Our bed isn’t large. Though it’s more or less as large as it could be, within the constraints of the room. Our bedroom isn’t large either. Between the walls and the bed, there’s only enough room for single-file access to the cupboards and the bedside cabinets. There's some disarray to be found, if one were looking, and further chaos can be discovered behind the cupboard doors and inside the drawers.  More about the conten...

Patrick Arthur Chimney had a silly name and had never forgotten the taunts he had endured throughout his school days, which weren’t very originally wrought, but had stung him deep nevertheless. Those old words rang in his ears as he took his customary shortcut from the day’s university lectures, across a patch of wasteland that had become overgrown with wildflower, and adrift in its gentle undulations with dry autumn leav...

She’s sitting there, on the couch, her head turned towards me, and listening. We’ve been talking for over an hour, her and me and Emma. Emma’s now in the kitchen, fetching refills for the gin and tonics that have slowly moved our moods, from a nervous awkwardness towards something more intimate. More pleasurable. Closer. A moment later, Emma re-enters the room, her arrival heralded by the clink of ice in crystal glasses,...

The sun has been shining from a blue sky all day, bright, intense, and hot. She's my flatmate, and I had spent much of that day sitting in the sunlight, reading, and trying as hard as possible to catch glimpses of her skin. She wasn't dressed well for that sort of furtive voyeurism. The curve of her breasts under cotton was certainly alluring, but after a day of that, I wanted to see more. And although the outline of her...