When night falls on Tapaye Zanabad, one of the hills surrounding Kabul, women appear with shovels and sieves. They work in the dark, digging in the mud to shape bricks with their bare hands to build adobe houses. Tapaye Zanabad means ‘built by women’ in Dari, the local language, but the steep, featureless incline is now more commonly known as the Hill of Widows. The women living on the hill lost
Rachel de Vine Guest Blog Chloe Thurlow’s recent blog about sex with a stranger brought back a sweet memory of that night in a typhoon on board a ship travelling between Singapore and Perth when I learned that just a touch can say more that a million words. I had spent three months travelling alone across Asia. I arrived in Singapore and booked a passage to Perth, Western Australia. When I boarded
Sex with a stranger makes you feel decadent, a risk taker, young again. Sex with a stranger is life on the edge. Everything else is life wrapped in cotton wool. All girls have sex with a stranger fantasies and fantasies played out are healthier than those that have been left to fester and go mouldy. When we look back, we don’t regret the things we have done, only the things left
Katie in Love Review by Brian Moorhead Katie in love is a magnificently decadent romantic tale written by a truly gifted author named Chloe Thurlow. She is once again significantly raising the bar on the quality of erotic romance and a reading of this latest novel will erase any possible doubts you may have about her immense storytelling skills. When we first meet the main protagonist, Katie, she comes across
You don’t regret the things you do, only the things you neglect to do and probably should have done. I believe we grow from new experiences, new sensations, and came to understand during my last weeks at university that nothing is ever how it seems. Perhaps life would be too dull if it were. The exams were over. Everyone was relieved and terrified. It feels as you wait for your
It’s all about skin if you want to look younger, feel healthier and stride into the new day like Alexander conquering the world. How’s it done? Sleeping with toned clean skin and a pure heart churning hot blood without a trace of alcohol, cigarette smoke or trans fats – ie: hamburgers, fries, butter, cakes, ice cream. No four-cheese pizza. No glass of vino or bottle of beer. As for sleep,
We came to a dark chamber where the candlelight cast long shadows on the walls. I could see a rack of paddles and canes, a table with whips coiled like black snakes. Chains with leather wrist straps hung from the walls. I ran my palms over my breasts. The blood beat in my nipples. My back was clammy and a dewy dampness clung to my thighs. I had been on
Teen Sex Survey Four out of ten schoolgirls in England have been forced to have sex against their will. Four in ten girls have texted sexually explicit images to boys, the majority pressured into doing so, a large percentage of those girls then going into a sexual relationship. Girls report not only coercion, but high levels of violence, rape and partners who control their activities and use of social media.
The bush is back. Regrown. Soft and kinky. Neatly trimmed. A magic carpet. Drop the lady razor in the garbage (recycling section), give the tweezers a rest and watch the garden grow. As one who has wavered between sleek Brazilian, hairy mammoth and scalped pre-pubescent, the return of those short and curlies comes as something of a relief in every way except one, perhaps: the bank account. Yes, the bush is
Guest Blog by Justin Robinson In relationships men have a pretty hard time of it nowadays, and so we should; we’ve ruled the roost unchallenged for millennia. Our prior governance, however, makes relationships no less challenging. When I say ‘men’, I actually mean ‘me.’ I have a hard time of it. Or rather, I and other men like me. So what do I mean by ‘men like me?’ I refer to the hopeless
Afternoon sex with the room turning amber in the lowering sun is like a gift from ancient gods. Like stolen time. Like discovering a new star. Forget the afternoon siesta, afternoon sex is life-affirming, it puts a sparkle in your eyes and prepares you for the night and life ahead. Afternoons can slip away doing nothing; dull, unremembered. You’ve finished the novel you were reading. You don’t want to send
Guest Blog by Bliss Lost Does art imitate life or does life imitate art? The best of art captures moments in life that we as humans failed to observe, or did see but failed to appreciate it for what it truly was and is. A place or a moment of Bliss, a beautiful moment, or indeed that defining moment in our lives that in many ways we prefer to forget.
Women cheat because it is in our genes, coded in the dark spirals of our prehistoric DNA. Neanderthal girls when they left the cave to gather wood thought nothing of lifting their furs for passing strangers. Casual sex was the only form of entertainment and provided potential escorts to help rear the children should their primary mate get devoured on a hunting trip by a wild beast. These free sexy
We think of habits as bad – smoking, the extra glass of wine, forgetting to reply to emails, calling Mother. But habits can also be good and good habits are the way to success – the athlete who trains every day, the A student burning the midnight oil, the best-selling author who crosses out every cliché and redundant adjective. In a TED broadcast, Matt Cutts describes how he started to
Multiple orgasm is a blessing granted only to women. Men get floppy and have to wait, while multiple orgasm is that rare gift that strikes suddenly and leaves girls feeling in touch with the beating heart of the universe. A multiple orgasm is like an internal earthquake that erupts in your vagina. It runs shivering and rippling up through your whole body, then down tingling in sensory explosions to your
Guest Blog by David Simon Strauss I have had only one bad experience with a young prostitute. Her name was Carlota. She was from Argentina, she said. I have a photograph in my phone. Nothing else. A young prostitute is in the happiness business. Prostitutes sell sex, yes. But they provide human warmth and comfort, an animal connection, a sort of love. A young prostitute wants to do a good job
A biography of Chloe Thurlow Part III by Elizabeth Woodham Sin takes many forms and Chloe has indulged most of them. Her lovers have been eclectic and interesting. I hope Tom holds her interest. I worry that her quest for respectability will lead to heartache – for him, at least, and maybe even her. And yet, when they come to dinner, they glow, wearing a mantel of impatience to leave,
A biography of Chloe Thurlow Part II by Elizabeth Woodham Chloe’s education began at an early age at the Kent convent where the nuns instructed all subjects and excelled in carnality. During term-time, Chloe practised her skills in seduction on the wimpled ladies and, during the holidays, she tried her newly awakened self on the various men her mother employed in the house and grounds of their Kent home. How
Unreliable Memoirs a biography of Chloe Thurlow Part I by Elizabeth Woodham She is a work of art – a work in progress – a wonder to behold. Chloe has a secret life. She conceals as much as she reveals in her novels and short stories. Is she Bella in The Secret Life of Girls?
The English vice is spanking. Why, exactly, is uncertain, but where the Angles lack the continental appetite for passion and amour, the English vice serves as a substitute for that messy, intimate act between the sheets. Englishmen – of a certain class – would rather be rowing or riding, playing cricket or wallowing in the mud of a rugby field, something sweaty, mindless and performed with other men. Englishwomen are