True Account

Clarification — In this article I talk about my Mum; the woman who brought me up. And my birth-mum; the woman who physically gave birth to me.

When I started primary school I used to tell everyone –

“I’m adopted.”

“What’s that mean?” My classmates would ask.

“My… Mum… chose me.” I would say with pride.

Mum described it to me in that way. I’d always known I was adopted. The picture in my head consisted of a room full of babies in cribs and prospective parents walking along the rows until they saw a child who took their fancy…

Short Story

I met my partner Jack, at university. We hit it off immediately. After graduation, we married; church ceremony. It seemed the natural thing to do. Our parents were so happy for us and looking forward to having grandchildren. Ten years have passed; no kids but we are still the best of friends — and that’s the problem. There isn’t any spark or chemistry between us. Don’t get me wrong, we love and care for each other greatly, but when it comes to getting down and dirty it just doesn’t seem to work for us any more. Things appeared fine at…

Flash Fiction

I met Pam on the beach when I was twelve. My family had just moved into the area and I was thrilled to be living so near the sea. I couldn’t wait to hear the roar of the ocean and feel the sand run through my fingers.

I noticed her as soon as I arrived. She was collecting shells. Her blonde, sun-kissed, wavy hair blowing ever so slightly in the breeze.

“How do you do.” I shot my hand out towards her. “I’m Jake.”

“Nice to meet you Jake. My name is Pam and I’m eleven.”

We became inseparable. First…

Erotic Story

Monique had only been teaching at the school for a few days when I walked into her class. In hindsight I can’t really say anything special had ever happened to me until I met Monique. Or Nique. But I am jumping ahead, as she only used to call herself that when we were… well… fucking. Damn. Now you know we were lovers and I have taken all the anticipation out of this tale. But, you’ll have to wait to learn how we loved.

It was five years ago and I still get off on the memories from that time. Particularly…

Short Story

“Hey Greg. Not seen you for a few weeks. Hear you had an accident?” Pete asked as he ushered me to a seat next to him while Sue went up to the bar to order a round. As soon as she returned I took a sip of my cider and told them what I’d been up to.

It had all started one afternoon on my way to work. I had an important case to defend later that day and wanted to get in early enough to do my homework. I was cruising thorough the small town of Elmsfort on my…

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Flash Fiction

Recently I have heard jokes about older women collecting young lovers. A cougar. What a wonderful thing. To be seduced and shown the ropes by a glamorous woman who has already studied the art of sex. And I should know. Such a thing happened to me before the phrase had been invented.

About fifty years ago I’d landed my dream job on one of the main rags published in Fleet Street. After work, when the copy for the following day had been finalised, we’d frequent a little bar under Blackfriers Bridge — The Third Rail. …

Short Story

“Eh, I do?” My mind began to tailspin: why am I standing here today?

You could say women have always been my passion. Let’s start with the blonde bomb I fucked that first time, Jenny. I was a virgin but a cheeky one for sure. She was out of my league but still came after me. You know why? Because I already understood women. I studied the female brain for many years — a very curious organ. Often superstitious for no particular reason, and always drawn by mystery. …