‘I tell you what you are, you are the Bonnie to my Clyde,’ he says as he takes a deep drag on his cigarette, and I curl my fingers around the hairs on his chest. I would find this quite endearing, romantic even, but I know I must let this lunatic go. He is no good for my psyche and Clyde should come with a health warning to any female within a three-mile radius. He is a bastard, and, in all honesty, his behaviour and atti...

Marriage means a lot of things to a lot of people. Traditional marriage works for some and I thought that was the kind of marriage I was signing up for. After all, Cynthia and I had followed the traditional route to marriage. We had a traditional wedding and everything. We lived in a trendy suburb of San Antonio. We had followed the traditional motto relating to working hard, saving, and retiring early. So here we are in...

They were married for seven years and still in love, but the mystery for him was gone and he was bored, although he would never admit it. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her but he also couldn’t control his urges for the unknown. He’d never had a blonde or redhead before, and there were so many sexual fantasies he still wanted to try but Jennifer was far too lady-like and had been talking about starti...

Got the letter today. Guess what? Third time ain’t the damn charm… still not a Super. Dear Applican’t, (is probably what they wanted to write), after careful review of an impressive candidate pool, blah blah, we regret (sure) to inform you that your application is not competitive enough for entrance into Supers Academy; however, we are considering you as a candidate for blah.   I scan the list of recruits. Those that made...

I. Invisible Criminal “Caution, approaching platform.”   We’re nothing but invisibles now Strangers on a train, that clichéd rift Spun up, up, up in far off Hollywood lights With those backstage sets and the rain machines Dropping watery gems into silver tears The real fucking tale Behind those Westside Blues Where you’re a Maria and I’m a Tony Just star-crossed fuckups miscast and misplaced Cuz this ain’t no Broadway ske...

November 1995 Montreal, CanadaThe envelope was addressed in bold print and looked quite official. It said: Miss Elizabeth St. Jacques 9373 Maurice-Duplessis Boulevard #16 Montreal, QC, H1E 6P2 Lizzy glanced at the return address. It was from some lawyer in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania named Mr. Ben Foster. Lizzy had never heard of him. She was more interested in getting indoors, out of the cold, than in investigating the co...

Snow White was truly beautiful. Snow White was truly blessed.With deep brown eyes, black silken hairand a more than ample chest.Throughout the land she was proclaimedthe purest, sweetest, butbeneath that nice exterior she was a total slut.She'd fucked most of the palace guard.The stable girls and boys,she liked to keep on stand byas her dirty little toys.She liked to lick a pussy and she loved to such a dick.The length wa...

Friday 8:36 AM Charlotte knelt on the king-sized bed, her slender legs parted, her soft white ass nestled between her thighs as she went about the task of folding laundry. She quietly hummed while listening to the shower door slide open, glancing once towards the bathroom as she deftly folded a pair of green lace panties. She listened for the sound of the electric shaver, smiling to herself at how well she had memorized h...

The rain flooded down most of the dayEnjoyed the dark sky anyway Sitting in a towel recovering from a hard days workI reach for something to make me hurtThick smooth glass twisted to a pointI place it between my legs and anointWarm and slickI push it in until I'm sickGetting on my kneesI say to myself pleaseSitting down on it The thick rimmed edge to my clitI feel splitIs this fateStanding up straight Working in and out T...