The long street was as difficult to park in as it had ever been. I'd not been this way in years but the lines of parked cars on either side roughly blocked up any sight of a spare spot outside the ancient terrace houses in a very familiar way. This had been the home of my great grandparents, who'd both died while I'd been young, maybe seven or eight, my cousin, Sara had been born a year or so later and the house had been...

I was seventeen or thereabouts, in college and considering my options once my two years were up there. In my downtime I’d been invited around to the local ice rink by my friends, who, seeing how useless I was on the ice, had quickly abandoned me to keep falling over while they went around and around doing laps as perfectly as they could. It was while I was flat on my backside for the umpteenth time that she came gliding u...

If Saturday mornings are meant for one thing, then that thing is having a long, overdue lie in. If it's meant for two things, that might include playing with the morning wood. Mine had pitched a tent in my bed sheet, firm as ever and solid enough to push through the tightest barrier. Then I heard the sound of music playing faintly and wondered where it was coming from. It only took a couple of seconds in my still sleepy h...

Ah, Lynda. Lynda, Lynda, Lynda, you and those long, luscious legs of yours should have been registered as lethal weapons. Point in hand, so should the rest of your outstanding body. From the smoothness of your skin to that inviting smile, those mountainous breasts that so many would love to clamber over, to those mischievous, yet mysterious, eyes. As far as I could tell, Lynda was perhaps one of the original internet mode...

The buzzing of the phone receiving a text message woke me from my slumber on my girlfriend's bed. The buzz was familiar but it wasn't from mine, it was Chere's, dancing slightly on top of her bedside cabinet. I could hear she was still showering in her en-suite, fresh from her pamper session at the spa where she went once a week to laser off unwanted hair on her arms and legs, get a deep massage and top things off with a...

I couldn't hear a thing from Ellen's private room over the din of the pseudo rave that had broken out on our shared university residence floor. People were coming and going in and out of other people's rooms seemingly at random with no clue where the music was coming from and each resident doing a very good job of holding their drinks still despite their gyrating hips and shoulders. I knocked but got no reply, I reasoned...

I had no doubt she was using a fake name on the website's profile, after all, how many people do use their real names on adult sites? But Helen Troy seemed a bit on the nose, she didn't really look Greek in any way to me when we met. Helen was not wearing much makeup, some subtle shade of red lipstick seemed to be about it, her hair was tied back but showed plenty of curls while she wore what might very well have been off...

And there she was, in my camera lens, a breathtaking beauty I had not seen in years. And here she was, all alone on her walk, looking as beautiful as the day I first met her, barely aged, as if time hadn't touched her. Perhaps I'd better step back a little, you might have the wrong idea right now. I hadn't been feeling very well for a few weeks now, a nasty winter virus that left me coughing, sometimes quite violently, ha...