Roses are red

“There is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer.” -Angela Carter *** "Why does the wolf eat Grandma first?" The question floated out of Angela‘s mouth before she[…]

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New years eve

It's seven thirty in the morning, January 1st 2007, New years day and here I am sat in my study typing away on the PC when really, I ought to be where my wife is[…]

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Oh what a night

Some years ago my wife and I were separated due to both not being mature enough to handle marriage and also a lacking of being wild and crazy. We remained fuck buddies and eventually got[…]

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The tease

Grace loved teasing boys. It was her favourite thing to do. It was better than sex; at least, she hypothesised. She'd been careful not to lose her virginity – but oh, she had been tempted,[…]

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The visit

The Visit Several years ago Chris, a friend of ours visited for awhile… We had been friends for years and more than a few times he had told me how stunning my wife Paulene was.[…]

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Mordie pt1

In a small town, in the middle of nowhere, lived an unknown man called Mordie. For years Mordie spent his days in his house thinking of the perfect woman for him. You see Mordie is[…]

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Power is fun

Tess lay on her bed in a bubble of self pity. It was Friday night and the boy she had asked out at school had refused her. Another weekend alone and it didn't help that[…]

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