Flash Fiction
She does her best to keep me happy and well fucked, but there’s one need she just can’t fulfil — my craving for cock. And when...
Now you all know by now that I write from the heart — or maybe a little further south — but I often get asked to interpret other...
I wasn’t expecting to see him again. This unsuitable boy — as a bitchy Londoner, I’d call him a pikey; you might say tinker, or knacker,...
This girl looks exactly like me. The same long, wavy blonde hair. The same blue-grey eyes, the sprinkling of freckles over the bridge of...
“Happy birthday, babe…” I’m woken by Johnny whispering in my ear, followed by the pop of a champagne cork. He hands me a chilled...
“I wish you’d look at me the way you look at that camera.” I mean it as a joke, with zero snark intended, but Jay,...
flash fiction “I think…” Paul’s voice is calm and clear. He pauses like he’s choosing his next words carefully, but I know it’s just...
Stroke my flanks to quiet me, and slide the bit into my mouth. Be patient; you want to harness my power, but not tame me....
