Dear Diary, When I went to university, I attended the hockey trials. I put in a good performance and was selected to be part of the first team squad; I play left wing. I was the only girl from trials who was selected for the first team squad. The rest of the squad had played in previous years. Basically, I was like a rookie cheerleader for DCC, whilst everyone else was a veteran. The next few weeks were spent practicing,...

Dear Diary, A couple of years ago, when I was at uni, I met a guy on Tinder named Dan. He had brown hair with a skin fade haircut, brown eyes, and his topless gym pics showed off his abs. He was a few years older than me and worked in consultancy. We messaged back and forth for about a week, then agreed to meet at a bar for a drink. It was a lively bar with good atmosphere. We had a few drinks, chatted, and flirted a bit....

The heavy velvet curtains parted with a slow, deliberate hiss as the CEO stumbled through them, his once-pristine Armani suit now wrinkled, his tie loosened like a noose he’d barely escaped. The air inside The Candy Cane Lounge hit him like a wave—thick with the scent of vanilla and something darker, muskier, the kind of perfume that clung to skin after hours of sweat and sin. The dim crimson lighting cast long shadows ac...