Sleaze Stories

I grew up without a father. By the age of sixteen, I had grown accustomed to this fact, and mum and I never really spoke about dad. All I got told was that my father was an oaf and that their very brief marriage had been a difficult one. According to her, I was better off not knowing him. I didn’t even have a clue what he looked like because there were no photos of him. I took after my mother in appearance. She was fair-h...

Inspired by Mazza’s “Perfucktory” and written as a companion story.'Almost there,' he thought. He could feel it building. Andrew went into his signature move, his closer. He knew it was time after he saw her signs. He felt the nails, waited for her to pull her knees up and jam her heels into his butt. Of course he already had her near the edge, and when he’d told her he was close, he knew it would push her closer. Sure en...