More Tea, Vicar?

"Ministering to His Flock"

Spring has sprung; daffodils bloom in the churchyard; ducks nest on the village pond. Oh, to be in England. A message pings onto my phone:Good morning, Sir,We two have been rather naughty of late and require a firm hand. Who...

The bass resonates through your chest and down through your stomach, connecting with the concurrent rumble travelling up through your legs at exactly the point you didn’t want it to centre. The persistent throb of your blood synchronising with the...

Choices: Between A Cock And A Hard Place

"Is this Nina's last shot at happiness? Or the start of her downward spiral?"

Shooting a man ain't like in the movies. Sure, the mechanical part's a cinch: cock, point, bang, done. But they don't show the emotional cost of taking a life. The endless replays. The blast. The recoil jolting me from wrist...

The Deviants of Dorchester – Episode 8: Peek-A-Boo

"High Tea at the Dorchester led to a new dress and a whole new experience!"

Leave it to Ryan and myself to plan a London adventure during the hottest summer across the pond. But there was sweltering heat back home too, so we figured we might as well be melting here while touring Big Ben....

That Lovely Shower

"The more time she spent in his house, the less she hated about it..."

She woke and could feel herself rise and fall with each breath he took.  She smirked to herself, not wanting to open her eyes just yet.  The smell of his skin was salty from the night before.  She stretched her...

Work / Study

"The soothing whir of computer fans can be their own version of mood music"

His hands were warm. Calloused. But once my wetness coated them, they were perfect. Strong. Diligent, just like his mind, just like him. Gil was a good worker. Efficient. I know it sounds like I’m describing some machine, or some automaton.  But ever stop to...