesmen are...
"Could this dress unlock her stifled passion?"
I am the impulse purchase for being horny and having too much lunchtime wine. A fatal combination, and now you are convinced. The tedious rendezvous last night set up by your well-intentioned friends? That was the final straw. Divorce is...