For a moment she stares into my eyes impassively. Then, pulling back her long blonde hair back from her shoulders and fastening it with a clip, she sets to work. My ankles are tied to the legs of a chair with stockings and she has wedged a pair of her pan...

I pulled off the road and lit a cigarette.It was a warm summer evening and I'd taken a drive to escape the house. Not that I missed Sarah, I was better off without the slut, but her presence still contaminated the rooms. Memories of her cheap scent seemed...

I'd been married to Mark for three years when I found out about his cheating. I worked in IT, employed by a small web site design company operating out of a third floor office on 45th Street. The day I met him was the happiest day of my life. He was tall,...

It all started last autumn.  I was renting a flat in London, a small bed-sit over a row of rundown shops where the smell from countless restaurants hung in the air like stale cigarette smoke.  I'd been unemployed for nearly a year and if it wasn't for the...