The door is slightly open. Inside there’s cold champagne and a note on the bed telling you to undress, but to leave your knickers on, and lie down on top of the soft duvet. The lights dim and some eclectic dance music starts playing. Then you feel hands touching you lightly across your back and shoulders, your neck, tickling you all over. Your arms are crossed above your head and the tickling continues down the sides of y...

She walked into the restaurant, almost floating, full of self-confidence and with an ease that only added to her stunning appearance. Dressed down in tight fitting jeans and a white T-shirt, with slashes across the shoulders and across the chest – that just gently hinted at her amazing cleavage – she smiled and flashed her eyes as people looked up at her as she crossed the room. I’d known Jayne since she was sixteen. Even...