He stroked the felt badge on his old school blazer with affection. He should have thrown the blazer away years ago, as he never wore it, and it smelt of mothballs. There it was, hanging on a polished wooden coat hanger, on a brass rail within a rather kna...
I thought I'd washed thoroughly in the showers before leaving the gay sauna. But somehow the smell of the young man lingered on my hands. Musky and masculine, with just a hint of funk and condom rubber, the smell was unmistakably him and not me. I cursed...
“Pass me the mustard please, darling.”“Oh my gosh, look at this! It’s an ancient hill figure of a giant male with a large phallus.”He was explaining the chalk carving to his newly wed.“Do you mean a big cock?” she laughed.“Shhh…the other guests will hear...
"Fucky, Fucky, Neil?" I smiled and shook my head. "Let's have a look at the calendar, shall we, Yasuko?" Every Friday on the kitchen calendar was marked with a letter, either F or S. It alternated between the two. The F Fridays stood for Fucky, while the...
“What we have here, my girl, is a genuine ILEA school cane.” “ILEA? Is that the Swedish furniture shop?” “No, no, no! Are you trying to be smart with me? I-L-E-A, do try to keep up my girl! ILEA stood for Inner London Education Authority, part of the GLC....
Performances of Scriabin’s “Le Poème de l’extase” have always been extremely rare. Madeleine listened enraptured to the solo trumpeter. He had a gorgeous tone and immaculate timing, obviously helped by a good ear. He was a natural. She admired the way his...
The air was heavy with cigarette smoke. The two men were chatting behind the counter, waiting for the flood of punters who would arrive as soon as the city offices closed. It was unmistakably a sex shop. The windows were blacked out and there were tacky n...
What a stupid question! No, of course not! No, I never regretted moving to the coast. Why would I? A tidy little inheritance and my early retirement had enabled it. My house was one of a detached pair in typical 1950s style. With extensive sea views and l...
“Mum! Is that you? I can’t chat for long. This phonebox smells like a public toilet and I think I’ll be sick if I stay here long. I’m not used to these decimal coins either. Blasted things! Anyway, how are you?” “I’m fine thanks. Lovely weather here. Paul...
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” my man Evan asked me. It was a fantastic location. A veritable desert strand of a beach, a beautiful headland, and nearby a Site of Special Scientific Interest (SSSI), or Safleoedd o Ddiddordeb Gwyddonol Arbennig (SoD...
