Rebecca Was My Dessert
"This happened..."
Of course, I should not have done it, dear, but I heard her talking to her friend in the bathroom. You know she did not want to be here, dragged to a dinner party by her parents. I do not...
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Iona Donahue: A Bitch Called Mila
"Just one more, Iona..."
I compartmentalised friends as ‘normal’ and ‘not normal’. Mila was undoubtedly ‘not normal’, bitch or lover, take your pick. How we met was unexpected. Missing my train, I cursed the appalling weather and retreated to the station café. Working as...
Iona Donahue: Plain Jane
"Sometimes, you just cannot tell..."
Tuesday, the heat was close, like an unwanted embrace. Staring at the faded magnolia walls, I wanted to remove more than my single-ply knitted cardigan. I chose it for modesty, and that raised a rueful smile. Fanning myself with paperwork,...
Table Eight
"Would history repeat itself?"
“You are looking after table eight. Yes?”It was not a request and the gap between his eyebrows furrowed. Jack glanced at her, the mystery woman from last week… that woman.. and back again, alone. We worked together for two months,...
From Our Bedroom Window
"She liked to watch us..."
Yes, I know the venetian blinds are open, and we have our bedroom light on. We have no curtains; they are gone. The grey-slated sky is so dark at eight o’clock and illuminates our naked bodies. But you like to...
Climax
"I need one, just one, and right now..."
I am tired, and it's so distant, the darkest before dawn. He illuminates me, the light of my life, and I beg with all my heart. My mind and body must be freed. We're dancing as swallows, rousing the instinct-like...
At The Water’s Edge
"We had a night of seduction and sex planned... past tense."
It was another no-show, and I could not halt these sensations. Tantalised all day by the anticipation, the tingling itch would not cease. Restless, this genie refused to return to its bottle.The need to be discreet out in public forced...
Silk Scarves
"From one unwanted present, I got what I really wanted"
"Silk Scarves... for Christmas?" Clasping his torso, I plunged onto his swollen shaft, "Still, I put them to good use."Tied to an Eames chair, I smouldered into Rory's helpless eyes. Naked, rampant... and born on Christmas Day."Your birthday and Christmas...