Glory Seeker
You can read the first part of this story – Glorious Hole – here. It’s been a year. A full year since I put my cock through a hole in a wall of glass and let a woman called Glory hold it in her...
View ArticleAgalma
I’m breathing hard as I follow Cam and Jean up a short run of stone steps. They’re already at the top waiting for me, but I don’t hurry. The longer it takes me to enter this massive building the...
View ArticlePicking At Old Wounds
Image used with permission of Marie Rebelle. **CW: contains verbal abuse and references to self-harm** I’m so confused. Was I clear about what I want when I booked this appointment? I’m sure I was. I’m...
View ArticleHaving Her Cake
I come home in the middle of the night to find Junie standing in front of the fridge. Both of its doors are wide open. Her hands are resting on the top shelf and her head is bowed. Every time we get...
View ArticleWhat Happened Last Night?
When I wake up I’m cold and alone. I push myself up from my bed of damp grass, rubbing my head, trying to focus my blurred vision. Where the hell am I? I look ahead, behind, side to side. Clapped out,...
View ArticleBleed All Over Me
This story is the continuation of a previously posted piece. Before you read this instalment, check out A Pain in the Neck if you haven’t already. CW: both stories contain much blood, murder, and...
View ArticleWe Wouldn’t Dare
This story is the third instalment of my ongoing vampire series. Before you read it, check out Part 1 and Part 2 if you haven’t already. CW: all three stories contain much blood, murder, and other...
View ArticleI Love My Hutch
Roger is taking a nap. Up there on the big bed. I’m down here, just beyond the foot, snuggled up in my lovely cosy hutch. I can hear him snoring. A quiet snort in, a soft rattle out… in… out… in… out....
View ArticleBloodbath
Image used with permission of Cara Thereon **This story is a continuation of my vampire series, part one of which you can find here. Bloodbath is a wordy piece and a violently bloody, cruelly stabby...
View ArticleM is for… My Sacrifice
Concealed by shadows in the corner of a spacious room, Magda clutches her robe to her breast. Silence weighs upon her and the rest of the room’s occupants like a heavy blanket, even though more than a...
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