The Erotic Poetry Challenge: “The One”

I mean, who doesn’t love poetry? Apparently, quite a lot of us do. There have been a number of similar stories about the renaissance that poetry is having. Whether it’s the pants-soaking eroticism of Michael Faudet or the wistful heartache of Lang Leav on Instagram, or the simple but hilarious comedy stylings of Brian Bilston…

The Red Dragon Social Club – prologue

The brunette with the faint welsh accent leaned in to whisper conspiratorially in her husband’s ear. “I’ve been round everyone now, and no-one has any problems with them. I think we should let them in, Pete.” “What do you think of them, Cathy?” “I like them. She’s nice, bubbly with it. A nursery school teacher,…

The unnamed woman

“It appears you don’t believe me when I tell you how hot my PA is,” said Candaules, Managing Director of Lydia plc. He held a tumbler of his favourite 1982 Port Ellen whisky up at eye level, savouring the golden amber colour. “Hot. Fucking hot,” he corrected himself. “So you are shagging her,” smirked his…

The man in the red dress

“This is the one.” She handed me her phone. “You’ve not had a date so far?” She shook her head. “We matched a couple of weeks ago and have been chatting since, but because of work schedules we can’t get together until this weekend. The unusual name made tracking down the corresponding Instagram profile easy,…

Gallagher & White Chapter 2 – A night on the town

Over dinner that night in the hotel restaurant, Eve had been giving Tara every little detail of the day’s photo shoot, which at first freaked Tara out a little, but as the large glasses of Cristal started to work on them Tara found herself more and more intrigued – and ever more horny. She was…

Gallagher & White Chapter 1 – The photo shoot

They met early next morning to take advantage of the wan, early morning sunlight. The room itself was dirty, with bedraggled curtains of an indeterminate colour and age. The sun struggled to find a way through, casting long shadows in the rest of the room. There was no carpet and the floorboards were coarse and stained. The few rugs were similarly disgusting, and there was a smell in the air as though the windows had not been opened in some time. The wallpaper was completely missing from most parts of the wall, and what little remained was a hideous seventies design in beige and brown. Disturbingly, there were three bullet holes in the wall opposite the door, and there were bullets still in two of them.

Midnight snack

She let herself in, and was hanging up her jacket when she heard a noise from the kitchens. Seeking its source Emma discovered one of the chefs, a middle-aged ex-army chef named Mike. He was divorced, and had taken the job at the hotel mainly for the free lodging. Emma had never been sure about…