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Saturday, 28 September 2013


Cody and Luigi lay in bed after their love-making.  Cody had been right.  The breadcrumbs did go everywhere. 
“Let’s do something,” suggested Luigi.  “You go back to work tomorrow.  But we have today off.”
Cody didn’t speak.  He looked away from Luigi, waiting for him to suggest something.  Luigi sighed inwardly. 
“Let’s go and have a decent coffee on Brunswick Street.  And something to eat.”
They showered.  Separately.  Luigi was rather depressed by that.  He wondered if things would ever be right again between them. 
It was a warm autumn day.  They sat outside on a table at the café drinking their caffè  lattes.  Cody said he wasn’t hungry but Luigi ordered bruschetta for himself. 

Racking his brains for something to say, he asked, “Do you think it’ll be all right at work?”
Cody shrugged.  “Dunno.”  He waited a couple of seconds.  “We’ll have to see.  I do have the medical certificate.  So they won’t sack me because of that.  But I’ll have to have a story ready.  The doctor didn’t say what I was sick with—”
“—They never do—”
“—but they will ask.  I have to have some plausible excuse.”
 “You were unconscious.  Which is true.  No one knew where you were.  Which is true.  If we don’t count the killer.  And you were found by someone on the street—only you don’t remember much—and taken to a doctor.  It’ll do for now.  If there’s a court case ….  Well, we’ll worry about it then.”
He took a bite of his bruschetta.
Cody’s face turned a whitish green and his forehead was all at once covered with beads of sweat,
“What?” asked Luigi, alarmed.

Swallowing convulsively, Cody strangled out a whisper, “It’s him.”

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Friday, 27 September 2013


Outside there was the muted late night hum of the traffic.  A voice rose up mysteriously from the street, its message inaudible.  The last tram pinged its bell at an errant car.  A sash window was slammed down.  A distant dog barked.
They lay in each other’s arms.
Her eyes were wet, and so, she saw in the light from the window, were his.
“Silly,” he said kindly, gruffly.  “Sex is supposed to make you happy.”
She smiled through the tears.  “I am,” she whispered.
“Mai too.”
His eyes drooped closed.  She didn’t sleep for ages, watching patterns of light on the ceiling as cars or pedestrians went by, feeling the drift of the thin curtains in the breeze as if they were on her own skin. 
Whatever happens now, she thought, even if he leaves me for someone else, it doesn’t matter. 

It was just four months later that Jason started work at the pub, and she met him for the first time.
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Thursday, 26 September 2013


He moved his mouth away.  She gave a stammering cry.  Was it noYesDon’t?  Even she didn’t know. 
“We can try fuckin’ again,” he whispered, his mouth against her ear.  “Oi’ve bain thinkin’.  With a dude, if he’s toight, ya gao more gently.  Ya use a lot of lube.”  He kissed her cunt again, and then her belly button, and then so gently it almost tickled, he bit softly down onto her nipples.  “Ya wanna troi?”
She nodded.
“Turn soideways,” he whispered. He snuggled up against her.  She heard the sound of the condom packet tearing and then the snap as he put in on.  A bottle top clicked, and she felt his hand liquid with lube start to stroke her.  His finger penetrated her and it was so slippery and so gentle it was inside her before she had time to tense up.  He continued moving it very slowly in and out of her, each time softly rubbing her clitoris.  She did not know whether to lie still or give in to the overpowering urge to writhe helplessly as pleasure thrilled through her body.

Keith inserted a second finger and then a third, and still she did not clamp tight.  She was surprised to find herself weeping silently, but could not have said whether it was from happiness or sorrow.  She felt the head of his cock press against her.  He pressed it against her opening, but moved no further.  He pulled away, and she waited, trusting him now with every cell of her body.  She heard the squirt of the lube bottle, and then once again he was pressing against her.  He slid gently into her, and started slow and cautious thrusting.  Once or twice she thought of her father and she inadvertently tightened on him, and one of those times, Keith squeaked in discomfort.  But she drove her father from her mind, and when she climaxed and then felt him make a final deep lunge into her as he too came, her mind was empty of her past.

