I sit in Dylan Rey’s hair salon on Tunbridge Wells High Street and stare at my new little black bob. I worried it wouldn’t suit my face, that I wouldn’t be able to manage the upkeep, and that at thirty-six I was too old. Scariest of all, if I didn’t have...
When my head lays on my pillow and my eyes close it’s then that you come alive. your creep into my bed no invitation necessary It's your place too? I taste your essence even before I feel your lips upon my reclining form. You feed my desire Rampa...
I had to go to London to sign some documents; Dec’s wanted me to drive but I thought it would be better to go by train. I arrived at Victoria but needed a tube to patch me through to Upminster. The tube train was packed full of hot commuters crammed in l...
