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...

I feel so demeaned, kneeling and lapping the Sauvignon Blanc out of the bowl like a dog. I glance up at Chloe sitting at the breakfast bar, swilling the wine in her glass as she contemplates me. She sees me looking at her so she smirks and spreads her legs. I am rewarded with a glimpse of a cartoon giraffe on the front of her pair of panties. The damp patch around the giraffe’s cartoon nose is so incongruous and pulls me...

My mind is a mess as I start preparing dinner. I can’t believe how close it came to Derek catching me in bed with his sixteen-year-old daughter and her school friend. On top of that, the realisation that he is going away for a few days scares me. I’m beginning to realise just how cold and calculating Chloe is. I’ve also come to realise that she has me right where she wants me. I have no control. I have no say in anything...

I stare up, open mouthed at Chloe and her friend Ashely standing over me. Ashley is attempting to stifle the giggles after hearing me confess to cumming in my knickers at work but Chloe just smirks at me. It is at that point that I realise just how short both girl’s skirts are. My eyes are drawn up their legs and I can see a glimpse of their knickers. Today Chloe is in ‘Hello Kitty’ panties. But Ashley? Fuck. She is weari...

The alarm wakes me up with its excessive buzzing at 5:35am. I groan and push my head under the pillow while my husband gets up for the thrice weekly 6am 5km run part of his mid-life crisis. I hear the front door slam and his car start up and drive off down the gravel drive. Why he doesn’t get up fifteen minutes earlier and run the kilometre or so to where he meets his fellow runners, I don’t know. I asked him once and he...

I spend all day Tuesday waiting for a ring of the doorbell, but nothing. No redheaded teenage temptress darkens my door. I can’t decide if it was a good thing or a bad thing. Aoife has become a bit more outgoing and has dinner with us. I attempt to find out who the boy is but am shot down every time. By the time Friday comes around, I’m bracing myself for another confrontation but she doesn’t even ask if she can go out. S...