"Bet you didn't expect me." Kat had taken a one hour detour to get here. It was just something on her list, and long overdue. Today was as good a day as any. "To be honest, no. Who are you again?" "Ha ha." He smiled. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" She frowned. He looked more or less like she remembered him, but not exactly. Handsome, sure, just...sadder. That was probably to be expected. She had been feeling down lately...

Tairrie’s black-varnished nail tapped her second glass of wine impatiently as she watched Katie arrive. The petite trans-girl hurriedly finger-combed her blonde hair and pulled her skimpy white dress as far down her thigh as it would go before entering the restaurant. Little brat is late. Her eyes narrowed when a waiter guided her date to her table, distance no longer hiding the flush in her cheeks nor the subtle smudge o...

The headmaster, Mr. Fuller, did not understand Emma Newell, the girl currently standing before his desk and staring down at him with her large, innocent blue eyes. That was wrong for a start. Over six years in a Catholic girls’ secondary school should have filled any normal person with guilt, yet her flawless face showed not a trace. This, despite the trails of drying cum splattered all over it, with more gelatinous lumps...

To the one who opened my heart With polished words, Then ripped it in two, Walking away as I bled. To the one who parted my legs With irresistible kisses, Stole my innocence, Then fucked another. To the one who returned With excuses on his lips, Thinking I'd forgive him, But weak, I was not. When you're six feet under With dirt on your face, Then I'll pay my respects, Forgive and forget. I'll be the one starting over With...

The air had a liminal edge to it, like the smell of petrichor, or the bite of a crisp wind heralding a new season. The urgency of night slowly fading with the impending sunrise was like the ticking of an explosive hidden somewhere in the dark cloudy curtain of the sky. Paolo and Enrique were walking hand in hand just chatting and enjoying the walk and each other’s company. Paolo was young, scruffy, with a wiry, short body...

All day, I had the feeling that someone undead was following me, but I thought I was just being paranoid, because of what had happened when I first met Wolfie. Just thinking about him made me smile and made my heart flutter.I turned around, as I neared the cemetry to visit my Mother, who had died a year ago, from lung cancer. I came to visit her grave every other month. I couldn't see anyone as daylight was beginning to t...

Dark, scary graveyard or safe, well lit road? Which route to take home seemed like a clear cut choice but the shortcut through the grave yard was so much quicker. Oh screw it! What could possibly go wrong? I pushed open the gate and started along the path. The full moon climbed high in the sky casting an ethereal glow to light my way, bright enough to cast shadows. The summer night was cool but not cold. Crickets chirped...

    Darkness surrounded me as I sat in the grave year waiting for jack. It was a warm fall night and the stars were shining in the black sky overhead. He was late. Out of nowhere he had called me and had told me that he needed to see me. I had come at the given time but where was he? I was growing impatient as I looked around into the darkness of the cemetery      “Sorry to keep you waiting” I heard a voice form behind me...

One warm evening in the late spring before our GCSE exams (the supposedly important exams we have to take in the UK the year we turn sixteen), I was at my half-Japanese girlfriend Lucy’s house after school. She was on her knees, grinning up at me with her dark eyes from under her fringe, about to pull my trousers down to give me a blowjob, when her mum walked in. My back was to the door, and Lucy managed to pretend she wa...