"One Month"by SmutwriterCopyright July 2010They’d bought them, one for each other, as little anniversary presents. Not really much of an anniversary, one month, but what a month it had been.In his apartment he held his out at arm’s length, stretched between forefinger tips. He grinned; there was nothing of it.Two floors down she hung hers from a finger and gazed in surprise at its smallness.His was small too and a vivid e...

"The Pussyholic" Part 2by SmutwriterCopyright October 2010When she re-emerged she looked much the same. Perhaps her makeup had been retouched, her eyes looked darker, bigger and surely her lipstick brighter, whatever, she looked lovely. He sat and watched her.She went to the chair where he’d sat and picked up his beer and drank the half-glass that remained. “An orgasm like that leaves a girl thirsty I guess.”Next she came...

“The Pussyholic”by SmutwriterCopyright October 2010Pussyholic, that would describe him quite well he thought.His meeting with Suzanne was therefore fortuitous for both of them. She had a pussy that craved attention. A neglected pussy, neglected for twenty-eight years and several months or at least lacking the attention it deserved. That was the way she saw it. Simon’s love and fascination for the female pubic area was, as...

"Wet My Pet"by SmutwriterCopyright October 2010Eleven-thirty and Celia was feeling tired, her bed wasbeckoning.The gentle knock at her apartment door was anunwelcome interruption. She peeped through the littlespyhole and saw Stephan looking back. A littlereluctantly, she opened the door. "What d'you say to a midnight swim?" he whispered."Pool doesn't open till next week.""I've got a key," he grinned and brandished a large...