Lying in the arms of the man I’d just had fantastic sex with, I smiled. Somewhere out there was the next woman he’d sleep with, and she’d never know that, thanks to me, he’d been transformed from a cl

The house next door had stood empty for many months and the weeds in the overgrown garden were spreading into my flower borders, becoming a nuisance. I’d taken early retirement when Jack became too il

I stood by the kitchen window; phone pressed to my ear. Outside, frost shimmered across the lawn, and the weak winter sun filtered through the trees. “So, what do you think?” I said to Phoebe. “A post

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I WOKE up after a vivid dream of Eleanor. I’d had quite a few recently. Eleanor was my half-sister. She was older than me – the daughter of Dad’s first wife, Dorrie. My mum only found out he had a fir

The sound of a belt unbuckling. A quiet moan. A close-up of a thigh, a stomach or a nipple. The mechanics of the best sex scenes have a lot in common, but what sets our favourites apart is what they teach us about ourselves