“Over my lap girl, now,” Graham said, sitting on the edge of the bed. I glared at him from across the room. “No. Make me!” His eyes flashed with desire and I felt the breath leave my lungs. This was our favourite game and neither of us ever held back. Safety words were for amateurs. He sighed. “Do I have to restrain you, Sam?” “Ha! It’s the only way you’re going to get me.” I stood loosely rocking on the balls of my feet...

Mosh pits aren’t normally my thing. I’m short so I get elbowed in the head a lot. But I couldn’t resist it today; my favourite band played their hearts out on stage and I wanted the rush. I pushed forward into the crowd trying to get as close as I could. Closer to the stage the throng got denser. I had bodies pressed up against mine on every side and the mass moved as one entity. I threw my arms up and moved with it. Swea...

Based on a photo prompt from OwenAnderson.*** “Well, how long will you be?” Meg asked. The phone hissed slightly “… t two hours… love,” her husband’s voice crackled. “Fine. I’ll wait.” She sighed and hung up. She slumped forward on the picnic table with her head resting on her folded arms and turned to watch the sun descending to meet the sea on the horizon. Taxi or wait? She looked down at the deserted beach from the ter...

NOTE - Follows on from How Quiet Can you Be? “Pen? Pen wake up love, we’re here.” I gently shook her and her eyes flickered open. My heart swelled in my chest just looking at her. When we got on the coach in England we’d been best friends. Now we were getting off in the Italian Alps as lovers. I was so glad I hadn’t chosen to fly! Penny looked up at me and smiled. “That was quick,” she said. “It was twenty-six hours.” “No...

“I’m so bored,” Penny whined. “Read your book,” I said. I adjusted my folded up coat against the window and closed my eyes again. Outside the mountains rolled by in the darkness as the coach wound its way through them to the ski resort. “I finished it.” “Then, I don’t know, try to sleep or something.” “I can’t sleep, Johnny, I’m too wired. I can’t read, can’t watch the scenery out the window and you won’t talk to me.” I s...

Dark, scary graveyard or safe, well lit road? Which route to take home seemed like a clear cut choice but the shortcut through the grave yard was so much quicker. Oh screw it! What could possibly go wrong? I pushed open the gate and started along the path. The full moon climbed high in the sky casting an ethereal glow to light my way, bright enough to cast shadows. The summer night was cool but not cold. Crickets chirped...