He passed behind me, and I wondered if he’d seen me at all. I waited the appropriate moment or two before I followed him to his seat and smiled hello. “Oh! hello darling,” He grinned in his ever-charming way. How … Continue reading
The room, every fortnight, was musty and dank. Eloise, like the creature of habit she observed most men to be, sat in the same seat and before the class had started found herself mesmerised by the grey concrete that showed … Continue reading
Also available as audio on (It Girl. Rag Doll) Podcast Episode 1: The Good, the Bad and the Ugly. There is something bizarre about seeing him in our living room – a place where we entertain guests, where we sit … Continue reading
He leaned over between the crisp hotel sheets and, placing one gentle, powerful hand on my waist, whispered into my sleep-clouded ear; “This morning I want to turn tenderness into cruelty and back again.”
It was natural, the way they fit, fingers slipping between fingers, laced and held, between my hip and hers. I wondered at the space between us, how the curved indent of my waist must mirror the curved indent of her … Continue reading
Rosie rubbed her right calf with the toe of her left foot. The thick grey socks were scratchy and in the silent room sounded ragged on her skin. She squeezed her hands, feeling her fingernails dig into her palms, and … Continue reading
On Friday (3rd February) night I attended my third Erotic Meet Soho Social at The Green Carnation on Greek Street. Whilst all the Meets I’ve attended so far have had the same basic structure – meet and greet, performance, socialise … Continue reading
This piece was written for and first heard at an Erotic Meet event at The Green Carnation in Soho on 3rd February 2012 with Filthy Mouths and Evil Tongues, my first live reading. Mainstream bookstores irritated her. Shelves of Shakespeare, … Continue reading
Sally sits between them, her skirt an inch above her knee, her blouse buttoned to her chin, her hair neatly combed to either side of her parting. At first there is slight concern at how they might be seen; Paul … Continue reading
As she fell through the front door she could feel the paranoia in the back of her mind, tapping at her insecurities; she was certain she had left it too long. Now in the privacy of her own home Milly … Continue reading
