"Hi, Clara,” a familiar voice called from behind me. Standing with my husband and children in the middle of the department store, my heart lurched and my face froze as I unexpectedly heard the deep timbre of my black lover’s voice. I turned rapidly so that my husband wouldn’t register the panicked expression on my face. “Dion, fancy seeing you here; what a lovely surprise,” I replied in a slightly high-pitched voice. “Jam...

“Come on, you two, we are going to be late for school,” I called upstairs as they brushed their teeth. Normal school day morning: running late; house in chaos; children can’t find their homework; husband focused on getting himself to the train on time. Finally, I had both children strapped into the back seat of the 4x4 and on the way through the traffic for the fifteen-minute drive to the school. Due to meet for lunch wit...

Sitting over a coffee in town with some girlfriends, my phone pinged with a series of incoming messages. Suspecting I knew the source, and after a suitable pause, I made the excuse that I need to visit the toilet. Locking myself in a cubicle, I opened the phone. My heart skipped a beat when I saw it was from him. “You should take some time out, and go shopping for something to wear when we meet. Let your imagination run w...

A WhatsApp message alert appeared on the car’s touchscreen. Despite the fact it purported to be from my friend, Diana, my pulse quickened with the understanding that was the pseudonym Dion had chosen to conceal his identity when sending me messages. “Diana is chatty this morning,” James remarked, when a further three message alerts drifted across the screen in short succession. “Probably arrangements for the next girls’ n...

Another night of disturbed sleep. It was too hot. I was too distracted. Lying next to my peacefully sleeping husband, I tossed and turned; my mind consumed with the thought of my lover taking me over and over again. Every day without him increased my desperate yearning for Dion. I was consumed with an almost frantic desire to be taken by him; to be used by him. The next day passed in a blur of domestic tedium. In the midd...

“Oh…my…God,” Amelia gasped, a hand flying to her mouth with the shock of realisation. My heart dropped like a stone. A choking sensation seized my throat and there was a loud ringing in my ears as the panic of discovery hit me. A look, a hesitation for a fraction of a second too long, a shift in my body language, all had given me away when she made an off-hand comment about how amazing Dion must be in bed. “Oh…my…God, Cla...