Posts Tagged ‘brat’

Equinox

22Sep18

Although the days were still warm, the morning chill spoke of the coming autumn and there was even a hint of mist gathered under the trees. She huffed the air to see her breath, but there was as yet none and the day promised to be bright and sunny. The leaves, although still mainly green, […]


The desert was hot and relentless; there was nothing romantic about it in Megan’s view. She eyed the man at the wheel beside her and made a pout with her lips. Some prince he was, she thought, the white T-shirt and Ray-Bans he wore made him look more like a Californian poser than anything. It […]


Someone, for reasons best known to themselves, decided to give me a pair of knickers with the words, “Spoilt brat” emblazoned on the back. They are most attractive, navy blue and covered all over in silver stars and clingy in just the right way for a girl that owns a bottom that likes to be […]


The girl raced down the lane seemingly doing 150 on her gleaming silver Japanese motorbike forcing Liam Brady to side-step onto the grass verge. Okay, he thought she was probably only doing 40, but in the narrow country road it was just too fast. Like you never went speeding anywhere, he berated himself. Maybe you […]


The Honourable Lucy Beverage looked at the various pieces of paper laid out on the antique Queen Anne table. Each sheet scattered carelessly next to the envelope that had brought them to her door; each as careless as the choices she had made and had yet to make. Her slender elegant fingers plucked unconsciously at […]


The Jaguar S Type hit the curve at a safe speed, gliding into the turn with the same assuredness of its driver, Mark Yeoman. The leather covered steering wheel gripped the leather of his driving gloves like lovers, gently and firm, constant and sure. Mark liked leather, almost as much as he liked Jaguars. Maybe […]


Wild West Hero

11Apr12

Becky was fuming, who the hell did he think he was? She thought as she watched the crowd outside the saloon who normally gave her all the attention clapping Brad Coleman on the back; all because the dumb cowboy had pulled a kid out of a well. At that moment the dumb cowboy was grinning […]


Our story started here. Michelin Hollister stood on the bridge out of necessity, the fierce glow in her bottom nothing to the one that suffused her soul. To stand on the bridge of a starship with a sore bottom was for her the epitome of happiness. Perhaps she was mad, she considered benignly, but the […]