We had just finished putting up the village hall Christmas decorations with a few of the other village residents. It was now late in the afternoon and my wife Jay and I thanked everyone as they were leaving then waited for, Nat, the caretaker to return to lock up. As we looked around I felt that it was a job well done. That is until Jay pointed out that there was no mistletoe then said, ‘That’s okay. I have some in my bag...

The platform thrummed with restless energy as the train screeched to a halt. Bodies jostled for space, the air heavy with fatigue and stale sweat. Snippets of conversations mingled with the faint strum of a guitar echoing through the tunnel. Commuters shuffled into the cars—office workers with loosened ties, bleary-eyed students, street performers clutching their last hopes for a meal. I was just another face in the crowd...

It was late January, and I was shopping at the mall. The holiday rush was over, and the mall was sparsely populated and quiet on a weekday afternoon. I had taken the day off to shop for a friend’s birthday and maybe update my wardrobe a little when a shimmering sweater caught my eye. The clerk directed me to the dressing booths. I went in and hung up my jacket. I closed the curtain and faced the mirror as I removed my pul...

Deep breath. I’m taking a break from decorating to absent-mindedly adjust my fluffy robe and look out a window to see snow falling on more snow, and lights twinkling on neighbouring houses in the dead of night. No one’s outside from what I can see. At least it’s peaceful. There’s a muffled atmosphere when snow is on the ground that I absolutely love about this time of year. It would be better with company, but I’m home al...

That night my dreams were full of erotic images. Inga dressed in black leather. Me tied down. My a redhead straddling me. A black man using me. Inga fucking me with a strap-on. Spanking me then pissing on me. A woman dressed all in black leather taking her place… “My turn, you little slut,” The masked woman told me in my dream. I found myself licking her pussy while Inga took me from behind with a strap-on. Just as I was...

The living room glowed faintly, a single candle flickering on the coffee table. Outside, the hum of holiday music and bursts of laughter drifted through the quiet of our home. My pulse quickened as I peered through the curtains, the vibrant block party unfolding below. Twinkling lights crisscrossed every house, families and friends mingling, blissfully unaware of the spectacle about to begin. Nick’s hands gripped my hips,...

I can normally keep controlled, but mistletoe urges my cock and triggers my urges. It keeps witches away, mistletoe does. They can smell it. Nobody else can smell it, but I can—witches and perverts, and I’m no witch. Mistletoe berries are pearly pearl drops, at least the good kinds are, the ones that look like someone jacked off onto a bush. The red or green berries look like that too by the time I’m done. It scratches, b...

It wasn’t the teens Sandeep had inspired that had made her two terms teaching at Central Academy a nightmare; it was the staff. From her lecherous headteacher to her unreasonable head of department, everyone had made her feel unwelcome and excluded from the moment she had arrived at the school. Only one colleague, Ruksana, had accepted Sandeep, mainly because, as another young Asian woman, she had received the same racist...

The sun climbed higher into the pristine sky, its rays wrapping my shoulders in soothing warmth. Calm settled over me like a soft tide, lulling my thoughts as I pictured my favorite corner of the park. Cool grass beneath my feet, dappled shade filtering through the trees, birds weaving melodies into the air, and the river’s gentle murmur—each detail grounded me, even as a warm thrill sizzled beneath the surface. A playful...