“So she actually got the gall to fuck her daddy, huh?” I asked my husband, Jack, who had just finished telling me about his recent escapade with our whore of a daughter Marie. He recanted the event with a grinning mouth, his eyes alight with joy. …
They started early to miss the worst of the traffic, it was a warm and sunny day, so the top was down, music loud and pulsing, she was thinking because they had to go to bed early the night before, that she needed a little …
He heard a noise upstairs, and froze listening, there it was again coming from the front bedroom, the he remembered the new flatmate who’d moved in last week he had only seen her briefly, when she came and looked at the flat, he looked in …
After a long restful weekend, (to short like always) it was monday again, and I stood up with the joyful feeling to go back to work. So I did my usual stuff, brushing teeth, eating breakfast, missing my bus, walking to the train station, and …
A dream… The scene is clearly one of a dream. The big, floppy recliner I sit in is the only thing really in focus. The room is bright, but grey and indistinct, because it’s not really important. You are there. I see you are… smaller …
Monday She was at the sink doing her morning ablutions in her short summer robe, having just showered. Her dark still-damp curls, held back from her face by a berrette, tumbled down her back almost to her slender waist. She leaned slightly over the sink, …
