Cunnilingus Sour slid with the grace of a garden snail, complete with slimy trail because it was her arms that propelled her forward with her legs askew like chicken wings. Her cunt dragged across the ground leaving its rotten abalone stain behind it. She picked up the phone and mashed the buttons with her pork … Continue reading Cunnilingus Sour →

I didn’t mean for her to fly across the room like that. I just asked her why there was no beer in the fridge and she got all up in my face like I’d called her a cunt or just told her I’d fucked her sister. I pushed her away but she’s a small woman … Continue reading Where Do You Go When There’s No More Beer In The Fridge? →

The room was stuffy and he was sweating but none of this bothered him because he couldn’t keep his eyes off the stain. It was on the wall and right up near the ceiling. He knew it was shit but didn’t know how it had got there. Could you even wipe your arse with a … Continue reading The Crime →