You Can Keep Your Jeans On

The bubbles were gone from my glass of champagne. I’d sat nursing it for almost an hour, listening to my husband chatting and guffawing with the men from the firm. They’d talked business, golf, cars and yachts, and then business again. Eleanor’s husband had ensured she had a fresh drink at hand all evening, and Zara’s was constantly asking if she was hungry. He even got up to dance with her at one point.

But Walter? He hadn’t looked at me once since he’d sat down, and the drink I was now glaring at I’d had to go and get myself.

I placed my glass back on the table and turned my head, considering my husband quietly. My Walter had always been a handsome man when he smiled. Sharp jaw, straight nose, bright eyes… and that smile. It had been enough to make me swoon once upon a time. Continue reading “You Can Keep Your Jeans On”

Glorious Hole


When the door closed behind me, the room I’d entered seemed almost dark. Settling in a chair in front of the glass partition, I wiped my damp palms on my jeans. I’d only been here once before and uncertainty was making me sweat. My friend had brought me with him that time, but only for support. I hadn’t been expected to take part in what had occurred, and that was fine by me because I wouldn’t have known where to start.

Sadly, a whole year later, I still didn’t have much of an idea.

Part of my problem was lack of practical experience, but if I was brutally honest with myself, the major factor in my ignorance was this place. My mind had been on it for twelve long months. Obsessing. Craving. Needing. Continue reading “Glorious Hole”

Come One, Come All


Watching the slow whirl of the ceiling fan above me, I wriggled impatiently in my chair. Skin squeaked against padded pvc, leather crisped and chains clinked. The sounds made me smile, so I wriggled a little more. And what a mistake that was.

My movements squeezed my labia together, spreading the fluid that slowly seeped from my vagina over my skin. It trickled down my perineum, instantly cooling, giving me an itch my bound wrists wouldn’t let me scratch. Continue reading “Come One, Come All”



Five hours. I’d been sitting on the floor for five hours. The incessant tick…tick…tick of the clock was loud in the bare walled room, slowly driving me insane, reminding me of how long I’d been made to wait.

I shifted, and the chains around my ankles clinked, chaffing like crazy. They were cold, and I was cold. The puddle I was sitting in was cold, too. It splashed my legs when I moved, and I ended up with my hand in it when I tried to redistribute my weight and slipped on the tiled floor. So, so cold, and it stank. Continue reading “Tick…Tick…Tick…”

On a Silver Platter


Opportune moments. They haven’t rolled around many times for me in my twenty seven years. I’ve never been lucky, never expected anything to just fall into my lap. Everything I have I’ve worked damned hard for. If you were to pick something of mine up and hold it in your hands, look at it, feel it… what you’ll be seeing and touching is my blood, sweat, and tears.

Now imagine how being offered something so completely new and so utterly wonderful would feel for someone like me. Not a thing, though, an encounter. Something I’ve wanted for a long time but never thought I’d get a chance to experience.

Well that’s what happened to me just a few days ago.

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On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen

If there was ever going to be a guy I gave the ‘you’re the love of my life’ badge to, it would be Kris. I adored him. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for him, and I’d be lying if I said he didn’t abuse that knowledge every now and again.

I didn’t mind, though, because even though he didn’t know it, I loved to please him. I lived for it, and those odd occasions when he asked me to do things that were entirely unreasonable were the times when I felt most connected to him. Continue reading “On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen”

The Nutcracker

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I felt stupid, sitting at the back of the club all on my own. Just for an hour, they’d said. We’ll only be an hour, then we’ll move on to a place you’re more comfortable with.

When our Christmas entourage had arrived at the club, I’d headed to the bar first, then straight to the table furthest away from…well, from all of it. From their howling and shrieking, from the little stages with the poles in the centre. I didn’t want to be part of this, it just wasn’t my thing.

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Halloween Town Tales No 4 – Bloody Maria

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Halloween 2016

Sinking a shot of rum, I glared out of my bedroom window, watching three women giggle their way along Crow Street. I knew them all, in different capacities. The blonde girl had been in my class at school, the black haired one I had worked with, and the brunette… I’d been married to her.

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