With apologies to Alfred, Lord Tennyson — When I dipt into the future far as human eye could see; Saw the Vision of the world and all the wonder that would be. — In the Spring a subtle crimson comes upon young Iris’s breasts; And in the Spring the wanton neighbours sneak a peek at Iris’s chest; …

This story was inspired by a brief scene in the video for ‘Uprising’, a Sabaton song about the Warsaw Uprising of 1944. The song’s chorus ends with the exhortation, “Warszawo, walcz!” (Warsaw, fight!) Death is everywhere, but in this brief moment it is not here. Not yet. In the rubble…

You’ll want to know how I got this way, how it was my clothes ended up in tatters around me — I know I shouldn’t start a story at the end, when I’m already lying spent and what happened has happened. I should begin at the beginning, not commence by telling you I’m naked and drained, glistening with sweat and tears, a sheet pulled over me to hide the cum still…

Even a church can have its temptations — When I moved to the city I found it bustling with loneliness and temptation. I needed the comfort of faith and community, so I was lucky to find this little church, in a converted shop tucked between an off-licence and a convenience store. It doesn’t make me any less lonely…

Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as it is fit in the Lord. (Colossians 3:18) I am a traditional wife. Some women imagine they would be bored without a career, but my life is a whirlwind of rewarding activities: between home and church, I’m almost always busy. When I’m…

I didn’t say the words ‘suck’ and ‘cock’ in the house of God — “Good Lord!” Those words shouldn’t feel sacrilegious in a church, but when you’re kneeling in the choir stalls facing a penis worthy of Goliath they do take on a certain profane quality. I’d been trying to seduce Reverend Joshua for months, mostly by wearing short skirts, showing plenty of cleavage…

Opening up to new experiences — Content note: implied sexual assault. This story is not a memoir — I’m not fifty-seven, this didn’t happen to me, and Ollie is only real enough for his type to be recognisable — but it is nevertheless true: I was nineteen once, for several years and many bad choices. Nineteen…

Prompted by Grimsby Hackney… —

Nothing is more true than waking up naked next to Ellie — This is a stand-alone episode of a story which wanders around Medium publications occasionally. Morgan got drunk one night after dumping her boyfriend and woke up next to a naked woman, which was a new experience for her, and one which she’s keen to make the most of. …