This is a flash story I wrote as an exercise earlier this year. It's a piece that I had a lot of fun writing. There's no sex, just a lot of blood and guts all wrapped up in time travel. Many thanks to Nora for her editing skills
Drawn home by Lavender Town's anual Halloween festivities, Miranda, Misty and their pokemone find themselves standing alone against the vengeful fury of an evil older than the Tower itself...
Harriet is a well brought up girl, studying for her 'A'-Levels at Kunt College, London. But she has to choose a fetish for her Further Fucking syllabus, and is somewhat undecided. What will she choose, and where will it take her?
Jack and I had gotten away with the perfect murder, so why did I feel so shitty? And, as Jack had said, "The bitch deserved it!" She did, if anyone did, so why did I feel so shitty? The police were at a complete dead end, no closer now to solving it than they were last week. So why did I feel so shitty? I just did is all.
The luscious, highly oversexed Malomar Twine. My Malomar Twine. Our Malomar Twine. That Malomar Twine! Maybe that's why I feel so shitty . . .
Megan and Mark begin a camping trip to the cabin in the mountains. Cabin set up and hot memories of romantic conversations and relationship philosophy, as well as hot sex, are a backdrop to the romance of a well-nurtured relationship. "Worth the read," reported to be "good stroking material for people with an intellect."
This is a Victorian Cautionary Tale concerning two young people married to each other by order of their fathers, and for business reasons. Their wedding night, and subsequent events prove difficult for the uninformed youngsters, but they are helped by an older lady's maid.