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Bracing myself with a flinch, my cloth-bound fist punches out the small decorative pane of glass. There’s a deafening crash and a shower of tinkling glass across stone tiles. I freeze to the spot, listening for any movement inside.

‘Fucking noise…’ I think, knocking out the broken shards as quietly as possible.

The oak door’s fixed with a large iron lock some would call ‘rustic’ or ‘traditional’. I find the whole thing a distasteful waste of money; another way of showing how superior and classy you are, and a frivolous, pretentious waste of good green. It doesn’t keep people like me out of your house and it won’t stop me trading your gear for a fix or two.

The cold key sits snugly inside the lock, just inches from my broken window. I reach around and laugh, turning the key with a satisfying clunk. The door swings open silently, belying the modernity of the wrought-iron hinges.

‘Big locks won’t keep me out if you leave the key in them.’

Stepping inside, I survey the heavy, rustic surfaces of an expensive kitchen. The walls hold racks of gleaming copper pans and solid cupboards of a light-coloured wood I couldn’t name; I’ve never been an expert on any wood but my own. A central table made of stained timber hosts two rows of matching chairs with fine, carved backs in a delicate red fabric.

‘That would earn you a few good days out of your head. Shame it’s too fucking heavy to carry that shit out of here.’

My hands stroke the pristine, varnished surfaces and tear open drawers and cupboards, haphazardly, in search of loot. Cloths, towels and cheap cutlery are the general order of business, sadly.

Elegant copper taps on long, decorative stems droop over a Belfast basin, set in the immaculate wooden counter-top. I wonder about tearing the taps from their fixings. They’re worth a few quid, but not worth taking. Really, I just want to destroy something. Call it the vandal in me, but such obvious wealth encourages my destructive side.

I clear my throat, shrugging and stretching out my arms to ease the tension in my muscles. Looking around the room, my mind goes temporarily blank as I try to subdue the violent craving of my limbs. Lifting weights in prison is no substitute for real-time exertion and aggression.

My eyes open and I immediately bark out a laugh.

‘Well that ruins the image, huh?’ I see a subtle cupboard housing the biggest microwave I’ve ever seen, set beneath a large plasma TV. ‘So much for quaint and rustic. I’ve nicked TV’s smaller than the microwave! Well there’s something I can snatch.’

A stone hearth holds a cast iron range, surrounded by various confusing implements. I can’t help running my hands over the shiny surfaces, turning over the pans and tools. The room is filled with shining metal, but nothing catches my eye. As I scan over the range, I notice the discrete electric hobs on top.

‘More cheating. Even fire isn’t good enough for some.’

Spinning on the spot, I give the room one last sweep for anything worth taking immediately, but decide to check out the rest of the house. Ducking to avoid the ornate sconce perched on the door’s stone frame, I step slowly into the darkened hall. The carpet is soft under my old, tattered trainers.

I can’t see a fucking thing on the other side and my eyes strain through the darkness. I’m impatient, immediately reaching for the light switch, but an unexpected rustle down the hall stops my hand a quarter of an inch from the switch.

Adrenaline can do real miracles. My eyes adjust to the dark almost instantly, shrinking to peer through the darkness. If my ears could prick up, they would; tuned into the noise from the end of the hall.

I edge towards the source, crouched on my heels and my body braced. I’ve had enough tussles in life to know to be prepared. My knees are bent, my hands are out in front of me, semi-clenched, and I’m ready to beat the shit out of whoever’s in there.

“Fuck… Off!”

The voice behind the door is shrill and loud. I know it; it’s virtually engrained in my skull, by now.

‘That fucking bitch…’

With a growl, I kick open the door. My hand yanks on the pull-cord, bathing the pink bathroom in light, and I burst into the room with fists raised.

“Get this fucking thing off me!”

Zoey’s in the bath, beneath an open window, entangled in a shower curtain, flailing like a fish out of water. She bucks and tears at the mass around her, demented. Standing still and crossing my arms, I adopt my best patronising face, waiting for her to notice my distain.

“Fuck. You! Get me out!” Her last words are shrieked so loud I flinch, almost covering my ears.

I dive forward, pressing my finger to my lips as though shushing an unruly child. I feel ridiculous the moment my finger touches my lips so I snatch at her kicking, thrashing leg instead.

“Shut the fuck up, Zoey!” I’m hissing at her, trying to listen for any noises in the house, as Zoey refuses to stop kicking, thrashing and swearing.

My hands scramble with the rustling curtain, tearing it away from her while my mind reels.

‘What’s the best way out, now? Shit! They’ll have heard her fucking screaming! This stupid bitch will get me time again. Fuck! We’re gonna have to run, now!’

I’m yanking desperately at the curtain in my panic, without thinking. Zoey just lies back and laughs. I pull too hard and it jars her leg, causing her to yelp. A bony hand reaches out and smacks me around the head.

“Stop your fucking worry! There’s no one home, you stupid bastard! Who could we wake up? If anyone was here, they’d have heard you fucking punch out that window and start rattling all their fucking pans, wouldn’t they?”

I’m so pumped that the moment I grab her wrist, I tear her out of the bath and onto her feet. One smooth movement has her pirouetting until she’s pinned against me – back to my chest – with my arms wrapped around her. My hand clamps over her mouth and I try to stop her never-ending fucking chatter.

“Shut the fuck up and listen.” My tone is a cutting whisper; quiet, with an edge of danger. I’m proud of its menace.

She stops and we both listen to the complete silence. If anyone is home, I don’t hear them. Neither does Zoey, as she tries to wriggle free. A wet, tickling tongue slides across the palm of my gagging hand and I snatch it away with a clucking tut.

“Dirty bitch…! You were supposed to stay outside!”

“And you were supposed to stay quiet and be quick, not smash fuck out of the place and be here all day! No one’s home, so I came in! Keep your fucking thong on.”

Her arms thrash against my grip and her feet shuffle.

“Sometimes, Zoey, I could just…” My tone fades with the hint of a growl.

“You’re the one holding me, tough man.” She tries to look at me. I know it’ll be a patronising sneer; I don’t allow it. She sighs and slumps, pretending to be bored. “Let me go or put up and fuck me. I don’t care which; just make your mind up. I’m bored.”

‘What kind of squeal would she give if I shoved her face onto my cock and fucked her throat? I bet the tough bitch would whine like a cheap whore and beg to be fucked.’

“Don’t tempt me.”

I let go and she stumbles forward. My hand smacks her arse and she turns to stare at me. Her long, dark hair is usually lank and unkempt, but now it bushes around her. It matches the wild look in her dark eyes.

“You don’t have it in you, pin dick.”

She tries to smooth out her unflattering clothes. She’s not a big girl – poverty, drug addictions and a general contempt for food is a hell of a combination – but her clothes do nothing to show her size.

A large hoody drapes over her shoulders, exposing her pale, thin neck like a strand of unruly cotton. The fabric bunches and hangs off her in all the wrong places. It shows nothing of the scrawny body beneath except over her bony shoulders – and occasionally her modest breasts. Zoey doesn’t wear clothes to look pretty. Sometimes, I think Zoey begrudges wearing clothes at all.

She straightens up and almost looks my six feet frame in the eye. Her height is accentuated by her slight shape and her long, straight hair. I’ve told her to cut it or style it into something different, but she doesn’t care. Her hair is the least of her concerns when she’s after her fix – whatever that fix may be. With Zoey, you can take your pick.

I step forward with a furrowed brow, locked jaw and broad shoulders. It’s all part of an intimidating demeanour I’ve honed over the years. Zoey’s eyes flit side to side and she backs up against the wall, looking up at me. I lock my gaze with hers, towering over the skeletal woman. My palms slam past her, into the wall. She’s forced to look directly at me with wide, uncertain eyes.

“You know that my cock’s the best you’ve had, girl. I remember you begged like a little whore for more.” A smug smirk smears across my features. I lean in towards her. “You’d be my little slut right now, if I asked. But for now, shut up before anyone finds out we’re here and the sirens come wailing.”

‘Perhaps that won’t have helped things.’

I step back and watch her strained and slightly breathless form. She pants in front of me, clutching a radiator. I can see her flushed cheeks. I don’t need to see the tiny, swollen peaks of her nipples – stiffened against her hoody – to know I’ve succeeded. I’ve turned her on and I know she hates me for it. Spinning on my feet, my thighs fidget as I try to ignore the throbbing bulge between my thighs.

“Is anybody ho-o-o-o-me?!”

‘I swear she’ll be the death of me…’

I whip around. Her hands are cupping her mouth, amplifying her antagonising shout. She looks at me with a wicked, challenging grin, confidently rocking on her heels.

I reach out and snatch at her chin, pinning her in place as my pelvis jams into hers. She raises her hand, but I grab her wrist, shaking my head slowly. She looks into my eyes and my expression seems to wither her. Her cocky demeanour fades, replaced with caged submission. I don’t feel much triumph in victory. Zoey scares me.

