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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

Featured Review on this writing by AdamCarlton

‘Woo! A cross between Sweeney Todd and Silence of the Lambs! Love it!’ - RP. MAE! You don't want to meet her on the last train home. MAE! It’s getting DARK outside. LISTEN LIVE! FREE: at (or, shush, don't tell anyone, read it here, a horrific, erotic treat, if I say so myself!)


Blue Moon:

Chances, opportunities like these, came once in a blue moon for a loner like him. It was close, clammy, hot, humid, airless on the train. The hottest night of the year. A storm was brewing. Outside. Inside his mind. He struggled to control his breathing, overwhelmed by the sight of her asleep in the opposite seat. Other than mice, feeding on scraps, foraging beneath their seats, they were alone. On the last train home.

One of her slim hands was gripping an empty plastic water bottle. She slumped into her seat. Her dimpled chin fell onto her chest. The shiny beige satin blouse she barely wore was unbuttoned as far as her midriff. Her fair bare legs were exposed by a fluid blue ditsy miniskirt, a pair of scuffed cognac slingback sandals.

Blue moon. A creature of the night. Paleskin dreams. The girl on everyone’s lips. His lips,


Baby blonde hair. She had baby blonde hair, neatly parted down the middle, swept behind her ear, one side hanging loose, the other draped, touching her chest. Darkening her face. He studied her closely. Her nose was broken at the bridge, an obscene bulge, her glans, swelled the tip. Her lips appeared to be synthetic, bloated pink rubber bands, split in the middle. He wondered if they were injected with Botox, needle-probes, to prise them apart. Her mouth opened. The gaps in her crooked teeth were unnaturally large: dark spaces. In her mouth she hid her tongue. Her pencil thin brows rose, and one sleepy eyelid opened, revealing a glassy grey eye. She had a tiny caramel mole on her throat. It moved whenever she smiled. She grinned, stretching her elasticated lips, exposing a mouthful of teeth. Not her tongue. Mae didn’t show her tongue to anyone, until it was too late.

He regarded her fingers. She wore no gold, silver, platinum. There could never be a ring,

‘Mae,’ he said, leaning forward brazenly in his seat. She watched him open his legs.

Cocky. He’s so cocky. How is it, my young prey are so cocky? So easy for me. Easy meat.


She unfolded her legs, uncrossing them so that he could get a good butchers of her thighs. His eyes widened. She wasn’t wearing any panties tonight. Mae must have slipped them off in the stultifying heat. He sweated profusely, his charcoal grey-mottled shirt buttoned right up to his thick swarthy neck, arms buttoned down to his wrists, the chunky gold watch sticking to him, coated with intimate moisture. She held her tongue, primed, ready to strike, pressing hard against the backs of her teeth, bursting to get out. He had wiry chestnut hair, balding at the temples, thin and patchy on top, glistening with his man-dew.

Go to: to experience Mae.


Coming out to play with me tonight?

Submitted: November 23, 2021

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A twenty first century Hansel and Gretel. A tour de force of descriptive writing, HJ, utterly relentless.

Wed, November 24th, 2021 4:31pm


Thank you Adam, your wonderful comments mean so much to me. I'm having massive technical difficulties with the validation of hit statistics on my website, even comments that some readers can't access it. Sadly the dire lack of a response from "WC" hasn't resolved the issue, so, I'm having to put the website to the test - this is why Mae, Memory Foam, and What Is The Point When have reverted to "website only" - I need to test my stories to the maximum online. That said, Ruth, Nikki, Linnea and Cherry more than bring stories like Mae to life - they make the characters jump out of the screen and grab you by the throat - so thank you for your kind words about the website, too!

Fri, November 26th, 2021 4:02am

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