“Do you think I'm hot?” The question pretty much floored me. Well, it would have if I wasn't too drunk to see right there and then what was going through Huey's head. It was the far side of a pretty awesome night out on the town. Me, my best mate Huey and the usual selection of work colleagues and old friends. We didn't all get to go out en masse all the time, and months would go by between nights out for me. I really lik...

I exited the bathroom quietly, hoping to catch my wife still naked after her shower, or perhaps slipping on her underwear. I don't know what it is, but the visual of a beautiful woman (or man, to be fair) slipping into something soft and sensual is incredibly arousing to me. Whether its my wife in some satin panties or Warren in his running shorts, the sight of naked flesh and material really gets me going. However, enter...

I wasn't entirely sure what Warren had in mind when he'd said that we hadn't finished. I spent the rest of the evening in a bit of a daze, wandering from room to room, unable to settle or relax. I guess I must have eaten something, but I couldn't tell you what. At some stage I decided that I'd go upstairs for a quick shower. As I passed through the hall to get to the staircase, I heard a front door slam. Peaking out of th...

I'm Fabian. As in Fabian Copeland. Yes.That Fabian Copeland. He of the countless divorces, bottomless bank balances and endless romping. But despite what's splashed across what are jokingly referred to as 'the society pages', there's a few things that nobody sees. Yes, I'm on wife number four … well, okay, here's a scoop for you – I'm actually on divorce number four. And I have a mistress – can one have a mistress without...

With a groan I slammed my almost emptylager bottle onto the table and stood up. I briefly debated putting on some trousers but then figured what the hell – if someone wants to knock at the front door ten minutes after I've got home from work then they'll just have to put up with me in my white Calvins and shirt. Opening the door I was a little surprised. It wasn't some kind of charity mugger or local councillor garnering...

As I turned the shower off, the first sound I heard was the sound of my friend, Jessie, laughing. The kind of cackling laughter that you just know is going to end badly for someone. In this instance I had a sinking feeling that it was going to be me. I dried myself and got dressed – boxers, socks, jeans, t-shirt – brushed my teeth and my hair, sprayed a little aftershave and walked through my apartment until I got to my l...

Provincial South Wales. Nice scenery.Presumably this was why my best friend was choosing to marry here instead of at her home in Surrey. Plus her husband to be was Welsh. Always helps. Anyway, a joy for her to be able to have it in the rolling hills and valleys (I'd promised to try and not pronounce that word as if it were two: val-leys). Pain in the ass for me to drive. Have you tried the M4 on a Friday evening lately? D...