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Wednesday, 25 September 2013


He let go her hands and lifted her dress. His hands were warm against her tummy.  But she shivered all the same.  He kissed her softly on the lips then without pausing, moved his mouth over the soft down on her chin to her neck.   Her whole body was electric to his touch.  The shock from his warm lips flowed across her torso to her nipples and her groin.  His kisses became more intent.  In a moment he was kissing her again on her mouth, and his tongue was tangled with hers. 
“Turn round,” he whispered.
She obeyed.  She could feel his fingers undoing the hooks on the back.  And then, the late night chill startling against her skin, her dress was over her head and puddled on the floor.  His mouth was against her buttock, and he bit her gently.   His finger hooked under the strap of her thong and he pulled it down.  He bit the other buttock, a little harder this time. 
Esmé had never been so aroused.  She knew love, she had thought.  She had been used as an object by her dad.  But this!  It was intensely erotic, and supremely tender.  She didn’t know what she wanted him to do with her.   But waiting for him to do it was unendurable.
He kissed her neck.  He took her hand and tugged her over to the bed.

He nipped gently at her breasts and then traced a line of fire with his tongue down her torso to her groin. In a moment she felt his tongue stroking her within the folds of her body.  Heat washed through her.  

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Tuesday, 24 September 2013


“Nao,” he said at last.  He was silent for a while.  “It sounds loike Oi’m lookin’ ta get the best of baoth worlds.  But Oi can’t make a promise Oi can’t kaip.”
“What can you promise?”
“That Oi love ya and will go on lovin’ ya.  That aiven if Oi slaip with other blaokes, Oi won’t slaip with women. Except you.  And whatever happens, Oi’m still ya friend.  And we naid friends.  More’n anything.”
He was still holding her hands.  She said, “We’ll try and see, OK.  I can’t make promises I can’t keep either.”  She felt his hands tighten then relax, and his eyes gleamed. 
“So would ya loik to, naow?”
“That’s all you’re interested in.”
“I have news for you, sista, that’s all any man is interested in.”
“Somewhere out there my prince is waiting,” said Esmé piously. “Meanwhile, I’ll make do with the pauper.  The sex-crazed paper.”
“I can get a pea to put under the mattress,” offered Keith, his eyes sparkling, struggling to keep his expression disinterested and professional.

Your mattress?  Huh!  Why bother?”

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Sunday, 8 September 2013


At the flat, he looked at her solemnly for many moments, before taking each of her hands in one of his.
“What Oi said before.  I meant it.  Maybe Oi am bad for ya.  Oi love ya, but Oi love Tom too.  And … ya kanow … sometimes Oi’m goingta pick up blaokes at the pub.  None of that mains Oi daon’t love ya.  Oi do.  But, Ezz, I am gay.  That’s what Oi am.  Maybe if Oi hadn’t been on the straits and had to whore, maybe Oi would never have found out.  Ya knaow, lots of the blaokes who hired me, they were married.  Seriously.
“But this is important.  Oi’m prolly always going to be gay.”
Esmé shook her head.  “First, I think you’re bi, not gay.”  She reached down and caressed his cock which immediately started to swell.  “Which proves my point.”  She smiled at him.  “Second, I’ve already said it.  You’ve been to hell too.  You know the road there.  And the road back.  “Somebody nice and normal”—she put scorn into her tone and expression—“someone who hasn’t seen what hell looks like …”
“… the walkin’ wounded?”
It didn’t sound like a cliché coming from him in his strong ocker accent.
“Yes,” she whispered.  “Yes.  Someone who knows what it feels like.  To … you know.”
“Yeah. Oi knaow. But Oi still think ya naid someone to love who loves just you.”
“Do you want that?”  Esmé’s regard was painfully direct.

Keith was tempted to lie and say yes.  Because he truly did think he would hurt Esmé and he didn’t want to.  Maybe it would make it easier for her—for both of them—if he just forced the decision.

