Last year, I decided to spend a weekend in Portrush, while the North West 200 motorcycle races were taking place. I wasn't really interested in watching the races, but there are lots of other things to do and I enjoy mingling with other bikers. I gave my old Ariel 650 a good check over and on Friday evening, I set out from Belfast on my sixty-mile journey. I was six miles from Portrush when I noticed that the bike was han...

It was a warm August Saturday evening, and I had gone to the Rotterdam Bar in Belfast with my husband, Roger, to listen to a band. It had been a good evening, but as usual, Roger had consumed far too much alcohol and was starting to become annoying. At closing time, we left the bar and made our way to Dock Street, which is where I had parked my car. Just as we passed Pat's Bar, I spotted two friends of mine who were leavi...

It was Friday evening and my husband, Roger and I had arranged to go out for a meal in a restaurant and then meet some friends in the Crown Bar in Belfast afterwards. However, Roger came home from work late and he had been in the local pub with his workmates for hours. In short, he was drunk and our evening out had to be cancelled. I had really been looking forward to the evening, as I hadn't been out for weeks. Roger lay...

I married my first Husband, Roger when I was nineteen. Roger was twenty-one, and I had been a virgin until I met him. Just like any young couple, we had sex at every opportunity. Roger was very heavily into roleplay and we acted out lots of different scenarios. Sometimes I'd pretend to be a hooker, but his favourite subject was that I'd just be a cheating wife. and he'd be my lover, not my husband. One night during our ro...

I had been out for the night in Belfast with my two friends, Karen and Lorna. We had spent most of the night, dancing and Karen and Lorna had paired up with two guys. I had been dancing and making out with a nice guy called Nicky who had asked me to go to a party with him, but when I told him that I was married and would be expected home, he lost interest in me and drifted off. At closing time I said goodbye to my friends...

I had been divorced for about two years and the proverbial shit had hit the fan. With a daughter at University and a mortgage to pay, as well as the utility bills and car costs, I was flat broke. My ex had cleared off back to Canada, and I got nothing from him. Things had got so bad that if I didn't pay the electric bill soon, I'd be getting cut off. I decided that there was only one way to get out of my predicament, so I...