""I've always wanted to be fucked in a doorway.""
Let’s face it – we’ve all done it: played the old nostalgia game of recalling idyllic sexual moments with ex-lovers (sometimes re-living them as aids to our solo masturbation). Unless, of course, you’re one of the 0.0001% who wedded your...
"Box of delights."
I had resigned myself to a solitary Christmas – something I’d become accustomed to since Lauren and I split up three years ago. A well-stocked wine cellar and a fridge- freezer packed with Ready Meals would see me through to...
"Was she really the cleaning lady's daughter?"
Swindon, Wiltshire, UK. Alex Trimmer (real name: Alexi Trimouk) contemplated the sparse contents of his small kitchen and lit another cigarette. A flimsy net curtain fluttered in the window. Alex was – in the parlance of Cold War thriller writers...
"Sweet revenge"
My police interrogators used the hackneyed ‘good cop, bad cop’ technique at my three interviews. “Didn’t you realise how dangerous it was to go bathing in the lake after dark?” “Why was Mrs Reinhart-Hernandez not wearing any clothes?” “Had you...
"Pay-back time..."
As 2020 marked the 150th anniversary of the death of Charles Dickens, I had decided to take a trip to London to visit the famous writer’s old home, which is now a small museum filled with Dickensian memorabilia. Sadly, I’d...
"It's not every day that you get to be sucked off by Queen Cleopatra"
Paris; 2020. I had been wandering around aimlessly for more than an hour, after finding the Gare d’Orsay art museum was closed because of the Covid-19 Lockdown.I’d come to Paris expressly to study the famous museum’s furniture collections for my...
"Neighbourly lust"
Voyeurism: the practice of gaining sexual gratification from watching others when they are naked or engaged in sexual activity. That cod-psychiatric definition (lifted from an internet site) was good enough for me. My reclusive middle-aged neighbour, Madeline, I’d decided, was...
"Woodland inspiration."
We had eyed each other several times across the classroom but hadn’t spoken. We were both on a poetry appreciation weekend, which was being held in a large Victorian mansion in the Shropshire countryside.She was a tall, slim redhead, aged...