A glorious spring day in the Pennine hills on the Lancashire / Yorkshire border saw me up early and on my way to a deep and densely wooded gorge with swathes of bluebells. Much as I love nature in all its glory, I had more in mind finding a spot secluded enough, but where I could see any walkers before they saw me, to have an open-air, sunny day wank. I parked and noted very few other cars, as I had hoped. I set off into...

The elegant Georgian theatre foyer in my genteel spa town in north Yorkshire was full of the well-heeled elite of the County in their finest outfits for a Gala performance of celebrated classical violinist and a renowned chamber orchestra. I looked around at the throng of largely middle-aged to somewhat older audience as they sipped G&Ts or champagne. A wave from across the room caught my eye; Marcie was beckoning me over...

I moved to the genteel spa town in the north of England to retire. No sooner had I got myself unpacked than my apartment doorbell rang and my new neighbour introduced herself. "Hello, hope you don't mind me calling to introduce ourselves? I'm Marcie and my other half is Greg. Do pop around when you're settled!" Marcie is an attractive and instantly engaging woman aged somewhere between mid 50s and mid 60s with lovely curl...

We are in bed, snuggled up together. Dee has her head on my shoulder and my arm is around her. We'd had a pleasant relaxing evening. I thought we would soon be asleep. "You know when you came into the bathroom this evening, for a pee while I was enjoying a sudsy soak?" Dee asks "Yes, you said you didn't mind." "I didn't mind at all. I've seen it before but never paid any attention. But because the toilet is so close to th...

Chrissie has left again. Just short of twenty-four hours this visit. I'm taking the bed linen off the mattress, pillows and duvet. On the pillow cover, I spot smudges of mascara. And vermillion lipstick. And her pearly cream foundation. I hold it close to my face and inhale her perfume. Her face had been pressed into the pillow as she presented her plump and shapely arse to me, spreading her cheeks with elegantly manicure...

In my story "Summer of '76 in the Nurses Home," I mentioned at the end that I went off to nurse in hot spots and war zones. So here I was, sitting in the shade of summer vines in the Beka'a Valley with a young woman, Safiya, telling me; "Il y a beaucoup des veuves de guerre dans notre villages; je suis seul, moi-meme." That is; "There are many war widows in our village, I am on my own myself." I was working in a hospital...

The holiday hadn't started well-- no rep with a hire car to meet us at the airport, so we had to get a rental car. And then we had to ring the holiday company back in the UK for the combination lock code for the villa. They were very apologetic and promised us compensation on our return. But it was fine now. We were determined to enjoy this treat to ourselves, celebrating my retirement.  The villa stood some way above and...

It is the summer of '76 in Britain. Longest heatwave on record; there's a Minister for Drought in the government who suggests we shower with a friend to save water!  I am twenty-one years old and a male student nurse at a famous University Teaching Hospital in the North of England, about to take my final exams in September to qualify as a State Registered Nurse. And I'm straight; a novelty in those days. I'm fit as a fidd...