You try to speak, words fail in favour of a gasp. My fingers slide down, slowly, tenderly, intently. My touch makes you shiver. I smile to myself, and you. I have you where I wanted you, desired you, imagined you. I kiss you, hunger and heat, my breath out loud. My tongue, deliberate, wet; its tip finds your place. Involuntary twitch, moan, sigh. Control leaves. Ecstasy arrives. Your fingers, in my hair, scratching, grasp...

Travelling through a hole sideways on an extruded bench. Yes, I’m on the Tube. So, I’m sitting here, on the Jubilee Line if you’re interested, and thinking… is this seating orientation unique? Can you think of another? The lower-deck seats on an old Routemaster bus. Oh yeah, okay then. Most subway trains around the world. Yeah, okay! Whatever. Boy, it’s hot though. The dry, unique ‘underground air’ drifting through the ca...

Hello. I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Harry, a third generation farmer with around sixty acres plus a few cows and pigs. Actually I’m new in the area. I took over managing the farm from my uncle who is now too elderly to run it. Today I’m at the Chawton Livestock Centre, it’s the biggest stock sale for miles around. This auction has an assortment of lots, including pigs, mostly Tamworth’s and Berkshire’s, heifers, and a cou...