Soft light from the chandelier was reflected in the large ornate mirror upon the wall at the end of the long dining table. That light also gave silver highlights to Madam's blue-rinsed hair and glittered on the mass of jewellery she wore. It shone dully on the short...
Kirk, our sculpted star topman, fucked Gunner's mouth while Jon, a tanned, lithe surfer, pounded Gunner's ass. It was a staple scene in any porn. The diving board under them bounced with Jon's thrusts. Gunner's big hands gripped the sides of the board as if he were...
Remember how you used to draw hearts in your notebook at school when lessons got boring? I used to watch from my seat next to you in the classroom. "I love Philip," you'd write and draw a halo of hearts around his name. "I love Paul," and Jason and Craig. After school...
Callie Sauer slammed her hand down on the dark, polished wood hard enough to topple an empty beer bottle. "I want the damned bar, Joe. Name your price." "The bar's not for sale, Callie." I said, absently wiping a shot glass as I scanned the room. It was Thursday,...
My eyeballs were so hot with rage that I saw the two women through a red blur. "I need my fucking money today, Tara!" I yelled. "You said you'd have it." I was angrier at myself than at her. My own gullibility felt as unbearable as scratchy woollen underwear. "Chill...
Eddie's asshole, slick with lube, fit nicely around Tyler's cock. Every muscle was constricted and tight, massaging Tyler's dick better than hands or mouth ever could. "You've got a nice asshole, you know that?" Eddie tried to reply, but couldn't get much past the...
Chip pushed the notebook across the table. "It's not what I expected, Jan. Not at all." "What do you mean?" His sister's blue eyes, so much like his own, narrowed as she opened the worn leather cover and scanned the first page. "I knew Mom was working on her memoirs....
"Whutcha drawin'?" asked Vic, resting her chin on my shoulder. I hadn't even heard her enter the room. "Pictures," I mumbled. I thought of drawing as a secret pleasure, like masturbation with pencils. Vic's eyes on my artwork made me very self-conscious. She seemed...
Note to Self: You've been set up on a blind date with your ex. Your dating life is officially shot to hell. "Danielle?" "Kizzy?" We stare at each other for an uncomfortable minute. It'd taken me six long months to get over our breakup and even then I'd had to convince...
One of the assistants to gallery's chief curator led me into the reproduction studio and told me to wait; told me that my appointment, Dr Margot Canty, Chief Curator, would be along shortly, and that I could sit, or not, as I wished. She was gone. The upper reaches of...