Machine Stories

When I woke in the morning, Susan wasn’t in the bed, so I got up still dressed in yesterday’s slut clothes. I quickly undressed, had a shower and then slipped on a silk short dressing gown before heading out into the kitchen, where I found Susan busy making some breakfast. “Morning, my sleepy little Bitch,” she giggled. “Poached eggs on toast okay for you, Evelyn?” “Yes, that will be wonderful, thank you, Miss,” I said, g...

Fucking Machine I’ve always wanted to build a fucking machine for Rachel, my girlfriend, and when I mentioned it to her she seemed surprised but said “yeah, why not?” So keen to oblige, I went to a sex shop in Brighton; I'm sure the sales girl thought I was a pervert or something as I photographed lots of different toys. I was shocked how many different types there were. From vibrators to ones that wiggled around and thos...