Coming out tonight really wasn’t the best idea that she had ever had. It would be the first time that she had seen him in months and, although her heart wasn’t the aching wound that it once had been, this was going to test her healing scars. So far, it had been OK. The mutual […]Read more "Flash in the night: Dance with me…"
Working night shifts is strange, but I love it – people are different at 4am. More open, more honest. It creates a cameraderie amongst my colleagues that rarely occurs during the day. Nights are also strange because there are sometimes long periods of time with nothing to do. If no one is sick, there’s no […]Read more "Flash in the night: In the bar…"
So, did you want to come in? See what other sinful photos are shared this week by pressing the kiss below…Read more "Sinful Sunday: At the door…"
In a house with sloping roofs, there are no walls on which to hang mirrors. Instead, they are propped up on chairs, lent against walls and wedged into shelves. In this house with sloping roofs, skylights let in the light and it catches the haphazardly placed mirrors, illuminating the eaves and revealing glimpses of secluded […]Read more "Sinful Sunday: Mirror…"
There are hundreds of people here. Or at least it feels like it. There are certainly too many for this small bar. She knew that the half time queues were always horrendous, but this was something else! The bar staff sweat as they rush up and down, somehow managing to juggle orders and queues without […]Read more "Crushed…"
‘Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy.’ – Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus After months of thinking about it and never quite getting around to it, I finally went to the Institute of Sexology at the Wellcome Collection last week, barely days before it closes. The whole exhibition was fascinating […]Read more "Unknown conflict…"
‘The library door was thick and none of the ordinary sounds that might have reminded them, might have held them back, could reach them. They were beyond the present, outside time, with no memories and no future.’ – Ian McEwan, Atonement ‘Follow me,’ he said. ‘Come into the library with me.’ He took her hand […]Read more "Sinful Sunday: Come into the library…"