She was his most ardent fan, venturing out into even the filthiest places see him. Had following him from the start. That’s what she’d told him in her last letter to him. Your music does things to me. At night, I turn on your songs, and my body rises and falls to the sound of …
“You busy?” He glanced up briefly to see her standing in the doorway, then did a double take. Her lips were painted bright red and he could smell the vanilla lotion she liked to put on after a bath. She caught his eye and smiled before trailing her finger from her naked breast down her …
“You wanna see what I can do with a cherry stem?” She snagged the red fruit from her drink and popped the whole thing, stem and all, in her mouth. She wasn’t his type. A bottle blonde, enhanced in ways that usually turned him off. Worse, she could barely carry on a conversation, giggling and …
She was already naked, perched on the bed and waiting for him. Only the slight catch in her breath told him she noted his arrival. He purposely kept his eyes on her face as he approached. She was turned away so the light from the window caught her profile, showing her lashes like a sooty …
Listen as audio Edit: click above to listen while you read! I’ll”Bit hot tonight, aren’t ya?” She ignored his talking and pressed his back against the door so she could get to work on his clothes. He’d come straight from work, clad in a suit and smelling of sandalwood and coffee. The quickness of his …
Sketch “Keep it all inside for me.” I squeeze my thighs together, nodding as my labia slides wet between my now closed legs. He forces his hand between, cupping me even as I feel his cum slipping out. “Uh uh.” His scoops up what has dribbled out and presses it back in. I shudder as …
“What do you got on our angel?” He’d taken to calling her that out loud. To himself she was his angel. Eight days in and she was haunting his dreams as he expected. She’d become less a dead puppet on a string and more of an ethereal being, an avenging angel demanding blood. His partner …
No one should have to bury a child. The words haunt as he sat across from her mother. Can you watch a person age? He has, he did as he recounted what happened to this woman’s daughter. Torture was written in the creases that lined her face more and more as they talked. “Someone gunned …
Unedited Christmas post. I do hope everyone’s Christmas is lovely. – Christmas music filled the house, rivaling the laughter from their family. Tracey fluttered around the kitchen. Her mother was barking orders even though it wasn’t her house. All part of the Christmas shuffle, more background noise that Tracey tried to let float over her. …
Bit of flash for storyin12 – Who… is that girl in the mirror? She’d woken up in this white room with flowered curtains, no memory of what came before. The mirror offered no answers, the reflection only giving her a jolt. This girl was blonde, but it looked wrong. The roots were darker, as were …