Walking up to the store counter, I addressed the girl behind the till, “I’d like to buy a …” The shop assistant interrupted my request and replied, “One moment, please, Madam.” Turning, she served someone else. I’m not keen on being ignored. I certainly do not like being called madam…

I started going through her wardrobe and borrowing a few of her dresses — Some family members can have a deep, lasting effect on a person's view of life and how to behave. Where my Gran was concerned, her influence was definitely a positive one. Her attitude to life was inspiring… My Gran and Me My Gran, Stella, was born in 1904. She was my Mum’s parent. …

Making it easier to navigate my profile page — I’ve published many stories since my Journey on Medium began in January 2021. Time for an index, I think! Not a member? Read my free stories here… (Become a member to read anything at any time. …

If an author hasn’t been involved in bondage and is writing realistic fiction, they need to research heavily in an attempt to get it right and not mislead readers… — I have written a few articles on Medium where I have reflected on pornography or mused over the ethics that perhaps should be considered when writing BDSM erotica. In this opinion piece, I am going to further explore accountability when penning erotic fiction…

Jesus lost out to the dark drives of puberty. I swapped my altar boy robes for trendy shirts and 24-inch flares… — This is a guest post written about four years ago by my partner. (Shared with his permission). He’s not too well at the moment, so perhaps while reading this true story about rituals you could have a word with the universe or whoever your god is — and send good…

How that scruffy, neglectful man could have produced her, I don’t know. He certainly does not deserve the little angel… — “Daddy, where shall we sit?” The small girl turns around excitedly on the ferry lounge looking at all the possibilities, holding not one, but three dollies. Her father — a thirty-something, tracky-bottom wearing, sweaty geezer — doesn't even survey his surround. Instead, he walks straight over to a slot machine…

We pondered over the logistics of an adult-only venue for writers, while my recently departed cat decomposed in the utility room! Priorities were never my forte… — Apparently, breakfast tastes better to a condemned person, and that’s how I felt whilst eating. My mulberry-silk dressing gown billowed around the chair, a reminder that the spending spree I’d charged to my ex’s bank-card had come home to roost, in the form of a court order containing payback terms.

He is always there to defend my honour when another man gets a little frisky or flirty with me. I can see he is fearless, strong too. — I was out with an old friend recently, and we were chatting about someone we know who seems to have so many faces, determined by who she is socializing with. And I don’t mean reading a situation and then behaving accordingly. Di portrays herself differently depending on who she’s with.

I knew the exclusive club template would have to be unique yet desirable and also give the writer exactly what they needed… — On that fateful, life-changing morning, I got up and cooked my favourite breakfast — eggs royale. Don’t get me wrong, I certainly wasn’t celebrating… Within the space of a week, my cat had died, and I’d learned my bastard ex was taking me to court. Apparently, I owed him 250……