As you would imagine, party season at our house is noisy, boozy, and messy. We have a large extended family and a bunch of neighbours who have all grown up together. No one ever left the village, and those who tried it, albeit briefly, still returned. Well, I've 'moved away' to Uni, but my room is still there, pretty much as I left it, although I suspect it's become another spare room for people staying over even though m...

So, of course, like most of us, it's when I've had a lot to drink on a night out that so many of my naughty experiences unfold. After a night of hardcore alcoholic volumes freeing my spirit. And tonight was no exception. This particular naughty experience started with Kerry, my close friend, and me going for a few drinks on a Saturday afternoon because we had nothing better to do, and vodka was as cheap as water in the St...

I didn’t notice the car pull up beside me at first. I was too busy juggling the flimsy grocery bags from hand to hand on the way back from the Campus Mini Mart. My arms were feeling like they were stretching a mile long, as I mumbled a string of swear words under my breath. But then I heard a hum, deep and smooth, that made me look up. It was a car—sleek, polished, and black, catching the late afternoon sun on its glossy...

There's this guy, Simon, whom I met at a bar, I guess maybe he is in his fifties. He's a businessman and quite high profile in the city council he works at or something like that. I was in a bar with two girlfriends from Uni, it was early evening on a Saturday, and it was a packed bar, even that early, because it is a cheap place well known for students starting their night out; also they were showing a rugby match so loa...