Sometimes I wish it didn’t. I don't know why the journey always has me pontificating about the world, the immediate world, my family, my work, my friends, not the whole world. I don't know why I think of Syeda today. The pretty girl on reception with that wonky smile, her olive skin that glows against the blood-red lipstick worn so well. Maybe it is because she is getting married today. To live happily ever after, amen. A...

I died last night. I’m watching now. Me, lying on crisp white sheets that billow with the breeze from the open window as the rain drips and puddles on the wooden floor. The marks still visible to see. Two blood red streaks on my neck. You hold my hand tight as if will I fall, lost forever in eternal space. The smile I see across those ruby red oblivion lips brings goosebumps, then pleasure. Reaching across my middle finge...

The light flickers over the rickety wooden door. One long, two short and repeat. I watch it, counting, waiting. “Usual place at Eleven, don’t be late.” It’s now 11.18. Despite the summer weather, I feel a chill. No underwear, just a little black dress, gothic style, seamed stockings, and heels. And the number two bejewelled butt plug. It feels tight. It was all in the note around the single black rose. I hid it quickly in...

The rear kitchen door opened and closed gently. The smell of still warm cheese scones wafted through the air. A girl in a white summer dress put away the floral oven gloves and turned to see who had arrived. They smiled at each other. The fresh lemonade poured slowly from the glass jug, the sound of ice cubes plinking as two large glasses filled. The girl in a tight little black dress took the proffered glass and took a l...

We dream the dreamWe smile the smileThe haunting naughty voices insideFluttering black matted lashesStruttingAcross the roomAcross the airwavesJust another Friday game played hereJust another cauldron of mannequinsOffering sweet candy To those willing to dance to my latest tune The heat of the nightThighs and arms entwinedIn the kitchen and in the hallStairsThe bed that tells a mean story or threeLips that quiver over spr...

Lusting breathless,A darker shade, dishonestly worn well.Innuendos deafening the silence,In my quarters pen pushing erotic dreams. Elbow deep in inked archives from these weary mind’s bag of bones,Whispered voices from the lost dark chastity.Flickering candle flames highlight up and downs,These naughty, naughty things that we do. Hosting the ghost of my outta world sins, lost in shadows,Behind chamber walls slowly closing...

The tap, tap, tap on the keys,That sweet sound, like a lullaby,Drumming out the wanton words,Shameful, sultry, sentence after sentence.Drawing the sweet, innocentAnd downright dirty inside.Where they squeeze, squirm and shudder,Deep within their psyche,As they lie, sit or stand.A rhythm kept in time, With the light, camera, actionOf a screenshot before the never blinking eyes. Girl with the naughty fingers,The desperate h...

We met on a Saturday or was it Sunday?Anyway there we were,Queen Katherine and Princess Scarlet,A kettle steaming. I was steaming elsewhere.We talked one by one to convert,More like pervert!'Over land and sea, your haunting voice'. Pictures of lollipops and septum’s,A Goth appeared and disappeared,Like the Blood, adrenalized, whore,With a swat upon her pert behind. Across the airwaves,Just another game played here,We danc...

I sit up and feel a twinge of pain between my legs. The soreness of my vagina and the nail marks left by her nails on my thighs remind me of the abuse I have taken these last two days. The smirk on her face tells me she has seen my discomfort. “How does it feel?” What a strange way of asking how I am. Then I get the meaning of the question. It is not my general well being that she is enquiring after, no it is my womanhood...

"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 always using them.” “Well, this is a job that only you can do for me.” “Oh yes.” "Yes, I promise you are perfect for what I want, and besides you are my favourite." "Horse sh...

“You look a little-lost darling; I’m guessing you’re not here for a little action babe?” The woman laughed as she leant on the edge of the open car window. Emily’s blush was unseen in the dark dimly lit street. She had been driving up and down the long road for the last thirty minutes. Firstly, trying to decide which girl might be the best to stop and secondly to pluck up the much-needed courage. "I give directions for fr...

“Now don’t you go anywhere my dear, I won’t be too long, hopefully, perhaps home by eleven.” “How can I go anywhere, you’ve tied me to the bedposts.” “Oh, yes, I knew there was something I was supposed to do before I left. Sorry darling, I’m late already. You don’t mind, do you E?” “What if I need a wee-wee?” Came the quiet girly pleading tone from the bed. "Darling E, I do not think you want to urinate on the bed. The co...

Friday afternoon 2pm SittingStandingMusic onMusic offAll the leafy lanesAnd car parked streetsBlinds down or drawnCurtains plain, chintz, washed or boiled Then there is closedWhy? Baby sleeping, Daddy shiftsOr Mummy tired Granny nodding and knittingUncle Ted wankingAuntie Pat masturbatingYes you heard me rightAll those sweet white than whiteMale, female or in betweenRubbing, pulling or pokingKnickers down, pulled asideBra...

Six feet:Between you and me.Might be a life time, Might be but thirty seconds,If you turn this way. Side view:Structure of beauty.Long dark hair obscures, Sleek figurine encased in black,With the hint of nylons. Gazing: Across in wonderment.Maybe a little lustful thought,Popped in and out,Then in again. Turning:You turn my way.A smile,A shy nervous smile,And a bitten lower lip. Fluttering:Eye lashes flicker.Flirting ruby...

Marie felt a tug on her arm whilst trying to concentrate on the view in the hall mirror. A voice whispered in her ear. “You had better find a way to satisfy me before the end of the night, or I will spank your arse, then have you pleasure me. I don’t care if your mother is here or not.” Emma saw the gulp as her new lover, Marie stared back at her. It had already been a long and tense afternoon. Emma wanted her to do thing...