Flash Fiction
Sienna, a color from earth; if it were a spice it would be as pungent as cinnamon. Sienna floats through her head as his...
She does her best to keep me happy and well fucked, but there’s one need she just can’t fulfil — my craving for cock. And when...
It is a little cabin by a lake. When I saw it online I knew it was perfect. Somewhere for us to step out...
You have been giving me that look all night; that carnal gaze across the room that nobody notices but me. Our new home is...
The garden was lush and alive with bird song and the scent of jasmine. Our cottage was in the back with a large gardenia...
Now you all know by now that I write from the heart — or maybe a little further south — but I often get asked to interpret other...
It was a seriously rainy day with the wind driving the rain in long grey curtains down the beach. The mountains above the town...
It was the middle of the night. Jessa and I were lying in bed, sound asleep. I was suddenly awoken by lights and the...
My Master had taken me out to a pretentious event earlier that evening. Now, back at his place, we could finally be ourselves. His...
I wasn’t expecting to see him again. This unsuitable boy — as a bitchy Londoner, I’d call him a pikey; you might say tinker, or knacker,...
