Tiny, shiny, bity snaps of steel…
Flash fiction for this week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt, Two. She’s wed to them. Two tiny, shiny, bity snaps of steel. And they certainly love her as much as she loves them. Their touch is constant,...
View ArticleFucking virgins
When you tell me you’re a virgin, I hate you for it. Not because you sound a little smug, though you do. I just hate the idea of having to treat you gently and carefully. Because you’re bestowing this...
View ArticleIt’s just sex…
This week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt is The boss’s dinner… God, this is so fucked up, she said. I can’t see you anymore. I can’t not see you, he said. Really. I fucking can’t not see you. But what if…?...
View ArticleFigs. Cunts. Red. Sweet. Swollen.
I dream of figs. And cunts. Until I can’t tell the difference. Ripe, fecund fruit. Red and sweet, swollen. Soft and tender, I press my tongue against flesh. Take a deep breath. Take a bite. Musk and...
View ArticleOde to my favourite sex toy – a true story
She pulls the compacted grass free of the rotary blade, feeling a surge of self-satisfaction at having sorted the problem for herself. But as she moves her hand, the blade hisses into action,...
View ArticleThe Introduction
The moment she introduced us, I knew you would be the one. I knew from the sweet stirrings in my cunt that you’d find your way there. I knew from the tingling in my lips that I’d come to love the taste...
View ArticleTell me lies, tell me sweet little lies…
Tell me lies. Go on, tell me your best lies. I can guarantee I will have heard them before, out of a mouth just like yours. Sensuous lips with a cruel curl. An easy smile that convinces me when I want...
View ArticleBar the Door
If there was one thing I would never have imagined for my life, that would be having a reputation for writing zombie erotica! How the fuck did that happen? (Believe me, it’s a long story…) But when...
View ArticleAs salty as his cum…
The tear that ran down her cheek was as hot on her skin as his touch used to be. As it passed the corner of her lip, her tongue slid out to intercept it. It was salty, as salty as his cum used to taste...
View ArticleWhen love leaves…
When love took its leave, what was she left with? The crackle of dried leaves underfoot, turning to brittle dust. The dregs from the bottom of the wine bottle, scouring her tongue and leaving a bitter...
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