“This is not funny, Zoey.” I’m growling now and I can’t help it; she’s riled me up. Infuriatingly, she knows it and her arrogant smirk comes back. “If you get me sent down again, I swear I will break out, I will find you and I will fuck you, Zoey.”

“Oooo, promises.” She grins, pressing one cheeky finger to her lips and grinding her hips deliberately against my hardening shaft. I let her go and she just blows me a kiss. “There’s no one here but us.” Sultrily, she palms over my manhood, cockily cupping my weight. She purses her lips in a mocking coo and winks as she slides out under my arm, slipping from the room. “Try to relax a little.”

Anger fires and swirls within me, along with an unfathomable need to hold Zoey down and stuff her so full of cock she doesn’t see or walk straight for a week. I want revenge, to show her what I can be, but that’s not all of it. I hate to admit it, but I really like the irritating, infuriating, incredible bitch.

Now I want to punch the plasterboard, but it would only please her even more. She sashays into the hallway, brazenly throwing on every light she passes, whistling to herself. I can only stand and watch in total amazement of her audacity. Her hips and ass swish and sway with the tuneless melody that fills the house.

‘You have to admire her spirit, at least. She really does not give a fuck.’

I walk after her into the kitchen. She’s opening drawers and casually glancing through them – just as I did minutes ago.

“Look at all this grade A, high quality shit you left behind, Joshua.” She slams the drawer shut and turn, shoulders sagging with a sigh.

I’m sure she can hear my teeth grating and she lets out a shrill little giggle. Zoey knows I hate my full name being used. I’m Josh and nothing more. Sadly, she knows how to make it worse and pronounces it ‘J-awe-shua’ with a ridiculous accent. It’s petty, but it gets my back up and she knows it.

“I swear you’re angling for a hate-fuck, Zo.”

Her head slews around, mechanically, to hone her narrow eyes onto me. I can almost hear the clunk of gears and the whirring of a motor behind her pupils.

“Do not call me ‘Zo’.”

‘Two can play that game…’

For a few silly seconds, we stare each other down. It’s preposterous posturing, but it’s important when she keeps trying to rile me. I know I’ll win. I have her wound up and horny; I can’t lose. Zoey always has a soft spot for a firm hand.

Given a few seconds she shrugs and feigns an indifferent air. She shuffles around the kitchen while I watch her idly poking through the cupboards and the cheap crockery. She slams a door and huffs, blowing out her cheeks in a tiny growl.

“Look at this kitchen! It’s immaculate. It’s money!” She seizes a cheap plate from the draining board and hurls it across the room. Crashing into the plaster, it disintegrates in another cloud of debris. I flinch at the sound, watching her. “Where’s all the expensive China?! Where’s the crockery? This cheap shit isn’t all they have…!”

Her hoody splays out behind her – along with the mess of her hair – like a villain’s cape as she stomps loudly out of the room.

‘How can such a skinny woman in little trainers make all the noise of a marching band?’

I follow in what feels like Zoey’s tumultuous wake. I can almost feel the storm of her mood tainting the air she passes through. The dark clouds gather in that well-kept hallway and the sound of thunder is not far away as Zoey inconsiderately tears through the potential loot. A cartoon-like stream of junk is thrown out behind her, littering the floor.

‘She really isn’t a dainty, delicate creature, is she? I’ve seen prison riots more subtle than Zoey, I swear to fucking God…’

She storms into the living room and immediately attacks something. I slowly follow the thumping sound of doors, the upturning of drawers and various angry outbursts. She’s working herself up too much and I know I’ll have to stop her soon. I hate having to get between her and whatever she’s decided to obliterate.

“It’s all shite!”

I enter the room just as some explodes in front of me. The object of Zoey’s hatred is a small snow globe keepsake. At least, that’s what it looks like for the split second it fires past me before shattering in a thousand tiny shards of glittering light and snow flakes. It would be almost magnificent in the moonlight, but the artificial, stinging glow of a 100w bulb rather ruins its majesty.

“Zoey, calm down, woman.” My voice is intentionally low and steady. I feel like I’m talking down a bear.

‘I wish Reggie would give her a discount on her fucking smack, this is ridiculous.’

She whirls around in a blur of baggy clothing and tossing hair. Her fist swings in blind, stupid anger as Zoey looks for any poor punch-bag to whale on, venting her frustrations.

I catch her fist with one hand and her throat with the other, holding her up on her toes. Her staring, violent eyes bulge in the sockets and she tries to swallow around my gripping hand.

“Do not raise your fist to me, Zoey.”

I can see the burning threat still alive behind her eyes. I’m involuntarily grinding my teeth and scowling as I haul her higher, straightening her toes to a ballet pose. Slowly, she relaxes and her eyes close before she nods and sags in my hands.

Zoey settles onto her heels and turns away from me, avoiding my eyes. She’s stooped over in front of me, holding and massaging her throat, head bowed. I’ve hurt her and I hate myself for it.

I’m overcome with guilt and I suddenly need to hug the ridiculous woman in front of me. I want to comfort her and apologise, but I know it’s no use.

‘Why do you have to be so aggressive, Zoey? I don’t want to hurt you.’

Sighing, I place a hand on her shoulder, pulling her body to mine. I go against all instincts and give the meanest, roughest bitch I know a tender cuddle. Zoey stays hunched in her quiet moment of misery. Suddenly, she lurches up, batting away my arm, looking disdainful and sour.

“Tough jail bird wants a cuddle, does he? Aww. Bless.”

Zoey’s almost spitting it at me. It’s her twisted brand of self-defense. I watch as she paces around the room, determined not to look in my direction. She stops, looking at the TV cupboard. It’s home to a DVD player, a games console and various shit I don’t even recognise.

“Huh. Might be worth having.”

I try to change the mood, but she shrugs me away; still sore and wounded. She looks at the DVD player a little too long, but eventually faces me again, clearing her throat. Her cheeks are flushed, but her eyes hold that same tension - that determined scowl.

“Huh. Maybe. Let’s see what else there is, if anything.”

The atmosphere shifts with her mood, turning gloomy and heavy. The house is silent except for shuffled steps and low mumbles. Zoey’s manic personality is addictive – but destructive, too. Part of me loves to see her that way. It kills me to axe her spirit, even if she is wayward.

‘It’s the smack. It makes her violent. Fuck, if she could be rid of that evil shit...’

I know it’s hypocritical of me to judge Zoey for her addiction. Rolling up my tattered sleeve, I see my arm’s littered with puncture marks and track lines. I look like a notice board, but I know that Zoey looks a whole lot worse. I wish I could say her legs don’t look the same, but I know that’s not true.

Watching her shuffle up the wooden stairs, weighed down by her unwilling body, I hate feeling helpless. My own addiction is stupidity. Just a few weeks ago, I was clean. A few years behind bars has a way of cleaning you up – or ruining you, actually - but the second I saw Zoey and she offered me her last precious needle, I was drawn in again.

‘Maybe one day we can both be clean. What would the pair of us look like, then…? We might actually resemble real, regular people.’

Lining the walls on the stairs are family photos. Beaming parents – and a small tribe of children – grin at the camera in those stolen moments, huddled together as one. To me, there seems to be a façade of happiness in every picture – an unrealistic portrayal of family life. Studying the array of phony faces smiling back at me, it doesn’t appeal to me as much as I’d like.

‘What is happiness? Do they know, or are they just pretending? Who are they convincing, if not themselves? Happiness. Ha. Ask Zoey about happiness. To Zoey, it’s about the next fix. That’s it. Smack does more for her than a contrived family gathering or day-trip to the beach. She feels truly alive when she gets that sweet hit. What fix do these people get? Their daughter’s first A grade? A promotion at work?’

I snort and scowl at the pictures again, trying to dissect what makes these people happy. In every picture, no matter where they are, they’re grouped together, hugging and laughing.

‘Does their happiness come from each other? The company of those they love?’

I turn to Zoey and frown as I watch her baggy clothes flapping with her over-zealous rummaging. She’s pulling apart the main bedroom, opening every bed sheet and cupboard door, emptying them out. I can hear her mumbling about hidden money.

Zoey was the last to see me through the prison gates and the first to bring me out again. I missed her while I was in there, but you miss most things in prison. I did lie awake at night, though, with a firm fist of flesh, remembering her and fantasising. I’ve had my share of pussy – and more - but sex with Zoey is a real event.

‘Does Zoey make me happy? She infuriates me; some days I could kill the bitch. Some days I could just hold her down and fuck her senseless, just to shut her up. Do I feel happy with her? I prefer her company than none at all. Does that count? Is that all it is?’

