The reporter looked away from me, glancing at her notes in right hand. “Afternoon,” I called, seating myself and adjusting the chair in front of the television cameras. She nodded at me, turned to the first camera and delivered a short introduction about our interview. “So Mr Rawley, please can you take us back to the morning of the fifteenth?” “Sure.” I adjusted my check shirt in the baking heat of the bright lights of t...

It was a relationship that had run its course. Those were the clinical words my ex-girlfriend used when summarising her decision to terminate our three-year relationship. Her words crushed me; the damage was caused not by the split, or her admission that her commitment to monogamy had wavered, but the public nature of her confession. The occasion was Christmas Day; we were at my parents for lunch with my entire family, an...

I never knew his name; our hosts never told us. Neither did I know where they found him. He wasn’t the first young man who the posse of imperious dominants had provided for the entertainment and he wouldn’t be the last. The submissive character and accommodating nature of the sluts who brightened these parties always entranced me. They loved to serve; they lived to satisfy others. I adored that sentiment. They blindfolded...

"It should worry me, but strangely doesn't." The words of my fiancée reverberated around my mind for a moment as we walked in the drizzle. "Why?" I eventually asked, looking at the beautiful young lady striding to keep up with me."Because neither I or any of my friends feel the need to meet up with strangers to compare breast sizes!" She had been teasing me mercilessly for days. "It's... it's just a weird idea.""Yeah but....

The excitement any new homeowner feels when they buy their first rung on the property ladder is almost indescribable. When the months of searching the property market, followed by the stressful shenanigans of estate agents and mortgage advisers, while negotiating endless amounts of legal red tape, ends with a front door key, there is huge relief. I was there. Five months of uninterrupted frustration and costs to purchase...

There wasn’t an adult in the land that didn’t know what her family did. There wasn’t a tabloid editor on Fleet Street that hadn’t paid out hard cash for sex tapes containing her or her family. They were notorious; famous almost. Salacious details of the exploits became Internet folklore, the stuff of legend. Everyone knew of the McAllister family. The father, Clifford, had “betrayed” his expensive education and status. He...