The phone woke me at 4:30 in the evening. It took me a second or two to recognise my whereabouts. The feel of Natalie’s naked body against mine reminded me. I smiled as I recalled the few pleasant hours ensconced in her arms and the playful banter she insisted was necessary. I touched her porcelain smooth skin as I reached to the floor to pick up my phone. “Tony Harris.” “Pat Dennison, Tony, am I disturbing you?” “I was j...

I was awoken by the soft touch of a beautiful woman's lips. I opened my eyes. “Hi Helen, that's not fair," I whispered. "What isn't?" "You wake up and still look like a fashion model." "You're very good for me, Tony," she whispered, and kissed me tenderly. "Did you enjoy last night?" "Oh my, it was another world. It was everything, Tony. Romantic, sensual, intimate, so intimate. I never would have even imagined it." "Woul...

Sprawled on the sofa with the evening newspaper wouldn’t be everyone’s idea of an idyllic lifestyle. It wasn’t mine either, but I was tired after a long day on the site, I hadn’t changed my clothes and I was covered in dust from head to toe. The sofa suited me just fine. I had my kids for the midweek evenings while my ex worked the night shift at the local pub. My son, Gary, aged seven, had gone to his first training sess...

I woke at 5:30 to a text from Lillian, sent overnight. “Hello, dear boy, are you available to speak on the phone at some stage this morning? I’m available from 11:00 until noon. Let me know if you can please, Lillian. X” I replied that I could fit it in at 11:30, curious to know what she needed. Aisling stirred beside me as I returned my phone to the charger beside the bed. I lay on my back gathering my thoughts, visualis...

There is nothing quite like waking with the soft, warm body of a beautiful woman in your arms, as she lies gently breathing in a postcoital haze. I slipped my arms from under her and left the bed. On my way to the bathroom I saw that it was 2:46. The night-time lights sparkled across the city landscape and I was wide awake. Aisling stirred, and whispered softly from across the room, “Tony? Are you ok, love?” I rejoined he...

I left Cadden’s office to be met on the landing below by Peter. “That seemed to work well. You got Raffles out of there like a hot snot,” he said with a grin. “It was a good plan. It took them by surprise, Cadden has a few things to think about.” “He’s just worried that it’s gonna cost him, but it’s gonna.” “So what’s our next step?” “Keep the head down until they counterattack. We’ll be ready for him. Confusion, obfuscat...

“How did your meeting with Lindsay go, dear boy?” “Difficult, Lillian. In truth, I was millimeters away from enveloping her in my soul.” “I understand that feeling, are you feeling better about things? Is your heart safe?” “Somewhat. We cleared the air and reached a consensus. I played my younger age card, it wasn’t a ploy. My mother focused my mind on my life and I listened to her. She’s quite astute.” “She’s a good lady...

After lunch we were driving along the Mespil Road on our way to the job when I spotted, Natalie, our receptionist, standing outside the Baggot Inn, drinking a pint. She was with a girl with long dark hair and they looked like they were out on a session. “Look yon,” I said. and pointed at them. “Yon? Fucking yon? Are we on a ship being rowed by slaves?” “It’s a word,” I said. “Here’s another word, Tony, dickhead. Fucking y...

I woke at 5:00 in a strange room, in a strange bed, a woman was turned on her side facing away from me. Ciara. It had taken a few seconds for the memory to return. Her skin was perfect in tone and texture. She had turned out to be a wonderful lover, soft and unassuming, yet experienced enough to know what she needed and what was acceptable. I lifted the cover to look at her bum. Perfection. I remembered Lillian’s words an...

Monday morning. 7:30. I left the house and felt my brain was scrambled. I was driving towards Whitehall via Shantalla Avenue and I saw the lights on in the Coffee Drop. If one could say they had a usual coffee shop then, I suppose, this one would be mine. The girls behind the counter were great fun and they knew their way around a coffee machine, unlike the new noisy neighbours a few doors down. There were two girls worki...

My phone dinged with an incoming text. It was from Lillian. It said, “Tony, a room has been reserved for you at The Dylan Hotel along with breakfast and dinner reservations on the night of your arrival. You will be meeting Lindsay, your companion for the stay. She will be sitting at a nest of chairs and sofas in a glazed nook in reception. This is a five-star hotel, a jacket and tie is required for dinner. Check in is fro...

Andy Lynch stepped off a United Airlines regional jet from Newark at Halifax International Airport. He wheeled a black carry-on to a Canadian Border Control desk after completing the digital entry screen and handed in his passport form inspection. The agent scanned it, stamped it and handed it back with a customs form marked with a red marker. “Thank you, Mr. Williams. Welcome to Canada.” Andy walked to the officer standi...

I was woken by the sensation of someone’s tongue on the tip of my penis. “Oh, Gemma. That’s fantastic.” She looked up at me and her eyes smiled. “Can I stop you for a second?” “What’s wrong, Tony?” “Oh, believe me, nothing’s wrong.” She sat up on her knees. I reached for one of her perfect pink nipples. “Why have you stopped me?” “Have you ever given a guy oral?” “No.” “Where did you learn how to do it?” “One of the girls...

I stepped back slightly and Lillian took my hand. “Ruth tells me great things about you. I will help refine your knowledge and techniques. Are you happy to proceed?” I detected a slight northern Irish accent. I looked at Ruth, she signified agreement with a nod. I looked Lillian in the eye. “Yes. What do we do?” “I have a place in Leeson Street for a week, as you can probably tell from my accent, I’m not from Dublin.” “I...

Malahide in County Dublin, Ireland, is a suburban location where property values are monstrously high and human morals are questionable. Money is not a problem for the nouveau riche but, as my late father used say, “You’re born with taste and class, son. It can’t be bought, hired, learned or stolen. It’s innate.” I’m Tony Harris, junior draughtsman with the firm of James Cadden Architecture in Dublin City centre. I’m the...