The warm day

It was a warm, sunny day. The kind of day were it takes very little to cause a stirring in one's groin, and the kind of day were the need to overdress, or layer jumpers[…]

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It wasn't me.

This story was difficult for me to write. Not because there's violence or anger. I've done that before. Not because it's dark, although it is. This isn't the first thing I wrote that you weren't[…]

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Lucinda

Lucinda I saw her sheltering under the projecting canopy of the bus shelter just along Chatham was sure it was rain was falling steadily the road glistening alternately orange in the street lights glow and[…]

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Lust in plenty

A girl stood looking out the window of her apartment, a hand on one hip, the other placed against the window, which was fogged over with condensation. She had soft skin of a colour that[…]

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The park lark

I've written a couple of stories about things that happened when I was running wild with a young guy called Jodi Malenger. I guess a lot of people doubt they're true and I'm not about[…]

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