Alison Goes to London: chapter 7 – A Working Fuck

"Professor Cuntslicker is having a bad day. And Anna has a tea party..."

 Professor Emma Jane Cuntslicker, PGCF, FD, FRSF (Fellow of the Royal Society of Fuckers), sat slumped at her desk, weighing up the events of the week. Had there ever been a worse one during the course of her entire twenty-year...

A Political Rally

"Political rallies aren't really my thing, but one rally really changed my mind."

I met Lisa at a political rally. She was standing behind me, cheering wildly, almost obnoxiously as the speaker revved up the crowd. I had gone with a friend, who left me alone while she charged off to network with...

Dirty Tricks – The Last Chapter – No More Dirty Tricks

"The Mystery is revealed - we learn who the real bad guy is."

Previously in Dirty Tricks:While attending retiring Mayor Alexa Grey's extravagant birthday party, a photographer captured high school classmates, political rivals, and electoral candidates, Heather Anderson, and Sean McCarthy, during an adulterous rendezvous.After being sent ominous instructions with photographic evidence of...

Dirty Tricks Chapter 9

"A stroke of luck brings all of the 'dirty tricks' evidence into the hands of one person."

Previously in "Dirty Tricks" While attending Alexa Grey's, the retiring mayor’s extravagant birthday party, an unknown photographer captures political opponents and electoral candidates, Heather Anderson, and Sean McCarthy, during an adulterous rendezvous. After being sent ominous instructions with photographic evidence of...

Dirty Tricks, Chapter 8

"Sex, subterfuge and politics make for strange bedfellows."

Previously in "Dirty Tricks" While attending Alexa Grey's, the retiring mayor’s extravagant birthday party, an unknown photographer captures political opponents and electoral candidates, Heather Anderson, and Sean McCarthy, during an adulterous rendezvous. After being sent ominous instructions with photographic evidence of...

Dirty Tricks, Chapter 6

"Sex, subterfuge and politics make for strange bedfellows."

‘Damn it!’Trish scowled at the night. She was frustrated and couldn't sleep. Each time she closed her eyes that morning's fortuitous rendezvous with Heather replayed in steamy detail. Fingers, scents, and wet pussies. Lips, tastes, and tongues. Instead of relaxed...

Body Politic – 7

"Sam visits the White House"

Part 7Unlike the American President, British Prime Ministers do not have their own aircraft. That is a bit of a pain for her security but somehow it all seems to work. The black Jaguar led a small convoy as it...

Body Politic – 5

"Tenant's premiership continues"

When I walked in the flat was dark. Libby had given me a key and I’d hoped to find her home. I walked straight through into the kitchen, opened the fridge and poured myself a glass of white wine. I...