"I cannot comprehend fundamentalism. It's fundamentally wrong. Johnny Rotten"
Most nights one of us regulars would unceremoniously tell a tatt-free stranger to fuck off. Wouldn’t matter that she appeared to comply with the, Women only; No Replicants, rule on the bar’s front door. But, on a slow retro-punk Saturday, no...
Sydney’s free settlers had limits, a regular blind eye was turned to the biblical invocation: Judge not, that ye be not judged. So, when it came to the likes of Brigid O’Sullivan, polite society couldn’t help itself: all freed convicts...
"Thanks to Vampire-vixen for describing the colour palette of a soundly spanked bum"
Lieutenant-General Sir Richard George would never become accustomed to mornings in this god-forsaken colony. The squawking cockatoos’ addiction to slumber sundering meant he started every day on the wrong foot. Yawning, he slipped from their four-poster bed, careful not to...
"One day in a divorce attorney's rooms ..."
I want you. A video followed that text. Juices oozed onto the Lamborghini’s leather seat, as Marissa’s finger slid from her sticky cunt. She sensually sucked that digit between slut-red lips.“As a no-fault divorce state, his alleged infidelity won’t entitle...
"Wildcats shall meet with desert beasts, satyrs shall call to one another; There shall the Lilith repose, and find for herself a place to rest. - The Bible, Isaiah 34:14."
Miriam Cohen was gobsmacked: mother had arranged a valentine's date for her. Not with a random young man, of course; rather, mama confided, in hushed tones, that David’s mother had confided, in hushed tones, “Doctor potential.”He was intuitive, recognising Miriam’s...
"The North Pole Times: All the News That's Unfit to Print"
“Fuck Christmas. I wanna shag sluts.” Santa's reindeer detoured to the North Pole pharmacy. Two bodacious babes prominent on the naughty list were, unsurprisingly, underdressed.Santa's schlong stretched one strumpet’s sopping snatch. Santa-seed spurted; Rudolph stomped his hoof impatiently. Venison’s invigorating...
"Good girls don't say Courgette"
“That large organic zucchini, please.”Her eyes rolled as I paid the greengrocer, “It’s courgette, Miss!”Later on, I twisted the vegetable deep, stretching her cunt’s slick velvet walls. “What’s this called, little putain?”“Fuckkkkkkkkk … Um, courgette, Miss?”Rhythmically vegie-fucking my cum-slut’s now...
"“My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven on by the flesh; and he must needs go that the devil drives.” Shakespeare, All's Well that Ends Well."
The whirring fan was a triumph of optimism over effectiveness, not a skerrick of breeze cut through the treacly mugginess shrouding my skin. That humidity, redolent of molasses, mango, and frangipani, continually asked: Always the outsider in this fugging hell...
"What angel wakes me from my flow’ry bed? Titania"
Never look back; that's your mantra. It helped loosen the knots binding me to parental beliefs. But, now; fuck you, it's never, ‘just sex.’So it’s a spiteful last longing look over my shoulder, before vanishing into the woods. Lot’s wife glanced...
"tis not hard to obey when we love the one whom we obey - St Ignatius"
Now!Oh, fuck! Her response is unambiguous. My text, Still schmoozing the directors, given no quarter. I can hardly exit stage left while the chairman’s pontificating on my amazingness. But she’s not one to give a damn about other priorities.Increased revenue, lowered...