Tuesday, 3 December 2013
Death by chocolate
Going back out into the hallway Sandi stepped over his body, made her way towards the bathroom and turned on the shower . Climbing under the jets she allowed the water to cascade over her body before smothering herself in shower gel and scrubbing every inch of her body, until she was almost raw.
Fucking prick got what he deserved she thought, as the shower washed the soap from her body. Cheating on me with that fucking bitch.
She closed her eyes and thought back to the day she had walked in and caught him, naked in bed and drizzling the chocolate body paint over their neighbor. That had been the final straw for her, it wasn't the first time and probably wouldn't have been the last and as she had stewed on his infidelity hatred had burnt through her soul. Well she had made sure he wouldn't cheat on her, or anyone else again.
As she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her nakedness she looked towards him, for one last time, with a smile on her lips and stared at the half a dozen bars of chocolate she had choked him with still sticking out of his mouth, melting slowly.
Friday, 29 November 2013
I was exhausted. I had been running for what felt like hours. My torso, arms, legs and feet were torn to shreds from the thick forest but I finally felt safe enough to stop. I had to, I needed to get my breath back and besides they'd have surely given up chasing me by now yet I knew I couldn't risk them catching me so, as soon as I felt able, I began running again.
One thing I knew for definite though was that, no matter how much money was offered, I would never fill in as a stripper for a hen party again.
Tuesday, 26 November 2013
As soon as she uttered the words I froze, my hand tightening on the door handle and the throbbing hardness threatening to burst from from my trousers.
“Well, are you going then, Damon?” Miss Harrison purred, from behind me, just a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
Slowly I let my hand fall from the door, turned around, and saw Miss Harrison perched on the edge of her desk. Slowly she ran her fingers along her wetness, teasing her lips apart, before suddenly stopping and lifting her glistening fingers to her mouth. Unable to resist her any longer I stepped forward and before she had a chance to suck her fingers clean I grabbed her wrist, and lifted them to my mouth instead.
Flicking my tongue over the stickiness I tasted her sweet juices before sucking them dry and dropping to my knees, the gorgeous smell of her wet pussy causing my hardness to throb even more.
Suddenly Miss Harrison gripped me by the hair, pulled my head forward and buried my face in her wetness, grinding her hips against my eager tongue.
“Oh fuck, Damon, don't you dare fucking stop,” she moaned, as my tongue flicked over her swollen bud.
Friday, 22 November 2013
Erasing the past
Standing by the edge of the road I watched as the flames engulfed house I had called home, and could still feel the heat on my skin. Smiling I knew that, within minutes, there would be no reminders of my life before the fire and as I picked up the small holdall of clothes, money and passport I had packed ready for this day, I turned and began to walk away from all the lies, the deceit and the heartbreak I had suffered for years and began my journey to as far away from this place, this life, as possible.