spiralmouth 8 Sep 2023 The Chair The blackness was suddenly lifted. The bag was pulled from over my head and light flooded my eyes. I was tied to a chair. In front of me stood a big guy with a tattoo on his head, he had his thumb wedged firmly underneath his belt. I tried to pull my wrists closer together as what felt like cable ties restrained them to the back of the chair. My eyes began to quickly adjust. The room was in fact only dimly lit by the lamp...
spiralmouth 1 Apr 2022 A Satisfying Urge Not being invited to my boyfriend's night out leaves me susceptible to others' attention. The lift was out of order. After climbing up the five flights of stairs to get to Ed’s, I looked up to find the door to the corridor being held open for me, it was one of the older fellas that lived in my boyfriend’s building. Ed would be going out with some friends from work for a night out and I would be staying at his place. “Oh, thank you!” I said, lurching forwards towards the open door with urgency and gratitude. “N...
spiralmouth 27 Nov 2017 Home Sitting A few humdrum days of housesitting for some family friends turns into something much more... Tom turned off from the main road of the city limits as we headed out towards the suburbs. I had been with Tom for the best part of eleven months now. We had met at my friend’s birthday party, her boyfriend being good friends with him. We took an instant liking to one another and were attached at the hip for the entire evening. That night, I pulled him away from the party as he stood smoking outside one of the bars into t...