I watch as she pulls a fine, pine drawer from its runners and completely up-ends it on the mattress, scrambling through the collection of knick-knacks and junk.

‘Could Zoey and I be regular, happy people? People with kids, jobs and responsibilities? What does it mean to be normal? Are we normal?’

I climb onto the landing and quietly pad into the main bedroom. Zoey has a suitcase on the bed, digging through it and casting out anything she deems worthless. Occasionally, she grabs something and stuffs it into her pocket. The room is filled with the sounds of digging fingernails and disgruntled grunts.

‘God, she sounds like an angry badger…’

Inside the bedroom is a full-length mirror on a swivelling frame. Vanity is not my style anymore, but it’s been days since I saw myself.

‘Curiosity kills…’

I’m a mess of dirty blonde hair, draped lazily over a pale face with sunken cheeks, blackened eyes and unkempt facial hair. The skin is almost transparent and my clothes hang loose where they used to hug my muscular build. My once pink lips are replaced with a pursed, grey slit; chapped and torn.

‘I could scare birds professionally, looking like this.’

Under scrutiny, my gut feels upset and heavy. I came out of prison feeling good; fit and healthy. A few weeks later, I’m already degenerating. An unpleasant taste rises in the back of my throat and I swallow my own disgust.

 ‘How can we be normal? What happiness does Zoey bring me? What happiness do we really know?’

I close my eyes and sigh, leaning forward on the swinging mirror. When I eventually lean back, I leave behind a smear on the glass. I have to swallow again, feeling verminous.

‘When did this happen? Why do I come back to this pathetic, evil shit?! Why throw it all away, again…?”

Staring at my own dead eyes, I grasp for an answer and fail. I don’t know why I am who I am.

“And people call us deviants…” Zoey’s voice is unusually quiet and slow, but it rouses my attention. Her voice, rasping like a cat’s tongue, lifts my spirits.

“What did you-” I start to ask, turning to face her. The corner of the room is a walk-in wardrobe and Zoey is holding open both doors. Stood statuesquely still, she stares inside. It’s literally filled with the kinkiest collection I’ve ever fucking seen.

There’s an obsessive, compulsive collection of cuffs, vibrators, dildos, restraints, flogs, whips, butt plugs and every sex toy available. A clothes rack carries an array of lingerie, PVC outfits and skimpy nightwear.

I let out a long, slow whistle and Zoey’s head locks onto me as though laser-guided.

“You like this stuff, you dirty pervert?”

I can only laugh at the shocked look on her face as I walk forward. I thought nothing would faze Zoey, but this has her shocked. I’m surprised.

“We’re all dirty perverts, Zo. You have to admire the work someone’s put into their collection, though.” I pluck a leather corset from the rack, holding the outfit against her slender frame, wolf whistling like a builder on break. “Some are dirtier than others. I don’t expect an innocent, vanilla girl like you to understand.”

My smirk is so thick it’s almost dripping from my face as I just marvel at Zoey’s complete bemusement. I rifle through the outfits, giving a small murmur of approval at the tasteful choices. There’s a whole range: basques, corsets, babydolls, lace knickers, stocking and garter sets; you name it.

‘This woman must be a really frisky bitch when she wants it!’

“You’ve really never wanted to try any of this, Zoey?”

She looks at me with a single raised eyebrow and smacks my arm.

“You think I care about skimpy lace and leather whips? We’re not all perverts.”

“Oh please, I’ve seen you looking! You’re all red and flushed! You’re embarrassed! I never thought I’d see the day that tough-bitch-Zoey blushed at little lacy knickers!”

Her eyes narrow to near slits as she just glares at me.

“Shut the fuck up, pin dick.”

Zoey snatches something from the rack and swings it at me so fast I hear the air whistle. My hand whips up, grabbing her wrist. Looking at each other, we both smirk and laugh to see she’s attacked me with a little leather crop.

“I knew there was a kinky slut in you somewhere, Zoey.”

Playfully – and very out of character – she sticks her tongue out at me as she relents, letting me take the crop from her grasp. Turning back to the wardrobe, she bends at the waist to pick something up. Clutching a small crop and seeing her ass forming tight against her denim jeans, I can’t resist.

Smack.

Only a short, sharp smack swats her arse, but the sound echoes from every wall. I jump back, expecting a scream, a hiss and a whirlwind of wild, wolverine fingernails clawing for retaliation. My jaw drops ungainly as she lets out a long, guttural moan from the back of her throat and shivers on the spot.

Zoey doesn’t speak, but remains bent over inside the wardrobe, her inviting ass pointing skyward.

‘Is she… Wiggling it at me?!’

“Is that all you’ve got, big boy? I’m disappointed.”

“You enjoyed that, you filthy slut…!”

Zoey’s face is filled with mischief and excitement, tongue snaking languidly over her lips. Her response is only a breathless whisper.

“Maybe.” She looks over her shoulder, pulling the denim enticing tight. “Okay, I admit I have always wanted to try a good, rough, kinky fuck, Joshua.”

I want to respond, but I’m left standing, holding that kinky plaything, with my mouth swinging open. I didn’t expect this of Zoey. I might have expected her to be the one using the whip, but…

She tuts, walking towards me to place her palm on my chest. Her cheeks are still flushed, but there’s fullness to her lips that I’ve never quite noticed and I can see her chest heaving.

“What do you think of a hot, rough fuck, Josh? Hm? Just this once…” She smirks and fingers through the rack-full of outfits.

My life has been a strange mixture of events, but this is one I’m not prepared for. My brain freezes and I can’t react. Zoey tuts and clears the bed of loot in a single swipe, shoving me onto it. She has new priorities. The lust and hunger gives energy to her lifeless eyes – reanimating the dead fire within her.

With me perched dumbly on the bed, she smirks at my no doubt gormless expression. She starts to flit through the outfits in front of us, pulling out a couple at a time. Giggling as she scans them, she’s bouncing on the spot. She holds up a basque, with a grin which fills her cheeks and gives them a healthy red glow. Her face is almost alight.

“I couldn’t pull this off, could I? Nah.” It’s dismissively launched across the room, knocking over a lampshade and immediately she’s leafing through the lingerie again. “Oh! Ah!” Zoey pirouettes on the spot, clutching a pair of red-topped hold-up stockings like an excited teenage girl’s first prom dress. “I’m wearing these!

I can barely blink before she’s kicked her pumps off against the walls. Her face creases with a genuinely naughty look. She saunters over, swaying her hips as she lifts the ridiculous hoody over her pale, smooth navel. Her hands caress herself before she snaps open the button of her jeans. Hooking the stiff denim, she starts to work it down her legs.

Zoey sways and dances like a professional, shimmying out of her bottoms. She turns and bends, cheekily grinning back as she slowly exposes her pale, skinny ass. As the jeans slip over the crease of her arse, her simple white panties slip into view. They’re cupped delicately around the inviting, swollen mound of her visibly wet pussy, nestled between her tightened thighs.

I’m stupidly holding the crop as she looks over her shoulder, with a feline grin, nodding towards it. Her arse squirms impatiently and I can laugh quietly as she closes her eyes, excitedly waiting.

“You’ve always wanted it nice and rough, huh Zo?”

She nods, eyes still closed, as she presses her arse towards me. I decide against using the crop. My hands seize her arse cheeks firmly, instead. She moans in surprise, thrusting back into my grasp as my hands spread her ass. With fingers roughly digging into her skin, she squirms in my hands and moans at even the simplest touch.

The damp patch of her knickers grows before my eyes. I can’t help it: I brush my lips over the wet gusset, tenderly, before biting hard into her taut ass. There’s a sharp hiss, which turns to a full, throat-launched groan when I pull back with a mouthful of her flesh. My mouth snaps away and her whole body quivers. The moans pour from her as I snatch up the crop and give her bouncing cheeks a couple of solid smacks.

Zoey darts forward, yelping and hopping inelegantly on one leg as she squirms out of her denims. She’s lost all pretence. She snatches her hoody over her head, beaming at me. It’s cast aside - along with the loose-fitting t shirt.

Her hair is ruffled and out of shape; her skin is pale and scored by needle marks and bruises; her modest, tiny breasts barely fill out her bra and she’s skinny enough to show bones in several places, but as she stands there clutching the stockings, she’s nothing but beautiful.

I sit and stare, feasting on the sight of her glee and the happiness on her face – brought by something she hasn’t had to inject. I love the effect of this healthy – albeit wicked – high.

She steps into the stockings with a surprising grace, snapping the tops against her thighs. She’s completely mismatched in white panties, red and black stockings, and a cream, misshapen bra, but I love it. I can’t help a smirk and a little laugh, much to her annoyance.

“What?” She raises an eyebrow.

“Oh nothing, you just look… Patchwork.” She catches my smirking face and – surprising me again –sticks her tongue out with both eyes scrunched tight.