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Thursday, 5 September 2013


 Carol King , Old Woman in Window, Istria,

He looked at her for several heartbeats, his face serious.
“Ya do deserve better.  But maybe—‘strue, Ezz--maybe ya naid better’n me.  I’m pretty damaged.  Oi lived on the straits.  Oi whored to pay for everything.  Oi caught the big H.  Oi took drugs an’ stuff.”   There were some things he was never going to tell.  Never. To anybody.  Tom knew, because Tom had seen him that night, huddled in the doorway, an icy southerly scouring his bones.  Tom knew all right. He’d been in bad places himself.  Tom didn’t need to be told.  “Y’re a noice middle class girl.  Ya knaow, proper accent, educated, noice home …”
“… where my father raped me several times a week.  And beat me up.  A nice middle class home where the grounds were big enough to mean the neighbours couldn’t hear the screams …”
“Yep.  That’s it, exac’ly.  You naid someone who has no baggage, someone noice and normal and straight.”
It came to her in an epiphany that that was precisely what she didn’t need.  “No!” she wailed.  “What I need is someone like you!  ‘Cos you understand!”  
 A voice came from the window in the three-storey Victorian brick house which backed onto their building.
“Can youse two get on with it?  I main, ther’re paiple tryin’ to slaip here.  Take him home, darl, an’ fuck him silly.” 
As far as they could see, the speaker was a very old old lady wearing a shapeless grey dressing gown, her hair in curlers covered with a net.
“Not thet Oi daon’t moind a bit of a soap drama, ya knaow.  But Jaysus, a lady’s got ta slaip.  Moi beauty slaip, ya knaow.”
Keith stood up and bowed to her, and shouted back, “Ma’am, I apologise for disturbin’ your repose. We will take your advoice at once.”
Esmé giggled, suddenly and inexplicably happy.  She stuck her arm through his and said, “C’mon.  Let’s go to your flat.”
As they left the little courtyard, Keith turned and waved, but the old lady had gone.

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Wednesday, 4 September 2013


“Yes,” she said crossly, annoyed at her muddle and blaming him for it. 

His mouth curled up at the corners and his eyes smiled, and he said, “That’s the whaole point, love.”

Love?  He’d never called her that before.

“What?  To confuse me with all your masculine wiles?”

He opened his hands in a what-you-see-is-what-you-get gesture.  “Moi?”  He pronounced it ‘moy’.  “Plain old moi?”

“Yeah, well, you know you’re sexy.  Don’t play the ingénu with me!”

He sobered.  “I’ve been thinkin’ of you ever since the last toime.  ’Cos I want ya to have … a good toime …”  Esmé made an inarticulate protest.  “…yeah, a good toime, because ya deserve it. Just because your dad was a vile loathsome bully and pervert doesn’t mean …”

“He used to say gays were perverts and abominations,” Esmé observed quietly.
Keith stared at her.  “After what he did to you?  What a prick!  What a cuntHe is the abomination!  A loathsome worthless piece of dogshit!”

She was glad of his fury.  It proved—and despite all the evidence which he’d already given her that he loved her—it proved that he did.

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Monday, 2 September 2013


She was wearing a dress, a summer dress, floral and bright in a thin fabric.  He brushed the bottom of the dress up, and gripped her round her hips.  He slipped his hand down the front of her thong and into the warm folds of her body.  He didn’t stop kissing her as her caressed her.  As her body began to respond, her mind was free of any memory of her father.  Ripples of pleasure moved outwards from the focus of his attention, and his tongue in her mouth muddled her mind clearing it of anything but the sensations she was feeling.  She didn’t want him to stop.  But she knew also that she ought to think it through, without this confusion of lust and pleasure and affection. 
“Wait,” she gasped, “I … it’s too nice.”
He stopped at once.  She could see his erection, straining down one trouser leg, his boxers and his chinos useless concealment. 
“Too noice?” He raised his eyebrows in amusement and puzzlement.  “Is that possible?”

She looked into his soft brown eyes, so warm and filled with affection, concern, friendship and love.  The eyes muddled her too.  They turned her decision-making brain to mush.   All she could feel was the intense wish to melt into his arms, to go on kissing, to enjoy again that wonderful sensation of him touching her and pleasuring her.  Loving her.          

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Sunday, 1 September 2013


It wasn’t until the first really warm day in spring.  The cheerful music of the jazz club floated into the warm scented air.  Keith came around from The Lord Grey and they had a latte each before Esmé locked the front door and they moved into the back courtyard.  They sat side by side on the bench, listening to the jazz, to the muted roar of the city and the cheerful ping of the trams as they rumbled past along Brunswick Street.  At last Keith stood up and reached out his hand to her and they started to dance.  A very competent rendition of Benny Goodman’s I let a Song Go Out of My Heart filled the air.  They danced close, their torsos stroking against each other, their thighs brushing.  She could feel his erection.  He was wearing boxers.  She could always tell.
 When they kissed, at first it was tentative and wary.  Then it deepened and they stopped dancing and simply held each other.
He pulled his head back, his breathing ragged, and asked, his eyes warm with concern and affection, “Ya okay with this?”

For answer, she squeezed him closer into her arms.  “Yes,” she said, her voice muffled, her head against his chest.

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