One early February evening, in the early 'noughties', I left my office in one of London Canary Wharf's more prominent buildings and headed to an old-fashioned style wine bar along the waterside. I was in my early forties, exhausted by a career that I had...
I'm standing behind you, kissing your neck, then gradually loosening your dress so that it falls to the floor. I kiss over your shoulders and down your back - I think your back is going to be one of the sexiest things about you, along with all the others....
Related to an earlier story, Dominique Leads the Way. A few days after my brief, sweet and so naughty encounter with a young French woman, Dominique, I am driving up the lane to the house I am renting for a few weeks in the South of France. As I near the...
Being seated on the open terrace of a café facing a broad square in warm sun watching the world go by and sipping at my second glass of the palest pink local rosé in April was ranking as one of the real pleasures of life. I had nowhere else to be, no one...
After I left university (that's a good few years ago) I had no idea what I wanted to do as a career but needed to find work quickly as I had decided to stay in the university town rather than move back home. I took a junior clerical job in a large governm...
