As she fell through the front door she could feel the paranoia in the back of her mind, tapping at her insecurities; she was certain she had left it too long. Now in the privacy of her own home Milly … Continue reading
I am at a loss as to what kind of warning I should put at the beginning of this piece. Suffice to say it was not written with any intent to arouse – as much of my work is. This … Continue reading
The building was just three floors. Three floors, three apartments apiece. Nine little habitats. Discounting her own dusty corners, that made for eight possible sources. Eight abodes which, from brief glances through left-open front doors were all fairly similar. Dingy, … Continue reading
Don’t you just love it when you put on your finery and go out to a gorgeous club in Soho, intending to behave like a lady, and by midnight girls are being spanked in well lit corners and the dance … Continue reading
His eyes glittered – mischievous and meticulous – in the dim light. She lowered her book and looked down at him, sat at the end of their bed, between her pink toenailed feet. Their relationship was comfortable, warm, close. She … Continue reading
Three years in, we are old news. Hardly news in fact. Comfortable, close, easygoing. We have routine, schedules, plans. In essence, the shine is gone. The newness. We are no longer squeaky-clean. Perfect white, besides snow, looks grey nowadays. But … Continue reading
Darling, I didn’t want to wake you, but I need to run something by you before you go to work… I’ve been thinking a lot about us. About our marriage. About our home… About our sex life. Thank you for … Continue reading
“Listen.” Awake, suddenly, gasping damp breaths against his sweaty palm. Panther-poised, positioned to pounce, he pinned me down. Eyes glanced bright in the golden streetlamp light, his face raised, his expression, above me, gleeful and alert. He held me there, … Continue reading
I slid my fingers over her dew damp hip and whispered into her open ear. “Concupiscent.” Savoured the word, rolled it around on my tongue and saw her mouth imitate the shapes, soundlessly. A single gasp rippled across her lips … Continue reading
For months, four months to be exact, we, the two of us, together, jointly, considered invitations, venues, musicians, photographers, churches, flowers, groomsmen, bridesmaids, rings, etcetera, et-fucking-cetera. The dress was my domain; the tuxedo, his. Easier for him in that respect, … Continue reading
