This girl, of course, doesn’t have the slightest wish to get away. In my mind I’m shaking my head and smiling again, thinking about all the hundreds of thousands of dumb guys who at this very moment, all over this city, are drinking up courage in order to talk to some girl in some bar, in order to maybe possibly get laid later in the evening. Don’t they know there are insatiable women like this fine specimen, whose name I...

The air reeks of anticipation and testosterone as I descend the staircase into the basement level. It looks like there will be no stampede, but I sense a slight increase in the walking pace of those leading the way. I follow suit, clutching that fresh condom in my palm and wondering if it’s presumptuous of me to have one at the ready. I haven’t noticed anybody else dipping into the protection pot yet - is it bad to look t...

A dozen men wait in the conservatory. Some sit on the few chairs at the far end of the room, and some stand, but few are feeling chatty. All of them, from twenty-somethings to those in their sixties, look like penguins. Black and white is the dress code for tonight. Well, more specifically, black boxers with white shirts, polos or t-shirts. Everyone is on the verge of breaking into a serious sweat, and it’s not just becau...

The damp heat oozed around my body, wrapping itself around me like an oven’s embrace. That clunky fan seemed to whirr in the distance somewhere across the dormitory, but the old relic had evidently lost the fight against nature. I was only one-quarter conscious, but I could tell that the tropical sun had come up and begun baking the city into yet another fiery day. Not one breath of air brushed my skin. My navy blue dress...

Connie looked up at me with the widest, most curious pair of eyes I had ever seen. They were like a bear back from a failed salmon hunt: hungry and brown. Her lips burst with youthful fullness. My cock hardened. I ushered her inside my apartment, closing the door as soon as she was through it. Neighbours like to judge. I gave her the classic European greeting. A brush on each of her radiant, rose-tinted cheeks. Formal eno...

I steal another glance in the mirror. She’s still impassive, eyes down, on her work. They don’t meet mine. I try, and fail, to stop my own eyes from dropping. To the velvety expanse of skin under her throat, and down, down to that taunting, nascent cleavage. So little, yet enough. Just like the front legs of a spider, waiting at its lair. It’s a sign of danger. This is April. My April. And this is my second haircut with h...

“I will keep these items, Miss Carling. You won’t be needing them in the near future.” It’s barely two minutes since Rupert pulled his fully erect dick out of my sopping sex. And now he’s telling me to get out – with all of my clothing bunched up in his fist. He snatches up my panties off the floor before I even have the chance to think of retrieving them. My mind is addled with a churn of mixed emotions. The euphoria of...

Tuesday, 10am My mood is even more terrible when I wake up. Now I’m not just frustrated, I’m tired too. My first response to the morning is to frown and sigh. The Colin Firth-lookalike rouses us again, pulling back the curtains to more blazing sunshine and birds chirping merrily. I notice that it’s an hour later than yesterday, but the lie-in doesn’t seem to have made much difference. I’ve got a faintly fuzzy head after t...

Monday, 7.40pm I’m well into getting ready. I’ve just showered again, this time without company and without the audience. Even the two chairs the men were sitting on this morning weren’t there. I’m starting to wonder if it was all a dream. I’d ask my room-mate, but she’s just so damn unapproachable. She pretty much acts like I don’t exist. Fine, Petra, I’ll do the same to you then. She stalks out of the room in her towel....

Miss Jackson leans back in her chair, offering me no further guidance. She’s all ears, it seems. I swallow hard. Suddenly being naked in front of her seems like the easy part. But speak of my sex life? My, that’s a broad question. I presume she isn’t going to judge me for anything I’ve done. More likely things I haven’t. “Uh…OK….” She smiles warmly at me, tilting her head to one side. But she just won’t offer me the crutc...

Monday, 9am I wake with a ringing in my ears. Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding. Where is it coming from? And where am I? The infuriating sound stops. I groan as my brain slowly reassembles reality, comes to terms with its unfamiliar surroundings. Clearly my fears that I would not sleep well were unfounded. I’ve never known such a comfortable bed. Such soft linen, especially after that bath, must have lulled me into slumber in fiv...

Sunday, 8pm The door clicks closed behind us and I stand in the middle of the room feeling awkward. Petra has abandoned her phone at last, and is gazing out of the window. I’ll take one last stab at this. Be the bigger person, Emma. I walk over to her, muster the most genuine smile I can manage: “Hi Petra, we haven’t met properly yet! I’m Emma. It’s nice to meet you.” She looks suspiciously down at the hand I’ve offered i...

Sunday, 6pm No way am I going to sleep. The train is a slow, relaxed one and it’s almost deserted. There’s sun pouring in, making my knees pleasantly warm as it bakes the denim of my jeans. I should be getting drowsy by now, but I can’t keep my thoughts from racing ahead of me. Instead, I sit with my hands clasped together, hunched forward and probably frowning. I look at the soft black travel bag I’ve brought, which sits...

Wednesday, 10.10pm I’ve got shaky hands again. Clammy palms too. But this time it’s not rage. I’m quivering somewhere between nerves and anticipation. Part of me wants to run away and hide in a bathroom. That part of me is ashamed to be here, and it’s telling me it’s not too late. “It’s only a discussion, you silly girl!” Martin’s reading my mind again. “Pull yourself together now. Honestly, there isn’t a sign around your...

Friday, 11am My hands shake as I fumble at the keys on my phone. My angry fingers can’t seem to hit the right buttons. I curse the gibberish on the screen and slam the fucking thing back into my handbag. It’s only an enraged nothing tweet to nobody in particular. I should have gotten further away. Now I’m falling apart on their doorstep. Through the screaming pack of thoughts racing laps around my head, a voice is yelling...