short stories

Her eyes were enormous in her face. ‘Please,’ she whispered. I felt a pang of pity for her, but squashed it. She had asked for this. ‘Please what?’ I asked, deliberately making my voice hard.

I catch my boss glance in my direction and I fidget in my seat. I have been horny all morning, after having had a particularly hot dream about him. I can’t help my mind wandering now. I keep my eye riveted to my computer screen, pretending to be busy reading an article, but my mind

The masks afford us the illusion of anonimity. That’s all it is: an illusion, but it’s what I need. This is the first time I have ever been to a party like this. I almost wasn’t going to come, but Tara convinced me. 

We are having so much fun with the sex machine. Don’t get me wrong, we don’t use it all the time. I may be multi orgasmic, but even my pussy needs a break sometimes. So when we do use it, it is all the more fun.

Carrying on with the theme of multi orgasmic women…

If you follow me on my blog or on Twitter, it will not surprise you that this is loosely based on my own experience.

She lay spread out on the bed, the red of her underwear shocking against her white skin. Her eyes were half closed, a ghost of a smile on her lips. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked, hardly able to believe his luck. She smiled at him fully now. “Do with me as you

Remember Ruby and Sandra from Flash Fiction Friday #6? Well, today they are finally having their threesome with professor Connelly. Enjoy!

This Flash Fiction piece has been inspired by a conversation I had with a man only known as The Pleaser.