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I want the savage bit and the soft bit. Foot rubs. Kettle. Hair stroked. If he can only do one, he was never going to keep me.

At work I am stern. At home I am greedy. This is about the sweet act, the private hunger, and why I keep those two girls separate.

Right then, let me just get this out there before my tea goes cold. People at the bank have this…

I woke up this morning to the usual racket of my phone buzzing like it had a personal grudge against…

Give me wine and I start telling conquest stories. Not to be cruel. Because women compare notes, and silence has never protected anyone I know.

have always found a strange sort of comfort in the way numbers sit still on a screen. They do not…

Right then. Where do I even start with this one? I suppose the sensible place is the beginning, though beginnings…

Sometimes I catch myself standing in the middle of my little Hackney flat in nothing but an oversized hoodie and…

Some nights I do not want the whole performance. I want a mouth that stays, patience that does not clock watch, and pleasure treated as the point.

You know what proper winds me up at the bank? Watching someone turn on the charm the second a manager…