Lana... and Maria

Young at Heart

Lana hasn’t changed at all since I initiated the affair. She is still the same woman I left: gentle, refined, sophisticated, charming, and beautiful. She has the vitality and physique of a woman half her age. (14+)

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Izzy before, during, and after The Arrival

The Arrival

‘What are you? Leave me alone! Get out of me, won’t you?’ Izzy in The Arrival (18+)    

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Mother Earth

I Saw Her Crying in Tom Planter’s Field

I saw her crying in Tom Planter’s field, The blonde-haired girl in black nobody knows…

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Vicki

Siren

‘I’m not distracted! Don’t say that!’ A disturbing tale of photo-erotic obsession. (18+)

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Ingrid, Karlsson, Olsson

Fuss

‘You cannot just die, sötnos!’ (18+)

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Sylvie

Red Rubber Ball

‘Did you think I was going to crack under the pressure? Go on, admit it, I had you fooled there, didn’t I?’ (16+)

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Jacqui, Suzie and Alex

Wishes

Two college students from vastly different social classes, Alex, and Jacqui, are set up on a blind date by Suzie: sunbathing on Wittering Beach, then a romantic candlelit dinner. Alex is a hermit who has never known love. He worries Jacqui might not turn up. Fears she’ll break his heart if she does. The date starts badly and gets progressively worse… A story about love, respect, and the implications for new relationships.

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Charlie

Dying Wish

Lying comatose on top of the counterpane, dead from the neck down. The body twitched! The body lit up, in deep purple! The body came to life!      ‘Oh, my God! Charlie! What have they done to you?! Charlie! Charlie! from Is It Today? Fantasies (16+)

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Apocalypse

Apocalypse

In 2017, one hundred and sixteen founders of robotics and AI companies signed a petition calling for an outright ban on killer robots and lethal autonomous weapons, claiming the use of such weapons crossed a moral red line… from Is It Today? Fantasies (16+)

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Sarah, nose cone art: WW2 US Flying Fortress

Dancers, Why?

It is a freezing cold night in January 1945. The War is nearly over. Sarah is in the mood for love. She enters the village hall where she meets an American airman. He asks if she can dance the jitterbug. Sarah has been practising all day. They leave the hall. He walks her home. She asks if he would like to stay the night. The surprise builds up in Sarah like a white rabbit about to burst out of a magician’s hat. (16+)

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tuft

Tuft

‘What’re you waiting for?’ I slur, ‘Want you.’ Tuft ‘so sensual, a beautiful little story’ (18+)

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The Big Man, Claire, Lou, an angel

Scraley’s Angel

‘I used artifice to hide my demons?’ Lou’s acting real weird… (16+)

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night sweats

Night Sweats

My problem is my night sweats. It’s a problem many of us suffer from at this time of year. But why? (16+)

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Do they look alright? Do I?

Are They Really Me?

Are they really me? Do they look alright? Should the frames be black? Or should they be white? Is the glass too dark? Is the glass too bright? Should I wear them now? Should I wait till night? Is this really me? Do I feel alright? Should my skin be black? Should my skin be white? Are my thoughts too ‘girl’? Would a ‘boy’ feel right? Should I be one now? Should I change tonight? Am I really me?

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The Blue Girl

The Blue Girl

As sole survivor in this zone, I walk up to the tanks alone, To estimate the bodies lost, extrapolate the human cost, Of nuclear warfare on the few, who live here in the fluid blue. The sludge inside the first urn stinks, of rotting flesh, violets and pinks, I wonder if, suspended here, this poor boy used to dream or fear, The mushroom cloud that flourished here, as he clung to his girl… so near. The blue girl floats within her womb, the test tube-capsuled, frozen tomb, Inverted, nude, her lifeform squirms, her body warming up in terms, Of radiation-blasted heat, which peeled her skin off like a sheet, Her expectations sore-denied, her liver grilled, her kidneys fried, As she concedes the life that died, when doctors sealed her fate inside, A stasis tube of forlorn hope. I close my eyes, I claw and grope, Till I find her umbilical cord, and say the sacrificial word, Her cryogenic dreams decay, as I pull her sweetheart… away.

