I felt it happen,
as it’s happened before,
the disappearance inside,
a communication switch off.
It’s not deliberate, truly,
but there’s nothing more to say,
only variations of the same,
so eventually tedium has won the day.
We got so far, but the truth being,
not as far as to just say to one another,
” Have you a black pen,
it’s says on the form,
to only use a black pen?”

Jeff Bell

The Sunday question

July 9, 2017

My panties were still on but he didn’t let that stop him, nosing them out of the way and tonguing my sex, making low, growling noises in his throat like a big cat purring with pleasure while it devoured its prey.

Emme Rollins
Dear Rockstar

loved you forever

July 9, 2017

“Your ass belongs to me. I’ve suffered for it. I’ve loved you forever. I deserve it,” Danny went on, his voice a low mixture of anger and desire. “I don’t ever want you getting from another man what you can get from me. You hear me, Paul Guy, it’s mine.

Kele Moon
Finding Eden


In the deserted men’s restroom at the back of Middleton Community College, Sam Keller knelt on the tile, braced his hands against Keith Jameson’s thighs, and broke his mother’s heart.

Heidi Cullinan
Special Delivery

Sunday morning kisses

July 9, 2017

Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.

This is how you keep her

The Big Question

July 9, 2017

9th July

Light mist this morning. It clings to the eaves of neighbouring houses. Fingers of mist reach over the moor, lying heavy in the many dips and depressions, and along the curving route of the river. A close, muggy night –


In her eyes is the colour of the sea – but also its storms when she becomes emotional. Sweet Carnella, with her vampire kisses and razor-sharp fingernails. She is always so damn randy. Once she said she wished she could find a surgeon who’d remove a couple of her ribs – so she could eat her own pussy out!

She’d been drinking at the time. So perhaps it was a joke? Her’s was and is still a wicked sense of humour, like the time she left a large bar of milk chocolate on Ruth’s V-area.

That night Ruth was staying round Carnella’s following a party. She fell asleep, half-undressed on her bed, and Carnella slightly intoxicated placed the bar of chocolate inside Ruth’s knickers. Overnight it melted, of course. Come morning poor Ruth had chocolate pubes and pussy lips…She wasn’t amused, I recall –