noisymother

He sat across from the woman at the breakfast table and reached across and took her hand in his. This time it felt right, natural, like it was meant to be. She smiled an uncertain smile and he squeezed her hand reasssuringly. A few months ago it had been wild, crazy. The woman he had stumbled across online, when he had decided he wasn't going to find anyone. They had hit it off straight away; sharing the same dry sense of humour and slightly askew take on life. They had talked online for hours and he had been delighted to discover that she only lived about two hours away. There had been an inevitability about their relationship. He knew the

I loved it when Lynn wore her corset: the effect that lacing her into it had on me. She knew how much I enjoyed the way the corset cinched in her waist; pushing out her hips and breasts. I was so tempted to forgo the party and make love to her instead, but she loved to be the centre of attention and needed the approbation of more than just her husband that night. I know that she missed the social life we had up until a couple of years ago, when we decided to buy a “house in the country” where we could both run our businesses from home. I dressed with care myself, planning a little surprise for Lynn when we got home. It looked like

Damn you, you're good you were fully aware of the effect you would have saying those three little words when you called me back just as I was leaving making me stand close enough to smell your scent as you whispered in my ear I can still feel your hot breath and the reverberations of those three little words deliberately you stamped my reason with your indelible intent to render me incapable of thinking about anything else for the rest of the day leaving my mind and body desiring your forbidden touch lowering my defences and undermining my resolve not to hear you say again those three little words (I want you)

Lynn We made our way through to the birthday girl, threading our way between the more punctual guests. I relished the admiring glances that I drew: I was feeling wicked and wore a most revealing outfit.. My husband guided me with his hand on the small of my back; a proprietorial gesture for the benefit of the gawking men. After exchanging kisses with Maddy we went to help ourselves to drinks. I really fancied a pint, as it was pretty hot and stuffy, but settled for a glass of mediocre chardonnay as my tightly laced corset  was somewhat restrictive. We both stood in the kitchen watching the party in full swing: a few unfamiliar faces amongst

'Would you like a drink? I've got some of that fruit tea you like. Raspberry and rose? Blackcurrant?' 'No, mum, it's ok. I'll just have an ordinary tea.' Maddy stopped her mother before she could catalogue the whole range of fruit tea on offer. 'I rather went off that kind of tea.' That kind of tea made Maddy feel sick now. Just the thought of it made her stomach lurch and her face flush. She'd drunk nothing but fruit tea for months and now just the thought of it stirred up feelings she wanted not to think about. Feelings that frightened and yet excited her. She hadn't want to confront him until she was sure. Positive. And then when she wa

Jørgen? I come awake to the sound of  'min kjaere' whispered by the wind that comes in from the ocean. Or was it my beloved Jørgen? I believe I could almost feel his warm breath as his lips brushed against my ear; remembering how wonderful that felt. Nowadays I only  feel a deep sense of longing and restlessness and each time I wake the feeling has grown stronger. But I still thrill to the sound of his voice. He always knew how I liked him whispering his sweet nothings in my ear. I'm awake less and less these days. My spirit is very weak and tired. It's been more than a hundred years now and I don't know how much longer I can remai

Wrestling, just messing about, the way boys do. We tussled on the grass and I soon had Alex pinned underneath me, like I had a hundred times before. I had him by his wrists, pinned down above his head, acutely aware this time of the fragility of the bones in his slender wrists, and the sharpness of his hip bones. That was when I knew. It was as if the world had stopped and I was only aware of his frail body under mine, both our hearts beating fast from our exertions. His face still slightly puffy from his drinking. I looked into his blue eyes, as if for the first time, and was drowned, lost. He shrugged me off easily with; 'Dude, you so loo

I don't even like Facebook. I hardly ever check it. But I saw his message today. He's contacted every Georgia he could find. And now he's found the right one. Of course he doesn't know this yet. He says he's been feeling guilty these past seven years, about the way he behaved. He wants me to forgive him – so that he can feel better. It makes me sick. Why should he get to feel better? It was a sweet seaside holiday romance. We were both young and naïve. Why did I think it would end any differently? He wasn't that good looking really; kind of tall and gawky. But you could see that he'd fill out and he had a wholesomeness about him; h

  . . . the Sex Change Soldier and Half of a Yellow Sun by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie I've lost a month of my life. I remember last Book Group, discussing The Tenderness of Wolves and then writing a piece about it. All geared up for the next book. Now, I work for the National Trust, and have been working long, hard hours recently, in order to get the property ready for opening to the public. So I needed some comfort reading before tackling our next book. So I read Poppy Z Brite's Lost Souls; one of my favourite books. Goth Vampires, New Orleans, guitars, mysticism, lust and homoeroticism – a perfect blend. 'The moon spread like butter on

I met her at the coast. The place where the land meets the sea. A single line on a map. One side sea: one side land. It was the summer I turned 18 and I was on holiday with my parents. I hadn't really intended to be but my girlfriend had just dumped me and everyone else had plans. I decided I would go and I could make a start on reading the mountain of books I'd been recommended for my university course in the Autumn. I'd decided it would almost certainly be my last holiday with my parents and I could spend my days on the beach reading while they did their own thing. I saw her straight away on the beach, sitting back against the prom wall. S