It was a Saturday afternoon, sometime around three. The house was quiet in that eerie way it only gets when you know no one’s coming home for a while. My parents had left the night before on some weekend getaway. I had the whole place to myself until Sunday night. I knew exactly what I wanted to do with that time. We’d been talking about it for a couple weeks. Just over text, never in person. I think we were both afraid t...

Jack realised he’d got lost the third time around the inner expressway, as he passed once again the squat, redbrick shape of an old factory building now converted into a set of high-rent apartments. He cursed the road ahead, unable to switch lanes because of a grey Volkswagen on his inside and a blue flatbed on his outside. The gaping maw of an underpass sucked him in once again as orange roof lights cast the dashboard in...

The night air in your backyard is thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming night jasmine, the stars above burning like scattered embers against a velvet sky. A faint breeze rustles the leaves of the old oak at the edge of your property, its branches clawing at the darkness. You stand on the dew-slick grass, barefoot, the cool blades tickling your soles, drawn outside by an inexplicable pull—a hum in your chest, a w...

Chapter Eight: Stick That Butt in My Butt “Mummy, I’ve brought Mikey home with me!” called Harriet, as she exhaled her final lungful of smoke, flicked her cigarette butt into an empty flowerbed in the front garden, and strode in through her front door. “Oh how lovely, cuntling!” replied Genevieve Danes. She was in the living room, stepping purposefully up and down on her husband’s prone body, naked bar her stilettos, whic...

Friday lunchtime, we placed our last order with the last wine company on Pam's list. All the wines we'd purchased were excellent. We set off for Champagne. I knew we wouldn't make it tonight as it was a seven-hour drive from where we were. We were driving not on the French Motorways but on the regular main roads. It was an interesting drive as the villages and towns we passed through all had character. The countryside was...

Chapter 5 – The Claiming “You’ve done well, Katrina,” Papa Cain’s voice rumbled low and reverent. Without warning, his strong hands gripped her hips and lifted her effortlessly from the cold stone floor. She stood trembling in his grasp, knees weak, heart hammering wildly beneath her ribs. Slowly, deliberately, he reached up and untied the silk blindfold. Light flooded her eyes again—harsh and unforgiving. As her vision c...

I decided to have sex with Justin. It was not a decision I took lightly and one I thought about, but in the end, I decided I wanted the boy, and since my husband was going to allow me to do it, I thought, why not? I was also curious about what it would be like to have sex with another person. Another thing that encouraged me to have sex with Justin was that when I told my decision to my husband, Patrick refused to have se...

The Palmer kids had been too peaceful. Normally, Isabella would’ve been grateful. Tonight, though, she needed a distraction. She just graduated from high school and wondered what the future would hold for her as a transgender woman. Now that the kids were in bed, her mind had nowhere else to turn apart from rumination about what lay ahead for her. She hopped onto the plush living room couch and sat back, alone with her th...

After my adventure as a slutty sissy schoolgirl, a switch in my brain had flicked. Perhaps it was all the dick I had been made to suck that night, but the day afterwards, I went online and bought myself a small pink chastity cage, a dildo, and a new douche. I had also bought a trio of metal butt plugs of different sizes. On the base of the largest plug, it had the word 'SLUT' enamelled in big bold letters. In the same sho...