Author: postappantsdown

Kyle could appreciate the irony of  his next door neighbour being called Alice and his friends certainly had a field day when they found out as well. From the few times he had seen her she also looked about like one would imagine, lean with nice curves and a nicer smile and the cigarettes wedged between her lips at all times gave her that inexplicaply sexy hint of mystery and adventure.

Unlike the song though Kyle had no plans of wasting 24 years without getting to know her and so when he stumbled into her on the stairs he didn’t hesitate a second to invite her to a coffee.

“Uh, sure. Here, be a gentleman and carry these up and I’ll make us a better one than Louise’s down the street could ever make.”

With a smile he grabbed her grocery bag and followed her up, that was even better than just talking to her in a café.

Her apartment looked quite minimalistic, but not bland with a hint of personality in every corner. There were flower pots in the windows, at least two started books turned upside down on the main table and next to a chair by the window and a few oddities that were bound to have a story to them everywhere his eyes fell. Read more »

„Oh please, fork me! Fork me hard, I can‘t wait any longer!“ Sally Segwit moaned, but Ben Bitisee knew no mercy.

„Oh come on, you‘ve been basically begging for a spanking for months now, you just can‘t pull out so close to the end.“

With that he let his hand land on her naked ass with a satisfying smacking sound followed by a pain- and lustful moan.

„Hey, maybe you should go a little easy on her, don‘t you think?“ Altko-in Goldilock asked from the other side of the room.

„What, after she has caused so much trouble for me and all levelheaded people, heck even you in the past months?“

Another smack, another struggling attempt to escape the pleasure, but Ben was hodling her with his strong arms and the power of patience, leaving her chanceless and with enough time to think about past mistakes.

There was noise on the streets, the sound of doges barking and the screeching noise of a couple of crashes, but he knew they were just corrections on the way to the moon and didn‘t bother with them. Read more »

This is the first part in a series I’m writing, I recommend you read it on my website (link in comments) for easier reading and better formatting. I hope you like it, let me know what you think!

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People called it the city that never wept – and Moira the woman that never smiled. Yet the torrential rain that washed all evidence into the gutters also eased her pain as it rolled down her face and left a wry smile in its wake.

She never felt more alive than when a few drops of water managed to stall the busy city into momentary depression and paralysis, locking most everyone inside their homes and leaving the city all but deserted. 

The woman on the ground – or rather what remained of her – would never feel this alive again, that much was sure. Over the last months an alarming increase in murders going beyond the usual autumn increase had made these nightly calls to crime scenes all but a grim routine. With each dead body the situation got worse, the public more upset and their superiors more concerned about their jobs. Read more »

Life had never been easy, not growing up on the streets as much as in foster families who might or might not be nice people.

But then whenever Moira saw spoiled brats she had known she was much better off, actually learning valuable life lessons they would never learn at all, or if when they were forty and left by their spouses. Maybe. Whatever.

The first and most important of those lessons had been to develop two separate personalities. Nice girl working hard for her place in life on the outside, and ever hungry and wild bitch who knew she could just take what she wanted on the inside.

The nice Moira had somehow made it to college, the wild side was lucky not to be in jail for all the shit she had pulled over the years.

Granted, she had come very close a couple of times and still was on probation for another year, but close to the line was always better than crossing it.

Came with a bunch of annoying shit though, like weekly visits to the psycho whose job it was to ‘repair’ other psychos. She sat in the waiting room, trying to stare the cute little assistant behind the counter deep into uncomfort and fear out of boredom, not the hardest of challenges. Read more »