Callum the Huntsman sits by his hearth, brooding. Through his cabin window, in the distance, the gilded towers and turrets of the Royal Palace rise gleaming, their flags fluttering in the warm spring breeze. From the stone walls and oak rafters of his cabin hang the tools of his trade: bows and arrows, axes and knives, skins and heads of deer and rabbits. Callum broods. And the object of his contemplation is Snow White. S...

This two-part “Christmas special” follows on from the conclusion of Alison Goes to London – but it can also stand alone. It is 2051, and under the “Enlightenment”, Europe is ruled by Pleasure, and love is eschewed. Claire and Bradley have graduated from the Royal Academy of Fucking and, assisted by their friend, up-and-coming anal slut Riley, have set up a fuck-café in Cuntden Market. However, their best friend Alison has...

My relationship with part-time City College campus hooker Nora Meara had started in a very bizarre way. We had completed a transaction of exchanging a term paper (written by me) for a blowjob from her. I had meekly agreed to all of her terms. But she just couldn’t leave it at that and keep her mouth shut when we met one night at a college newspaper office. She had to insult me too. I was really triggered when she slapped...

The Liège waffles dusted with cinnamon and drizzled honey wasn't the only reason that Paolo's became my favourite café. Mia contributed, all smiles and freckles on sun-kissed cheeks. She raises an eyebrow, pen poised, lid chewed. "The usual?" Bubbly, cheeky, and 90210 cute, those Mediterranean features and accent boost her allure. I pause. Not because I'm considering the answer but to lose myself a moment longer in eyes f...

The sticky, gloopy conserve clings to her breasts glistening in the dimly lit room. Small globules of fruit hang off her nipples begging to licked before they dribble down her soft squishy globes. I watched her squirm, debating how sticky I want my nakedness. Should I just dip my tongue over her perfect sugary breasts, remaining unsoiled, teasing as I lick the jam from her flesh? Or should I go all in? Covering her nakedn...

As I lay in the golden sunshine, the heat scorching my body, I felt a sudden shock as my nipple responded to the icy drip of cream running over the swell of my breast.  My eyes flashed open as I saw you standing over me grinning as you dipped my nipples into your ice-cream-filled cone. Shivering in anticipation as you watched me, eyes pleading with you to lick off your spoils. But you waited, teasing me, as I ached in you...

    Caller:  “Hello?” 119 Operator:  “Hello!  Happy holidays and thank you for choosing Butterball Turkey!  What’s your emergency?” Caller:  “Why would you think there’s an emergency?” Operator:  “It’s Christmas Eve, sir.  Why else would you be calling a turkey company?” Caller:  “Well, you’re so right, young lady!  And I certainly hope you can help me…this is an absolute nightmare.” Operator:  “Oh no!  What can I do for...

I wholeheartedly admit to not always being the smartest tool in the shed.  No, Mama didn’t drop me on my head as a baby, although she’s slapped it quite a few times as I was growing up.  Even nowadays she’d whack me on across the noggin if she thinks I did something stupid.  The last time I was home we were playing Uno and I dropped a Wild-Draw-Four on her and she whacked me across the back of the head.  It happens so oft...

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June was rolling the sushi while Lorna made another small batch of fried calamari. The luscious tentacles could easily be sliced or diced or shaved, and readily blended into a myriad of sushi styles. Cooking it, though, was trickier than cooking ‘normal’ squid, which was tricky enough by itself. Lorna knew her way around seafood though and soon found the right combinations of marinades and oils, and cooking temperatures a...

Lorna collapsed against her apartment door after she locked up. She kicked her first shoe across the room but misjudged her second, vaulting that one towards the high ceiling. She froze in place until it crashed in front of her. Then she bounced her clutch off of the nearby table and it too thumped onto the floor. She pushed herself upright and stripped off her little black dress for the fourth and final time of the night...