Something in my drafts I never finished. Works for W. The tenses may be wonky – I don’t know what made me show him my old room. It was a cluttered mess, this weird combination of growing girl and storage space for my many moves. I’m surprised my mother tolerated the state of it. “You …
I want to make it to the end of this so I’m combining the last few missing letters. He woke suddenly, going from blackness to bright clarity in seconds. The pain hit seconds after he opened his eyes. His head, his fucking head was killing him. “Fuck.” His attempts to rise were stymied by frozen …
This popped into my head a disjointed mess and I left it that way. He extolled the virtues of godly works at the pulpit, and called me every type of whore as he covered me in his robes and fucked my face in the rectory. Every Sunday, without fail. The first time, he told about …
I wanted to call this misbehaving masturbator. – Home in five. She didn’t think she could wait that long. Her cunt ached. Rolling to her belly, she squeezed her breast before jamming her hand between her thighs. The tease of a long day could be felt in the heat and wetness that met her fingers. …
“Finders, keepers. Losers, weepers.” “For fuck sake, are you twelve? Give me back my underwear.” He moved out of the way when she tried to reach for the tiny red scrape of fabric she claimed was underwear. She made a noise and grasped at them again, her body pressed into his. He kept them enough …
Struggle to get back into the groove of writing. So I’ll keep this one shortish. “Time to play.” He said it and she felt the change come over her. Without being asked, she grabbed her collar, ears, and tail plug after stripping off her clothes. She brought him everything and then knelt in front of …
Playing catch up. JH was hunched over his journal, scribbling quickly as Annika served his afternoon tea. He ignored her as she sat a cup on a saucer and poured the oolong and added a cube of sugar. She added a scone and topped it with clotted cream before exiting his office as quietly as …
Catch up. I’ve been lazy and forgetting the A to Z logo. Hansel lost his sister at the fork. They’d walked this path frequently over the last nineteen years and yet she always managed to get lost. It’s why he came with her this time, so she wouldn’t get lost as the weather changed. Retracing …
I’ll circle back to H. Hopefully? Anyway, a little close to home, this one. – The mirror was never forgiving. She felt… “Fuck. I look terrible.” He looked up from his computer. His eyes slid from her hair up in a loose ponytail, down her body clad in a summer dress that clung to her …
I’ll be back to correct any typos. Just want to get it in before midnight. “Put out your hands.” His voice was harder than his face. She felt tears well up and she hadn’t even received her punishment yet. “If I have to ask you again, the punishment will be worse.” Reluctantly, she presented her …