“Oh fuck off, I look gorgeous!” She pirouettes and flourishes her arms, casting her unruly hair out behind her almost majestically.

“You’ve the moves, you just need the outfit and you could be a pro.” I wink at her and nod towards the wardrobe.

“I think I’ll pass on the other lingerie for now, though.” Her nose wrinkles as she looks directly at the assortment of laced knickers. “I don’t know where they’ve been.”

“Oh, so you’ve no problem sharing needles, but you’re not wearing another woman’s panties!”

Zoey’s eyes flatten into a scowl as she stomps towards me. Her one hand reaches back and deftly unsnaps the clasp of her bra. It drops at her feet even as she sashays towards me.

“You’re lucky I’m all revved up, Joshua, or I’d walk and leave you blue-balled.”

She tries to be hard, but I can see the desire raging in her eyes and I know nothing‘s going to stop her now. She’s more invested in this than I am. I lean back on my hands, waiting for her approach.

‘She needs cock. It’s written all over her. She’s mine.’

She straddles my lap, climbing onto the bed to press against me completely. The sodden gusset mashes against the prominent bulge of my waiting crotch and she wraps her arms around me. Her intentions are clear enough as she grinds her dripping cunt over me and kisses me hard.

Kissing isn’t normally Zoey’s style, but I play along; grabbing her ass and squeezing that modest slice of flesh in my palms is invigorating. The simple contact makes us both to grind into each other, dry-humping together as her lips devour mine.

‘She can’t wait much longer, I’m sure.’

She takes a little control, her confidence growing, pushing me back and stepping off me. I can see the dark, spreading patch of her oozing essence against her pale panties.

‘She’s too turned on to resist for long. I know that look: that complete, willing slut look. She’s fucking desperate and doesn’t care what happens. I’ve seen it a thousand times – but not from her. What’s gotten into her?’

My musing is cut short. She turns and bends at the waist, presenting her wiggling ass to me. Admiring the sight is a pleasure, but she whines impatiently. After just a few smacks of leather, she’s inches from my face with the succulent smell of her sodden snatch. Zoey’s fingers hook the waistband and her hips sway as she slips them slowly down her stockings.

I sit and stare as her pussy slips into view – streaking her sweet cream between her engorged lips and the ruined material. A hand emerges between her thighs before I can react. It spreads open her pink slit and delicately rubs through the slick and creamy folds of Zoey’s cunt.

‘God. It’s as beautiful as I remember. The nights I’ve lay awake in prison, dreaming of that tight, dripping, swollen-‘

She flashes around with a dramatic, impatient sigh, tearing her sweet slit away from me.

“Fuck’s sake, you’re useless today, Josh. Fucking useless, as always.”

Zoey’s so impatient for her prize that she’s pawing at my crotch. Now I’m determined to just sit and watch her clawing and grinding at my beating cock before she starts to manically tear away the material. Her fingers pull, snatch and hook at my trousers until she’s ripping them down my legs. I’ve barely time to kick off my boots before she seizes me.

Her long, slender fingers grip the base of my cock with a practiced manoeuvre. Her big pupils flick up to my face as her mouth opens and immediately envelops of the swollen, solid head of my now pulsing cock in gentle heat. I’m the one moaning now, leaning back on my hands as she kneels at my feet and bobs her head on me, lovingly sucking. She’s taking me deep in seconds, shoving herself down on my length and cramming every inch of my shaft into her throat.

A hand pumps in tandem with her working lips, twisting delicately to have my whole body twitching at her command. Her free hand reaches up and grabs mine, placing it on the back of her head. I wrap a hand in her hair, watching her eyes widen and water now she chokes herself – with gusto – on my grateful cock.

Zoey splutters up for air, streaking saliva from her lips. Her eyes are wide and glazed with lust. Her single hand strokes me faster than before, diligently working my aching meat in a blur.

“Fucking wake up and fuck my face, Josh!” Zoey spits on the tip of my length and massages it into my skin as she glares up at me. “I want it rough! Fucking take me! Make me have it, don’t just fucking sit there with your thumb up your ar-“

She stops talking – instantly – when I oblige her. Her condescending, obnoxious tone infuriates me until I snag a handful of her hair. I see her eyes bulge at the suddenly violent grip before one solid shove on the back of her head sends my dick sailing down her throat. She tries to gag and gasp around the base of my cock, futilely. I’m pinning her down, making her take it – just the way she wants it.

‘I’m sick of hearing this shit. The dirty little fucking whore wants it rough, does she? I’ll show her rough…’

I could laugh at the shocked eyes she shows me for the split second I let her lips linger at the head of my knob before I ram her down again. Both hands pin Zoey’s face a few inches higher, my hips lurch and she’s made to take the fucking entirety of my cock until she’s drooling uncontrollably down my crotch. My teeth are gritted and feeling her convulse and gag on my invading manhood satisfies me, wickedly.

I pull her off and she desperately tries to breathe. A single hand steers Zoey by her hair and rubs her lips around my balls. She obediently sucks them in, gathering up the loose, trailing droplets of saliva with her tongue.

“Come on, Zoey, you want to be a good little cocksucker then you’d better get working it, slut. Lick that all up so I can choke you on it a little more.”

She tries to respond. It’s probably something challenging or cheeky, but I don’t allow the first syllable out of her lips before sinking into her throat once more. I’m overhanging the bed now and she’s almost leaning backwards while my cock slides smoothly through her open orifice. My free hand grabs at the crop lying on the bed.

Zoey has just a second of panic to see my intention before her eyes slam slut.

Smack.

The deep-throated groan she lets out around me makes my whole body quiver.

‘I never thought Zoey was one for whips and spanking.’ My eyes cast over the array of toys ahead of me. ‘I wonder what else the dirty slut would like…’

I look down at her, watching her squirm and quiver in response to the crop’s gentle stroking of her ass. When it leaves her skin, I see her tense up and await the imminent, sweet, agonising sting.

Smack.

She’s really crying around my cock. I’ve eased up fucking her face, but she’s having none of it. Her cock hungry streak is insatiable and she’s straining against my grip on her hair, trying to impale herself on me, mumbling incoherently.

‘Just how much does she like being smacked, exactly…’

Grinning evilly, my foot kicks open Zoey’s thighs. Burying myself in her throat, I let the crop glide over the inside of her thighs. She’s squirming, moaning and swallowing; her whole body grinds impatiently. The crop pulls away and she tenses again.

Smack.

She screams around me to feel the sharp sting on her inner thigh. There’s silence the second it pulls away, though, waiting for…

Smack.

A matching scream leaves her, for the matching mark on her opposite thigh. I pull the crop back again and now she whines. Her mouth stops sucking and she waits obediently, stock-still and stiffened.

A moment’s pause causes a tremble to develop and her throat constricts around my thick cock when she tries to swallow. I feel an impatient moan building in her throat, and then…

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

Each clip of the leather crop on her swollen pussy has Zoey bouncing and convulsing with agonised pleasure. She’s wailing deafeningly and the fourth strike brings her lunging up from my cock with a deep, roaring breath of air. She’s quivering, staring at me with watering eyes and salivating lips.

“You fucking loved that, didn’t you, Zo?”

She doesn’t speak - she nods. I love that: watching her resistance crumble to expose the bare naked slut inside.

She starts to regain her composure a little. She looks at me directly and splays her thighs at right angles in front of me, on the floor. The cheeky girl re-appears behind her eyes as her slender fingers slowly strum the scarlet slit.

“Is that it, Josh? Are you done, now?” She tuts. “Do I have to take over?”

Licking her lips, Zoey sucks on her fingers and soaks them in spittle. Her other hand peels apart her engorged labia, brazenly exposing herself. Nimble fingers scuttle through her folds beneath her staring, hungry eyes. She teases slowly around her clit, moaning to herself, and then rolls her fingers slowly inside, raising her hips to meet the intrusion.

The room echoes with the guttural, primal moans from her immediate, incessant finger-fucking. I’m simply watching her with my exposed, dripping cock throbbing in my hand at the sight of her obscene performance. I don’t want it to end.

She’s moaning; her whole body writhing in no time as she liberally fucks herself for me. It feels only seconds before her eyes whip up and she grins.

“Come on, Josh. Give it to me. Fuck me, right now!”

Zoey kisses me hard, pushing me back onto the bed and straddling me in a single movement. She leans over me with her infectious grin, fingertips plucking her nipples while the dripping folds of her sex slide over my shaft. I wish I could say I didn’t moan for her.

“Come on, Josh!” she screams at me, smacking my chest. I shake my head and look up at her. “Fuck me already!”

She rises onto her knees and reaches for my shaft. The tip is slowly rubbed through her lips once before she starts to sink onto it. I take a grip of her hips, teasing her pelvis with my thumbs and pushing her down, gently. She breathes out slowly as she’s slowly impaled, stretching open around me.

