Neely forgot Jasmine’s personality-glitch as her own clouds of moral confusion returned to hover over her all the way to the café. She threw herself into work, chattering to customers as distraction from a swarm of thoughts which buzzed like her new toy. Thankfully Leo didn’t ask about the birthday gift. Her other job, her real job was haunting her as well, chiefly the planned lunchtime meet with Jonas. What a frame of mi...

24/06/10 23:12 GMT Carlotta, let me explain. Fucking roommate Jasmine was not part of the plan. Obviously. It happened spontaneously, explosively, as these things do with girls who don’t have Neely’s kind of scruples. And are inebriate. I went around there spur-of-the-moment. I’d dealt well, false modesty be fucked, with the aftermath of the birthday eating-out. I made all the right noises in my communications with Neely—...

The drums continued to thunder and fireworks lit up the night sky, as Lucas and Paulo led Sapphire hand in hand away from the crowd. Her head was spinning from the cachaca she had drunk. Its taste was still sweet in her mouth. “Where are you taking me, guys?” she asked with a giggle. “We’re going to show you what Carnival is all about,” said Paulo with a grin. Lucas laughed along with him. “Well you guys should know. You’...

19/06/10 21:02 GMT Okay, Carlotta, call this past week consolidation. Sexual chemistry was acknowledged on both sides, but our girl almost ran scared as a result, so it’s been necessary to calm things down. Even if it’s meant my taking part in a few ‘young-Christian’ dating activities. Prime example, the bowling evening. This allowed for some hands-on instruction on the pretext of improving her technique, but she bowled t...

“You seem such a great guy, Ray, and it’s really easy, really relaxing to hang out with you.” Thus had Neely attempted to initiate a serious chat over nachos in the Watershed Arts Centre’s café before they went in to see their arty Swedish vampire movie. It was easy to be with him, although not relaxing in every sense. Her stomach was inevitably tight in his presence. He’d leant across the table, totally focused on her. H...

12/06/10 21:18 GMT (extract) Well, Carlotta— There are few things which set the blood coursing to one’s dick more urgently than contemplation of deflowering a feisty young virgin—one who has kept her hymen intact for reasons of religion. I hadn’t considered the matter greatly, but so it turns out. It makes shower-room dalliances with skinny college sluts seem pointless and tawdry. Not that I should be totally dismissive o...

Jasmine’s taunt was an exaggeration, Neely thought as she departed Lemongrass later that day, but she supposed she wasn’t starved of attention. Either within or outside the church. It would be convenient if she could find herself a mature-minded Christian with whom she could explore her sexuality in a chaste fashion. Then she wouldn’t have to fret when random sexy strangers showed an interest. She tried not to obsess as s...

Prologue: Neely’s Shower-time Prayer Hi Lord. How’s today? I know, I know, stupid question. Drop in the ocean of eternity and all that. Bear with me, I’m pre-caffeine. Ooh yes, that fair-trade Javanese is still unopened. Totally delicious and ethical too. Shame it cost around half my weekly wage, but it tastes all the better for that—so count your blessings, right? Blessings like hot showers on way-too-early mornings. Esp...

Over hill, over dale, Through bush, through briar, Over park, over pale, Through flood, through fire… …Annette ran like fuck. Her muscles burned from hill-climbing, her lungs from dale-traversing and pale-hurdling. Her ash-blond hair had snagged on bushes. Briars had torn her gown and fires had singed it. Drenched by floods the cobwebbed fabric clung to her slender frame. She was scratched and scorched and foot-sore, yet...

'God, Jake, you're a fucker,' you inform me, laying ironic weight on my name and shooting one wicked glance over your shoulder. But you climb onto the bed anyway, thrusting out that ass as you do it, making sure I have a good view of everything you've got. 'See how pretty it is when you use my name?' I climb onto the bed along with you, and you meet my grin with a begrudging half smile of your own. 'When do I get to open...

2020 - one bizarre fucking year. I’m not going to overstate it, a lot of people had a worse time than me. But it still took a toll. I've been locked down – and like many, it's been in company. We might have all foreseen the strain under which social isolation would put romantic relationships. I figured my own was pretty strong, but it got stress-tested like I'd never bargained on. Couples just aren’t meant to spend so lon...

Things always went this way on Jael’s boat. Naked depravity. Acts of lewdness. Everyone fucking someone they shouldn’t. Often it climaxed, like now, on Day Three. Jael played provocateur. He’d bide his time, letting sun-soaked madness brew, before reaping his reward. Café do Mar was where he went fishing. Money was incidental. Jael enjoyed the company and–if the women boarded with partners–the challenge. At the Café he pl...

‘Is she ready?’ ‘She was ready before she knew this was happening,’ you tell me, smirking. ‘Undoubtedly. But is she prepped?’ ‘Fully,’ you assure. In black-leather bustier, high-heels and panties to match, you’re fabulously prepped too, for your agreed role. Flaming hair loosed and lustrous. Rocking the ‘goddess’. Birthday-girl is bottoming this trio. ‘How, precisely?’ I inquire. ‘Stripped, shaved, washed, perfumed. As sp...

Clara rolls onto palms and knees and crawls off to the top of the queen-size, proffering her tightly pumped beachball rear. The cocky little slut even peers over her shoulder as it to check whether Jed’s following. Jed retracts his length from Lily’s well-fucked throat, a web of saliva trailing after, before it splatters down onto her chin and upper chest. Then he manhandles the bleary, panting girl up and around, till sh...

Freezeframe six. Been a while, hasn’t it? But like I said, once things got going, it would have been crass to interrupt these three. And in a spirit of full disclosure the action isn’t literally frozen at this point. No need. Jed is still laid out on the bed like a first aid mannequin, waiting for lust’s resuscitation. The girls meanwhile are tonguing traces of cum from each other’s lips once more, eyeing the man who’s ju...