Under the desk Stories

The End. She drops the kinky quill, satisfied it's her best writing yet. Her clamped thighs relax, and he unsticks his face from her puss. His face is glazed, crusting from days of drawing out her creativity, one laborious lick at a time. His mouth, thankfully, had taken over after his penis collapsed in its hard-fought last spurt. His member dangles lifeless, raw and swollen from its exhaustive service to the cause. Who...

Return to Clare ‘As one door closes and another door opens’ as the saying goes and to say that I was living that saying would not be too far a stretch of the imagination. To put you in the picture, it was just over six months ago (November 2013 to be more precise) that I was made redundant from my accountancy position which was quite a set back for me on a number of fronts, as it is for most people. Fortunately I had been...