Malignant murmurs quiver in my eardrum, her hand squeezing tight about my throat. "Trick or treat, pumpkin?" Unintelligible sounds wheeze from my gag stretched lips to dribble incoherent down my saliva-soaked chin before splashing on sweat-sheened, heavin...
"Stop squirming. Ankles wider. Better." "A base layer of crushed ice." "One part cranberry juice. One part orange juice." "One part yummy, yummy vodka and two parts peach schnapps." "I had to go and buy a bottle of peach schnapps. Now doesn't that make yo...
"This is cucurbita argyrosperma, commonly known as the silver-seed gourd". A Halloween talk on pumpkin varieties; who could refuse one of those? Especially when accompanied by such pungent halliatosis and body odours that death by mustard seed gas seems d...
Creamy globules decorate my thighs, clinging jelly-like to skin as they resist gravities urge to descend helter-skelter towards impeccably shod feet. Leaning across her sedentary form my tongue pries lips apart and dances in her dribbling cavity of desire...
Out of season seaside hotel; crumbling masonry, fading glamour and audibly complaining bed springs. With looming deadlines we pull an all-nighter; writhing obstinately on starch stiff sheets. Her tongue slathering expertly through dewdrop glistening petal...
Conjoined since nursery. Primary, all entwined fingers, pigtails, and secretive notes. Secondary, the same options and snogging the same boys as adulthood beckoned. Nowadays they had matching phones, Apps, and accessories. 'Toys for life. Toys for living....
Second cousin, twice removed. Tongue-tied and suffering at the proceeding's periphery. All gawky indifference, sharp elbows, and protruding collar bones. Decked out in bridesmaid's boutique; a vision of bows, flounces, and rustling apricot satin. Murmured...
"Sex is about power." Unconvincingly she crosses her denier-clad legs, skirt ridden upwards to high thigh, glossed and manicured nail teasing at an imagined snag in the fine weave just above her knee. Her enfeebled, barely contained, lust lapping weakly a...
"Stop it." "Stop what, I'm not doing anything." "Yes you are. You're doing that clenching, curling, clinging thing you do when you're displeased. So, please, stop doing it." "Hurumph." "And sulking isn't going to help. We're going to be here awhile so why...
Hello sweeties. Now I've always made it a rule in life not to talk about myself. I'm very much of the opinion that celebrities should be ethereal gods and goddesses and that nobody wants to know about your genital warts or that time you upchucked a five-c...
Bulge swaggers into the bar His assets viewable from afar Huge swinging dick hanging free Slapping noisily about his knee Cojones that would grace a bull Fertile, virile and jissom full His mission to impregnate Any slut who'd be his date. Tits was feelin...
Trolley pushing with Stella; squeaking wheels and crash, bang, wallops; her urchin brood running riot. No cash and very little credit. It's a buy one, secrete one operation, with the offspring-from-hell as diversionary tactics. Hubby is hung like a horse...
"Why?" His scowl expressive in its anger and frustration, as he gesticulates at the newly acquired 'Lelo Luxury Smart Wand Large Rechargeable Vibrator' that is tentatively exploring the smooth, swollen, flesh of my vulva. "I'm economising," I counter, as...