Did you fantasize that Vaughan was photographing all these sex acts as though they were traffic accidents? The world’s most controversial film? If you’re looking to keep movie buffs and Conservative party counsellors occupied for a few hours...

For me, stealing’s always been a lot like sex. Two people who want the same thing: they get in a room, they talk about it. They start to plan. It’s kind of like flirting. It’s kind of like… foreplay, ’cause the more they talk about it, the wetter they...

I have a confession: I’m afraid that I won’t be doing much – if any – new writing for the blog this month. Before you decide to make me attend the Headmaster’s (or Mistress’ – I’d much prefer that option) I do have a good excuse. At least, I think...

He looks up from the bar; her green eyes are on him again. The bourbon emboldens him. “Like a drink?” “No,” she says. “Take me home instead.” She drives. Her house is dark, remote. “I like solitude,” she explains. She lights incense and...

I sit amidst the rumpled Egyptian cotton sheets, my back against the polished Marriott Hotel headboard, watching as she rolls on her black nylon stockings. Left, then right; the elegant reversal of the work I’d done so willingly little more than three...