A Brat, Her Mistress, A Wet Sunday Down Under

"Aussie Amy, having left her Canadian girlfriend in their apartment, returns with the shopping …"

Rat-a-tat.Rat-a-tat?“Hey, I’ve forgotten my key…”Rat-a-tat-tat!“Hurry up little whore—"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!“Get your bloody arse into gear and open the front door.”“So sorry, Miss. I can’t.”“For fuck’s sake, whyever not. These groceries aren’t getting any lighter.”“Following orders, Miss. Sorry.”“What … Whose?”“Yours, of course, Miss.”“Never...

Blowjob Queen

"The things you've got to do to keep your crown"

The clock ticks closer to Midnight.Rules are rules. It's currently a dead-heat and time is running out fast.I kneel with party frock hitched up, wanking him faster and faster as I suck the head.Ten… Nine… Eight... I've got my phone...

Bull Shite, Bull Dykes, Bull Fights: That’s Your Everyday D/s Love Story.

"“That a black eye is watching you, And that love awaits you, Toreador, love awaits you!” - From Carmen: The Toreador Song, by Georges Bizet"

Demanding. Insistent. She’s flipping the bird at my earlier text: Give me an hour. Pop-up drinks with the directors to celebrate last night’s Businesswoman of the Year win.Whatever. Her text is adamant, not a centimetre of wiggle room: I meant...

When Ravens Die

"What happens when the balance of power is abruptly disrupted?"

Deep within a forest in Romania…The  Carpathian mountains rising above the dark green silhouettes of the three-hundred-year-old trees were no match for the splendour of the castle, protected within the virgin forest. On its intricately carved balcony, a young woman...

A Christmas Carol Cock-up.

"Without promotion, something terrible happens... nothing!  P. T. Barnum"

  It was the best of times; it was the worst of times. It was hosting my first Christmas Eve television spectacular; it was my rellies’ Christmas Day shit show. It was Aussie, Aussie, Aussie, gold standard families, oi, oi, oi;...

My Teenie Weenie Halloweenie

"Beware the dark web on Halloween…"

It’s Halloween. I sit alone… naked… in darkness, so the monsters (trick-or-treaters) won’t know I’m home. My mouse hovers over Teenie Weenie Halloweenie. Click. I’m sucked into the screen — pumpkins a tight squeeze. A horde of lewd-scribbled micro doors besieges me. All but “Incest”...