The Cursed Cunt

 

“Oh yeah, cunt!” he muttered under his breath.

“Yeah, hot fucking cunt!” he continued, ogling the juicy specimen of beauty displaying herself to his lustful eyes. Her pussy was indeed beautiful – pink and delicate, with a finely-crafted blond landing-strip, held open by a pair of painted fingers, so that he could gaze into its hot, wet, steamy depths. He stroked his cock in anticipation, feeling his shaft stiffen and grow, and feeling that exquisite yearning sensation spread outwards, filling his body with testosterone-fuelled bliss.

The owner of said cunt looked at him seductively, the tip of her tongue gently tracing the outline of her lips, her eyes cheekily inviting, one hand kneading her huge, perfect, surgically-enhanced breasts, as the other continued to hold her fuck-lips wide.

Alison Goes to London

 CHAPTER ONE:
A SEXY TALKING ASSHOLE ON THE WHITESHIT EXPRESS

“Fucking or Non-Fucking?” asked the lady behind the ticket counter.

“Fucking, please,” replied Alison confidently.

“First Class or Shit Class?”

“First, please.”

“Two-berth, four-berth, or seat?”

“Uh… what’s the difference?”

“Well, it’s a long journey, so frankly, if you’re planning on doing any fucking, I would avoid the seat carriages. You can just about give a blowjob, but there’s barely room to spread your legs. Are you travelling alone?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’d go for a four-berth fucker. More fun that way: you might get a nice little orgy going.”

Snow White and the Seven Dildos, or, The Princess and the Cuntsman

 

CHAPTER ONE
In which the Queen consults her Magic Mirror, and receives a rude shock

“Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who is the Fairest One of all?” commands the Queen. She stands adorned in raiment of gold, her dark hair graced with a silver crown, her skin pale, her lips full and lustrous – her beauty glorious and, surely, unsurpassable.

“Fair art thou, O Queen,” replies the Mirror, “and thy dark hair, thy pale skin, and thy full red lips are things of great beauty. But yet, show me more, Majesty, that I might tell whether thou art truly the Fairest in the Land.” The Queen smiles knowingly, letting her robes fall gracefully to her waist, revealing her full breasts, firm and luscious as ripe melons.

Metamorphoses

 

Ich komme, ich komme, grünende Brüder…

“I am coming, I am coming,” I sing, as my soft arms extend heavenwards – curling, flexing, fashioning out of my imagination leaves, vines, boughs of ash and laurel – as I embrace the gift of mother-goddess to water-nymph. Below me, strings churn and gambol, myriad-divided, like the viridescent light which shines dappled through my branches. Sinewy lines of unseen woodwind twist and twine upwards. “I am coming, my verdant brothers. Sweetly rises in me the sap of the earth.” Süß durchströmt mich der Erde Saft…

Scarlet Scripture

EPISODE ONE

And there came two angels to Sodom at even; and Lot sat in the gate of Sodom: and Lot seeing them rose up to meet them; and he bowed himself with his face toward the ground; and he said, “Behold now, my lords, turn in, I pray you, into your servant's house, and tarry all night, and wash your feet, and ye shall rise up early, and go on your ways.”

A Worthless Filthy Fucking Smoking Trash Cunt Whore

  

CHAPTER ONE

Tracy liked to smoke. And she liked to fuck. And she liked to smoke and fuck. And fuck and smoke. In fact, she loved smoking and fucking so much that fucking without smoking just wasn’t quite the same. Though smoking without fucking was still pretty fucking good.

The only problem was, Tracy’s boyfriend Charlie didn’t like smoking and fucking. Don’t get me wrong – he liked fucking. But he didn’t like smoking. And he didn’t like Tracy smoking. And he didn’t like fucking Tracy when she smelled of smoke. This was a problem, because Tracy didn’t just like smoking. She loved smoking. She adored it, she worshipped it, she lived for it. Which is kind of hard when your boyfriend hates it.

