Sunday morning, I was still in bed trying to keep as warm as humanly possible in a bloody freezing London flat. I was reading Thursday’s paper, catching up with old news. Actually, I was not looking for news — I was looking for travel ads. I’d had it with...
Remember I told you about my weekend with Rashid? Well, it seems Nigel had a good night out as well at the start of the weekend, so we met up for a drink last night so we could compare notes. It was about eight o'clock when the door bell rang and I saunte...
So there we were, me and my mate Nigel, out on the town for a pull and a piss up. Well what else is there to do on a wet weekend in London? We started off at our local, the Crab and Cockspur, which claimed to sell the best beers in the South East, but to...
Dear Diary, Well, where do I start? I'm sitting here in bed, it's quarter past eight on Saturday morning, Gloria is still buzzing from last night, and there's a huge man in my bed! Not bad for my first week in this new flat, and after only five days in my...
The portal made a hell of a racket as it opened and he stepped through. He immediately stuck his bony hand down into the pocket of his coat and pulled up his cigarette pack and like so many times before stuck the cigarette between his teeth and lit it in...
"Hi, Mr Comma." “Hello, anybody there?” “Please Mr Comma, come out to play.” “No.” “Please Mr Comma, or should that be Ms Comma?” “Just Comma will do. And the answer is still no.” “Meany.” “Yes, why don’t you use Full Stop or Quotation Marks? You are alwa...
“I’m looking forward to meeting Cousin Lizzie, at some point,” said Hal, as they relaxed back in Ben’s garden. “She’s a scream,” said Melanie, “but I’m not letting her near either of you until I have had my wicked way with you both.” “Mel, sweetheart,”...
They’re at it again; fucking on the sofa. Not an inch of dignity between them. Panting and grunting and making all sorts of disgusting noises like it was their last day on Earth; his buttocks clenching hard as he thrusts forward. Sweat is pouring off his...
A hint of petticoat,A wisp of lace,Dear, tell me soThen I'll pick up the pace.A glimpse of ankle,Even bare shoulder,Now, to be frank, I'llBecome even bolder.Slide my hand to your gartersAnd that's only for starters,To stroke your bare thighWith a passiona...
Millie travelled to Scotland’s fair land,To find and fulfil a plan extravagantly grand.She wanted a Scot, tall, sexy and strapping,To sate a secret desire for some sexy unwrapping. So, she scoured the land of thistle and heather,Diligently hunting, whatev...
I pop out for lunch,Or maybe it was brunch.I go to the local,But it was quite vocal.I order some food,Hope it’s going to be good.I talk to the old dear,Ask for a nice cold beer.I take a sip, it was quite bitter,But it was quite a heavy hitter.I spot this...
He backhanded her on the cheek, hard. To vindicate his lackeys or just by plain stupidity he didn't know. But the latter was more likely.It rang through many layers of silence, only to end in the agonizing stillness of bodies. The first body belonged to a...
""My new young wife was really excited when she came home from her first day at what she laughingly called, the film studio.“They’ve given me a part already darling, it’s the female lead, I’m going to be a star.”“Hey that’s great,” I patted her sexy littl...
Friendships often flower after difficult beginnings. This was precisely what happened with Vincent Di Marco and Bryce Dingley. They could not have been more exact opposites. Vincent was five-foot-five-inches tall and looked for the most part like a stocky...
When I was sixteen-years-old and in the eleventh grade, for my sins, I acquired the disgusting habit of smoking cigarettes. At the boys' boarding school I attended there was a gentleman’s agreement with the senior boys, and the smokers had a special area...
