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Not Here To Be Nice - Part One

Lockdown made me a monster - and now I'm ravenous.

2020 - one bizarre fucking year. I’m not going to overstate it, a lot of people had a worse time than me. But it still took a toll. I've been locked down – and like many, it's been in company. We might have all foreseen the strain under which social isola...

RSVP - A Halloween Story

Would you like to attend The Most Fabulous Halloween Party of All Time?

Halloween is supposed to be a spooky and scary time of the year, but this is just weird. I work on Halloween stories all through the year as the ideas come to me, and I keep them in a folder on my computer called– of course– “Halloween.” As it gets closer...

A Friend in Need is a Friend Indeed

No words were ever spoken, and she took my hand and immediately led me to her bedroom.

Jennifer is a good friend that had been going through a fairly nasty divorce. I had known her for many years and had always been attracted to her. She is about 5ft 1in tall and has a body that would make you take a third or fourth glance. She is beautiful...

Thirty Seconds

It’s just that feeling of playing with liquid gold – it’s indescribable.

The thirty seconds doesn’t start with foreplay, nor does it start when your lips slip over the bulbous head of his shiny and erect cock or when you play with his balls and shaft with your tongue; licking and rolling it around in your mouth.  It doesn’t ev...

I hate it when we argue

This poem summarises a bad dream that woke me up several nights ago.

You scared me when we had that tiff By storming out the door You told me that you hated me Don’t love me anymore   I hate it when we argue It always ends the same Both of us spit venom As we try to place the blame   Why do we have to fight Say all the thi...

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That’s What Best Friends Are For Chapter 2

Breanne has some embarrassing experiences over dinner with her new housemates

“You only gave me two plates, Jess.” The nap had been all too short, and now I stood in the middle of the kitchen, still naked on my best friend’s insistence, plates in hands and feeling increasingly awkward. “I know, just put them next to the stove and s...