Chapter One. London. February 1777 Good day. Let me introduce myself. My name is George H. DeMontford. I am the educated son of a duke with distant family connections to the Crown. My manners are impeccable, and I am a member of several notable clubs and societies in London, including the Literary Club. And yes, I am a Gentleman. I consider the splendid, sprawling metropolis of London to be my spiritual and intellectual h...

The story so far... Eight members of the movie crew are marooned on an island, their helicopter has crashed during a storm, and the pilot is dead. Despite the absence of phone signals and the rental house's dark past, the crew continues to film Skinflick anyway. Lucy is keeping an eye on Raoul and Shelly, desperate to keep them apart. They are about to begin shooting scenes, but things will take a dramatic and traumatic t...

CHAPTER ONE. Hell-hole After hovering over the yellowing seat without touching it for at least twenty seconds, Lucy is relieved to stand, as her quads had begun to ache. With no paper in sight, Lucy wipes the final drip of pee from her pussy with her fingers. She rubs them together, then bends down to pull up the tiny white panties that are stretched across her ankles. She tugs them up, past her smooth knees and tanned th...

'You will hate me because I am- by any measure - a nasty person. Come to think of it, I hate me too. But to be honest, I really don’t care what you or anyone else thinks. If I did, then I wouldn’t be sharing this with you. So, let’s get on with it. This all happened last October. This is as much detail as I can recall...' PART ONE Wigmore Street, London W1. 16th October 2024. 17:45 As I approach the tall, red brick Victor...

I’m supine, your intention Your hands and touch, melting seduction Soft thigh stretching overhead Your shameless thrill still unsaid Lowering oblivion, light now escaping Above me now is your hesitation Excite me, torment me Teasing perfection As your slickness descends My passion erection This curtain view my mouth must plead The urgent murmurs of my need I drink, taste, inhale, my tongue impaling Your font, your altar,...

She slowly, dutifully, raises herself from her kneeling position, a smile lingering on her moistened lips. Her teeth glisten like polar jewellery, her pupils dark and dilated with excitement. She walks provocatively across the suite and crawls onto the huge, white bed. On all fours, she slowly pads her way across, her bronzed ass swinging like a feline, exaggerating the movement of her hips. She looks back at me, mocking,...

You try to speak, words fail in favour of a gasp. My fingers slide down, slowly, tenderly, intently. My touch makes you shiver. I smile to myself, and you. I have you where I wanted you, desired you, imagined you. I kiss you, hunger and heat, my breath out loud. My tongue, deliberate, wet; its tip finds your place. Involuntary twitch, moan, sigh. Control leaves. Ecstasy arrives. Your fingers, in my hair, scratching, grasp...

Travelling through a hole sideways on an extruded bench. Yes, I’m on the Tube. So, I’m sitting here, on the Jubilee Line if you’re interested, and thinking… is this seating orientation unique? Can you think of another? The lower-deck seats on an old Routemaster bus. Oh yeah, okay then. Most subway trains around the world. Yeah, okay! Whatever. Boy, it’s hot though. The dry, unique ‘underground air’ drifting through the ca...

Hello. I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Harry, a third generation farmer with around sixty acres plus a few cows and pigs. Actually I’m new in the area. I took over managing the farm from my uncle who is now too elderly to run it. Today I’m at the Chawton Livestock Centre, it’s the biggest stock sale for miles around. This auction has an assortment of lots, including pigs, mostly Tamworth’s and Berkshire’s, heifers, and a cou...

Face down. Not asleep. Silence. Dark, almost. Right eye, open. Phone. On table. Reach. Turn it. ALIEN LIGHT ! Burns my retina. 05:33. Wednesday. Move head. To other, side. Left eye, open. Across the bed. Human shape. On side, back to me. Silhouette. Feeble, dawning light. Unfamiliarity. Uncertainty. Wait, who? Ok, now, discomfort. From what, where? Foam pillows? No. Twisted sheet? No. Thirst? Yes, but no. Groin? Yes. In t...

The park where I’m walking the dog is the shape of a lozenge, and will take perhaps twenty minutes to walk around, or maybe five minutes to jog. Today is a chilly but sunny October morning, the leaves have begun to fall, ushering in the arrival of Autumn. I’m strolling along, no rush, and with my hands in my pockets, enjoying the sun’s warmth on my face, and being entertained by the antics of Daisy, my Labrador. It’s a go...