FIRST HOUR I’d been lusting after Cloe Simmonds ever since I figured out all the amazing things the package in my pants can do. But she only had eyes for her handball coach. It was damn painful to watch. Luckily, he eventually decided that she wasn’t worth his career. Fool. As soon as he was out of the picture, I swooped in and swept her off her feet with a little help from my dad’s Jag and credit card. It was all worth i...

Arms laced together behind my back; every knot further binding my submission to Him. Prey, present, either or both, I long to be captured and be consumed. The soft silk caresses my body in maddening suspense, curling its way up on my elevated legs. Words of unspoken desire smolder on my lips; I sigh and writhe trying to keep them within. He weaves the ribbon around my sensitive thighs, an enchanting pathway to great delig...

Have you ever had a nightmare when something happens to your sleeping, unconscious body in the physical world and your mind weaves the experience into your nightmare, making them the most realistic, terrifying, disturbing dreams ever? I had a few in my teenage years, and there are two in particular that I remember very vividly. The first one took place when I was around twelve, my pet rat escaped from his cage one night a...

Suddenly all the lights went out in the house and the girls broke out in fits of fake screams and laughter. I didn’t join in for either. Instead, I decided to sneak out for a quick cig, hoping to skip a round of the silly game we were playing. Okay, the whole sexy-scary Halloween truth or dare was originally my idea, but I wasn’t planning on playing it with this bunch. I even wrote most of the provoking questions. The ult...

Becky and Corey met on one of the many kinky dating apps about a year ago. They both had just ended long and dull relationships and wanted nothing serious. They wanted fuckbuddies for occasional great times. Their chemistry seemed to be a perfect match. Becky liked it rough, fresh and exciting and Corey more than enjoyed giving her what she craved. As they explored their likes and dislikes their appetite for deviance grad...

How did we end up here? I haven’t noticed this wall being built Out of bricks of frustration And windows of unfulfilled visions Of the future that could have been.     Silence is heavy And it lingers like toxic fog. Seems to have settled for ever After a torrent of my tears And the thunder of angry words you spoke.     Don’t say another word, They have hurt me enough. They shatter me, because it’s obvious That even after...

Maddie grew up in a small village and has lived nineteen years of her life being a good girl. Unlike all her peers she rarely went out and almost never got drunk. She tried cigarettes when she was sixteen but she saw no fun in the coughing and smelly breath that followed. So it was her first and last time. Having been accepted to her first choice university, she has been studying towards becoming a teacher. She even went...

Here we go again, I think sitting up in bed, No 106 is at it again. It starts like it always does: him bellowing, calling her a slut, her slamming doors, telling him to get out. Muffled talk from her kitchen…Then  the rhythmic squeaking of the bed. Her loud, raw moans entice me to reach into my pyjama bottoms. I’ve seen her before, a pretty little blonde thing. This guy only comes for the night sometimes. Haven’t seen him...

“Here,“ mum said placing the two weathered wicker baskets – probably hand woven by my nan around the Second World War - into my hand. There had to be some sort of sentiment behind them, as she still insisted on using them even though they were coming apart around the rim. “You need to fill at least these two if you want both cherry jam and a cake tomorrow,” she said. “And take that –“ she lowered her voice to a whisper, “...

I’m sitting at the bar, waiting for him. He’s late. I’m drinking our favourite cocktail, sucking on the wedge of orange like I always do. But you’re not here to tell me off for being a tease. I’m nervous. And wet. I’ll probably leave a stain on this plush barstool...He’s just come through the door. Very handsome. Nice choice. Thank you for letting me tick this off my list of fantasies. I promise, it will be a one off. I l...

Train journeys always make me horny. No idea why. Maybe it’s the frequency of the monotonous clacking and rattling of the wheels. Maybe it’s the mellow vibration. I don’t know, but my thoughts always seem to drift into a certain direction. If a cat’s purr have healing power, then I’m sure train rides can have some sort of aphrodisiacal effect. I will have to google that once we’re back to civilization with Wi-Fi. I haven’...

I’m so addicted to you and from time to time I really feel guilty about it. Since I’ve met you I tend to neglect previously important things. Then I take my frustration out on you because, at the end of the day, it is your fault. I used to be in control. I used to be self-disciplined or in your words ‘cold’, but these days you are playing me like a marionette doll and you pull my strings with perverse enjoyment. When we m...

This comedown is worse than after a drug-fuelled night. My mind finds it impossible to adjust to a new, normal day. The bright morning sun breaking through the blinds is unbearable to my eyes and to my soul, that desperately wants to crawl back to that other dark, parallel universe, where time stood still, thoughts and responsibilities seized to exist and the only purpose of my being was to feed the appetite of those rave...

Marriott, Forest Hill, I’ve been here before. Walking past the front desk feels almost like foreplay; I love the guessing eyes of the receptionists on me. My black and nude, lace-trimmed Gucci dress is revealing enough, and my make up is loud but both without being obvious. The guy behind the desk seems to know straight away; women only go up to a room alone, dressed like this for one reason. His amused, faint smile tells...