"How much further?" my daughter Felicity asked. I glanced at the diagonal yellow line which ran across the sat-nav's screen. "Nearly there, darling." 'In three hundred yards you will have reached your destination,' announced the electronic voice on cue. And there, at the far end of a menacing avenue of dead elm trees, stood a gaunt stone gateway, with the brooding Victorian profile of St Trinian's in the distance. It look...

Professor Maurice Kershaw and his newly-installed mistress Bella were enjoying an evening aperitif on the balcony of his Madrid apartment. "Where would you like to go for supper tonight, my love?" he asked. "Oh let's go to the cafe bar at The Ritz, shall we? I'll wear my new black pencil skirt and a semi-transparent black silk blouse if you like." "With no bra?" the elderly man asked expectantly. "But of course not, darli...

The lights were on in the motel's little timber-clad cabin when Dave and Nick pulled up by the front porch. "She's obviously checked in already," Dave observed getting out of the driver's seat. Nick dutifully followed with their two cases.As they stepped up onto the stoop the cabin's inner door swung open. "Hi guys, come on in!" Through the fly screen, the men could make out the profile of a slinky blonde six-footer dress...

Local townspeople were in awe of our new civic library - or the Interactive Literary & Learning Hub as we had been told to refer to it. It replaced a 100 year-old red sandstone monolith, built in the days when philanthropists erected grandiose monuments to themselves and their wealth. Ours was to be converted into a multi-cultural food bank and refuge for battered wives. The brash new elongated ILLH was clad with curved s...

In no time at all I'd settled into my new job at Sir Algernon Hardcastle's mansion, as his resident Naked Cleaner. The other members of the staff at The Grange were his haughty butler Corbyn; Roland, the taciturn chauffeur; and his redoubtable housekeeper Condoleezza.The flame-haired Romanian and I were at daggers drawn from our very first meeting, but it was only after hearing some  back stairs gossip that I realised why...

The classified advert in our local newsletter was slightly ambiguous.Elderly bachelor seeks services of a naked cleaner. Details plus photo to Box 3679.It was pretty obvious that this horny old gent was looking for someone like a gorgeous young Latino who he could feast his lascivious eyes on, while she polished the mahogany sideboard. Culminating, no doubt, with a session in the bedroom, followed by a generous payment fo...

The distinctive growl of a powerful V-twin motorbike alerted Janet Martin to the arrival of one of her husband's biking friends. She dried her hands on her apron and headed for the front door.Clasping a gleaming white crash helmet under her arm was a slim blonde-haired young woman, wearing black leathers and boots. "Is Phil in?" she enquired."He's just popped into town. He shouldn't be long. Why not come in for a coffee a...

I sat in the dark shadow of the Victorian mansion, with the engine idling.At 6.00pm sharp they appeared in the doorway. He, portly - leaning heavily on his stick for support; she, wraith-slim, clad in a sleeveless silver evening gown that went down to touch a pair of silver satin stilettos. Her slender, porcelain-white arms were clad with elbow-length silver snakeskin gloves and her diamond choker sparkled in the light of...

"Well, you seem to have catered for the heat wave!"The petite supermarket checkout girl nimbly slid my eight items across her scanner. A litre bottle of vodka, two giant tonics, three lemons, a packet of crisps and a bottle of Prosecco. "You forgot the sun oil.""I'm going for an all-over tan this summer.""Nice." She gave a playful grin as I handed her my credit card. "Wifey away, by any chance?""However did you come to th...

"Fucking aphids!"Arms folded and still wearing her pruning gauntlets, my wife Alice stepped into our conservatory from the garden. She was in frayed denim shorts, a Pink Floyd T-shirt and flip-flops. Glancing down at the magazine I was reading she snorted: "And since when have you been interested in women's magazines?"I carried on reading. I didn't feel it was worth responding to this jibe. "Just seeing how the other half...

I got an unexpected journalistic assignment to the US: a two-day trip to New York. My heart missed a beat when I took the magazine's call, realising that I would be able to meet my cyber-lover Gary for the first time. I was slightly flustered as I put down the phone. Should I message him to tell him I was coming? Or think about the girlie items I needed to pack? There was barely thirty-six hours before the flight. I did a...

Shafts of early-morning sunshine were coming through my bedroom window as the bedside phone rang. Through one bleary eye, I saw it was 6.30. I picked up."So how was I?" I instantly recognised the sultry voice of my next door neighbour, Barbara."Er good morning. Little early isn't it?""I've been awake since five, but I didn't like to ring before. How was I last night?"Memories of our late night mutual voyeurism session beg...

I suppose I've been fascinated by voyeurism since my late teens.We lived in a house which backed onto woods. At evening times in spring and summer I would walk our dog there - though the real reason was to spy on the lovers who went there for sex. Whether they were stretched out naked, fucking in the grass, or fondling each other up against a tree, it never failed to get me hard. Once back home in bed, I would masturbate...

For several weeks a discreet classified advertisement had been appearing on the back pages of our community newspaper, listed under 'Sundry Local Services.' It was an invitation for local men to attend the new hospital's sperm donation unit, to give samples for use in artificial insemination. I had read articles in the national media that said donation levels had slumped by as much as 40% since new legislation had come in...

Bella sat expectantly astride one of the iron roof trusses high up in the roof of Madrid's Atocha rail terminus.Far below, passengers were filing off the sleeper train which had just arrived from Paris. She scanned the tiny figures in search of Professor Maurice Kershaw and his wife Ursula. Bella knew they were on this train, as she had spotted their names on the passenger manifest in the SNCF offices. It was over two mon...