Zoey’s nails are untended and razor sharp, digging into my skin. She gives just a hint of a moan, closing her eyes with the sensation.

“Oh, that feels good. Fuck me, Josh. Fuck that horny little cunt, right now!”

With a tight grip, I raise her up again, dictating a steady pace. Zoey’s moaning, but she’s impatiently rocking in my hands for more. I watch her face, seeing her frustration build, knowing that at any moment she’s going to scream.

She smacks me. I flinch and I feel the pressure build in my chest as I hold back a growl.

“I said fuck me, you limp-dicked wimp!” She smacks me again and I feel my jaw tighten. “What’s wrong with you? What, you can beat an old man half to death, but you can’t give me a little roughness?”

‘That no good, dredging, horrible little fucking whore!’

I lose it. She’s cast sideways over the bed with one throw. Zoey yelps as I grab her ankle and haul her over to me again, leaning over her. I seize her wrists tightly – too tight – and shove them above her head as I glare into her hardened eyes.

“What the fuck did you just say, bitch?”

She sneers at me. “What, you gonna hit me too, now?” She snorts and stares into my eyes, still. “I said you can beat an old man half to death, but you can’t take a willing woman. What kind of man are you, huh?”

Her gaze dips a little as my hands grip her wrists even harder. I’m angry and she knows it. Sadly, it’s what she wants. I hate that.

“What, you want to be used, Zoey? You wanna be held down and fucked all nice and hard, huh? Nothing’s too rough for a tough bitch like you, is it? Hm?”

She smirks and looks at me challengingly. She whispers back.

“Show me what you’ve got.”

My glare turns into a smirk and I see her steady stare falter for just a moment. I know just how to treat her. I can’t say I’ve never wanted to punish her so completely with a rough, unadulterated fucking.

‘I should just do what I’ve always wanted to do and fuck the little bitch to unconsciousness.’

I can feel her hips thrusting and grinding as she searches for my cock. Lowering my hips just a little, she can reach me and she starts to impertinently grind herself against my pelvis – and whatever else she can reach. Sitting up, my hands pull her to the edge of the bed. Her eyes still hold the lingering challenge and an excited sneer adorns her face.

“Yeah, that’s it. Show me what you can do, big boy. Fuck that little cunt, right now!”

I look at her and smirk with a shake of my head.

“I don’t think so, whore.”

Confused, she starts to frown – suddenly whimpering as I seize her ankles, rolling her onto her front. Zoey gasps, looking back, her marble eyes wide as I grab two firm handfuls of her ass. Spreading her cheeks, I smile over her shoulder and openly spit on her puckered asshole. My thumb glides down the cleft of her ass and massages the moisture into her skin.

As soon as she understands, Zoey wails, squirming and kicking beneath me. She’s trying to crawl up the bed, but it’s simple enough to pull her back by an ankle. She kicks and fights, yelling at me.

“No, Josh, I didn’t say that…! I said fuck my cun-“

Smack.

She’s cut short the instant the abandoned crop swipes swiftly across her arse again. Zoey’s cries are loud enough to hurt my ears, before she’s moaning into the sheets, writhing. Squirming on the spot, Zoey raises her arse again just as my hand pulls back.

Smack.

Another shriek from her plump lips is all I’m waiting for. Her hair is balled up in my fist and her head yanked back to look me in the eye, upside-down.

“You’re my little fucking whore now, Zoey, and you’ll take what I give you. Won’t you?”

Again she struggles, but another swat across her ass brings a whimpered cry and an attempted nod.

“Say it, slut.”

She whines, swallowing and trying to breathe as I drag the crop down the cleft of her ass.

“P-please! I’m yours, Josh! Just… Just fuck me!”

‘God, I’ve waited long enough to hear that.’

I laugh. It’s a laugh of power and control; a happy laugh.

Dropping her unceremoniously to the sheets, I steal a handful of panties from the rack behind me. Zoey turns, mouth open to speak, just in time for me to stuff them into her mouth. I can see the complaint forming behind her eyes until my hand tightens around her hair and pins her face to the sheets.

“Do not make me tape your mouth shut, whore.”

She nods, obediently. Her arms are heaved behind her back and I snatch a small silk scarf. It’s quickly lashed around her wrists - tight enough to make her whimper.

“I’m sick of your wriggling. You’re mine, now, and I’m keeping it that way, bitch.”

She’s essentially powerless, now. She knows it, as she moans and whines into the sheets in front of me. Again, I spit on her tight star, chuckling because she flinches and moans at the gentle probing of my thumb. It slips easily into the constrictive hole and she just collapses onto her stomach, moaning.

Smack.

“Get on your knees, bitch!”

She screams and struggles up on her knees, raising her ass for me. I just run the wet tip of my dick between her cheeks as she writhes against me with endless quiet whimpering.

In a moment of mercy, a bottle of lube from the toy chest is drizzled over her ass. Zoey’s wriggling promise of satisfaction is too tempting to resist much longer. I don’t wait on ceremony. Looking at the back of her head, I remember her vicious words. The anger boils again and my jaw tightens.

Grabbing her hip with one hand, my shaft is guided to her puckered star and immediately pressed inside. She tenses up, her back straightening, and screams out; I don’t stop.

‘Fuck her. Fuck the little whore right now and shut her up at last.’

Zoey’s whole body struggles to rise, but she’s pinned by a strong hand. My cock sinks into her as the room reverberates with her cries until the moment I heave her body back onto my length. She stops for a moment, gasping silently with a choked breath, before a long, plaintive whine is muffled into the sheets.

I don’t stop. I’m buried inside her now and I’m going to see it through.

I slide out quickly before I ram back in – noting how much easier it is the second time. I see Zoey’s bound hands clenching and opening, uselessly. She can only lie there and take the fucking I’m going to give her.

I reach out and snatch her head up, seeing the tears rolling down her face.

“Is this what you wanted, bitch? Hm? Is this rough enough?”

Zoey doesn’t answer me; she’s too far gone. She’s mumbling unintelligently, mewling to herself. I throw her down again, just pulling back on her hair enough to lever her deeper onto my cock. She’s pinned by one hand, made to take the solid cock inside her, while the other mercilessly smacks her blood-red arse cheeks.

After a few minutes of primal, grunting fucking, her mewls turn to fully-fledged whines. I can feel her whole body quivering and I know what she wants.

“Ohhh, I see!” I pull out suddenly, throwing Zoey down on her back to stare into her blood-shot, tear-streaked eyes. “Hoping to come, are you, slut?”

She’s desperate and plaintive, looking at me and nodding furiously. She tries to speak and a wad of panties slips from her mouth.

Smack.

“If you’re not going to behave, slut…” I reach for a roll of tape from the shelf. She’s shaking her head and bleating, but she’s earned it. A strip of black tape secures the makeshift gag to make her feel that little more powerless.

“You want to come, bitch?”

She nods – violently – eyes properly bulging.

“Ha. We’ll see. Beg me.”

She raises an eyebrow and mumbles a question past her gag.

Smack.

She screams into the material.

“Don’t question me, whore, just fucking beg!”

Her cries are loud and desperate – if completely incoherent.

“I’ll trust that was begging.”

Laughing, I hook her stocking-clad legs over my shoulders and seize her hips in my hands. I deliberately stare at her as I press slowly into her ass again, watching her quiver beneath me and her eyes rolling back into her head.

I’m not waiting around. The second my head slips into the tight tunnel, I grab her hips and start to fuck her, mercilessly. She’s immediately screaming and moaning into her gag again, thrashing on the sheets, possessed. Her legs are locked against my chest with my forearm while her swollen clit is rapidly flicked. I can see her creamy juices trickling from her needy cunt.

Her eyes are open for just a second, but it’s long enough to spot me reaching for the crop once more. She clamps them shut and whines, waiting to feel its sting. It doesn’t come. Zoey’s eyes snap up to mine as she feels the leather tip gliding over her dribbling pussy.

She finds me wearing a smirking leer as the crop pulls back. She can barely flinch in time.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

She is properly loud now, filling the room with her pleasure-driven shrieks, her body jumping and bucking desperately.

“You really are a fucking filthy little bitch, Zoey!” I laugh, watching her convulse on me. It’s obvious to see her breathing becoming faster and faster. Leaning forward, one of my hands wraps tight around her throat as I whisper to her. “I fucking love it.”

My hold is tight enough to make her eyes bulge, but she desperately nods her approval as she’s clamped in place. Seeing her eyes roll back into her head just draws a moan from me and my thrusting gets harder and harder. The gag can’t possibly stop the sheer weight of her pleading screams. Zoey desperately tries to fuck me back, wanting every bit of it, before her eyes snap open at the last second. Her breath catching, she stares straight at me.

“Come on me, Zoey, you dirty bitch!”

