It’s a good job that I was never gonna get past St Peter at the pearly gates of Heaven, cos if I’d have even half a chance after getting jiggy with this sweet thing last year, well… I’ve quite literally fucked it. Please, don’t pray for me, it was my own doing. I aimed for peak sex toy depravity and I damn well hit it with the Divine Interventions Jackhammer Jesus Dildo. And do you know what? I thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it.
When I got my first taste of sex toys back in the late 90s, nearly everything was ‘flesh tone’ and anatomical. If I was shopping back then with my current experience, I would have had to narrow stuff down by size and texture. But today, sex toys have become an art form, so now I shop with my eyes as well as the preferences of my orifices. Continue reading “Divine Interventions Jackhammer Jesus Dildo Review”
Concealed by shadows in the corner of a spacious room, Magda clutches her robe to her breast. Silence weighs upon her and the rest of the room’s occupants like a heavy blanket, even though more than a dozen robed people have gathered in front of a small dais. Upon it, two men with their heads close together converse in mouthed words and hand gestures. They’re deliberating the fate of a third man, who kneels, head bowed, at the foot of the few short steps leading onto the dais.
Though she knows what the judgement will be, Magda cannot stop her heart from aching. She cannot bring her breathing – or her shivering – under control. Being a part of this preordained event and yet separate from it until her part comes proves to be impossible. She cannot drag her eyes away, does not want to. Every blink is resented for even a heartbeat of not being able to see his profile through the gaps in the curtain of his hair is agony to her. Continue reading “M is for… My Sacrifice”
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It wasn’t the moon casting its frosty light across her face that woke Belle from a deep slumber. Nor was it the winter breeze drifting in through the open window and chilling any exposed skin it could find. In fact, it wasn’t anything discernible at all. It was a feeling deep within her soul, a sense of expectancy strong enough to rouse her even though she had been given a potent sleeping potion which had been carefully prepared for her by the old witch in the wood.
Swinging her feet to the floor, Belle wiggled her toes to alleviate the sting from the cold stone. She padded to the window and knelt on the cushioned seat there, pushing the shutters slowly wider to prevent the tell-tale creak from giving her away. If her father discovered that the potion hadn’t been potent enough, she dreaded to think what lengths he’d go to next time. Continue reading “L is for… La Belle et la Bête”
I watch in dismay as Syd slams his fourth empty pint glass on the pub table and wipes his mouth on his sleeve, before throwing his arms in the air. Bastard has won again. Why it surprises me I don’t know, he wins every bloody week. So far I – the Loser – have had to foot the booze bill for a night, I’ve had to buy pizzas on the way home, and walk to the shops for smokes in the pissing down rain.
Up until tonight, all of our weekly forfeits have been light on awkwardness and heavy on the wallet, mostly because I, the reasonable one, have chosen the tasks. But this week Syd asked if he could choose and, naively, I said yes.
Banging his hand on the table and laughing at me as I sink the last dregs of my pint, Syd starts to chant.
“King for a day, king for a day! Sun up to sun down, I’ll be king for a day!”
Fuck. May God strike me down on the way home to save me from tomorrow. Continue reading “K is for… King for a Day”
With a rock for a pillow, Jacob took up rest on the ground, studying the night sky above him. Oh, the stars! How brightly they shone. How magnificent heaven must be for it to illuminate even its borders with such beauty. Jacob didn’t think he would ever tire of gazing up there, searching for the shining streak that revealed the journeying of an angel, even though he knew it would not happen. He had seen it once, long ago, so he was certain that it wasn’t for a man to see such wonder twice in one lifetime.
Though he wanted to remain awake, to hold on to possibility, Jacob’s eyelids bested him. As the world around him grew darker, he became warmer. Then warmer still, as though he were sitting by a fire at the peak of its intensity. The heat thickened the damp night air, making every breath he took feel like breathing underwater.
For a terrifying moment, Jacob thought he would drown. He was blinded, unable to move, prone and vulnerable on the ground with nothing but his cloak to shield him from these unnatural elements. Panic was seizing control of his heart but then something changed. Continue reading “J is for… Jacob’s Ladder”
With a breathless gasp, Natalie sticks out her tongue, trying to slurp as much of Aaron’s jizz off her chin as she can. Some of it drops onto her tits in big blobs, so she takes them in her hands, pushes them to her face and moans as she sucks all of that salty, gelatinous gunk into her mouth. Though she looks like a champagne and cocktails kind of girl, a pint with a dick chaser is more her style.
Watching with greedy eyes, Aaron wills his cock to harden again and curses it when it won’t. He strokes, tugs, even slaps it in frustration but the thing doesn’t as much as twitch. Not that an erection would have been of much use anyway because Natalie has moved onto Sean. Continue reading “I is for… Insatiable”
The first time I came to Dr Grace’s office I was brought here by my husband, Henry, largely against my will. He’d taken my arm as I’d alighted the carriage outside of the fabric store and held it, quite tightly I might add, as he all but marched me to a squat building at the end of the bustling street.
Once inside, he’d explained to the doctor in hushed tones that I’d become somewhat difficult of late, and he blushed when he confessed that, because the idea of beating me offended his principles, he was having trouble bringing me back into line. The two men had whispered and gestured, peering at me over the rims of their spectacles, their foreheads wrinkled into disapproving frowns as they pondered over what should be done with me.
Dr Grace had given me a tight-lipped look and diagnosed me without even crossing the room. My treatment was decided, I was ushered into a room at the back of the office and there my life had changed. Continue reading “H is for… Hysteria”
I awaken to the sounds of creaking and dripping and the groaning of tired wood. It’s so dark tonight I can barely see past the end of my nose. Not that it matters. I know exactly where I am. I don’t need to see the ocean beneath me to feel the waves. Along with the sun and the breeze, they’re my only constant.
Something I’m not certain of is where in the ocean I am. Thick banks of fog and cloud obscure the stars so I can’t get my bearings by looking up. And my other means of discovering my position doesn’t seem to be available to me. The men I travel with chop and change with each voyage, but their clamour is always the same. Chests of gold, the chests of women, and the distance between them and their desires. Continue reading “G is for… Ghost Ship”
This story is another continuation of my Demonised story. While the original part two, Waking the Fallen (which is also a song title, funnily enough) follows events down into Hell, this piece stays in the belly of the mountain with the Archangel Michael.
Even if my existence was as fleeting as a man’s, I would gladly spend every moment of it just like this. In a cave, deep in the heart of a mountain. Leaning against a wall of rock, an ethereal glow radiating from my very being. Watching a roiling mass of darkness fight and flail as light spreads from my feet to engulf it where it lies, helpless on the floor in front of me.
Oh, he is furious! I don’t think I’ve seen such rage since the First Fall.
Though it did not understand why, the cosmos had trembled the day the Creator fell into a silent contemplation regarding the fate of its most precious – most treacherous – creation. Some felt it like the coming of a storm, others like the death of a star. When the decision was finally made, all of Heaven had become still. It had remained that way until the Morningstar struck the Earth, and then one by one, his sympathisers were cast out. Continue reading “F is for… Fallen Angels”