Of course my favourite colour is black. What did you expect? Red? Red is for hunger. Red will be the colour of my eyes after I've sated myself on your delectable blood, my darling correspondent. Red is a meal. Do you sport a rare filet mignon as an evening gown? I'm...
Mariel told him to open it when he was alone, in that sexy French accent that made it sound like the gift was something secret, something personal. She'd given it to him at their last dinner. She was all dolled up in a low-cut green silk dress that showed off her...
She liked the smell of cock. She liked the feel of it on her tongue. She enjoyed kneeling between a man with his legs spread wide on a bed, licking and stroking his dick, making it hard. She liked to nuzzle her nose against the shaft, tickle the rim of the cockhead...
On nights when the heat won't let her sleep, Mariah is prone to wandering. When the humidity of the city is so oppressive, the walls are closing in on her, she hefts her bag of spray cans, paints, rags, brushes and turpentine onto her shoulder and climbs down the fire...
The woman's black cloak is wrapped tightly around her. She stumbles from the alleyway and into traffic. He is in the right place at the right time to catch her before she falls to the sludge. She turns around. His eyes meet hers. It's hard to see more than a glimpse...
Patrick was a student, temporarily living in Canada to complete a Master's degree in Environmental Sciences. He had a lilting brogue that made me want to fuck him the moment I saw him behind the counter of my favourite local café, Baristas and Beans aka B&B. My...
I looked down at the thick veins and age spots on my hands. Would he be disgusted if I were to wrap my lascivious swollen fingers around his cock. He's in his early thirties, I'm a shade away from fifty. I am so attracted to him, I tremble when he's near. He's blond,...
Mercy meandered along the empty sidewalk. It was early evening. She took the long way home from work. Cars rushed by. To Mercy it seemed like everyone had someplace to go but her. Instead she walked in the rain. But she loved the rain. Cool on her face, gentle on her...
"My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I AM Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being." —Catherine...
I've always been attracted to older men. When I was sixteen my aunt Betty and her boyfriend Roger visited from England. It was a hot summer. I was wearing shorts. Driving them home in the car from the airport, we had to squish to fit in five people: my mother and aunt...