"A domme uses her little fucktoy to get herself off"
“Please,” she whimpered.“Please what? you needy little slut.”“Please use me, Miss.”I looked at her. The contrast between the professional woman that had entered the room minutes earlier and the needy whimpering begs coming from the semi-naked slut now kneeling on...
I’d lost her at some point during the party. The place was full of her work friends. I’d been in the kitchen talking to one of her colleagues about football when I realised I hadn’t seen her in ages. I...
"The final chapter on growing up in Northern Ireland"
Charlotte took a deep breath before opening the bar door. Everyone was getting very jittery these days. There had been another shooting the night before when loyalist gunmen entered a bar in County Derry and opened fire, killing three people...
"Pregnant teenager Jess gets propositioned at work"
Jess shifted uncomfortably on the chair as she scanned the tin of beans and slid it along for the customer to place in their shopping bag. She was six months pregnant and everything was beginning to ache.She was grateful that...
Face down on the bed with her arse in the air, nose pressed into the sheets. She smelt the scent of his wife as he unloaded his cum inside her. She looked at the wedding picture on the bedside cabinet...
"Charlotte meets a new punk in town"
“You cannot compare Stiff Little Fingers to the Undertones.”Charlotte slipped into the empty seat beside Emma, trying not to interrupt Dave whilst he was in full flow. The source of his wrath appeared to be a cute looking guy with...
"Fiona has a new look, Emma's got a new man but what does Charlotte want?"
Charlotte felt like shite warmed up. The ferry crossing from Larne to Stranraer had been a lot rougher than last time and while she hadn’t been seasick, there had been a stench of vomit throughout the ship by the time...
"The band make their debut and Charlotte has an interview for Art College"
Charlotte was standing at the sink washing the dinner dishes when her mum opened the kitchen door and told her that her friend was there to see her. Charlotte picked up the tea towel to dry her hands and smiled...
"Cait realises she's married a cliché when she reads a text she wasn't supposed to"
It was the morning after Cait’s thirty-seventh birthday. She’d had to make the birthday dinner reservations herself as she knew he’d have forgotten. He’d laughed when she told him and he just gave that same shrug he always did. And...
“Do it!”I nodded and whispered, "Yes, Mistress.”I walked into the store and found the lingerie department. The sales assistant who came up to me was older, motherly looking. I blushed as I told her I needed to get my breasts...