Laden with shopping bags, Simon and Mandy walked to her favourite coffee shop. Stepping inside, the warmth and aroma of coffee beans and gingerbread filled the air, along with the delicious smell of baked bread.Simon’s stomach grumbled as he followed Mandy to the back of the shop. Putting down the bags, he sat at the table and picked up a menu.‘I’m having gingerbread latte and a turkey and cranberry baguette,’ said Mandy....
Simon couldn’t believe what a difference a haircut made. He stared at his reflection, thinking he could sit there all day looking into the mirror, watching Nicky. The stylist’s tits pressed tightly against her Pink Ladies overalls. God, she was fit. Long blonde curly hair, her big green eyes stared at him in awe. She had the fullest lips Simon had ever seen, a human version of a blow-up doll.‘I can’t believe how different...
At the newsagents, Simon decided to buy GQ and Esquire magazines. He hadn’t looked at the prices and was momentarily stunned when Amjad, the newsagent, asked him to part with the best part of a tenner. That was nearly half a week's college money gone in one swoop.Simon paid with a twenty-pound note, put the change in his wallet and, taking the magazines off the counter, hoped that this was going to be a small price to pay...
Rough Sex This is the thing, I like rough sex.When I’ve finished beingone person’s victim,I swiftly move on to the next. I adore being bitten.I desire to be owned.Fucking is always betterwhen it is horny and full blown. He grabs my hair andbites my neck.I wonderto myself, is Briangoing to be my best yet? He roughly enters me,his fingers playing with my clit.Harshly he is inside me,his thick cock struggling to fit.I feel h...
I never saw him coming,the dark-haired predator.But in the dank dark alley,he took me then and there. He pushes me against the wall,he smears my lipstickacross my face.I feel his fingers begin to roam,inside my secret place. He forces my thighs apart,and teases me with his cock.I decide I want him to fuck me,I want to take the lot.He pushes himself inside me,I feel my insides pop. Oh, it's music to my virgin ears,I never...
You chase my blues away,along with the white fluffyclouds of self-doubt. So positively and lovingly,I feel like I can’t live without.The sound of your voice,your vital presence and my heartbursting like I have no choice. And then you drop me.No calls, no contact, leavingme to wonder where exactlyI am at. The power of a narcissist,another rocky patch.But there’s nothingquite as thrilling asloving a sociopath. Dark sex and...
Pop, his cock enters her,Pushing against her forbidden hole.His length deep inside her,To come hard and fast his goal. Her ass clamps tightly over his cock,like an iron glove encased in velvet.He tries to hold back, temper his orgasmhe doesn’t want to come yet. He wants to prolong the experience,as long as he possibly can.He has aspired to show Victoriathat he is the only man,to take her hard with passion.Show her how ana...
Little Red Riding HoodHer flaming red hair hangsLike a scarlet cape, framingher alabaster face.Only the splatter of freckles addscolour, like someone, has flickedochre coloured paint across her nose. She fastens her choker,the diamonds glitter creatinga rainbow around her slender neck.Suspenders and stockings encaseher slender, perfectly curved legs.Crotchless knickers giving justa glimpse of his present for the evening. ...
I stir beneath the bed coversI hear your guilty sighemanating through the room.If there had been an icy chillyour breath would havepuffed up into a cloud, butthe summer heat renders thisact useless. I smell your deceit like asour bottle of milk, curdlingmy insides. Yet I want, no,I need to hear your confession. So, I ask if you are ok?My frightened whispercurls in the dark.Your body shifts, becomes rigid.you need to confe...
‘You’re the Bonnie to my Clyde.’You once told me thatwhen you had nothing to hide. I remember how it feltThe first time you pulled my hairYour horny expletives filling the air. Words so raw and meanturning my mind into plasticine.My thoughts all a mushAs you caused me to gush,A silver river of wantonness. Beneath your cool exteriorAnd outward friendlinessThere is a darkness inside youA side I didn’t know you possessed. I...
I awoke today with thoughts of you,then again that’s nothing new.To one more time hear your voicebefore you were taken away,You had no choice. The love songs play, exacerbating my hurtI lie every night in yourpin striped shirt.Just one more call, all I want is a chat.To hear you speak once moreabout this and that. You windsurfed into my lifeand rectified all my past hurtbut now all I have leftis your tear-sodden pin stri...
He is like a weather forecast.When in touch he is the sunshine,and then the world becomes dullwhen his shining presence disappears. I miss him and my tears falllike rain, clouding my cheeks.My breath is taken away like awalk in a gale force wind. I love him whether he likes it or not. He provides hurricanes yet,a love that compares to my toessinking into warm Spanish sand. The delicate feeling of heat between usIs temper...
We reach his house. We don’t make it up the stairs.Our coupling is fuelled as he quietly dares,For me to take anal, no lubrication.He wants me to show my sexual dedication. He flips me around, grabbing onto my hips.His hands hold me tight in a cast iron grip.His cock pushes against my sweet forbidden hole,Until he finally enters me, achieving his goal. He pulls my hair roughly and calls me a bitch,His cock in my ass is ad...
We both lay down; mud stuck to my t-shirt like black tar.He whispered in my ear, ‘I want you, treacle.’I looked at the stones, the green mosscreeping over them like furry caterpillars. The mill my mother worked in stoodin the distance like a Northern Buckingham Palace.Guilt and shame engulfed me,stacked inside like a Jenga. Afterward, we left the woodlands.Climbed the steps that were oldAnd broken like digestive biscuits...
I never wanted this suburban negativity.All I ever wanted was just to be me.But my Hunter plucked me down from an ancient cloud.I forgot my addictions, he made me feel proud.But I guess my dreams of domesticityWould always come to an end,As the drugs pulled me back, on them I depend.So ruby red lipstick is this evening’s selectionWith black liquid eyeliner applied with perfection.A purple lace g-string, a matching basqueR...