She’s lost to it immediately. Silence falls as her breath stops and her eyes clamp shut. Zoey arches, raising up and falling again with a massive spasm, shaking and sweating into the sheets. I’ve not stopped fucking her and I’ve not slowed down. I ease my grip on her throat and she desperately tries to breathe. I quickly tear the strip of tape from her mouth with a ripping sound. The cry she lets out quakes her body all over again before she collapses onto the bed, twitching and shaking.

Stuffing my fingers into her mouth, the makeshift gag is pulled out to let her whole body swell with the first proper breath of air. Zoey’s panting frantically, flushed red and quivering. My incessant pounding doesn’t let her down from the constant quivering high that has her body vibrating. Her eyes plead with me, but her mouth hangs open uselessly.

Smack.

She screams again and whines, her pleading gaze turning anxious. There’s a patch of her ass that’s swollen and red from the crop’s bite.

Smack.

She’s not stopping me – she’s not even complaining – she’s just whining with complete need now, resigned to her fate as my fuck toy. Despite it all, she’s still rocking her hips and grinding into me.

‘She really is fucking unstoppable…’

“You want more, do you, Zoey?”

Her eyes widen and she hesitates for a moment – crying out at the crop’s swift encouragement. She nods at me, thrusting her hips needily into the air.

“Pleaaaase, Josh! Just give it to me! I love it!” Her head collapses back, her face masked by a mess of long hair, thrashing gently from side to side.

I slip out of her ass without warning. Her pained cry of disappointment is genuinely horrible to hear.

“Please, Josh! Please! Please! Don’t stop now, I want mor-!”

Her cries halt as she looks over towards me. I grab the biggest vibrator on the shelf and I see the moment of panic in her eyes. Her lips move, but I dive forward and place my palm over her mouth, pinning her down.

“You are my little whore right now, Zoey.” I’m rubbing the soft shaft of the toy over her sodden pussy, coating it in her juices. Zoey only looks up at me with frantic, needy eyes, nodding for more. She still grinds insatiably on the plastic cock nestling against her entrance. “Good girl.”

At the last word, the tip of the toy presses into her clenching cunt and immediately slams home. She shrieks against my palm, thrusting her hips and nodding uncontrollably as I bury every inch of it inside her. She bucks, trying for more, as I start to fuck her with it.

The toy kicks into an intense vibration, with one little button, deep inside Zoey’s pulsing pussy. Watching her trembling increase just paints a huge grin over my face and I instantly shove myself back inside her arse with a grunt. All breath leaves her at once. Zoey has nothing left to give except to limply raise her pelvis skyward and groan uncontrollably, thrashing her head on the ruffled sheets.

Groans turn to pleas and whining rattles of breath as I seize the pulsing toy and, in time with my own thrusts, start to fuck her clenching snatch. Every inch of her pale, punctured skin glows bright red and burns with a searing heat.

Her hips saw on the penetrating shafts and her whole body shakes a little as she gets closer and closer once more. Quickly, I bury the toy inside her and seize her hips. Raising Zoey’s arse into the air, my hips find a new burst of energy and immediately start to fuck her harder than ever.

Zoey arches up, screams out and then falls suddenly silent for just a moment as she quakes in my hands, her cunt clenching on the buzzing toy inside her. I can feel the vibrations and as her ass tightens on me, I can’t hold on much longer.

Zoey’s dropped heavily onto the sheets as my cock pulls out. She breathlessly shudders, trying to claw her herself away from the endless buzzing of the vibrator inside her. Just the sight of her spasming pleasure is enough to send me over the edge. I only need to pump my shaft half a dozen times to coat her fiery skin in ropes of white hot come.

My hips jerk, my eyes clamp shut and I groan out loudly as I feel myself erupt over her. I almost cry out as the first rope fires from me with that full-bodied jerk.

Just the splash of heat over her skin is enough to send her poor, spent body through another round of uncontrollable quakes. Eventually, Zoey’s left collapsed in front of me, breathless, her pale skin decorated by trickling rivers of come. A thick streak of it dribbles down her face and follows her lips. She seems too spent to move.

“P.. Pl… Please… Josh…”

Relenting, now that my lust and aggression has been slightly sated, I mercifully remove the toy from Zoey’s openly weeping pussy. She lets out a relieved moan and rolls onto her side, just enough that I can undo the knot binding her wrists together.

She curls up on top of the sheets in front of me and I can see what I’ve done to her. Welts form on her ass and thighs with whole areas glowing red. She stills quivers in front of me as her arms hug her knees. I can see small strain areas on her wrists from the ties and a rush of guilt hits me. The sight of red handprints on her throat is a surprise. I’m compelled to sit next to her with a hand on her hair.

“Zoey…? Are you okay?”

She doesn’t respond, just lets out a happy murmur and curls up tight. I watch her for a minute until her trembling starts to fade.

‘She should rest. No one’s coming home tonight.’

Sighing, I gather the discarded sheets from the bed and lay them over her. Softly, I slip under the bedding and sidle up to her radiating body. I feel guilty, yes, but part of me just wants to be close to her, still.

‘I’m sure she’ll be fine in the morning.’

My eyes cast to the walls and I see the pictures of the family around me. My mind wanders again.

‘Can we really ever be normal?’

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For the first few weeks working at Joelle’s, my feet never really touched the floor. This was everything I had dreamed of, and more. In case you don’t know about her - though I’d be curious if you didn’t - Joelle’s the woman who turned makeup into a true art. Where others only “applied” lipstick, rouge and eye shadow, she painted with an artist’s skill and turned the plainest women into goddesses, into true artwork. Nobody knew her surname, and nobody needed to. All the big stars flocked to her...

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Fade to Black

Aidan Black stared at the online text that flashed up onto the screen. ‘I luv ur stories!’ He yawned, and took another sip of his Jack Daniels. He quickly typed a reply and then leaned back in his chair. ‘What do you like about them?’ He smiled at the long pause. All these fans are the same, he thought to himself. Innocent young girls that dream of being treated like dirty sluts and too afraid to tell their college boyfriends that doggy-style after a long alcohol-fused pub crawl just wasn’t...

Reluctance
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Jailbait

It had been five years since my wife died. I was stuck in a rut. It was as if my life had stalled the day Gina passed away. I was as emotionally healed as I would ever be, yet I lacked the will to go out and start anew. I worked, I came home. I slept, and then I headed back to work again the very next day. My life became a cycle. Rinse and repeat, ad infinitum.Maybe that’s why I allowed Christie to get so close to me. I told myself I just needed the help, but had I thought it through, I would...

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Im Sorry Daddy

Kailee knew she shouldn’t be here. He warned her of what would happen if she came into his space alone again. Shane, her father in-law was a good man, but he liked things his way. He wanted everything run his way. When Kailee and his son had to move back in with him and his wife while their place was being finished, the rules had been simple. Stay out of his office. Last week Kailee had been wandering around the large house, bored and looking for something to do. She walked down the hall and...

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Danis Dilemma

I watched his plane lift off and disappear into the eastern sky. As I slowly walked across the airport terminal to the parking lot, I tried to compose myself as I wiped the last few tears from my cheeks. I could still feel his lips on my lips and the lingering scent of his shaving soap was still with me, but both sensations were rapidly vanishing. As I climbed into the car, I leaned back one last time saying good-bye to the man I loved. The feeling of the strength of his arms around me in our...

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Caught in the Act

Anna had only been living with Lincoln for three months, one week and five days when he walked in on her masturbating. He’d originally left with an overnight bag swinging from his clenched fist and a casual comment thrown over his shoulder to let her know he'd be spending the weekend at a friend’s place. Ten minutes after he'd walked out the door she'd stripped down to her tank top and panties, feeling the urgent need to relieve some of the tension that being around him regularly caused. In...

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The Cabo Connection

Damon: I’ll bet you’ll get up to some trouble in Cabo.  I smirked at the text that flashed up on our chat-log from the computer screen. He was always teasing me. Ashleigh: No trouble. At least not the good kind of trouble. I’m going with my boyfriend don’t forget. There was a pause, and while I anticipated his next words, I took a sip of the vodka soda I was prone to drinking while I spent my online hours chatting with my favorite virtual stranger, DamonX. I leaned back in my computer chair and...

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Totally Unacceptable

Dedication: This story is just a bit of fun and is respectfully dedicated to all the tireless story checkers on Lush, whose hard work makes this site possible and who have to put with rubbish like this every day. Also, thanks must go to Fugly, whose story "Bag of Lush All Sorts" was the inspiration for this piece.I was in only my second month at Global Biofuels and still finding my way around the organisation. As the head of procurement in a modern, forward-thinking, ethical company, I had to...

