Mia Presso
My scribbles, my posts are just a part of my life.
Writing is a hard hobby to pursue. It would be easier to be a collector. You cannot buy words. Words need to put put one after another in a coherent and interesting way. I hope I can do that.
Writing is an art that anyone can practice.
What I hope to bring is an insight into my life. I will confess all, not just the good bits. I am not a hero, nor an I a despicable one. I am just Mia. Judge me, hate me, love me, it is all the same to me.
I love my children and I love the father of my children. The father of my children is now walking a different direction, one I will not follow. And though I cannot love him as a man I can never stop loving the father of my children.
I have written for Stonemeadows Stories, the Wingerwriters Association and now NigelHare.com.
For all my blog posts check out the links on the post below.
My first fiction Blog post was posted across several sights. The link below is to English Spanking Stories run by Sir Skinyboy. He is a fellow member of WWA and a friend.
I have written two short stories:
In the quiet town of Stone Meadows, buried secrets simmer beneath the surface, waiting for the perfect moment to be unearthed. “Cold Meal” unfolds a chilling tale of two young women, scarred by a past they refuse to forget. When a malevolent guidance counsellor resurfaces, threatening to expose their darkest secrets, they decide it is time to serve a dish of vengeance, and revenge is indeed a meal best served cold.
As Brenda, on the verge of a new life with her impending marriage, faces the resurgence of her tormentor, she makes a chilling pact to protect her future. Led by a silent resolve, she lures the counsellor into the heart of a desolate wood, where her friend, armed with justice and a shotgun, offers him a choice: a self-inflicted end or a merciless burial that will erase him from the world forever.
In a spine-tingling game of survival and retribution, the girls confront the demons of their past. “Cold Meal” is a gripping psychological thriller that delves into the complexities of trauma, the strength of sisterhood, and the chilling consequences of revenge. As the line between predator and prey blurs, the haunting question lingers: Can justice truly be served, or does vengeance only tighten its grip on the soul?
With every turn of the page, “Cold Meal” will keep you on the edge of your seat, reminding you that in the darkness, revenge is the coldest dish of all. Brace yourself for a tale of empowerment, justice, and the relentless pursuit of a twisted redemption.
Brian revels in the bliss of his new marriage and cozy home, indulging in dominant role-playing games with his young wife, Celina. Their intimate life takes a turn when Celina’s lively sister, Belinda, bursts into their world—a spirited university student eager to revel before hitting the books.
As Celina steps away for a visit, Brian’s boredom intensifies, and sleepless nights take their toll. The atmosphere becomes charged when Belinda, in a drunken haze, challenges Brian to a perilous game of pain. The boundaries of desire and temptation blur, weaving a twisted tale of love, lust, and the dangerous games people play when left to their own devices. Will Brian succumb to the enticing allure, or will the consequences of this seductive game prove to be too much for them all?
I have a third short story in the book Foreplay.
In “Foreplay,” delve into the intricate and provocative world where sexuality unfolds within the recesses of the mind. As desire takes root in the most clandestine corners of our thoughts, four distinct narratives unfold, each navigating the age-old quest for sexual satisfaction in unique and compelling ways. Driven by the profound realization that the mind is the ultimate playground for passion, the characters embark on a journey that challenges conventions and explores diverse solutions to the perennial question of how to satiate the deep cravings of the human heart. “Foreplay” offers a daring exploration of the complexities surrounding intimacy, inviting readers to confront their own desires and discover the myriad paths that lead to fulfilment.
Ashley Lincoln opens the book with The Drill. The central character is a successful business woman. Her obsession grew her flower shop from a tiny shop into an emporium, highly profitable and growing business. That obsession also controls another aspect of her life. One Friday afternoon, she sits in her luxury car and heads to another city. There she removes her present changing to the clothes of her past. All driven for a perverse sexual satisfaction.
The second story written by Medular Sinclair which takes her name in the title: Sinclair Returns to School. A sci-fi story with a twist at the end. I’ll say no more.
My story is called Janet and John. John was abandoned with his Aunt Janet by his distraught father when his mother passed away. Over the following years, his young Aunt imposes her sense of order. In late teenage John is caught in a compromising position with a girl by Janet. Angry, she sends the girl home and the two find things out about each other and sexuality.
The final story by Ashley Lincoln is called: Waiting For the Tutor. Sally has returned home from school late after detention. Distraught over not being able to complete her homework for her tutor who is due soon she starts to think over what her friend Susan had to say. Her tutor has an idea to help Sally learn, only Sally does not like the thought of the suggestion. No matter how handsome he is, she has a desire for him to teach her something that has nothing to do with Math or English. Susan has given her a suggestion that might help both avoid the consequences of her failings and be fun too.
This was the fourth and, so far, final story in the Obsession, Lies and Deviancy series of books.
Naturally it would help me if you purchased any of my short stories. They are all available as eBooks from Amazon and can be read on all devices that the free Kindle app is downloaded on.
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