In my thesis for my degree in social studies, I had argued that many of our social ‘rules’ regarding extra-marital sex, adultery, and incest had been formed by a heterosexual male-dominated ruling class. In the cases of both pre-marital sex and adultery,...
I couldn’t tell Eleanor about the dress. I would, I decided, tell her later it didn’t fit. Having re-packed the box, I went, the following morning, straight to the charity shop. “A friend bought this for me, to wear at a party tomorrow evening but, to be...
My eyes had turned blue. I came round on the kitchen floor, cold and cramped. My trousers were back on so perhaps they had never really come off. They were pale blue but with a dark patch at my crotch. I lay there, reluctant to move, reluctant to face the...
I woke up on Sunday morning and was disappointed to find myself alone. I felt alive from the moment I awoke. My thighs hurt and, I noticed, my nipples were large, almost as if they had just been sucked. My cunt lips were swollen. Was I doomed to be in a p...
“Hi, Sweetheart.” Denise was behind the bar in her gay-friendly pub. “Glen’s a bit tired so I am doing her shift.” “You’re a softie. Or is she tired because you’ve worn her out?” Denise gave an enigmatic smile. “Merlot?” “You know me to well. Has Clemency...
I went to the bar that I usually frequented on a Friday evening. It was, as it proclaimed loudly from a blackboard outside, gay friendly, but it wasn’t one of those that encouraged overt exhibition, and its clientele was nearer to my age than others in th...
My time at the Flotsam Theatre was coming to an end. The play Millicent Graham had written and which was based on Faust had been a huge success and it was likely to go to London. There were also rumours that an American company wanted to put it on in New...
Saturday after Lilly’s party. I had never before felt as I did then. I know the difference between falling in love and loving. I know how to tell the difference between love and lust. I was a forty-two-year-old woman and whilst I wasn’t the most promiscuo...
I walked up three steps outside the gloomy looking building into a hallway that was so, so typical of government owned properties, beige, tatty, threadbare cheap carpet, peeling paint and a noticeboard saying in directive terms what is not allowed. A glas...
The scene, as so often before, is my agent’s office. Flick (Felicity) Caterham has summoned me to an audience. I know, I know; I am the client, she the paid agent but with Flick those lines are not blurred, they are totally removed. It’s 11 am. I enter th...
There is, if you look, a bar like it in every town. Back home it was Ernie’s; a small friendly bar where women meet other women. In LA, where I found myself working as close protection for an actress, Faye Millerton, it was Matt’s. A good friend, Hannah,...
I was in London for the Board Meeting. Every six months we hired a room in an hotel and had a day discussing everything from finance to manufacturing. I was head of R&D, a qualified mechanical engineer. The company made bicycles, quad bikes, ride-on mower...
Friday night. Ernie’s was one of the best lesbian bars in the city. Small, it had a lot of character and a few characters who made it a warm, friendly and safe place. It was one of my destinations of choice if I wanted to get laid. Ernie, full name Ern...
We were touring. The play had been written by a wonderful but almost unknown writer called James Leader. He specialised in comedies for small companies and there weren’t many smaller than this one. I’ve mentioned Dole Queue before. Instead of our usual ve...
She closed the dressing room door in a rather decisive manner and walked to me as I lent back against the dressing table. She took the glass from my hand and very deliberately placed it on the dresser. “Should I lock the door, Faye.” “if that were possibl...
