Icing Stories

As Tracey listened to Ian finish his story, she smiled and laughed in a way that her instinct suggested he would understand. The conversation started when she asked him if he knew the location of the temporary bus stop, but it had taken an unexpected turn, or at least that was true from Ian's point of view. "I'm glad that people come to live here from all over the world, just as we did, but encountering someone who isn't...

And they’re at it again. Every fucking Tuesday it’s the same. Once his wife leaves, he scurries to set up the kitchen. Then the mistress arrives; passion burning in her eyes. Something about using her hands in mechanical ways lights her with a sugar-fever pitch. Powdering her own tits then kneading them while he laps her cherry-like nipples. For him, it’s apparent that getting dirty is the kink. Dipping the head of his co...