Oldman Stories

Poppy tossed in bed again, kicking and pulling the covers; it was 2:18, and she could not switch her brain off. Her mind was fixated on the scene in the kitchen, the smacking of her mother's wetness against Uncle Drey's fingers, the desperate and primal way her mother had begged her own brother not to stop, for him to keep pleasuring her. Poppy could still hear the echo of her mother's moans as Uncle Drey had brought her...

The Kiss - Day Two Alessandria woke up early the next morning, determined to present herself differently today. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help the desire to draw Trevor's attention. She ran her fingers through her long, curly brown hair, deciding to leave it down again today, a stark contrast to the usual bun she wore to work. She wondered if she should get some lowlights. 'Would Trevor prefer blonde?' She g...

"Don't be silly; he is an old man. I'm just being neighbourly, darling." Jade said as she gave her husband a peck on the cheek and left their apartment with a plate of hot food. "It's all the time. Doesn't he have kids or grandkids who can check in on him?" Jenson asked his wife. "I don't think so," Jade said as she left. Jenson watched as she disappeared towards the old man's flat across the hall as the front door closed...

Last Tuesday Michelle walked towards the dark car park, failing to notice the large black man in the gloom; Agbagwa had watched and waited since their earlier quarrel. “Kiss me,” he called to her. Michelle turned and embraced him, her lips meeting his. Agbagwa broke away; he began to whisper into her ear, then kissed her again before stepping back. Michelle turned and headed for her car with no memory of what had just hap...