"Perfect! Santa and Mrs Claus just got on down the bottom!" Ivy said. Holly remained resolutely facing backwards, steadying herself on the handrail of the descending escalators while adjusting the wings of her angel costume. Heels as high as theirs were hard enough to balance in even before the hash brownies they’d shared at the party. The vibrator humming in her cunt didn’t help, either. "Ho ho, you ho. I'm twenty-five,...

I shivered, pushing my hands deeper into the front pocket of the black hoody that hid my skinny frame and mentally cursing my decision not to bring a coat. Jeans and a jumper just weren’t enough for nine o’clock on a mid-October morning in the Midlands. At least Derby train station was busy on a weekday, unlike the isolated rural platform where I’d last stood waiting for a man I’d never met. That had been the previous sum...

Glowing eyes stared back at Richard as he withdrew from Samantha’s arse. “You really want this?” he asked, approaching the Jack-O-Lantern above the bed with cock in hand. “You really want forgiveness?” One look at her insatiable eyes convinced him. Jizz splattered across the menacing orange visage, dripping onto the redhead’s face below. With the last drop, his satiated sigh turned to screams and her ecstatic cries to cac...

Eva scooped squished pumpkin flesh and cum from her cleavage, slurping it from her palm as she surveyed the village hall. Naked bodies lay tangled in satiated sleep amongst a chaos of demolished cakes, broken jack-o’-lanterns, and abused prize-winning vegetables. Jingling bells drew her gaze back to the grey-haired lady between her legs being enthusiastically serviced from behind by a hairy Morris dancer. “Oh, Reverend!”...

The freight train rumbled out of the sunrise, bringing a smile to Libby's face at the open window. Closing her eyes, she let the vibrations penetrate her naked body while the cool Colorado morning breeze caressed her light brown skin, and she imagined herself riding the rails again. Just a few more hours, and she would be hidden in a boxcar heading in the opposite direction, roaming free again. Sitting back in the wooden...

“Shit!” Vivian’s bloody hand slipped for the third time on the platform edge. Not her blood, thankfully. Micky’s. She glanced back at the swaying figures in the gloom. “Double shit!” She tried again with a run-up, bruising her ribs but succeeding in heaving herself into the abandoned Tube station. Ignoring the stabbing pain developing in her side, she rolled to her feet, thankful she had kept her boots on rather than crot...

Waiting alone in the August sun, I had to ask myself if I’d learnt anything at all from my first experience of using an adult dating site seven months earlier. Sure, I’d asked for his age and more face pics this time, so I doubted “Ed” would turn out to be fifteen years older than me instead of one year younger as he claimed, so that was an improvement on Dave. On the other hand, the car park side of a rural Warwickshire...

Tairrie’s black-varnished nail tapped her second glass of wine impatiently as she watched Katie arrive. The petite trans-girl hurriedly finger-combed her blonde hair and pulled her skimpy white dress as far down her thigh as it would go before entering the restaurant. Little brat is late. Her eyes narrowed when a waiter guided her date to her table, distance no longer hiding the flush in her cheeks nor the subtle smudge o...

Crotch sweat fills my nostrils from the two jockstraps wrapped around my head to secure the three stuffed in my mouth. My burning cheeks are hidden from view by the other used undies draped over my face, shoulders, and lap where they fell — at least those that hadn’t fallen in the surrounding mud. Two more have been repurposed as restraints, binding my wrists and elbows together. Adding to my humiliation is the fact that...

“Shit!” Mel said when she saw the figure of a nun waiting at the entrance to the Chapel. “Do you think she saw us?” “I hope so,” Emma said. “Pleasure is always so much more satisfying when you rub it in the face of someone who’s denied it to themselves.” “That’s a bit mean.” “Is it? Oh. I can be a bit mean sometimes.” “You’re late, girls,” the nun said as they approached. “What took you so long?” Oh, great, Emma thought....

The headmaster, Mr. Fuller, did not understand Emma Newell, the girl currently standing before his desk and staring down at him with her large, innocent blue eyes. That was wrong for a start. Over six years in a Catholic girls’ secondary school should have filled any normal person with guilt, yet her flawless face showed not a trace. This, despite the trails of drying cum splattered all over it, with more gelatinous lumps...

My favourite flower blooms in red, But it’s no thorny rose. Though nestled in a luscious bush, No green leaf around it grows. In your valley, it coyly hides Until a lens draws near, Its petals turning deeper pink, Dripping nectar, crystal clear. The stream turns ruby with the moon, And streaks alabaster thighs. Dipped therein your fingers paint, Patterns to mesmerise. Trails drawn to tempt thirsty tongues In intimate crim...

He’s here again. Fourth week in a row. As if getting up before ten on a Sunday morning for father-enforced exercise with my sister and her friend wasn’t bad enough, and he’s making the already tedious outing at the council pool near unbearable. Going to university should mean I escape compulsory sport and everything to do with it, not that it gets moved to my summer holidays. Eyes down! Crap. Too late; things are already...

“Are you sure this is the path, Pete?” Assumpta bit back her finest Irish obscenities as brambles ripped another hole in her green tights. Admittedly, if she had to become a fairy for her best friend’s summer art project, a punk one in a shredded dress was more her style, though a pixie would have been more appropriate for prancing around Cornwall and suited her short black hair better. “No,” Peter admitted, holding the n...

Ursula could smell the stench of hypocrisy on Lord Lister as he leered over her. Or maybe it was just the standard stink of the lower aristocracy nearing their weekly bathing day. “Don’t you wash before important occasions?” she asked him, as he pulled the rope tighter, securing her to the stake. He grunted, giving it another tug so it bit painfully into her arm flesh, but she denied him the satisfaction of a gasp or whim...