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allure

Allure

A cocktail barman’s life changes forever when he serves Sex on the Beach to an alluring model. (18+)

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Ana, Me, Ana's Orb

Ana’s Orbs

There was a Couples Race. I was forced to swim holding onto Ana’s shoulders. I lay against her back, feeling her taut muscles, the cleft buttocks, as she swam with me attached to her body, her willing limpet. We reversed roles. I was hopeless. I thanked Ana for helping me find my way to the edge of the three-tier swimming pool. She laughed heartily, told me to learn to swim, ‘Swing those arms. Let your buddy roll like a porpoise in brine!’ (16+)

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Georgie, Lindsey, swing, forget the world, Kayleigh, Matt, Katie, Rosalie, Strange Taste

Strange Taste – Full Story

He didn’t know what to do with her at first. Her behaviour was erratic and daring. Her love, the tactile touch, their passion, intoxicated him. Then, when she came to him, he smelt the animal scent on her, she savoured his strange taste, and they lost all self-control. Strange Taste is available as a mini-book / or a VFM kindle (only 99cents / 77p!) on Amazon. (18+)

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Isla McNair

Thrill Ride – Preview

Flight: Flying made her feel sick. It wasn’t the fear of the plane crashing to the ground after take-off, bursting into flames while landing or dropping out of the sky, that made her nauseous. Flying made her sick because she suffered acute claustrophobia, hated the compression of being boxed in. Incarcerated. Imprisoned. Suffocating in a confined airless space with strangers, particularly mature men with ear fluff, sprouting nasal hair, and prematurely balding, was her worst ordeal. She flicked her head from side to side guessing their ages, their occupations: sixty, sixty-three, undertakers, mourners, chartered accountants, actuaries? Actuaries, she decided, sniffing their tell-tale musk, definitely actuaries. Her stomach churned. She was sitting aft, middle seat, two rows from the rear, head bowed. Two overweight sweating males dressed in matching charcoal suits and black woollen ties sat either side of her pressing their thighs against her thighs, violating her private legroom, forcing her to close her legs. Maybe, she reflected, my tartan miniskirt, anklets and gym shoes aren’t the best attire for short haul flyin. She squirmed and wriggled in an effort to make herself comfortable. In the end she gave up. One of the men started snoring. The other coughed and […]

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The Churchyard, The Girl at the Gate, Jane, Adam and the Flame-Haired Maiden, The Kissing Gate

The Kissing Gate

She vowed to love him until the end of time. He promised to love her for all eternity. (18+)

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Madison and Kaitlyn

Two Girls

Two girls find sex, love, and intimacy in a secret garden in the heart of the forest. What can possibly go wrong? (18+)

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Box of Tricks

Box of Tricks

For Freedom

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Zoe Furl

Letter to Zoe

Zoe Furl was not a happy girl. Oh, and Zoe spoke Zoe Speak.

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Alix, Josh, Gujaratis' boat, paradise, the lagoon, dusk, nightfall, the nuptial bed, anopheles' mosquito, the next day, Hita.

Thrill Seekers

I wasn’t surprised when Alix and Josh told me they were going native in a remote bamboo hut for twelve nights. They were thrill seekers, always off gallivanting somewhere or other: The Amazon, the Outback, the Mekong, the Serengeti. But then they were in an organised group where there was safety in numbers. This time they were going it alone. (18+)

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Deirdra

Fallen Leaves

A charming little tale about the curse that I passed on to my girlfriend when we were in our teens, our subsequent reunion many years later over an ill-fated afternoon tea, and the fallen leaves. A tale of concealed witchcraft and the supernatural.

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Jason, Cherith

Coming Out of the Rub

I had the bathroom re-carpeted last week to hide the stains. The estate agents, Bunty Fleiss, assured me the house was fully refurbished, that every last stain was removed. But they are still there. The stains belong to Marcus Firman, a cardiovascular surgeon, and his jaunty wife Annette, the special needs teacher at our local primary school. (18+)

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