Each month our Editors pick those which we believe are exceptional.
Due to the sheer volume of submissions, sometimes stories do not stay on the front page for more than a few hours, and some absolute gems get lost in the crowd. Hence we've created this “Editors’ Picks” page, where we call out what we believe are some truly extraordinary pieces of writing.
We may miss some too, but most of those that deserve higher praise will be listed here.
My mouth was full. Specifically, it was full of Sir Reginald Quailpipe’s cock. My nose was being tickled by the greying hair on his ample belly. I slid my lips slowly up his length until his rigid steed popped out of my mouth. Sir Reginald groaned as my h...
A cascade of long blonde hair flowed across Rae's chest, obscuring the molten mouth mauling her nipples and the wandering fingertips scraping the insides of her thighs. The impromptu pinch of pearly whites launched her breasts skyward, draining the air fr...
It was a snarl that would make the toughest cower. My fascination with her appearance is now a blood-chilling panic. “Open your bag,” she growled. Fuck. Fixated on the safety pin through her nose and frozen to the spot, she peered in. The jangling guitar...
CLICK! the shutter goes, eternalizing a brief glimpse of time burnt into the photodetector of my Nikon. Any other day, I’d be afraid that the prominent clattering of the mirror making way for the light and homing in on its idle position would spoil the mo...
Roses are red But fade when they’re plucked. Asses are heart-shaped And this girl’s is… It was the Valentine Celia hadn’t dared dream would happen. As she wrapped herself in red and applied crimson lip gloss, she recalled his welcome in Java Moment only t...
What should I tell her? That her daughter is a slut? Her foot tapped under the table, the ticking of a timebomb. I toyed with my glass, speckled with condensation. I was enjoying the warm shade, picking over my half-eaten lunch, and sat at the outside tab...
I gaze across the restaurant table at him and know I should be a good girl. Should behave. But every fibre of me craves to crawl up, sweep away the candles, wine glasses and luxurious napkins, grab his tie and kiss him. I ache to straddle his lap, free hi...
I’m here, it said. Layne let out a slow breath and hit the send button on his phone, then waited while the car idled at the curb. It was a torpid night - muggy - and the city reeked of human confinement. It was the eve of some transplanted third world hol...
"Five, four, ...," the TV audience chants. I time my thrusts into Libby's tight pussy with the countdown. At "one", the crowd roars, "Happy New Year!" and sings "Auld Lang Syne." I climax, shuddering from waves of pleasure. The orgasm passes. I slip free...
It was a sweeter than average Saturday night at the office. Georgi Devereux was wrapped around my girth and sucking like a milkshake addict trying to drain the glass, and I was having a grand time. Then France’s finest, Claude Debussy, interrupted us and...
Shooting a man ain't like in the movies. Sure, the mechanical part's a cinch: cock, point, bang, done. But they don't show the emotional cost of taking a life. The endless replays. The blast. The recoil jolting me from wrist to shoulder. The way Brennan r...
Thick cock slapped against her lax, sweat-soaked face. Kat knelt on the gritty concrete, pebbles and bits of glass biting at her knees as she slipped the angry head of his shaft between her lips, teasing the underside with her warm wet tongue, giving the...
My name is Nick and I’ve made some mistakes in life. Back in high school, Principal Snider caught me peeking in the girl's locker room. But don’t get me wrong. The mistake wasn’t ogling those perky shirt shakers… The mistake was getting caught! Last summe...
Over hill, over dale, Through bush, through briar, Over park, over pale, Through flood, through fire… …Annette ran like fuck. Her muscles burned from hill-climbing, her lungs from dale-traversing and pale-hurdling. Her ash-blond hair had snagged on bushes...
