When I asked James what he wanted for his birthday, he laughed and said he wanted to be able to do anything he wanted to me. The idea had taken my fancy, so I agreed. "Whatever I want?" he'd said, his grey eyes darkening. "Anything." Which was how I ended up spread eagled across our bed, silk scarves binding my wrists and ankles to the four corners, completely naked and utterly exposed. The ball gag forced my jaw wide, an...

Two days later, and I'd lost count of how many times I'd gotten myself off in Mike's hoodie. I should have washed it. I meant to wash it. But every time I picked it up to take it to the machine, I'd catch his scent and end up back in bed instead. Now it was Friday evening, and I was walking to the climbing centre wearing the hoodie under my jacket. It was freezing, proper cold, and I needed the extra layer. Besides, Mike...

The unexpected knock came about mid-afternoon. Jamie padded to the door in socks and a faded uni hoodie, expecting a package or maybe a neighbour complaining about music. He had been focusing on one of his assignments, a particularly dull essay on the spread of cutlery through the British Empire and what that said about changing societal standards. So he was happy for the distraction. He was even happier when he opened it...