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10 Items Or Less

Robyn thought about sex a lot. She craved sex. Robyn wanted to feel a man’s strong masculine hands all over her naked body, to hear him whisper dirty words in her ear and make her pussy sopping wet.She imagined his hands pulling her hair back and his tongue in her ear as his thick hard cock penetrated her wet cunt. She wanted to feel his bulging biceps caress her sides and the feel of his sweat mixing with hers on their warm wet bodies.Just then Robyn looked up and saw bright red brake lights...

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Bag of Lush all sorts

Anal “You like that, don’t ya Fugs, hey?” asked Eric. “You like a big cock going deep in that sweet tight little puckered up ass?” “You know I do, Babe,” I said between thrusts. “But, do you want to talk or fuck?” “Oh, let’s talk please,” Eric smirked. “How was your day, sweetheart?” “Well asshole, it was going fine... until you opened your mouth. So, stop being a smart ass, shut up and”... BDSM “Take it like the bitch you are,” I said, as I rammed my condom covered rubber opaque cock...

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Kinky Twisted College Sex

(episode 31) Prelude to the Party: After finding out about Mary Beth’s kinky tryst at the lesbian club and also allowing myself to participate in Jennifer’s twisted drug-fueled gang bang, I found myself in a very strange mood. In fact it was like being apathetic, ashamed, strangely aroused and creeped out all at once. Despite all the bizarre events of the past weekend, I thought I’d try to maintain my relationship with Mary Beth. I figured my participation in Jennifer’s twisted orgy and Mary...

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3 years ago
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Focused On Sex

Milena's story My name is Milena and I work in a well-known chain of Opticians on the high street. When the manageress of our store suggested that we have a ‘wear what you want day’ I was excited. I’ve always been one for fancy dress. Then she added one or two caveats. We must be decent and not wear anything that brings the business into disrepute. Knowing me, that was a tall ask, but hey ho! She said it would be good for morale and create a talking point among customers and attract passing...

Quickie Sex
4 years ago
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Losing It

Mike,  Enough endless talking.  You once said that it is not bragging if one can back up one’s words with action, and now it has come time to back up your words, mon petit.   Please see attached; everything has been arranged.  Yours, Jen. No further explanation.A ‘click,’ a mental turn as my brain processed those three short sentences, and time quite changed, my vision dimming as I read the attachment.  It read as follows:Dear Mr. Stone,Thank you for choosing Alaska Airlines. Please make note...

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2 years ago
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Claires Conception Part

I think I fell in love with Claire the first time I saw her, standing with her team mates in her hockey kit in the queue for dinner in the refectory of our University Hall of Residence. Dark haired, athletically built and sporty, she seemed a long way out of my class. Despite being basically tall and good-looking myself – in great shape after many years playing rugby – there was something about her that I found different from other girls and, frankly, intimidating but I couldn’t get her out of...

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Excerpts From My Inexperience T

This story only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.I’ve always been a bit of a loner. Even in my daydreams, which largely featured a handsome prince who saw me completely differently to how I really am, more time was spent waiting and dreaming of him in those solitary imaginings than I did actually with him in them. I believe that was prophetic, leading into (or perhaps from?) pathetic. When it comes to sex, with two startling exceptions, all of that...

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The Sex Rehab Diaries Rach

“Hi, I’m Rachel, and yeah… I guess you can call me a sex addict,” I giggled as I looked at the expectant faces surrounding me. I thought about that statement for a minute. Of course, I’d never called myself a sex addict out loud, but the idea of it sounded almost kind of sexy. Of course I knew I was supposed to be all serious standing there in the classroom at The Belleview Retreat for Sexual Health. But really, how can you find the seriousness of group therapy at all? They were a miscellaneous...

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The Devils Harem The Curs

‘To pluck a beautiful flower from the desert is an unpardonable sin.’ – Man Of Mountain, Shoshone Medicine Man My best friend Karla, lived with her dad, Hank, in a trailer until she was eighteen. Then she fixed up an empty trailer, one of those old chrome things with the rounded corners, and moved into it by herself. She used to get spooked in that trailer all by herself. She would call me on the phone and say, “Jan, come over and spend the night. You know I’ve got NetFlix; we’ll rent something...

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Touching Myself

I love sex. I suppose that doesn't make me unusual. Most women do. My urge to share my desires online isn't so common. Maybe I love the attention, and maybe by sharing, part of me hopes others will share their own desires with me.Such things are never easy to speak of. Maybe it's easier for guys, but I don't know if that's true. I do know some girls find it very difficult to talk about their intimate secrets. I think that's a shame. How can we hope to achieve a satisfying sex life if we are too...

Masturbation
4 years ago
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The Midnight Walk

Something powerful stirred inside me when I heard the groan of carnal satisfaction over the gentle waves. That something had been trying to return for a while, nudged toward life with every sultry glance and beautiful body that I encountered or imagined. But when I turned the corner that night and saw her on his lap, rolling her hips, unmistakeably fucking, that was when it officially re-awakened. It had been asleep for literally years; when I moved to Jamaica, it truly slept in peace. It was a...

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A rough night at work

Saturday evening was delightful, the club was jumping, and there lots and lots of pretty people around to enjoy. A tall brunette was giving me the eye, and the way she was looking at me told me we were on the same wavelength. She finally walked up to me and spoke."Can I buy you a drink, pretty lady?"Silly girl, of COURSE you can!"I'd love that, and I love Cosmos. My name's Elizabeth, and you are?"She smiled and it was the kind of smile I liked."I'm Kendra, and I'm impressed, you're very...

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2 years ago
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Executive Toy

I sighed, hit “send” on my email, and wondered if it was time for another trip across the road to Costa. The office was supposed to be air-conditioned, but it didn’t seem to be working today, just when it was most needed. It’s not that I was complaining about the hot weather, it’s just that I’d much rather be out sun-bathing than stuck at my computer all day.Suddenly I heard a voice behind me.“I don’t suppose you’ve got any Ibuprofen, Annie. This heat’s given me a splitting headache, and I must...

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4 years ago
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Wheres the Remote

If I hurried, I had time to drive home, take a quick shower, get dressed and still not be late for my dinner date with Jason. He was working late, so he would be meeting me at the restaurant. Since I knew he wouldn’t be stopping home first, it gave me time to get my naughty surprise ready for him. Hopping out of the shower, I quickly dried off, rubbed on some lotion and made sure I was smooth all over. I put on a lace black bra and garter, slid on some black thigh highs and attached them to the...

Toys
1 year ago
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The Little Black C

My boyfriend and I were cuddled together in my bed enjoying the post coital bliss that followed a nice, but not spectacular fuck. I was gently fondling his rapidly deflating penis as he softly massaged my labia - both slippery with various sexual fluids. Devin broke the moment asking, “On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate this?” “Sssh,” I sighed, “Let's just enjoy this.” “Seriously,” he said, “One to ten, with a ten being mind blowing.” “Devin, let it be,” I protested, “Just be quiet.”...

Group Sex
2 years ago
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Pam Sandwich

Pamela had already made the picnic and packed it into a wicker basket when the boys arrived. She’d cleaned the kitchen as well, been a thorough little domestic goddess with her mom and dad away for the week. And finally she had changed from jogging pants and T-shirt into her costume. Nothing outlandish, just a simple white-muslin dress and sandals, and then to the garden to pluck daisies and buttercups and ring them into a crown and a necklace. She stood before her bedroom mirror adjusting the...

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My Husbands Best Friend

On a warm, quiet night, Lauren lay in bed listening, through her open bedroom window, to the deep moans of an unknown woman that was repeatedly brought near climax, only to be edged back from her orgasmic bliss. Lauren’s husband, dead to the world in a deep sleep, lay next to her, oblivious of the other woman but thirty feet outside their window, being ravaged by Jason, who had been their best man just three years ago.Lauren’s fingers were massaging her rock hard nipples as she imagined Jason’s...

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In Praise Of Older Women

Jack’s Story Despite all my reservations, I had agreed to house sit my parent’s place for a month this summer while they were on vacation in Europe. My parents lived in the suburbs and were far from my usual stomping grounds. Literally there was nothing, but nothing, around unless your amusement was the local shopping mall.“Jack,” my father had said, “your mother and I would feel so much more comfortable if you were here. There has been this wave of robberies in this area occurring when people...

MILF
3 years ago
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Gift Of The Geisha

Seven o’clock, the black numbers showed clearly against the silver LED background. Tanner noted the time with a sense of detachment, not concerned or hurried, but with an awareness that his guest would soon arrive. A geisha, Tanner thought while gazing out through the expanse of windows in his penthouse apartment.Tanner rolled the word through his mind again, sampling its meaning as if he could taste its implications. Would she offer sex? Probably, but there was no guarantee. From what little...

