An Anglo-Australian talking about "football" usually means Australian Rules football. Historically in Australia soccer was viewed as a game for middle-European immigrants, sometimes derisively nicknamed "wogball", although it's gradually become more mainstream. * The day after I got back from Sydney, Peter called everybody in the office together for an imp...
Note: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance of any characters to any persons, real or fictitious, is purely coincidental and unintentional. Note 2: This work includes themes of a graphic sexual nature and involves person who, although entirely fictional, are all above the legal age of consent. This story is set in the slightly historical, but prima...
THE WOMAN ACROSS THE ROAD Seeing as many of us are quarantined, (including myself) I've been able to sit at home and write to my heart's content. I hope you are all doing well and getting by as best you can, and without further do let's get on with the story. This one is set in Melbourne in the present day and the character Stella who is mentioned is the sa...
Please note, all characters and events depicted are fictitious. All rights reserved. This is a longer story, with some build up. Comments welcomed, indeed encouraged. I'd like to think my writing is improving -- I hope you agree. The usual disclaimers about copyright, age appropriateness and state laws apply. * Samantha Jones plopped herself down on the...
Babysitter, nanny, friend ... By Sandy Paris The babysitter grows up and finds new roles. There will a long lead-in before there is any sexual activity, so if that is what you're after, look elsewhere. It's a long story, stick with it. All characters are fictitious and over eighteen when involved in anything sexual, which is all consensual. Any rese...
This story deals with themes of reluctance and coercion in a lesbian setting. If you think you might be offended please find yourself another story. * Chapter 1 I was naked and terrified. I could move nothing but my eyes and could see little except the blankness of a white ceiling. I tried to call out but I had no voice. I desperately tried to gather m...