To this day I don’t know if he was a real vampire or if I dreamt it. But, there had been marks on my neck, wrist and thighs, and bruises over my body but the experience was so surreal, so extraordinary, and amazing how could it have really happened? Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Romeo and Juliet, Act 5, Scene 3. Shakespeare. The Darkness I stumbled through the club looking for the exit. My ears were ringing, my teeth seemed to pulse with the beat of the music …
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 …
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 …
Fictional Books and Me
I love to read fiction. As a teenager I would escape into a book and hide away from my life. When I read a book that really grabs my attention, the world melts away, I become so absorbed in the story that I have absolutely no idea what is going on around me, I do not hear people speaking and I completely lose track of time. For study purposes this is extremely useful but it has been quite some time since I found a book …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
Date night
* #Submissive Fiction * #Erotica * #Flash Fiction * I approached the reception desk nervously and waited for the receptionist to look up. This was not our usual date night activity. “Hello. Welcome to The Groves, are you checking in?” she asked pleasantly with a welcoming smile. I passed her the envelope. I did not speak. She took it and looked at it with a puzzled expression. The envelope had ‘FAO Reception’ written on it and so she opened it, glancing at me as she …