"The playground is closed for resurfacing, the kids are running around the field, and I'm freezing my butt off on the bench." "I'll warm it up when you get home." "Isn't it how we went off track yesterday having a five-minute bathroom quickie instead of the planned all-nighter?" "Blame your new, super tight running leggings." "I blame you! Also, for my sore throat. I'm sucking on Halls, sweets, wondering how this honey-me...

“Yes, it was fucking amazing, but not as out of this world as you make it out to be. It’s not like I haven’t had it that rough before." “Liar! I saw your face. Fucking hell! I never heard you howl like that before. I came just watching you." His eyes were burning me at the stake. Not for lying, but because the savage they created was deserving of such fate. My lips curled into a cautious smile; I've been banned from regul...

She had been waiting for me by the park entrance at 7:30, like every morning, with clockwork precision. Her long blonde locks were embellished with thousands of fresh snowflakes, sparkling like diamonds and glitter in the faint lemon-cream morning light. Wearing her cute polar bear earmuffs and white puffer jacket she was almost at one with the snow covered scenery. When she saw me rushing towards her around the corner, s...

Fun fact: I've written this one only a day apart from 'Mirror, Mirror' which is the complete opposite of this story. I always find it shocking how my mind can swing from one extreme to the other. Certain people in my life are really lucky that sometimes writing is my only outlet. To J. - till we meet again. I wait for him by the heavy, carefully closed curtains, furthest away from the door where he enters. His otherwise c...

“Oi, come upstairs, I need my cock sucked,” the message from hubby reads. Who can say no to such an invitation? I cannot. Not under the current circumstances. So, here I am, on my knees, at his service - took me less than a minute. He greets me right by the door - his trousers and boxers casually on his knees - with a very hard cock in my face. He also has his favourite black cock strap on, which means two things: 1., he...

Saturday mornings are very popular and busy in this house. We have a pancake breakfast tradition, usually with a whole pack of hungry sleepover kids joining. I always make double, sometimes triple portions. Once in a while, when the stars are aligned, I slept at least six hours or some other miracle happens, I whip up waffles instead. Not that they are any more difficult to make but I have a proper American cast iron waff...

A few people requested a longer version of my Halloween micro story and back then I was really in a full-on Autumn fun mode so I've written this in a few days. Since then I lost interest and just couldn't bring myself to finish it. It would have been a pity to completely abandon it though, so I literally forced myself to sit down and tie it up. I feel, because of that, it doesn't flow effortlessly in places like it should...

This one, like most of my stories, started as a micro and maybe works best till about halfway. After that, I do not take responsibility for my characters’ actions. Girls just wanna have fun, you know. Shrouded in misty shades of midnight, lace and chiffon clouded her delicate frame like coastal fog. Mesmerised, I suddenly lost my appetite for the pumpkin flapjacks I was nibbling on. Her pull was like a black hole to my ch...

I was about to close a huge and heavy chapter of my life. But it has been pointed out to me that before I skip away into the tangerine sunset of my new life, there are a few issues that probably need addressing. (And I'm not talking about my body hang-ups). And who’s better for that purpose, than one’s favourite ex-personal trainer. This story started as a fun flash, but as usual, grew to something much much bigger. I hop...

"You like ‘em big?" My husband flirts with the blondie trying to haul an orange behemoth into her wheelbarrow. It seems she popped a few buttons of her plaid flannel in the process. "Aah surr' do." Her country-girl accent and dirty smile is pure temptation. "Got monster ones in the barn for the fair, wanna see 'em?" When I ask the price of those and she rakes her chocolate manicured nails on my husband’s denim-caged monst...

“You know me, I don’t make a big deal out of my birthdays.” “And you know me, how I think that’s just fucking boring!” So I made the best cake he could ever waste on his unsophisticated taste buds and served it the best way my one track mind could conjure. (In case you're wondering I used coconut oil on my butt to make it fit the part, but that's another story.) Oh and I invited a few guests too, because why not? We ought...

Heavy set of keys crash-land on granite island, her thunderous tone is cue for trouble. “Kitt-en! That’s a £200 champagne you've ruined with cheap fruit. Your naughty bottom just earned a spanking tonight.” Love-heart paddle turns my butt tender and red like the cherry on top of her Kir Royale. Sweetened with the promise to drink the rest off her delicious body, I’d endure anything. “I have a confession to make,” she purr...

I used to love Christmas parties in my previous job working at an office. Those were my kind of people: down-to-earth, chatty, witty. The Christmas party was just one of the many excuses to get together, get shit-faced, giggle and dance through the night. Now, I’m a freelancer and on top of having to do my own taxes and pay my own pension, I really do miss those work dos. So, I decided that unlike many previous years I wi...

You know. Of course, you know. You knew - at least subconsciously – when I slipped out of bed an hour ago, taking the shorter but more difficult route, over your hot, half naked body, ‘accidentally’ straddling your thigh en-route. My own body heat and wetness between my legs would have given me away. Of course, you were still in slumber land, murmuring something incoherent in your sleep. I couldn’t really make out whether...

Fifteen inches. No, no oh no, it’s not what you think. That size? Does it even exist? Do I even want to know? Do I even want to imagine what can and cannot be done with that size? No, I’m just talking about a ruler, a forty-centimetre or fifteen-whatever-inches ruler, which I’ve just found clearing out an old cupboard. I always had a thing for rulers and unknowingly hoarded a large collection of them throughout the years....