Delphine’s Schooldays – Chapter 8

This continues a historical boarding school series which I am writing alongside EveRay – you can read her previous chapter (7) here or the whole series: Prologue Chapter 1 – Part 1 Chapter 1 – Part 2 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 St Faith’s – January 1952  

Sweet Surrender

  Surrender – a word with so many nuanced meanings. When Marie Rebel posted the prompt: 1a: to yield to the power, control, or possession of another upon compulsion or demand surrendered the fort b: to give up completely or agree to forgo especially in favour of another 2a: to give (oneself) up into the power of another especially

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Delphine’s Schooldays [Chapter 1 – part 2]

  This post is part of a serialised fiction collaboration with the talented Eve Ray.  She shared Chapter 1 on her blog last week for #WickedWednesday. Here’s what happens next. ST. FAITH’S SCHOOL FOR GIRLS – JULY 1959  Chapter 1 : Part 2 My fine leather pumps beat a tattoo on the floor as I

Guest Post : Aisle 23

This is a sexy, dominant fantasy concocted by my good friend Jacques (@beforesunset49) during a shopping trip to a Swedish furniture store – shared for #MasturbationMonday [13.8 minute read]   I found myself following her down the travellator at Ikea, short and smart. Business suit with dark skirt over black tights, the skirt so tight

Christmas Cracker [Part 2]

You may want to begin with Part 1, where Melanie prepares for her office Christmas party. Once there, determined to shrug off her troubles, she flirts outrageously with her colleague Wesley. [6.5 minute read] The foyer was empty, the tables had been cleared of drinks and canapes so the Christmas tree dominated from the corner.

Tipping the Velvet : Book Review

Mainstream Novels I Use as One Handed Reads Tipping the Velvet – Sarah Waters   I remember there was a lot of hype around the BBC TV mini series – mainly because the heroine of the book is a lesbian and it featured several love scenes.  How ‘buttoned up’ the British TV audience was in

takeaway chips with ketchup

Chips

The night air was cold, a heavy dampness hanging around, creeping into clothes, seeping through her scratchy wool coat, swirling round legs.  Her breath made puffs like smoke while the orange street lights lit nothing well, everything looked sickly. The smell of his chips, sharp with vinegar, made her nose crinkle, her tummy rumble. His