“Hey, Babe, I was thinking of having a few friends over for drinks.” My girlfriend, Naoise, looks up from her phone. She gives me one of her killer smiles. Her green eyes sparkle. “That sounds cool, Miss. We haven’t had a party of ages” “Well, not really a party, just a few drinks,” I assure her. I pull off my blouse and let my skirt fall to the floor. “I’m just gonna take a shower.” As the hot water cascades over my skin...

Carolyn slipped down the alleyway. She lifted the hem of her long lace dress to avoid the puddles. Her riding boots splashing through the pools of water left after the recent rain. She stopped outside the dark red wooden door and after glancing both ways, knocked a quick rat-a-tat-tat on the door. An old man peered around the door when it was finally unlocked. He ran his eyes over Carolyn, taking in the top hat and goggle...

Big tits define you. Everything is sexual. No matter how smart, No matter how qualified, All they see is a slut with big tits. ( . )( . ) Everything revolves around your big tits; Eating, typing, or hoovering the car. Buying clothes is a pain. Nothing fits. There’s a big tits tax you have to pay Every time you need a new top or bra. ( . )( . ) Every step makes them bounce Every bounce says they are right. You are a walkin...

Marie tried to put the bar out of her mind. She didn’t need Cassidy fighting for space in her head when she had Bernadette to focus on. Marie had made several excuses, so Bernadette wouldn’t come around until the bruises that Cassidy and her friends had left on her had faded. The one on her tit was the last to fade. Marie was sad to see it go. It had been a visual reminder, something real to help her remember as she mastu...

Back when I was a student studying for my masters, money was tight. I was working as many hours as I could manage but since the Masters programme was self-funded, I was struggling to keep on top of the bills. It came to a head one Thursday night. I’d gone straight from a seminar class to the restaurant and worked the evening shift. The final straw was when another waiter came out the wrong door and banged into me, causing...

It was the nose ring that first attracted me to her. I’d always had a thing for body piercings and adornments. Nipple piercings were becoming de rigueur and even the blandest suburban housewives-to-be were beginning to sport them under tight dresses. I wanted someone who had at least a smidgen of understanding of what it meant to be alternative. It was pitifully easy to seduce her. We were at a birthday party in an enormo...

Driving home, I light the cigar and savour its unique flavour. I don't care about cigars being rolled on the thighs of virgins. I think back to my secretary, Julieta, bent knickerless over my desk with her skirt around her waist like a belt. Her pussy glistening as I tease her clit. After pushing the unlit cigar into her, creamy nectar coating the leaves, I'd let it dry out on the desk while we fucked. In the office after...

As soon as Marie met Sarah after work one day, she couldn’t wait to tell her all about her new relationship with a gorgeous girl she’d met in a book shop. Marie gushed about how Bernadette was just her type, a girly girl, all feminine and pretty. She told Sarah how they’d gone for a drink after meeting at a poetry reading in the local library, and how one thing led to another, and Marie had ended up doing the walk of sham...

“Come on, Ali, you can’t hide in your room for ever.” Alison swept her long blonde hair back from her face and stared up at her flatmates, Debbie and Sarah. “Fine,” she agreed. “I’ll come out for one.” “That’s my girl,” Sarah laughed as she grabbed Alison’s hand and pulled her up from her chair. “You’ve been studying too hard. You need to relax and let go every once in a while.” Alison nodded. Ever since her boyfriend of...

I balance the pile of student essays in the crook of my arm as I open my office door. I manage to make it to the desk without dropping them and dump them on top of another pile I collected yesterday that I haven’t managed to start correcting either. I slump into my chair, feeling drained already. My husband, John, had had another restless night with the alarm going off on the ventilator half the night, and I wasn’t feelin...

I remain frozen on the bed, maybe slightly confused as to why Clodagh hung up so soon but I’m drinking in the teenage perfection of the redheaded temptress standing naked in the doorway. When she crawls onto the bed and runs her tongue up my leg from ankle to inner thigh, I forget all about Clodagh’s strange behaviour and lie back to luxuriate as Katie’s tongue sends pulse after pulse of pleasure direct to my core. Eventu...

I don’t sleep well that night. I sleep fitfully. The image of Derek’s face on Chloe’s phone screen, watching me as Chloe’s friend fucks me and calls me a dirty fucking whore fills my dreams. And then Chloe’s announcement that her plan all along was to make her Dad realise I was a cheating whore so he’d dump me and go back to Chloe’s mother. I lie there in the dark, waiting for the dawn, still not believing how vindictive...

Once her Miss discovered how wet she got when turned on, and that embarrassment aroused her, and humiliation caused her to drip even more, she was named Puddles. She was called Puddles when shopping, in front of their friends, anywhere it would humiliate her, knowing all the while the effect it was having. Puddles was constantly like a bitch in heat. Puddles degraded herself more and more. In time, she was no longer a wom...

Katie doesn’t call around on Tuesday. I spend the whole day on edge and get nothing done. Friday morning, I watch Clodagh pack her weekend bag and give her a long, languid kiss at the front door before she heads to work. She’ll go straight from work to the train station and catch the train to Dublin to be ready for the conference on Saturday morning. By the time I come in from work on Friday afternoon, Aoife and Katie are...

I am on all fours on my marital bed and my stepdaughter, Chloe has just scrawled the word WHORE across my ass, using the buttplug shoved in my rectum as the O. Not for the first time, I wonder, “How has this happened?” Chloe reaches for and grips the plug with her fingers. She tugs on it once more, stretching my puckered star. I whimper with shame. It comes out with a faint pop, and I feel surprisingly empty as she places...