Thank God you’re here! What took so long? My day’s been shit, it’s all gone wrong! You said that you’d be right along! Give me some fucking kisses!~o~ The kids played up, the dog was sick, I thought the vet would do the trick And you were late, you stupid...
I cannot write. The words won’t come, They do not flow, they do not run. No musings glowing on my screen, Nor rhyming couplets to be seen. I sit and stare, then stare and sit And that’s about the size of it. * I’m trying write, my words are stuck Type, de...
As the driver navigated the short distance to the circus ground, Ellen took the opportunity to re-touch her make up. She tilted her compact mirror this way and that as she reapplied her lipstick, powdered her face and aimed eye drops into her slightly red...
I lay, head on his chest, half asleep to the hypnotic, white-noise flicker of the television as his hand stroked my hair. I felt completely relaxed. My hand was on his thigh, lightly stroking the taut denim and he sighed as my fingers moved along the seam...
After a few months of chatting online with Bob, Ellen had agreed to meet him for dinner, followed by a night out. Not having dated since her husband, Ken, passed away, she was rather nervous about it and had used just about every beauty tip in the book to...
"Open your legs," his growl echoed through the tinny speakers. "Show me that hot, sticky cunt of yours... No, of MINE!" I obediently lifted my bare ass and parted my thighs. His eyes widened and his lips formed a silent ‘O’ as I tilted the laptop lid down...
Cruel bitch! Dream squasher! Fate, Fortune, Destiny... Whatever the fuck her name is? How I loathe her sometimes. ~oOo~ Laughing at my plans, With her turned up nose And that cute, wee smile. That harpie has plans of her own. ~oOo~ Testing me, teasing me,...
I love the works of the Scottish poet, Robert Burns. He wrote many famous poems and songs. He was less well-known for his raunchy, sexy poems. This is my tribute to him and, were he alive today, I'm certain that he would approve (in fact, I would bet good...
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 pul...
“I’m close, Lou!” Drew gasped and raised his head briefly before dropping it again and continuing to pummel his wife. He sawed into her with the same determination he did every Sunday night and the occasional Friday or Saturday, if she was really lucky. S...
I lie in the dark, thinking of him and calling forth his handsome face, Remembering the way his eyes smoulder as he looks into mine And how that smile lifts his lips and changes his expression. I bite my lip and he’s suddenly serious, drawing in his breat...
“I need to turn in, honey...” Mike stood up, stretched, and I heard his spine crack and pop as he arched his back. I shuddered. I hate that noise. He turned to Steve, “You’ll be okay in the spare room, mate. Em will give you some blankets.” Steve nodded a...
I remember when I first started to pay attention to my pussy hair. It was many years ago, when I first began seeing Evert. He was a few years older than me and liked everything to be ‘just so’. He had encouraged me to wax my bikini line and trim my pubic...
She sighed as she got up from her chair, picked up her empty plate and mug, and then lifted mine as well. I smiled at her and she paused at the door frame for a second, turning to face me, “Are you coming up soon, love?” I glanced at the clock on the mant...
“Woo hoo! I’ve got a date! Finally a real, proper date!” Ellen dropped her phone onto the table and punched the air, “You little beauty!!” Her fleeting reverie was interrupted by a tinny, laughing voice from the table, “Ellen? Ellen! I’m still here.” “Bob...
