Always a week behind, this was from last week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt – Observe – but it was a fucker to write. I once had…
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Raven hair and ruby lips Sparks fly from her fingertips Echoed voices in the night She’s a restless spirit on an endless flight
12 CommentsCN Breeding/Pregnancy Dear Huw Don’t start, I know I have your email address and I could text but fuck it, letters are romantic, and also…
3 CommentsI said Huw was mine, that wasn’t strictly true. Not at first. Not through a degree and unfulfilling temp jobs and sharing a bathroom with…
7 CommentsCN – piss, degradation He was a boy and he was mine and he was soft and gentle and Welsh. Called Huw, physicist or physiotherapist,…
8 CommentsJust two grown women having a perfectly average night in, courtesy of Godemiche.
14 CommentsThey call me an offering. Past Every year, a Sister gets chosen. Last year we watched as the slip of paper with Amy’s name…
17 CommentsIt had been a dry summer. Unsettlingly arid, nights were a vacuum of dry mouths and drenched sheets – swallowed up in erotic charge but…
11 CommentsThis story entirely prompted by seeing half a browser tab out of the corner of my eye. Her wrists ache for want of chafing. Some…
3 CommentsI don’t keep underwear for best, just wear whatever takes my fancy. White, lace-trimmed thongs to the gym. Red french knickers under my unflattering work…
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