I had been living in West Berlin for over a year before I discovered how much I enjoyed anal. One evening after a busy night on the streets Danni took me back to her small flat in Kreuzberg and, after finishing off a bottle of cheap vodka and sniffing lines of coke, we had sex…Continue Reading “Drowning in Berlin”
“Take your clothes off” said Marion. I was so surprised to her this that I complied. Perhaps it was the obedience reflex I had learnt in prison. I put my clothes in a neat pile on her sofa. “So when you arrived at the prison what did they do? Did they do an intimate body…Continue Reading “Marion”
It was a warm July evening, I had no tights on just a long flowing skirt and knickers. I was good to go. Andy opened the door of my Cortina and pushed me onto the back seat. With quick movements I lifted up the skirt and kicked off the knickers. Andy was struggling with his…Continue Reading “My Private Life in a Ford Cortina”
Or rather they don’t. They tell me things, they share, they help me to understand things I didn’t know, and need to know. And that is one reason why I am here today. For I have found out so much over the last few years, a lot about people who are very close to me….Continue Reading “Women Explain Things To Me”
I hadn’t been in Montreal long before I met Lynda in a bar. She was, I guessed a bit older than me, a brunette with shoulder length hair, a Quebecoise born and bed with a marked preference for speaking French, well what she called French at any rate. I had done French A Level back…Continue Reading “Les Souliers Verts”
I live in a land of ghosts. I live in the nondescript town of D. in south western Poland that was once the German town of R. The area is actually scenic. Just twenty miles away, the Sudeten mountains rise up on the Czech border. There are historic towns and castles nearby. There are palaces….Continue Reading “Kosher Kink and Honey Cake”
Twitter followers come and go, at least the vast majority that you either don’t know in real life or interact with to any great extent online. I long ago stopped keeping track of who had followed me or unfollowed me, but it was nonetheless a very pleasant surprise, a few years ago, to see that…Continue Reading “When Bedford Went to Ottawa”
I was born in 1962. It was well into my lifetime when corporal punishment was abolished in UK schools and some of the things that happened, even as David Bowie was reinventing himself as Ziggy Stardust, now seem truly shocking. I remember coming home from school in tears after a headmaster had threatened to cane…Continue Reading “Strap Lines”
Many years ago, in a student bar, a friend asked a strange question. “Why do you have to transport your body when you want to go anywhere?” We laughed. I mean, the answer is obvious isn’t it? And yet, the question has remained with me over the years. I imagine it has remained with my…Continue Reading “Out of Body Experiences”
I suppose I am not much like Erica Jong’s heroine and I doubt I will be any more successful in finding the zipless fuck than she was. Nonetheless reading Fear of Flying some years ago coincided with a new relationship and some amazing sex and got me thinking in a new way about female sexuality….Continue Reading “In Search of the Zipless Fuck”