Cassandra was ready on time, dressed in a blood-red choker, black minidress, biker jacket, and a pair of heavy boots with enough buckles, studs, and zippers to make a Cenobite proud. Her jet-black hair was hanging loose down her back, and red lipstick and...
My ex-wife was a lying, cheating, gold-digging slut. Some might say that statement lacks nuance. That people are complex. They have desires, dreams, histories, motives, loves and hates. There are reasons that people do the things they do, and reducing the...
“90’s goth, I like it. Too many of these people are borderline emo looking,” she complimented, sitting next to me at the bar. “Ah yeah, thanks. I just prefer the look I grew up with.” I looked at my pair of Tripps and Anarchy boots. “Same, look.” She stoo...
When your big tiddy goth girlfriend wants to fuck in an abandoned church on Halloween, you make it happen. Naked as Eve in the Garden, Lilith presses her glorious pumpkin-sized tits against my chest. Claws scourge my back as I defile her atop the altar, a...
Pinned beneath her, stockinged thighs spread on either side of my lap, Charlotte thrusts her wad of cherry gum abruptly into my mouth with her tongue. Then raising her heart-rimmed shades, she breaks our kiss with a smile widening across her face. "Why do...
Charlotte took a deep breath before opening the bar door. Everyone was getting very jittery these days. There had been another shooting the night before when loyalist gunmen entered a bar in County Derry and opened fire, killing three people watching a fo...
“You cannot compare Stiff Little Fingers to the Undertones.” Charlotte slipped into the empty seat beside Emma, trying not to interrupt Dave whilst he was in full flow. The source of his wrath appeared to be a cute looking guy with a red mohawk who had se...
Charlotte felt like shite warmed up. The ferry crossing from Larne to Stranraer had been a lot rougher than last time and while she hadn’t been seasick, there had been a stench of vomit throughout the ship by the time it finally docked. She’d then spent t...
Charlotte was standing at the sink washing the dinner dishes when her mum opened the kitchen door and told her that her friend was there to see her. Charlotte picked up the tea towel to dry her hands and smiled at Fiona as her mum shut the door and went b...
Charlotte took a deep breath and opened the door of the music shop. “I don’t give a fuck if it’s the week before Christmas. I quit!” Charlotte had to step aside as a very disgruntled man with an angry red face barged his way out of the shop. The owner, wh...
Charlotte knelt, gazing up at Fiona. She could feel Fiona’s cum drying on her face. She licked her lips, tasting the honey-sweet stickiness as she watched Fiona’s breathing return to normal. The promise implicit in Fiona’s words, “we are going to have so...
“Another Open day? Was London not enough for you?” “But Mum, the whole school is going. It’s just to Belfast for the day. It won’t cost anything. You just have to sign the permission slip.” Charlotte’s mother sighed with exasperation and scrawled her name...
Charlotte had read the copy of NME she’d picked up at the kiosk at the coach station three times by the time the ferry docked back into Larne. The announcement for everyone to disembark woke Charlotte from her daydreams of Fiona and her whispered promise...
Charlotte was surprised but relieved that her parents had agreed she could go to London to check out the Art College at Open Day. They’d said they’d pay for the bus, and they’d even provide some spending money. Emma had spoken to Fiona who was delighted t...
Charlotte was in her room. She watched the 12” disc of black vinyl spinning on the record player as Robert Smith’s voice sang the chorus of ‘The Funeral Party.’ She picked up the postcard again. The front showed a group of punks with spiky mohicans in fro...
