She ruined men. If they were lucky. She didn’t want a protector, handyman, or a sugar daddy. She wanted to fuck. Always. Her amorous ardour was raucous. She lived like a dance, her voice an intoxicating rhythm that filled whichever floor she graced. In he...
The match only reached its seventh minute, but the whole audience could tell that it was about to end. The ring’s mat was stained by multiple drops of blood, which came from the swollen face of a male boxer on his knees. He looked down and panted with des...
What a mysterious girl you are wrapped in your velvet boots Whose skin tastes like wine As kisses get lost in the shadows of the divine With the sensation of soft succulent petals In a warm summer's rain. And yet you are my femme fatale Fiery amber nights...
The whirring fan was a triumph of optimism over effectiveness, not a skerrick of breeze cut through the treacly mugginess shrouding my skin. That humidity, redolent of molasses, mango, and frangipani, continually asked: Always the outsider in this fugging...
I’ve been with more men than I’d care to admit. Maybe one was too many. Fuck free love. Love had nothing to do with the games I was forced to play. I said forced but it’s not like anyone put a gun to my head, at first. I said games because like they say,...
26/06/10 11:26 GMT Carlotta— Right. Couple of developments since yesterday, both mildly problematic. Work is required on more than one front. Well, it keeps a guy focused. Neely called earlier, trying hard to sound calm and measured, but most definitely f...
Even the sexy, blond stripper masturbating herself over my cock didn’t merit cracking a smile. By all accounts, I should have been filled with glee, downright fucking jovial. I just wasn’t. She rode my lap like a saddle, her thighs gripping my legs tightl...
12/06/10 21:18 GMT (extract) Well, Carlotta— There are few things which set the blood coursing to one’s dick more urgently than contemplation of deflowering a feisty young virgin—one who has kept her hymen intact for reasons of religion. I hadn’t consider...
The taxi chauffeured me across town. The low-class pushers, prostitutes, and criminals disappeared along with the sirens, replaced by a much higher quality of pushers, prostitutes, and criminals. The ever-present, evening rain beat down on the pavement, s...
In Sintropolis, you don’t need to go looking for trouble; it walks right through your office door. The day began like most, the timid sun barely peeking out from behind the morose clouds to shed a few watts of luminance onto the concrete and steel spires....
There could never be a Silver Bullet Quite efficient enough for the likes of Scarlett. She would have already calculated angle, trajectory and speed For the most efficient of her brontide crescendos. The reducing flame for Cadmium is grey and opaque. How...
