My girlfriend and I had moved into our first flat about a year ago. A promotion for both of us at work led to an increase in money. To give us more free time, we decided to use some of our newfound wealth, hiring a cleaner once a week. I left the hiring to my HR department, my girlfriend Helen. We used the time saved for additional nights out and, more importantly, nights in. I met the cleaner for the first time when I wa...

My weekly pub quiz ended at around ten-thirty, and I left in search of my bus home. Alas, there were roadworks, and my means of getting home was on diversion. After figuring out the diversionary route, I realised I had no other option but to walk to the nearest operational bus stop, about half a mile away. It was a mild, dry March night, and I enjoyed the brisk exercise in virtual solitude. My reveries were interrupted by...

The announcement of a school skiing trip wasn't that appealing to me. I found the skiing on TV quite boring, but the opportunity to fly (my first time), and visit other countries (France, my only overseas experience) was too good a chance to miss. And so it was, that I climbed aboard my first airplane at Luton airport, bound for Munich, and thence to a small village just outside Innsbruck in the Austrian Tyrol. We arrived...

As my children used to ride horses, I was given the job of picking them up from their weekly lesson. I would leave work early, travel by train, pick up my car, and drive to the stables where they practiced. One day early in the year I reached the station to find heavy snow falling. As I drove off, I was caught in an almighty traffic jam, caused by the snow. It became very apparent that I would be unable to reach the stabl...

I enjoyed working in Bristol. It has a buzzy atmosphere, with lots happening. I made good use of my time there, going to a wide variety of concerts, comedy gigs, and even a wine appreciation course at the local university. I also enjoyed visiting local pubs, often sampling the pub quizzes with work colleagues. One of the friends I'd made in the office was an Asian chap called Raj. He knew I enjoyed (and was pretty good at...

Of all the places I stayed when I was working in Bristol, the strangest of all was a self-contained room above a garage. It had an area with a bed, a small shower room, a bathroom, and a kitchenette. I could come and go as I pleased. The family living in the house were friendly and they invited me in for food or a drink occasionally. In return, I helped with problems they seemed to have with technology from time to time....

When I first started contract work away from home, I was staying in hotels. Apart from the odd night out with fellow workers, it was a fairly lonely existence. I used a few dating sites to see if I could get some dates, not so much for a relationship or even sex, but mainly just some company over dinner or drinks. One of the first I chatted to seemed quite lonely and was quite agreeable to meeting up. We met in Clifton. I...

I'd been seeing Daisy for about five months. She was a strawberry-blonde—carefree, energetic, free-spirited Irish girl with a sex drive that almost matched my own. As we approached Christmas, we were juggling with the decision as to where to spend the festivities; her folks or mine. The decision was inevitably causing much angst. One night, she arrived back at our shared house with a giant smile on her face. "How do you f...

One of the perks of university life was taking prospective students on a tour of the University (and being paid for it). At the start of the year, hopeful seventeen-year-olds would come to the University and be given an academic pep talk by one or two of the eminent professors, lunch in the SCR dining rooms, and then let loose on those of us who had volunteered to show them the key sights (the main campus, with the six or...

After my experience with various hotels, I discovered a better alternative - staying in a local house in a 'spare room'. The benefits were manifold. It was cheaper, I could leave clothes and toiletries rather than carrying back and forth, and lastly, I met new people. So it was that I found people with a spare room who were happy to have someone contribute to the costs of running a house. I stayed with a number of people....

The delights of a motorway service station hotel were not immediately apparent to me. McDonald's and KFC are not exactly haute cuisine. The noisy and very functional hotel was not Shangri La. I was working in Bristol, living in London. To avoid a daily commute, I used a variety of cheap hotels. This one week I had forgotten to book my usual hotel, and all I could manage was the Ramada at the Gordano Services on the M5 jus...

My mobile phone buzzed into life. I lifted the phone and looked at the time. 6.40 am. "What the fuck," I thought. Then I saw who it was. My friend from Nigeria. After our night of passion in Lagos, I had only spoken to her on a handful of occasions. True, we had tried a little cyber-sex once or twice, but it was nothing like the real thing. She must be feeling horny and wanted to listen to me arouse her as she fucked hers...

I returned to my caravan to find my parents about to take a trip to St Tropez. I had a quick shower, dressed, and joined them. It was nice to sit back in the car, windows open as we sped down the fast French roads. The town was busy and very chic. The beaches were filled with exquisite young beauties with much of their bodies on show. We had lunch in a beachside restaurant. I could see my father's shock when he asked for...

"Can you help me with my Halloween costume?" she pleaded. My sexy Spanish neighbour needed help. She was lying on my sofa in just a lacy bra and knickers. I had pumpkin based Halloween henna tattoos. I started on her back, arms, and legs. Then breasts. The process was fiddly, and I couldn't help some 'less than appropriate' touches. After about an hour, I counted some thirty-eight tattoos on her body. But I could add no m...

Halloween was not my favourite day of the year. The creeping Americanisation of life in England was something I felt should be resisted at all costs. To that end, I had no decorations, and no house lights, making my house as unwelcoming as possible. I'd eaten a decent beef casserole earlier, washed down with a couple of glasses of red wine, and was settling down to some baroque music and a good book. I hadn't sat down for...