"Poetry, Lust and Loosening Ties. Almost a true story."
The following day, Helen rang me at work. It was, of course, a few years before mobile phones and I had given her my phone number at University so that we could keep undiscovered in touch. She was in high...
"Poetry, Lust and Loosening Ties. Almost a true story."
Helen’s voice was calm, and under her tousled hair, there was a shy, almost inward-looking smile on her face. We had a shower, shampooed our hair. Then Helen just waited to be washed by me. As we caressed each other...
"Poetry, Lust and Loosening Ties. Almost a true story."
Helen left me to go to the toilet. On returning, she stopped in the doorway, still temptingly nude, and asked if I wanted a shower. I laughed, “If you mean with you, always!”“I hoped for this answer,” was her laughing...
"Poetry, Lust and Loosening Ties. Almost a true story."
On Thursday morning, having left home for university, as usual, I rang Helen’s doorbell shortly after nine. She came quickly to the door, opening it wide. Helen smiled at me shyly, with her lower lip drawn in. No hello offered....