My eyes are tightly shut, desperately trying to hold on to the fading vision of her luscious curves as I rouse from my dream. Her presence between my legs ignites a burning desire, which my hand tries to fan when I slip it into my wetness, pretending it's hers. My body hums with desire as I imagine her tongue swirling around my pearl. The heat of pleasure rises with each caress, my body trembling as I sink deeper into bli...

It was morning and the light of the dawn Recalled me from the pleasure land of dreams, Images of your radiant body Writhing in the throes of climactic joy Emblazoned on the windows of my mind, Unwilling for the memory to fade Of the wrapt expression on your flushed face As successive waves of exaltation Radiated through your undulating limbs From the centre of exquisite delight In the pulsating muscles of your sex. My coc...

Their attraction was instant and electric. They flirted across the restaurant with their eyes. He tilted his head and excused himself from his table to use the restroom. She soon followed. She entered the men’s room exploring the unknown. He opened the door to the far stall. They kissed passionately and hands roamed. His hand found her kitty, her palm grabbed his snake. He felt her wetness and fingered her nub quickly. Sh...

I'm sitting on the side of my bed. Remembering the day my future husband was killed. Thinking back, I can’t believe it has been a year. A year ago, I was three months short of becoming Mrs. Peter Thornton. But I am still Patricia Singleton and Patricia, Patsy, Singleton I will remain until I lay next to my intended husband, Peter. It was the fault of Sammy Casey. He was in the middle of one of his drug deals when Peter ha...

Part One – The Trials of a Doting Mother “Goddammit, son!” Sylvia Anderson pounded on the bathroom door. Her boy was, yet again, taking too long with his morning shower. “Will you finish up in there? I need to get to work and you have school!” “Okay, Mom, okay!” He responded, his muffled voice echoing from the ceramic tiles. “Don’t flip out!” “And leave me some hot water, for Christ’s sake!” she huffed, pulling her bathro...

Over hill, over dale, Through bush, through briar, Over park, over pale, Through flood, through fire… …Annette ran like fuck. Her muscles burned from hill-climbing, her lungs from dale-traversing and pale-hurdling. Her ash-blond hair had snagged on bushes. Briars had torn her gown and fires had singed it. Drenched by floods the cobwebbed fabric clung to her slender frame. She was scratched and scorched and foot-sore, yet...

Pat awoke the next morning in John’s arms. She stirred and opened one bleary eye, taking a moment to recall where she was and who she was with. “Good morning sleepyhead!” she heard. Moaning, she peeked over his chest and saw her girlfriend sitting in the chair with a coffee, scrolling through her phone. “Are you comfortable, snuggled up to my husband?” “Mmm I am, your husband is very cuddly.” She stretched and blew her lo...

I open my eyes. My cell-phone’s alarm is crowing me good morning with a cockerel sound-effect it’s never emitted before. 9am on a Saturday. Normal wake-up time. Room’s normal too – so’s the light, the temperature… But something – I can’t identify what – isn’t. Something about today is other. It might be the girl perched on my bed’s end – the pretty bikini girl in denim cut-offs, with the cherry-lipstick smile, who wasn’t...