For a moment she stares into my eyes impassively. Then, pulling back her long blonde hair back from her shoulders and fastening it with a clip, she sets to work. My ankles are tied to the legs of a chair with stockings and she has wedged a pair of her panties into my mouth. My hands are securely handcuffed behind the chair back. She looks at my erect penis with disgust and puts on some surgical gloves. Taking an electric...

I pulled off the road and lit a cigarette.It was a warm summer evening and I'd taken a drive to escape the house. Not that I missed Sarah, I was better off without the slut, but her presence still contaminated the rooms. Memories of her cheap scent seemed to linger, the smell exuding from the walls like rising damp. I couldn't look at the dressing table without remembering the bottles of her highly coloured nail varnish a...

I'd been married to Mark for three years when I found out about his cheating. I worked in IT, employed by a small web site design company operating out of a third floor office on 45th Street. The day I met him was the happiest day of my life. He was tall, kinda distinguished with his dark brown hair and wide shoulders. He was a client, manager of a import/export business who'd figured his web site needed a makeover. He hi...

It all started last autumn.  I was renting a flat in London, a small bed-sit over a row of rundown shops where the smell from countless restaurants hung in the air like stale cigarette smoke.  I'd been unemployed for nearly a year and if it wasn't for the council paying my landlord every month I'd have been sleeping out in the park with all the other drunks and users.  Anything that came along to brighten the drab grey of...