The Fockit, or, In and Out Again

 by GrushaVashnadze

TypeTalk

 

Fuck, thought Joy, as she settled into her cubicle at the Royal National Institute for the Deaf Message Relay Centre. Eight more hours relaying inane bullshit down a telephone line, she continued to self-commiserate, as she logged onto her TTY – huge and modern, like a typewriter on steroids, with handset and microphone to match, the latest in 1990s technology. How are the mighty fallen! she moaned silently as she donned her headphones. Last month – a triumphant Romeo and Juliet at the Old Vic (“Joy-Beth Stuckey is a revelation as the Capulet princess, combining teenage playfulness with a mature and alluring sexuality.” – The Stage). This month – out of work and back to the call centre grind. At least the deaf relay work is less mind-numbing than the John Lewis catalogue line (“No Madam, your toilet paper dispenser does not come with toilet paper installed. You have to buy your own toilet paper, Madam. My pleasure, Madam.” Go fuck a dog, Madam…)

All Systems Functioning

 

Earth date 1^st April, 2121. Time 12h03m56s GMT. Space Station Alpha 69. Geostationary above Mars. Unmanned. Nothing to report. All systems functioning.

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Earth date 2^nd April, 2121. Time 15h05m23s GMT. Space Station Alpha 69. Geostationary above Mars. Unmanned. Nothing to report. All systems functioning.

Claire's Cunt Kitchen

 

This two-part “Christmas special” follows on from the conclusion of Alison Goes to London – but it can also stand alone. It is 2051, and under the “Enlightenment”, Europe is ruled by Pleasure, and love is eschewed. Claire and Bradley have graduated from the Royal Academy of Fucking and, assisted by their friend, up-and-coming anal slut Riley, have set up a fuck-café in Cuntden Market. However, their best friend Alison has fled the Union and has married Rob who, being black, is an “Undesirable” under Enlightenment law. Alison’s parents, pillars of the fucking establishment (her father being the CEO of the biggest butt-plug company in Europe) are, naturally, scandalised. At least, London’s Princess Asshole Hospice is now free of its sadistic former director Dr Hildegard Fotzenficker and her sidekick Nurse Datchet. It was Hildegard who brutally killed Rob’s father; despite this, Rob tried – and failed – to save Hildegard’s life before she fell to her death at 38B Tottenham Cunt Road last year.

Young Cunts

 

This is an Alison Goes to London ambiquel –
which is, of course, a cross between a prequel and a sequel.

 It is dedicated to Violet,
who always said she would like to read a story about young Cunts. 

Our Porge

 

“FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!” She would have screamed it out loud, if she could have been sure of not being heard. As it was, she screamed it deep into her heart, where it burnt, scraped, and dug, till she folded up double on her bed with anguish.

She looked again at her phone.

Sorry, love. It’s over.

Soeliram

 

Soeliram,
Anak manis djanganlah ditjioem;
Kalaoe ditjioem merahlah pipinja.

“Sweet child, let her not be kissed,” she sings in her native tongue, “or ruddy will her cheeks turn: soeliram…” Her voice tinkles and her spirit soars, as the bundle in her arms latches onto her full brown breast. The child’s eyes are wide and sincere, sparkling like burnished bronze under candlelight, as mother and baby commune through song and shared body-being. “Anak manis,” she warbles again, “sweet child…” Her own eyes gleam happily, as baby’s slowly close, softly urged into slumber by the stroking of a maternal finger. She gently places him in the cot, folds over the blankets, stows her breast back into her bra, and buttons up her faded floral-print dress.

Widadari Ophelia

 

“Back soon, mbak!” I called towards the kitchen.

“Jalan-jalan?” – “Going for a walk?” came Sri’s voice, amid the clatter of pans and the scent of terasi and lemon grass.

“Is that OK?” I asked.

“Of course: Ningsih can help me with supper. Be back by sunset, though.” Her voice, tinkling like degung, radiated trust and cheerfulness. My heart twinged briefly, but I dismissed the feeling with a deft and practiced gesture of moral legerdemain.

Pink

 

(Historical note: The import and sale of chewing gum has been illegal in Singapore since 1992.)

 ~

“Alamak! So sexy what!” grins Aini, eyes squinting against the tropical afternoon light as she looks up from the pool. Her bathing costume is a modest maroon one-piece affair, melding into the rich dark skin of her short round body, carefully conserving her full breasts from view.

Fuck-Talk

One morning, GrushaVashnadze awoke to find his PMs filled with a steaming slut. Opening the message, he unintentionally kickstarted a series of double entendres that would change his erotica career forever.

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Subject Line: Let’s Be Friends?

VioletVixen: Grusha!

I just read your Alison series, and I'm completely obsessed. I hope this doesn’t come off too strong...?

We might not be acquainted yet, but I hoped you could help me fine-tune my skills as a filthy writer. It’s always been an aspiration of mine to become a true word-wench, if you know what I mean.

