Cyber Woman: Take me to whatever debauched place a libertine, like you, wishes to visit… — I wasn’t born as such. My first memory is that of being me. Complete. Formed. Ripe. Strong. But most of all, perfect. Ready to be worshipped by you. What am I? I am Woman. Not the dreary, nagging, I need to find myself kind. No. That model of human is…

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Cold Coffee #2: I can’t sleep — it’s five in the morning and it feels like a black cloud has engulfed my soul. I get a notepad out of my bag and begin to write this diary… — Here’s a recap in a nutshell: Part one… “Hi, am I talking to May?” “Yes, who’s calling?” “You don’t know me but your partner’s been sleeping with my wife, Susan. I thought you should know.” 29th December Part Two The story continues in diary format, so is told in the present tense…

One night he told me he liked to play the dominant and suspected I was a natural submissive… — I will never forget the summer of ninety-nine. I’d finished university and was employed as a holiday rep near Biarritz in south-west France. Lordy, Lordy… That has got to be one of the most fun jobs I have ever been paid to do. I learned so much about people, and…

Nightingales #7: There was a rap-tap-tap on the living room window and the familiar sound of Jane, “Gen. Are you in there? Are you OK? Mr Roberts, I think you should open the door…” — Recap: Gen left her two friends on a dare to kiss the unknown old man across the road. However, her mates didn’t realise that Mr Roberts and Gen know each other from ten years ago. She disappeared inside his house to meet his gorgeous grandson. After a few strong drinks…

Cold Coffee #1: I felt sick, my body began to shake as I picked up the card and read it again. How had this happened? We had 2 years of history together… — In my experience, it’s usually a good idea to go into work between Christmas and the new year. Invariably, the boss would let the staff leave early. That year was no exception. I arrived home while it was still light and sat down in the sitting room with a cup…

My hips pulsed against the pole while I swung round, totally dominating the space. For some reason, self-assured, I began to undo my blouse… — I worked in a bar downtown. On the day my life changed, I got up really late and forgot to eat before starting work. After a couple of drinks that evening, I felt light-headed, dreamy and erotic, which led me to grab the pole in the middle of the dance…

He believed god was — and is — inside all of us, and it’s up to the individual to keep in touch with this spiritual element and thereby nourish the soul… — Mr Roberts, put down his hand of cards, retrieved the bottle of gin from the kitchen and plonked it down on the table, beaming at his grandson Jacob and the effervescent young woman, Gen. He felt immensely happy. A feeling that had alluded him for some time until very recently.

Nightingales #6: Winning Streak — All of a sudden, the old guy decided it was now a strip card game and promptly removed his shirt… — Recap ~ Gen and Anne were having a pyjama-party sleep-over with work chum, Jane. Gen lost a game — her task to kiss the old man from number 11. She throws her jacket over her underwear and off she goes. Her friends don’t expect him to answer. But they’re not…