The way of some flesh

Their bodies undulated together, and suddenly she seized him passionately and held him close, his hard wand delving even deeper inside her than it had already. She had never shared such an intimate moment with anyone, and she savoured it, her eyes closed. Slowly she opened them again, smiled and kissed him, then began to loosen her hold just a little, her fingers dragging softly down from his neck to his back. As they did, she let her nails scrape tantalisingly across his tingling skin, until she felt them sink in and, entirely unintentionally, tore a furrow into his leprous flesh.

Always a morning after

“It’s not like you to be miserable,” said Rebecca. And it wasn’t. Hetty was usually the heart and soul of any gathering. But usually she wasn’t on a gangbang comedown. On an average day she wasn’t harrowed by the fresh memories of eight masked giants standing in a closed circle around her, wanking as close to her face as possible, and making sure the cum did ruin her hair. She sipped her Pimms and tried to smile.