FLASH FICTION: THE KISS

The Kiss

There's always a kiss at the end of it. When he sinks his fangs into my throat and takes what he wants, desires in his heart he can't fulfil when he drinks deep, stroking his hand up my thigh trying to encourage his cock to hardness.

HOT SWEAT STORY PUBLISHED IN BENT MAGAZINE

Hot Sweat 
(This story was done by me writing as David Markham.)

How long had I been admiring the male outside, through the double-glazing. Hiring him as a personal Gardener was a great idea inspired by one of my friends who said I needed something to admire. The sweat trickled down his back, seeping in to the line of his buttocks. He stood up, coming over to me, the smile on his face betrayed how hard he had worked on that garden of mine.