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naughtyannie
5 hours ago
Bisexual Female, 34
0 miles · London

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My creative outpouring over the last couple of months continues!

Following on from my poem "If You Go Down In The Woods Today" I've continued to be inspired by the thought of what might be going on in the cruising area of my local woods.

My new story is simply called "Cock", and is a kinky little tale of how a voyeur hoping to watch some gay sex gets more than he bargained for when he finds himself reluctantly persuaded to get a little closer to the action.

I hope you enjoy it.
I had so many great comments about my Microfiction competition story that I was inspired to write another piece, set in the same "story universe", though not formally linked to it.

You can read it by following this here link - "A Lift Home".

Thanks to those who've already popped by and left some great comments, including:

"I love everything about your story (and the cover picture)! It's viciously and deliciously dirty." (Sheherazade)

"Another very subversive piece of utter filth. Loved it." (TheTravellingMan)

"Oh so deliciously naughty... The picture is perfect and that last killer line is so perfect" (Deviantsusie)

"You definitely live up to your username because this was naughty as hell." (CarltonStJames)

Sadly, the anonymous person who scored it a "1" was too cowardly to reveal their identity by leaving a comment, though if they had it would presumably have read something like "I hate you and all your crappy stories. Fuck off and die".

Or maybe they didn't have time, because their mother had just called them out of their bedroom for dinner .
*pokes head round door*

Did I leave my credit card here last night?

Black coffee please...
And, by way of apology for cluttering up the thread with all these posts, I've left my credit card behind the bar. The drinks are on me!

Until my credit runs out...
Quote by RumpleForeskin

Annie, it is a weirdness how some times we sweat and strain over a story that gets, at best, a good but not great reception. Then something we knock off while waiting on the water to boil wins accolades, blue ribbons, contests, and assorted 'Atta boys' from other writers.

Just more proof that the old flying fickle finger of fate works in strange and mysterious ways, imo.



Thank you, mine host! All these nice people are keeping my glass full, so I'm feeling much more cheerful now.

I've decided that the accolades from my readers are what really matters, and I've had some lovely ones.

And, as I said in reply to someone else, Terry Pratchett was never nominated for the Booker Prize, and it never did him any harm.