Narcissistic Fairy Tale

I have a secret. I’ve kept it ever since I was eighteen, and I’m forty-eight now. Not even once have I considered sharing it. Nobody would believe me if I did. Hell, sometimes I don’t even believe it, I’ve managed to convince myself that it’s all in my head many a time. But then I’m faced with it again and I can’t deny that it’s real. Implausible, fantastical, but absolutely real.

You’re probably wondering what my secret is, and do you know what? I think that now…yes, I am ready to divulge it now… Continue reading “Narcissistic Fairy Tale”

Joshua’s First

If you’ve been following my vampire series, you may recognise Joshua’s name. You, like me, may also be wondering just who in the hell Joshua actually is. Well, he revealed himself to me tonight, so here’s the first glimpse at mister elusive himself.

It’s not often that I sleep, but when I do, I dream. I wander through the corridors of my long history, peering through cracks in open doors and through keyholes in closed ones, acknowledging my past triumphs and failures before moving on.

But sometimes I come across that door. It’s always open. And behind it is a memory I find irresistible. It’s such a perfect balance of intent and accident, of worst and best mistake ever made, that I’ve never been able to resist giving my sleeping self over to it… Continue reading “Joshua’s First”

We Wouldn’t Dare

This story is the third instalment of my ongoing vampire series. Before you read it, check out Part 1 and Part 2 if you haven’t already. CW: all three stories contain much blood, murder, and other gloriously gory things.

Goddammit, I hate being in this frigging club. Black’s is one of those places that’s too shiny for me. Everywhere you look there’s silver metal, black glass and red crystal. Velvet upholstery that matches the red drapes that match the oval rugs that stand out like beads of blood against gleaming black marble floors. Which is exactly what they’re supposed to look like. It’s as if the card holding members aren’t already fucking ravenous enough in club owner, Bartholomew Black’s opinion. Continue reading “We Wouldn’t Dare”

For the Sake of a Pretty Face

I can’t live without her. That I know for sure. I tried once, and I failed. Back then she’d left of her own accord, just for a while, but this time she was taken from me. Too soon, too quickly for me to do anything more than scream impotently at God for his cruelty.

But I didn’t remain impotent for long. As has long been my motto I thought, fuck God, and snatched her right back. Continue reading “For the Sake of a Pretty Face”

Bleed All Over Me

This story is the continuation of a previously posted piece. Before you read this instalment, check out A Pain in the Neck if you haven’t already. CW: both stories contain much blood, murder, and other gloriously gory things.

Is there any point in being quiet? As I kick in the door of another addict shack, I tell myself no. Those who should be running know I’m coming. They’d have caught my scent the second I entered the city. And yet, every single one of the five dealers in the place has remained. I smell them. I hear the way their thick, dead blood crawls sluggishly through their veins.

Are they arrogant or stupid? That’s the question I’m asking myself as I step over the husk of what had once been a trendy young man. Judging by the designer logo on his shirt, the lips still plump from fillers, and the expensive shoes on his feet, he’d come from money. Will he be missed? Might his death be the death that finally begins the conversation every fucking person in power is afraid to have? Continue reading “Bleed All Over Me”

#StoryIn12 – Voyage


I’m turning my #StoryIn12 tweets into 500(ish) word blog posts! Some will be sexy, some won’t, but all of them will feature my tweet in full and unbroken.

I’d never been a fan of the sea. Getting green about the gills just didn’t float my boat. But I’d swim to the ends of the earth and back again to catch my quarry, so I was sitting at the ship’s bar, nursing my third Highball and ignoring the way my gut rolled each time The Dolly encountered a wave. Continue reading “#StoryIn12 – Voyage”

What Happened Last Night?

Night sky over a sports field with a cartoonish UFO's spotlight illuminating a wegde of grass

When I wake up I’m cold and alone. I push myself up from my bed of damp grass, rubbing my head, trying to focus my blurred vision. Where the hell am I? I look ahead, behind, side to side. Clapped out, wooden stands. Bent goal posts. How the fuck did I end up in the local football grounds? What happened to me last night?

A series of shivers streak through me, so violent my teeth rattle with them. It isn’t until after they fade that I realise that I’m freezing. I can feel grass tickling my thighs. A worm squirming against the sole of my foot. A more pressing question than how did I get here is why the fuck am I half naked? Continue reading “What Happened Last Night?”

#StoryIn12 – Cherry

I’m turning my #StoryIn12 tweets into 500(ish) word blog posts! Some will be sexy, some won’t, but all of them will feature my tweet in full and unbroken.

I watch Daisy pad barefoot across the lawn in my folks’ back garden, trying my best not to laugh. She’s moving so carefully, so stiffly, people are asking her if she’s alright. They get nods. A dismissive wave of a hand accompanied by mutters of ‘I’m fine.’ They get a string of lies because she isn’t fine at all. Continue reading “#StoryIn12 – Cherry”

#StoryIn12 – Enlarge

Run by the awesome Molly Moore and Wriggly Kitty#StoryIn12 is the latest meme to take Twitter by storm. A daily prompt is posted every morning and all and sundry are invited to write a 12 word story that includes it. Some of my offerings have taken root in my head and are insisting that they be turned into blog posts at the very least. So I’ve challenged myself. I’m gonna turn each of my twelve word stories into 500(ish) word stories that may or may not be erotic. Here we go… Continue reading “#StoryIn12 – Enlarge”

Having Her Cake

I come home in the middle of the night to find Junie standing in front of the fridge. Both of its doors are wide open. Her hands are resting on the top shelf and her head is bowed. Every time we get any semblance of a summer she can be found in the kitchen, cooling herself.

But watching her doesn’t cool me down any. No, it does the opposite. Especially right now when the only light in the room is coming from the fridge. It shines through her chiffon robe, making a silhouette of her gorgeous body. Gaze following her shape, I see side-boob. Two soft rolls. Large, wide hips that I know still bare bruises from my fingers, a fleshy ass that I know is covered in welts from the cane I whacked her with yesterday. Continue reading “Having Her Cake”