He is tired. I have been fucking his mouth for the last hour. I smell myself on him as I lean in closer, my juices still glistening on his day old stubble. His eyes are half shut, and his cock lies resting peacefully in a pool of cum against his stomach, twitching occasionally as it recovers. The crisp white sheets are sodden, my carefully applied make-up smudged around my eyes and lips. All that effort to end up looking...

Soho is my favourite part of London. I can sit for hours outside a cafe, people watching. The eclectic mix of the passers-by – the tourists; the elderly couples on their way home from the matinee, and the subtle shift as the sun goes down. The trannies tottering over the cobbles in their towering heels; a young rent boy walking hand in hand with a leather-clad sexagenarian; the groups of camp, flamboyant young men jostlin...

It is the first time we have been away together. A few days in a new city, a chance to explore each other outside of the stresses and distractions of our everyday lives. Yesterday was perfect - a long train journey, a couple of glasses of Champagne, the surreptitious fondlings in the half empty first class carriage. The vigorous fuck - fast, hungry - that is inevitable after so much time apart, and the slow love making as...