“I bumped into Louise today.”
My fingers stilled in the act of shifting the cursor across my computer screen. I stared at Dane’s reflection in the mirror by the door, making an effort to keep my expression neutral. Within ten seconds of him making that announcement, my mind had run through every possible outcome from such a meeting. Not many of them were good. Continue reading “Something New”
I took the stairs two at a time, heading straight for Laura’s room. I could hear her complaining her ass off downstairs, even though she was at the front of the house and I was right at the back. Yeah, the piece of wood she was holding against the wall was fucking heavy, and that’s why I was taking my time. I enjoyed pissing her off, it was my favourite thing.
“On the bookcase in a unicorn bucket,” I sniggered as I walked through the door. Continue reading “Spank You, Baby!”
I’m lying here, eyes open wide, legs open wider, straining to hear any sounds that might be coming from the room next door. I think I hear a muffled cry but I could be wrong. It wouldn’t be the first time my imagination ran away with me in here.
This room is too white. The walls, blinds, curtains and carpets are all white. Pryde’s Relaxation Centre is so clinical I’m always surprised by the way I feel as soon as I walk in to this particular room. Surprised by how my pussy starts to throb as I follow the instructions on the poster beside the window. Continue reading “Dr Pryde’s Relaxation Centre”
My eyes were on the doors as the bus rolled to a halt at the stop. The three people who always sat in the middle shuffled to the front, and I held my breath, waiting for them to get off and someone else to get on.
A young woman had been getting on at this stop for the past twelve Wednesday nights. She always came to the back of the bus, sitting herself down in the seat that faced mine. I travelled all the way to the terminal, and she got off one stop before it.
Continue reading “The Night Bus”
My laugh died on my lips and I froze, one hand on the lapel of the dinner jacket that covered the broad chest of the guy I’d been flirting with for the last twenty minutes. He glanced over my shoulder, whistled quietly, then after patting my hand for a brief second, he walked away.
I didn’t dare turn around. It had been painfully obvious in the saccharine tone of Astrid’s voice that I’d angered her, and I couldn’t bear to let her see my face. Not because I didn’t want her to see my shame. I felt none of that, nor did I feel contrite.
Continue reading “Candy, Caned”
Autumn is a beautiful season. I’d always loved the way nature seemed to catch fire, everything that was green becoming orange, red and golden as though the world knew it was getting colder so was making an effort to feel warm.
Ever since I was a kid, one of my favourite pastimes had been slipping on a pair of chunky boots, putting on a hat and scarf, and taking a walk through the woods just over the back from my parent’s house. Spotting toadstools, fallen fir cones and conkers never failed to fill me with joy, but not as much as staring up at visible patches of white and blue sky through a canopy of flaming leaves did.
Continue reading “Fallen Leaves”
“Oh my fucking…I’m gonna cum, Lyssa…oh God, yes I’m coming, I’m…aah, aah, aaaaaahahahahahahahaha, it’s coming out of your nose!”
Spitting Scott Denon’s cum – and his cock – out of my mouth, I grabbed the nearest piece of clothing, frantically scrubbing away the white fluid that had splattered down my chin after I accidentally sucked a ton of it up the back of my nose.
Continue reading “Halloween Town Tales No 6 – Haunted History”
Quieting my giggles as my friends and I got closer Richard Sweets’ front gate was hard work, but I managed it. I knew he was watching me. He always did when I came home from work. I felt his resentful eyes on me every time, accusing me, hating me for falling out of love with him, even though he was never around long enough for me to remain in love with him.
Continue reading “Halloween Town Tales No 5 – The Perfect Spell”
Chloe was staring at me again. Staring, and probably scowling, if I knew her, and know her I did. I didn’t even need to look at her to know that her eyes would be dark and demonic, that her arms would be folded over her glorious chest, and that her lips would be pursed so tightly the lower half of her face could pass for an asshole.
Continue reading “Halloween Town Tales No 3 – Body Swap”
Dan stepped off the trail that led to the picnic area at the centre of Ropey Woods, moving in step counted zigzags, heading for the beaten track that was hidden three fallen ash trees in, and just past a sycamore. Continue reading “Three Little Piggies”