Short Story
It’s 8pm on Sunday and I’m crying in the cereal aisle. Let’s rewind. I’ve been married for five years. One of those was wedded bliss....
There’s just enough of a breeze to shift the curtains. I look down at the patchwork pattern of tile roofs and beyond, the glimmer...
Arnold rushed out of his home and into his Buick, keyed in the ignition and screeched out of his driveway like the devil was...
I’ve had sex with a lot of girls in my day. I love pussy of all shapes, sizes, and colors. But I will never...
Angela’s slave Isla is always a good girl, even when Angela is making her do very bad things. I told you about one of...
I have a freaky couple next door for neighbours. How freaky, you ask? Almost every night they’re having sex, and their bedroom is right behind...
My name is Bob. I’m in my mid-forties with hair already starting to grow bald, and I’ve got a paunch midriff, too. I work...
“Can u talk?” I thought of her at her desk in the dingy back room of the tool hire shop. A thousand Ks away in...
“How do those cuffs feel?” I ask. “Tight enough?” Your eager eyes look up at me. You are bursting with anticipation. I press down on...
It’s been four weeks since I hooked up with my gorgeous gay friend Rafael, who turned out not to be as exclusively gay as...
