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Fiction Relay Part 3 – Detective Walker.

The story so far. Susie was murdered back in the summer of 1995. Eleven years pass by. Ellie, Susie’s best friend, finally gets the images from that fateful last day developed and is shocked at what she sees. Meanwhile Susie’s Dad Dave is still struggling to come to terms with his daughter’s murder. He has found a sort of solace in the arms of Beth. But the memories of that fateful day in Ripley continue to haunt him. If you haven’t read part one click HERE, and follow it with part two HERE. “Hello, this is Phil Walker. I don’t

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1940s Dance

In the mood

“You know, I’ve never told anyone this Claire, but, I loved a woman once. I first saw Jenny at a tea dance in the community centre. It was a cold night, I remember that, and when she walked in she was wrapped up in a coat with a woollen hat on. I watched her go into the cloak room and when she immerged she took my breath away. Her red hair fell in soft curls around her face and her smile as she scanned the room, her bottom lip full and red like the roses that used to grow in

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People Watching – The Bigger Picture

Cheryl had taken special care with her appearance tonight and James appreciated the effort. It was not often they managed to get a sitter so they could go out alone and he felt awkward as he carried their drinks to the table. She was looking at her hands, fidgeting with her wedding ring, and he knew from her posture she was nervous. “Here you go,” he said placing the gin and tonic in front of her. He sat at her side so he could take her hand in his. Cheryl looked up at him, and James could see the beginnings

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You better not be late

Timekeeping is very important to Mr H, he hates to be late.  I hate being late too but I am also easily distracted and so I quite often run late.  With the change in our dynamic I know when I message him to say “running late” I am making him unhappy. What if one day he said, “you better not be late or there will be consequences,” would that mean I got a spanking? I guess a girl can hope. I love it when he uses his Dom voice.  Just the other day we were talking and I almost rolled

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Waiting room

I am sitting in the waiting room watching the clock.  You are late.  Very late.  I have a book in my hand and I have tried reading it, but the words do not sink in.  They run around the page, skittering here and there, too fast for my eyes to follow.  I gave up trying hours ago.  Now I am just watching the clock. And that thing just doesn’t want to move. You fucked me yesterday, and my pussy is aching from it.  Your clone fucked my cunt, your cock fucked my mouth.  I was your slut.  You used the

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New Year – Sex with a stranger

Happy New Year, Happy New Year, May we all… The ABBA song is playing loudly and several people are singing, if you can call the sounds they are making in their drunken states singing, along.  Midnight has just sounded and the fireworks are sounding out all around the neighbourhood. Jenny slid into the bedroom and closed the door, she just needed a minute, one moment alone, to cry.  Dave was here.  They hadn’t told her, her so called friends, they hadn’t warned her that her ex and his new thing would be here.  So, she needed a minute. Just one minute…

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jingle bells

Jingle Bells

I swear I can hear bells ringing, but with the blindfold in place I can’t see anything, and I know, I know that is part of the fun, but I wonder where the hell the sound is coming from.  Something, his hand maybe, touches my calf and I jump a little.  I am wearing stockings and so as his hand moves up my leg, it glides.  I thank all the deities I can think of that I shaved my legs earlier.  His hand has reached the top of the stockings now and if he moves any higher he will touch

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Put me on the Naughty List – Please

The prompt for Wicked Wednesday is Naughty n’ Nice, and well I do love to be naughty! I would much rather be doing naughty things with MrH than muddling along as a plain Jane; which is how I used to see myself. I decided to make this post a little different, and include a short story for your entertainment (and to give Mr H play material). Stepping into the Light For years I hid in the shadows, I didn’t want to stand out. I didn’t want to be different or draw attention to myself, even with my disability I hate

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Eat Me

He walked through the door after a long, tiring day, the house was warm and, a welcome relief to the cold.  The cats ran to greet him but there was no sign of his wife.  He shrugged out of his coat and as he went to hang it up he noticed the folded note with “EAT ME” written on it, propped up against a small bottle of water on the counter top. He picked up the note, there was a snack bar under it, explaining the instruction, and more writing inside.  He tore the wrapper off the snack bar and

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Shadow of you.

She slipped silently into the room, careful not to wake him. He slept soundly, on his side of the bed, and she carefully slid between the covers. He shivered slightly and pulled the covers back over his shoulder where they had slipped down as she had got in, but he didn’t wake. She put her head on the soft pillows and closed her eyes listening to his deep even breathing. Did he know how much she loved him? The night passed, and as the sun started to rise, he rolled onto his back. She slid under the covers, his cock

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