It was Thursday night and Émilie was putting the children to bed. Sarah snuffled contentedly in her sleep and Harry was fighting a losing battle. His eyelids flickered once, twice, and then he was out. Émilie checked the intercom was switched on and carefully tiptoed her way out of the room. As she walked past the kitchen, she heard the pop of a wine cork. Audrey, her employer and the children’s mother, poured a couple of...

Carolyn Harrington-Brown had just come off the 18th hole and was looking forward to a gin and tonic or two in the clubhouse along with the rest of the ladies day golfers when her phone rang. “Hello, Mrs Harrington-Brown, this is St Agnes’ School. It’s about Evelyn. The Headmistress has requested you come in. Would you be able to make it this evening? How does 5 PM suit?”  Reluctantly Carolyn agreed. Fuming about the disru...

It’s my first time in Newcastle Upon Tyne. My first time up north. I’d fallen in love with your accent but we’d never made it up here together. We’d always planned to. We’d said we’d come up, visit your folks and I could watch a match. I look out the window of the hotel and watch the hordes of black and white-clad men parading down the road from St James Park. The chants and songs rising up leave me in no doubt as to the...

Jimmy Swann liked to believe he was the consummate businessman; suave, sophisticated and with an eye for the ladies. He saw himself as an international dealer in supply and demand but In reality, he was barely one step above the small-time drug-dealing bottom feeders. He tried not to draw too much attention to himself and thought that as long as he kept his nose clean and paid off the cops who mattered, he would be allowe...

Émilie rang the doorbell and stepped back. She was a couple of minutes early but decided it looked better than being late. She brushed a strand of her shoulder-length brunette hair behind her ear and was just about to ring the bell a second time when the door opened. “Madame Bellingham?” “Hello, yes. You must be Émilie. I’m Audrey, come in.” Émilie looked around the hall as she followed Audrey into a bright airy kitchen....

“But mum, everyone else is going.” The justification every teenage boy gives. His mother, Geraldine, bit her tongue, determined not to ask him if everyone else was jumping off the bridge, would he jump too? Instead, she let him sweat. Alex Haze was a stage hypnotist who had rolled into town as part of a country-wide tour. They were performing at the local theatre for three nights and sixteen-year-old Michael was desperate...

“You’re just a needy little fucktoy.” I watch your fingers rub your clit. “Such a dirty fucking bitch.” You moan as you rub faster. "Dripping cunt fuck." I watch your fingers glistening as you slide your fingertips in and out of your dripping, wet hole. “You’re a tart... a slut... a whore!” Your whimpers cause my own cunt to drip. I can see you getting closer. “Just a piece of cuntmeat.” You shudder, gasping, eyes rolling...

Tiffany sighed and placed her coffee cup on the kitchen counter. Her husband had just left for work. She knew he was cheating but as she looked around the gorgeous villa he paid for, she knew there wasn’t anything she could do. She wrapped her flimsy sheer silk and lace gown across her ample 36DDs, another present from her husband and thought about going shopping.  Just then, Gary, the pool boy walked past the kitchen win...

Penelope retightened the last bolt, checked the wiring one last time then typed some sample coordinates into the typesetter. She ran her fingertips over the shiny brass fittings. She looked at her reflection in the large grandfather clock face and pulled the goggles down over her hazel brown eyes. She watched the gyrosphere whirl, spinning faster and faster. The steam engine pumped the pistons faster and faster. The whirl...

When the concert finally finished, she’d watched the group of old men on the stage raise their hands and salute the crowd. Their music still sounded as fresh as it had on her Dad’s old vinyl 12 inch LPs she had listened to when she was growing up. She’d always regretted that she was too young to have seen them live. In fact, she hadn’t even been born when they had split up but thankfully, twenty years later, they had refo...

Hazel resurfaced from the freezing cold waters of Loch Morar. She looked up at the faces of her colleagues as they leaned over the side to help pull her back on board. The Faculty research vessel, or ‘the floating shithole’ as the Professor nicknamed it had never seemed so welcoming. Loch Morar was the deepest loch in Scotland. At over three hundred metres deep, it was cold and dark. Hazel, along with the rest of the team...

What was that? I smile.I can't quite hear what you said.The gag muffles your pleadings,as you kneel, naked on the bed. Your hands clasped behind back,a look of lust in your eyes.I lower my gaze, inhale your scent,Your need smeared on your thighs. The trail of drool from the gag,dribbles over your nipples.My fingers follow the trail,bringing you closer, little by little. The jingle jangle of the bell, the kitten collar rou...

The beginnings of another night shift. I pulled the navy blue scrubs denoting me as Ward Sister over my head and attached my name-badge and watch. I was still getting used to the fact I was in charge of the ward. I couldn’t quite believe they’d promoted me. Or, as my friend Molly had exclaimed, “How the fuck did they give you the job?” Staff Nurse Molly Maguire was my oldest friend. We’d known each other for nearly twenty...

Jodie stood in front of the photocopier and took a breath. She ran her hand through her brunette hair. She’d had it cut into a pixie bob the evening before and was still getting used to the feeling of cool air on the back of her neck. It had been a week since she had been offered the intern position at Burke and Hare Associates. Jodie had been slightly disappointed that her boss, Marie Gallagher had shown no further inter...

Friday lunchtime and the buzz was already building. All the talk in sixth-form college was about plans for the weekend. Who was going where and with whom. As I walked out of the art rooms, I could see my best friend Holly coming towards me. I’d been best friends with Holly forever. We were born within half an hour of each other. Our mums had been in adjoining beds on the maternity ward and since we only lived two streets...