Wednesday, 12 April 2017

Pain - Part of an Occasional Series of New Flash Fiction

She trembled as he bound her wrists and bent her gently over the table, parting her legs so that her cunt showed.  Are you ready? he whispered and she nodded, gritting her teeth in anticipation of his sharp stinging blows.  Later, she would come loud and hard, but even the pneumatic sweetness of her climaxes could not compete with the bitter-sweet ecstasy of his cane, and she was already finished and yearning for their next session as she heard him yanking down his zipper.

Wednesday, 5 April 2017

Do You Love Me - Part of an Occasional Series of New Flash Fiction

Do  You Love Me

Do you love me? she asked as he undressed her, seemingly insecure because her bra and pants didn’t match.  Oh, sure, he replied, hungry, dragging her jeans and knickers down together, desperate to bury his face in the softness of her young bush.  You’re just saying that, she sulked, pushing her cunt into his face, impatient for the feel of his tongue on her clit.  In all honesty, she didn’t much care for foreplay but felt that she ought to make some pretence at insisting on it when, really, she just wanted him to bring her off hard and then flip her over and fuck her, no questions asked.  Say you love me, she pleaded now, as his lizard’s tongue began to worm its way into her slit.

Tuesday, 4 April 2017

Bliss. Part of an Occasional Series of New Flash Fiction


There were plenty of names for them - boobs, tits, melons, knockers, bazooms, you name it, she’d had it shouted at her.  And they were big, even she had to admit that, and sometimes she could feel the very weight of them lying heavy, like sleeping puppies, in her bra, the nipples stiff and perky. catching the eyes of passing boys as she strutted the prom in the bouncy heat of a noonday summer sun.  And, sometimes, when she was alone in her room, she fantasised about unfastening her blouse in front of Mrs Kelly from next door and having the older woman suckle on her outsized breasts.  It was her idea of pure bliss.

Monday, 3 April 2017

Games - Part of an Occasional Series of New Flash Fiction


Sometimes, when she felt mischievous, she would oil his cock in the morning before work while he was still drowsy.  Warming the lotion in her hands first, so that it wouldn’t make him start, watching his nakedness like  a predator, his member fat and sleepy, not quite erect but still big, all soft and languid, swollen from sleep and the warmth of the bedcovers.  And she loved to feel him stiffen as she applied the salve, feel him growing and hardening like a stop-motion film of seedlings pushing hungrily through the spring soil, stiff unyielding saplings of green new wood.  Hard and strong.  Don’t stop, he murmurs now, waking, but she just smiles and heads to the shower, leaving him becalmed on the bed with it towering up like a flag pole.  He can follow her if he wants to play.