I was woken from my drunken slumber by the buzz of the doorbell. Slowly climbing from the couch I began to piece my night together. Student night at the union. Cheap and nasty shots... far too many of those. What am I doing fully clothed on Dawn's couch? Shit. yeah... Dawn. Left her high and dry in some bar. Why did I do that? I knew why I did that. I've known Dawn for a year. When I first met her I thought she was the most graceful creature to walk the earth. Tall, slim, glossy black hair with an angelic face. When she's sober she perfect. A country girl with all the attributes to be the g… 続きを読む

The fallen had become the flowers of Antioch. They lay s**ttered like wildflowers on the putrid planes. There’s no need for bees or butterflies in the garden of the dead, flies are suffice. A sad end for men who had followed to Cross to the bitter end. However, I’m no knight of the Cross. I’m not even particularly religious. I was born poor and had to learn to make my own luck. I’m an opportunist. Made a small fortune by climbing on a merchant’s daughter, knocking her up and gaining a foothold in the family firm. Whatsmore the father in law also had connections with the Prince of Taranto’s… 続きを読む

My Favourite Like most men, I love the colour red. Not the hair colour I suppose. Then again, that’s ginger, or to be polite, strawberry blond. But in every other sense, I love red. My favourite sports teams wear red and I drive a red car. However, most importantly, I love my women in red. Red dresses, red coats and red shoes. Not necessarily all at once... I’m not totally crazy. My second great passion is feet. Women’s... of course. Preferably manicured, but I’m not going to turn my nose up at seeing the odd callus or patch of dry skin. In fact, I would merely try and educate the woma… 続きを読む

Deena's Story Before I was an e*****, I never had anal. Now it's my bread winner. I never had a potty mouth either. I used to be a classy girl from a conservative British Asian family. The world of sex was something only shared between a husband and wife. Now I fall on my back and open my legs at the sound of loose change in any buggers pocket. Ok, slight exaggeration, but you get my point. Anyway, let's spend this chapter describing how I got here. Don't worry. After a few paragraphs of telling you what I used to be like, I'll be getting rattled more than a baby's new toy. I was proud… 続きを読む

I stepped out of the station with my colleague Monica. The tagline under the town's name read: the birthplace of the industrial revolution. I felt like I was walking into a history lesson. Monica glanced at her smartphone then pointed down a desolate high street. It's fair to say I never like working away, especially in towns like this. northern and industrial. As we began to walk I looked around me at the neo-classical architecture. It would have been an impressive introduction, but the shop fronts were empty or filled with charity shops, fast-food outlets, and bookmakers. There was also t… 続きを読む

Author's note. I'm in the process of writing chapter 2. So open to idea's for Disha's future adventures. ***** To Dan, Disha's beauty seemed amplified by her mocha skin and jet black hair. He watched intently as Disha tucked her near transparent white blouse into her black pleated miniskirt. Even now, in her early-twenties, her school uniform fitted like she was a young sixteen. For obvious reasons, Dan always loved his wife wearing this particular outfit. He sat in silence on his chair, feeling himself harden as she sat cross legged on the bed, showing a hint of her white cotton pa… 続きを読む