Straight Sex
1 year ago
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Little Perversions

The city is lonely and my bedside table is in disarray. Cherry cola fizzes in a champagne flute. A ragged copy of Albert Camus’ The Fall holds a position of importance in place of a Bible. It’s bookmarked at Jean-Baptiste’s recollection of that warm autumn night by the River Seine. I like to reread that passage when I can’t sleep. Next to it, there’s a half-smoked joint in a vintage glass ashtray that I stole from an ex-lover’s apartment. I can’t remember his name, but there’s something...

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1 year ago
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Shall I Serve You Myself

It was just another normal day in the cheese aisle when I first noticed her. Customers came and went as normal buying all manner of chilled foods. The queue at the deli ebbed and flowed as people clamoured for cheese, cold meats and fresh pizzas. It was my job to manage the staff and ensure all the shelves were fully stocked. In hindsight I didn't pay too much attention the first time, but after four days of seeing her visit my aisles I knew every curve of her body! On day one she bought milk...

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2 years ago
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Jill Steps Out A Cuck is C

As the door closed behind me I looked at my watch. One a.m. I should be home in less than half an hour. It smelled refreshing and invigorating outside. As I walked to my car the last few drops of his semen ran down my leg. My bra and panties were in my purse. I was dressed in my normal work attire, not having showered after. I was sure I was ripe with the fresh sent of rigorous sex. When I arrived home intended to drop my clothes, get into bed, odorous as I was, and shower in the morning.I...

Cuckold
2 years ago
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Kinky Twisted College Sex

(episode 30) My infatuation with Mary Beth grew during January of 2008. She was damned sexy and really good looking, plus she had one of planet Earth’s best camel toes. Another great thing about Mary Beth was that she was almost as daring and insatiable as Jennifer. However, as February came along, a few problems did arise. Mary Beth was becoming more and more possessive and controlling, and she would get really pissed off about me going over to Brittany and Jennifer’s apartment to study. ...

College Sex
4 years ago
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Cocksucking Teens

Gav slipped off his leather jacket and hung it over the back of his chair. It was Monday again and he needed to get to grips with the project that he was overseeing. He was head of IT Infrastructure at a busy lingerie firm. Lucy’s Underwear Show House had a turnover of £120 million and was one of the fastest growing businesses in the sector. In spite of the recession the company had made inroads into the ‘bedroom’ market capitalizing on the gap left by a recently dissolved name. Gav was a...

Taboo
2 years ago
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Quartet

Seattle, Winter ‘07 Her name was Lucy, or at least that’s the name she used, and she was a junkie. I didn’t need to see the track marks to know. In my line of work, I’d seen enough addicts to ID them quickly. She said she was 25, another lie. Closer to 20 would be my guess. That’s the thing about junkies. Lying comes naturally. It’s second nature. “I want to get clean.” See? Translation. I’d rather go to rehab then the slammer. Eventually, I got the truth out of her, though. Surprisingly,...

Seduction
2 years ago
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Miss American Pornstar

Ida Hoe was waiting nervously back stage as her arch rival, Holly Keyhole, performed on stage riding Hoss Bigg cowgirl style on a trampoline. She could hear the audience shouting in delight. The raucous cheers were almost deafening.Ida was horrified that Holly might give an unsurmountable performance. Ida barely trailed her for first place in this grand finale episode of Miss American Pornstar. Winning the title of the first Miss American Pornstar would not only make her the newest rage in the...

Group Sex
1 year ago
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The Ride Home

Late night. Lights glisten on the surface of the road where it rained not long before. I’m about to put my foot down on leaving the village when I catch sight of her. I bring the car to a halt, watching in the mirror as the rear lights redden the black nylon on her legs. Her skirt is short, jacket only waist-length. High heels. Something’s odd about this. You don’t really see hitch-hikers anymore, certainly not ones that look like her. I press the button, letting the window slide down. She...

Reluctance
4 years ago
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Earning her tuition

I was only nineteen and my world was over! One little clerical error and I was no longer eligible for the student loan I needed to get me through my next semester. I didn’t even have family that could help me. My mother was a waitress living paycheck to paycheck, and my father died when I was six. I had been in a daze of disbelief when I left the college’s office, where Mrs. Banks had broken the bad news. I had known the moment I walked in and saw that she was smiling at me with a look of...

Taboo
3 years ago
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Just Babysitting

Everyone says that your high school years are the best years of your life. For me, that’s only half true. High school sucked on so many levels. People either loved you, or they hated you, usually for the most pathetic reasons that most often came from a spark of jealousy, therefore causing rumours to spread. There was the fear of busting your ass; only to walk away with a mark that would honestly get you nowhere in life, and finally, teacher’s found any excuse to be on your ass. For me, this...

Taboo
2 years ago
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The Neapolitan

1976Logan Lee Beauregard drove his sporty, little green, convertible MGB onto Interstate 85 West, just north of Columbus, Georgia. The top was down on the little convertible sports car as he felt the wind blowing freely through his long hair. He was hyped with eager anticipation about the mischievous adventures ahead of him. He sat low in the seat, his left arm resting on the top edge of the door, while his left hand rode the wind. His right hand firmly gripped the steering wheel as he sang...

Interracial
2 years ago
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Let Her Eat Cake

1 Week Before the Masquerade"That can't be your best line. What is it really?" Hector asked his new recruiting partner."It is, I swear. Women love hearing things like that. Some of them laugh, but they still like it," Jonas answered, while parking their black SUV."Whatever, man," Hector chuckled and continued. "I wouldn't tell you what my best line is either... But it's not even about the lines with me anyway."Both men flipped the SUV's sun visors down, slid the mirrors open and made sure...

Reluctance
1 year ago
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Yuletide Mindfuck

Bleak midwinters. Shane Houston supposed they didn't get a whole lot bleaker than working Christmas Eve late shift in Cinemagic Video, frosty winds or otherwise. He glanced up from his paperback at the garishly-lit dreariness to check for customers. The drab horror of the place was only emphasised by the few decorations Arlo had cared to string casually about the shelf-tops. God, you'd think the guy might put in a little effort if he wanted to keep his business solvent. Shane had been short on...

Oral Sex
2 years ago
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Father Moss

“What we did last night…” the boy ventured, compulsively thinking of sex as he watched his older temptress ease the cork out of a bottle of Merlot, “it…it wasn’t the first time for me.”Elisabeth turned and looked at him, eyebrow raised. “Is that so?”The boy nodded quickly, averting her gaze. She poured a glass for herself and one for him. “Anyone I know?” she inquired with a hint of playful suspicion as she handed his drink over, sure to let him get a good look down the front of her dressing...

First Time
3 years ago
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The Ghost on Forest Lane

On Forest Lane a ghost resides, who in the darkness howls and cries. In moonless night he strolls outside, to find a victim for his plight. A careless soul he’ll bind and tow, into his basement down below. To use his soul for better or worse to find a way, to break the curse This silly rhyme was told to scare the young children of the town of Woodbury. Fifty years ago a tragic event had occurred in the quiet town with their sleepy inhabitant. The local doctor had died in a ‘tragic accident’ as...

Supernatural
2 years ago
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The Benefits Of Living A

I shut the laptop with slightly shaky hands. I was wet. Ridiculously so. I could feel my pussy lips smoosh against each other as I scooted back on the couch and replayed his words in my head. He always had this effect on me. It was just words on a screen, but without fail I'd find myself getting wet when he told me what he wanted to do to me. It wasn't everyone I talked to. Just him. He had a way.Most nights after I shut the computer down I'd head to bed and fall asleep after fucking myself...

Hardcore
1 year ago
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Fucking The Wrong

Angela’s no Angel, that’s for sure. The girl’s got a great pair of tits and she’s definitely not shy about showing them off - which is a bit of a problem given that she’s my girlfriend’s younger sister. I’d been going out with Tina for a few weeks when she decided it was time for me to meet her parents but it was Angela who made a real impression on me. “Do you like my T-Shirt?” she asked, unzipping her sports jacket to reveal a thin white top which was stretched obscenely-tight across the...

Anal
1 year ago
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Would You Like Ketchup

She had the sweetest voice. Cheerful and friendly; not the kind that’s drilled into you by managers, but sincere sounding. It’s hard to tell by a voice, but I guessed her to be young, probably college age, since the university was just down the street.“Fries, please. And a diet Pepsi.”I smiled as she repeated it back, putting a little pop into the ‘p’s.“Will there be anything else?” she asked, her voice not losing any of its allure despite issuing from the metal box just left of the menu...

Voyeur
2 years ago
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Claimed

There was something so familiar. This was not the first time she had looked into the intensity of those ice grey eyes, Asia was certain of it. Who could forget such a hauntingly unique color, the distinct clarity, the way they seemed to bore through her and create a rush that could only be compared to actual physical intimacy. The fact that he was a stranger and on the opposite end of the room only left Asia in a confused state of uneasiness. His eyes almost seemed to glow in the low lighting...

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