"Just a little silly Halloween fun."
This one, like most of my stories, started as a micro and maybe works best till about halfway. After that, I do not take responsibility for my characters’ actions. Girls just wanna have fun, you know.Shrouded in misty shades of...
"And having a threesome on bales of hay wasn't even on my Fall bucket list"
"You like ‘em big?" My husband flirts with the blondie trying to haul an orange behemoth into her wheelbarrow. It seems she popped a few buttons of her plaid flannel in the process."Aah surr' do." Her country-girl accent and dirty...
"To my sexy silver fox"
“You know me, I don’t make a big deal out of my birthdays.”“And you know me, how I think that’s just fucking boring!”So I made the best cake he could ever waste on his unsophisticated taste buds and served it...
Heavy set of keys crash-land on granite island, her thunderous tone is cue for trouble.“Kitt-en! That’s a £200 champagne you've ruined with cheap fruit. Your naughty bottom just earned a spanking tonight.”Love-heart paddle turns my butt tender and red like...
"A not completely unwelcome encounter at a boring Christmas party"
I used to love Christmas parties in my previous job working at an office. Those were my kind of people: down-to-earth, chatty, witty. The Christmas party was just one of the many excuses to get together, get shit-faced, giggle and...
You know.Of course, you know.You knew - at least subconsciously – when I slipped out of bed an hour ago, taking the shorter but more difficult route, over your hot, half naked body, ‘accidentally’ straddling your thigh en-route. My own...
"Sometimes the kinkiest nights start with something so innocent"
Fifteen inches.No, no oh no, it’s not what you think. That size? Does it even exist? Do I even want to know? Do I even want to imagine what can and cannot be done with that size?No, I’m just talking...
"Valerie finds a way to crank her sex life with her husband Drew up to the next level"
The silly old laptop was radiating extreme heat onto my lap and into my whole body, as I was browsing through the videos, clicking on anything that even remotely resembled the topic I was researching. I started to realise, there...
“I write smut. I can show you a few things I’ve written.”“I don’t read, I think.”“Oh, really, Mr Cocky Wiz? Come over and let me be entertained by your brilliant mind then.”So he did....And somewhere around the time, I had...
"A holiday visit to my mildly dysfunctional family and my out of order ex-girlfriend."
Like silver glitter on a chintzy postcard, tiny prisms of lazy snowfall dazzle outside the train window. Their fat, flaky cousins would make a better job concealing the decaying train station of the listless town. Nothing seems to have changed...