I was hiding behind a pepper pot. The frog in the chair facing me asked me how I felt but I wasn’t going to hold a conversation with a frog. The problem with frogs is they can turn into Princes. Hallucinations are a consequence, I learned, of morphine use. As my pains, various, reduced so did the morphine and eventually the weird and wonderful tricks my mind played. I was left with the need to recover. A bullet can pass t...

The pretty butch pushed me back against the wall behind the bar and, hands on my shoulders, pressed her crotch hard against mine. I’d noticed the clearly non-biological bulge in her leather cut offs when I’d first caught sight of her indoors, it had been hard not to but now I could feel it. It had been a mistake, of course, to take a night off going to the bar but, to be fair, my bodyguarding duties were not required for...

‘It is called “displacement activity,” I think, Charlie.’ Eva, my German friend was referring to tennis and she pronounced it ‘ectiffity’ with her beautiful accent. ‘Every time you hit the ball, it is Fran you are hitting, no?’ Fran was my former lover; very former. We, Eva and I were sitting on the verandah of the old, Victorian pavilion of our local tennis club, sipping a cooling beer. ‘You may be right. I think, though...

‘I have to admit,’ said Vicktoria, ‘I do love a knee trembler.’ The kitchen is a large room equipped, as you’d expect in a country home, with a range cooker as well as a conventional type. The centre of the room is dominated by a long oak table and my bum was against as Vicky was fucking me, her hands on m shoulders. My kirt was up and my knickers still in place. She’d come into the kitchen as I was preparing our supper....

‘You are about to enter Box.’ Donna looked at me, her mismatched eyes curious. ‘Explain.’ We were on a train, travelling from Bath to London. Donna had been invited to a prestigious London art gallery to join the opening of an exhibition by an artist she had shown some months before. Her boss had not altogether approved of Donna’s selection of this particular artist, whose work is representative and to some eyes, apparent...

I had a dreadful sense of foreboding as we left home to go to Debra’s for dinner. Vicky had, as usual, chosen what I was to wear. She always liked me in blue and she chose a dress, knee length, that didn’t allow for a bra. The top was low-backed and loose so that if I was careless my boobs were almost but not quite exposed. The skirt was ragged bottomed and full. Stockings, suspenders and transparent silk knickers were al...

We called the cat Stinker. That was the one with nine tails of course and entirely suitable the name was too. The other one we called Rosamund because Victoria had been at school with a Rosamund who was, she said, the cattiest girl she’d ever known. They arrived the same day by one of those miracles that Victoria seemed able to manage effortlessly. I suspected it was something to do with her privileged background. Silver...

The horse suddenly veered to the left, snorting and threw his head up, nearly hitting my nose. I wrestled with the reins and reluctantly he resumed our course. ‘Bloody horses. Thousands of years as man’s companion and still scared of pigs.’ Vicky laughed from the saddle of the much larger horse alongside me. ‘You really don’t like horses do you?’ ‘I hate the bloody things. And, what is more, there are about four miles of...

We found her sitting in bed. Her eyes were open and a white sheet covered her to just below her breasts, which were naked. They didn’t hang but stood proudly from her, their nipples dark against the white of her skin. I felt Lorna’s hand on my shoulder, caressing briefly. ‘Get into bed with her.’ I pulled back the sheet and slipped into bed and pulled the sheet back over me. I looked at Lorna, then at Georgie who had not...

The bar I had been told about, my friend said it was where butch women go to find lipstick.‘They are not all nice,’ she had warned but didn’t elaborate. I’d ordered a gin and tonic from the dyke behind the counter. She eyed me up and down, served my drink without comment and took my money. The bar was busy. A lot of women, some, like me in dresses, some in jeans, some in good suits, man style. The whole gamut. She was tal...

I had fancied her for a lifetime. When I was a girl my dad always rattled on about Lauren Bacall, the actress who was married to Humphrey Bogart. I am nearly an expert on her since he spent so much time telling me about her. It was not until I was a developing 16 year old that I began to see what he saw and then I would often, I mean very often, jill my way to sleep imagining her. I am not saying my dad, or Ms Bacall come...

As I write this, Maria is entertaining one of Mistress Pickles’ ladies. True to her promise that kindly former employer, teacher and guardian has, since our departure from her house, sent a number of her clients to stay with us. Some have been convalescents, other merely wishing to enjoy a change from the normal social circles they enjoy or endure in the capital. Mistress Pickles sends us money to pay for their visits and...

I parked my distinctly elderly Ford Fiesta illegally outside my new flat. I didn’t have much stuff but had managed to buy some furniture from the previous occupant, so I had at least a sofa and chairs, a bed to sleep in and a table to eat at. I carted my few things indoors and looked around. My own place, for the first time in my life. I was a property owner. Well, a part-owner anyway, with the mortgage company holding th...

Sunday   I moped about the flat. I did some perfunctory cleaning then decided, fuck it, I’d go to the pub and see some friends. My mobile rang around 1pm just as I was buying a couple of glasses of wine. ‘Look, I’m sorry about this weekend.’ ‘It’s fine, really. I know how busy you are.’ She must have detected something in my voice. ‘Look. I am busy. My work matters to me too. If you cant deal with that then we’ll just say...

‘Horizontal time I think,’ was all she said. Emily Tibbett led me by the hand, up the long staircase and into her bedroom. The sheets were silk and cold as she gently guided me to lie, then she lay beside me and her mouth covered mine in a long, deep kiss. The kiss became more and more intense and her finger entered me slowly almost painfully. After a long while of kissing and gentle fingering she moved her hand around my...