Flash Fiction: The Unexpected Gift

The Unexpected Gift. It happened quite gradually one night. I was working the Christmas Eve shift and getting time-and-a-half. Back at my desk, after dinner, I got the vague sensation that small creatures were doing gymnastics in my lower gut. I put it down to the beef stroganoff; nothing that needs to be hidden in sour cream can ever be relied upon. By ten it had mutated into a faint but insistent tingling between my legs. By eleven, it became a persistent ache, like the sharpish throb you get when you’ve almost orgasmed. On the bus on the way home, watching the dark city slide by, the pain was still there, accompanied by a definite sense that my panties were too tight. I walked from the bus stop to my door swaggering a little. Alone in my room, I undid my skirt, and looked down. There was a very obvious swelling that, initially, gave me something of a scare. Plump pussy is one thing, but this was ridiculous. Sliding my hand beneath my waistband, I felt around, fearing that I had somehow developed a huge tumour in the space of six hours. But no. It was a cock. Thank you, Santa…I think.

Your Erotic Personality

I took Sage Vivant's Erotic Personality Quiz and discovered I'm a Watcher! What is your Erotic Personality? Find out now. This is part of the promo for Sage Vivant's new book "Your Erotic Personality". Ms Vivant is the rather wonderful person who, along with M. Christian, was nice enough to publish my story "Pipe of Thorns" in their anthology "Garden of the Perverse: Fairy Tales for Twisted Adults"

Very odd indeed.

For some reason that I can't account for, I've been mentioned in FHM Australia on their site. The quoted an excerpt of my story "Better Left Unsaid". I followed the link and realized that it led to the main page, which might be a little confusing considering my lack of posts lately, and my recent spate of political commentary. Anyhow, if you're looking for the story, it's here. Okay...back to my unassuming life.