Fuck-Talk Too

 

Dear Reader,

If you’ve never met Grusha and Violet before, you might consider reading their first collaboration, Fuck-Talk, first. Then again, you might not…

Double Stopping

 

by CuriousAnnie & GrushaVashnadze

She’s sex-on-legs; so, of course, she plays the cello. It’s all about that hourglass shape. Add the facial ecstasy, the poise, the curl of the back, the lunge – and bingo. After all, music critics think with their dicks.

Jade’s pretty. That luscious body and those dark glinting eyes had me drooling the first time I saw her at Royal College. Even then a serious player; her whole body, arms, shoulders, hips, seemingly brought to bear on making love to that cello. And the instrument responded, singing out in pleasure.

Satanic Seduction

“Ok, who’s next?”

Lucifer shifted on his throne, shifting his long red tail to one side, and looked at the list of names on the fireproof piece of paper on the desk in front of him.

“Colin, your Satanic Majesty,” said Mephistopheles, handing Lucifer a slim file. “Fallen Angel, Second Class.”

“Ah, another one looking to earn his horns, it appears,” observed the Lord of Ultimate Evil, flicking through the papers. “Very good, show him in.”

Diary of a Special Girl

by Daisy Chained

12th February

I bought James the most amazing present today. Had to nip out at 11.00 to Bond Street to get it.  It wasn’t worth wasting a lunch break on, and James might have got suspicious if I made an excuse to miss our ‘fun time’ together.  Thank god I can come and go as I please at work.  It’s not as if the boss is going to tell me off lol, and nobody else dares. 

They are perfect for him. Ivory cufflinks, with a small, subtle ‘£’ etched into the pearly square.  He’s going to love them. However big and flashy his wife’s present is going to be, there’s no way she’s going to top mine. I noticed him admiring them in the window on one of our extended lunchbreaks when we were walking to the Halcyon.  He loves how thoughtful and observant I am. I’ll let him reward me between the sheets in our favourite room at the H if he’s good. 

The Twins Do Friday Night

 

The club jammed with a nice selection to pick from, we take our time. Dismissing the usual wannabes, I decide on Wall Street. She picks Cowboy. Choices made, we lead them out to daddy's big old caddy at the far end of the lot.

I take the front, while she slides in back. The big boat is soon bouncing, reeking with fuck lust.

Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall

Tap. Tap Tap.

I heard it but was trapped in that foggy, disorienting state between sleep and consciousness. A voice inside my head kept urging me to wake up even though my eyelids weighed heavily, fighting me. Finally, they fluttered open, and I strained to make out the outline of my bedroom in the darkness.

Lusts of the Flesh

 

This story is dedicated to anyone who's ever felt caught between religion and sex. Enjoy.

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'Listen to this next bit.' Danny Woodward's finger hovered over the page dramatically, as he read. ' "From the roof he saw a woman bathing. The woman was very beautiful, and David sent someone to find out about her." ' There was a knowing smile on Danny's lips, as he scanned the congregation. 'That's all it took. He's out taking the air one morning, thinking over how well everything's going, and BAM! In an instant he's gone - plotting an act of adultery with a married woman, enlisting his servants to help him.'

Cry of the Rainbow People

 

by dolphinman

Sergeant Don Bufford was on night patrol in the Bayou, thinking about the events of the day, when he saw a flash of light in the swamp. He drove towards it as fast as possible. When he got close, he left his car. He found a dirt path that lead into the marshland and he followed it.

Goldilocks and the Three Bears

 

Scheherazade sat down on the plush seat cushion like she had done every night and gazed up at the Sultan—her husband—with dark brown eyes.

“Tell me a story,” said the Sultan, his hand reaching out to stroke her glossy black hair.

Without breaking eye contact, Scheherazade smiled and began to slowly stroke the Sultan’s cock over his robes. There was no rush on her part.

The Offering

A gentle mist lay in the valley as the sun rose between the hills that looked down over the village. As it crept steadily higher on that September morning, its rays struck the Big Stone that stood upright at the woodland edge of the Top Field, making it seem to glow as it absorbed the new day’s light.

Down in the village, the same first light awakened Alice as she lay dreaming. Usually, she slept until the rays of the sun were high enough to strike the rough plasterwork of the wall opposite her bed, but she had slept fitfully that night, and now lay listening to the regular sound of her brother’s breathing, and the first twittering of the birds in the tree outside the window.

