Fuck, thought Joy, as she settled into her cubicle at the Royal National Institute for the Deaf Message Relay Centre. Eight more hours relaying inane bullshit down a telephone line, she continued to self-commiserate, as she logged onto her TTY: huge and modern, like a typewriter on steroids, with handset and microphone to match, the latest in 1990s technology. How are the mighty fallen! she moaned silently as she donned h...

Dear Will, Long time no see. I hope you're in the pink. It's ages since we got together for a drink. We need to have some urgent talks about your play. 'Twas long ago, your last one saw the light of day. And once we've finished business, we can raise some hell. I've had great times with tasty wenches in The Bell. Their talents and techniques are very hard to beat. They even bring a man to climax with their feet! Remember...

“Back soon, mbak!” I called towards the kitchen. “Jalan-jalan?” – “Going for a walk?” came Sri’s voice, amid the clatter of pans and the scent of terasi and lemon grass. “Is that OK?” I asked. “Of course: Ningsih can help me with supper. Be back by sunset, though.” Her voice, tinkling like degung, radiated trust and cheerfulness. My heart twinged briefly, but I dismissed the feeling with a deft and practiced gesture of mo...

  1 April 2021   Ms Cum Girl Cum Cottage Lower Snatch Dripping Cunnyshire   Dear Ms Cum It has been brought to our attention here at 'The Daily Heil Publishing Corporation' that the saddo website you're so fond of frequenting is hosting an international competition, and that as a saddo of minor repute and standing we expect you to fly the flag for this Sceptred Isle.  All of us here at 'The Daily Heil Publishing Corporati...

Teri "Going over Dawn's today?" Aunt Denise asks without looking up from the newest Uncle Henry's classifieds. The overhead kitchen bulb shimmers in her teacup and burnishes her auburn topknot. Framed in the window is one of those typical maritime days when cotton bales of fog ghost the peninsula, monopolizing the air with their wetsuit chill.  "No, she's got a dentist appointment in Brunswick." And yesterday's sun packed...

“And that will be all for today guys.” Lisa addressed the group of students cheerfully, making sure to smile and nod at each one reassuringly.“Make she you look over the poems we discussed, especially you Dagon.” She awkwardly smiled at the gigantic wall of jock that was Dagon.“I’ll think about it teach.” Dagon said this over his shoulder as he made his way back to the center of his ‘fan club.' The moment he crossed the t...

Let me tell you a story about two young lovers, A tragic love story, been told by many others. The servants of Montague, and of Capulet, Fought for their Masters, sometimes until death. Escalus warned them not to breach the peace again, Or he would see to it, every one of them was slain. The feud between the houses started long ago, Neither would surrender, or let the hatred go. *** A Montegue bird sits perched in a tree,...

If you have spunk, prepare to spill it now.You all do know this thong. I rememberThe first time ever Sarah put it on;'Twas on a summer's evening in her tent,That day she came over the Nervii.Look! in this place ran Cassius' finger through;See what a rent the lascivious Casca made;Through this the well-beloved Brutus fuck'd.And as he pluck'd his throbbing cock away,Mark how the juice of Sarah follow'd it,As rushing out of...

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your wives!What light through yonder beaver breaks?It is the yeast and the clitoris is my sun.I saw the source of morning dew betwixt thine thighs asI removed my source of Grecian power,As if King Midas dared to touch the clouds,Upon thy body fell a golden shower.I thought how black a night and blueA load.Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once moreOr close up the pussy with our...

The maiden's horse galloped through tall green grass withal speed and finesse en route to the Prince's castle. Aloof bareback, her dress flowed carelessly in the wind as her horse pressed the green blades withal his clod hooves. Withal the sun's rays at her back, the maiden trod heavy on her way thither. Since that merry day when she watched him from her room window frolic withal seers of the village where she doth reside...

I won’t compare you to a summer’s day like Shakespeare did when wooing his true love, nor say impediments won’t mar the way our two minds meet or obstacles won’t shove our hearts apart and what we share won’t alter. And though I’m old enough to be your father, and you’re my lover, not my daughter, I hope that age will never be a bother, but know it’s natural to have these fears. Who knows for sure, my dear, what lies ahea...