Zucchini and the Art of Environmental Maintenance

 

“One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.”
William Shakespeare

~

“Hey, Natasha,” the editor of Sydney’s trashier daily paper called across the newsroom, a smirk on his overweight face, “Are you eco-curious?”

A Song Called Cunt

 

I was sitting staring at the screen, absent-mindedly chewing the end of a strand of my red hair when the Features Editor wandered over.

“Jackie, have you heard of K-Pop?”

I grinned at him. “Well yeah, but I don’t think that’s exactly my scene. I think I hit puberty about, oooh, fifteen years ago.”

Gabrielle and the Devil

 

She crouched perfectly still, staring down at the hard cracked earth, remembering nothing yet somehow knowing all. Far above and beyond her, horrific otherworldly screams vied with bellows of warlike rage. She was bruised and defeated―still whole, but laid low as in some cataclysmic struggle. And she was naked. The garments of which she had been stripped in battle were straggling across the wind-blown earth in the periphery of her vision, a ruin of sundered white cloth. All that shielded her bared flesh from the roaring creatures wheeling high above her was a great feathered canopy, a canopy fused in bone to her shoulder-blades.

Pornpocalypse

 

“Mmm, I just love cock up my cunt. My freshly shaved pussy’s so fucking wet right now, masturbating in the bath. Dirty-talking while I ram my long nails in and out my tight teenage cookie. Mmm... six-inch stilettos are so fucking sexy, warping my feet while they dangle out the tub. Oh— ooh! Fuck, gonna squirt, fill the whole fucking tub with my love juice!”

The Chief

 

by dolphinman

They called him a savage because he knew nothing of quantum physics.

But he knew the sun and the stars.

He had never heard of a time machine,

though he knew of the Iron Horse.

Most of all, he knew nature and the Great Spirit, intimately.

So he was not afraid when he exhaled his final breath,

because he knew he would fly when they placed his body on the funeral platform

It Isn't the Pose, It's the Passion

I’m settling our tab at the bar when she comes up close.

Leather draped with half-buzzed violet shock, blazed eyes and cobalt lips, she’s full tilt swagger.

“You kinked with that crip or want a real fuck?”

Broken Sonnets for a Departed Lover

 

Waking at three in the morning, my eyes

Damp for some reason, I lie silent in the dark

Pussified

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Forgive Me Father, For I Have Sinned

 

“It was such a lovely afternoon, Father, and the grass was so green, and we just took off all our clothes and…”

“You don’t need to say it, my child, I know what you did.”

Yuletide Mindfuck

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Sensual Scenes: Patent Pumps

 by CumGirl

It really is incredibly hard to walk away from a pair of patent heels when you have been captured in their orbit. I can see them shimmering on the shelf; a half inch platform on the sole, a triangulated toe all fixed and severe and the narrowest of 5" heels with a brilliantly refective metal spike.

I am circling them, keeping them in the corner of my sight, pretending to myself that I haven't seen them, don't want them, haven't fallen in love with them already.

I Can't Believe It's Not Butter

 by CumGirl

"I Can't Believe It's Not Butter."

"Not butter! What is it then?"

"It's 'I Can't Believe It's Not Butter'."

"What?"

Toni takes two cocks in her tight teenage pussy

by DeviantSusie

Toni was very cute. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes and a perfect pair of big tits. By this stage, her eyeliner was smudged and running down her cheeks. Her makeup was smeared with a mixture of tears and drool. She rubbed her hand up and down the big hard cock in front of her. Another man was positioning himself behind her as she knelt on all fours on the bed. She gazed up at the tall black man standing in front of her.

“Give it to me,” she begged. “Give me your big fucking cock.”

Cumdump CumGirl

 by CumGirl

Patriarchy cockspit splatters at my impervious flesh, no more consequential than raindrops hammering at a window pane.

On my knees where you've pushed me, pressed me, kept me for my entirety. To pray, to scrub, to suck, to serve. The taunts and catcalls that reverberate in my inattentive ears a soundtrack from eternity.

"Cumdump, cumslut, cocksleeve, whore."

Bashing the Bishop

by DeviantSusie

She knelt in the darkness, waiting. She could smell the incense as it hung in the air. Incense and candle wax, and furniture polish. Those were the smells she associated with the church.

The grille slid back. She could just make out the outline of the priest’s head in the dim light behind him as he waited for her to confess.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been six years since my last confession.”

Just a Fucking Minute

 by DeviantSusie

“You’re a needy fucking bitch”

Watching your fingers rub your clit.

“Such a dirty little fucktoy”