Foreword These stories are based in Australia and written in the idiom the characters would use. Some issues in language variations I anticipated and built translations into my narrative. Others have caught me by surprise especially in their intensity. Generally, the intended meaning will be clear from the context if you don't cling too tightly to your us...
Swat! Swat! Swat! I had my nineteen year old step daughter over my knees, her short tennis skirt lifted, and her white tennis panties dangling at her ankles. 'When I tell you I want you home at a certain hour, I want you home!' I continued to spank her firm buttocks, her long, tanned legs were to my right and her head and hands were touching the ground to my...
A Further Fictive Adventure of Swift Branchbaum, Efficacious Broadcastman. An old friend contacted me yesterday. He had figured out that I was the person writing here under the name ILienBagby. He told me that he would reveal my true identity to the world UNLESS I wrote more about a character I had briefly introduced in part 3b of my story, A Political Educ...
Alone in the big city, wishing to find a friendly face somewhere, Mandy took her curvy and quite slim body to the Featherstone Street Tennis Club. Next to shopping, tennis was her passion. A young man responded when she said, "Excuse me", dragging his lips off his companion's which certainly indicated they weren't brother and sister. Bozo or whatever his...
INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - Can there ever be a selfless good deed, or are all good deeds selfish in some say? Sean Kelly, an ordinary guy living in Melbourne, Australia might have some claim to the most selfless good deed apart from self-sacrifice. He agrees to take on his best friend Adam's fat, crazy, mooching, trainwreck of an older sister Zoe as a house...
When I was in high school, we lived on a quiet street in the suburbs called Mistletoe Lane. It was a cul-de-sac with about 15 houses, all of them occupied by white, yuppie families with multiple kids. Most of the wives were in their mid-thirties, and were very attractive. Most of their husbands were salesmen or corporate types who worked long hours and were...
As a tennis player John Tipton was a long shot from being a gifted athlete. He was, as they say, "small but slow." He was also a generation older than many of his competitors. And yet among the hundreds of amateur tennis players in his mid-sized Midwestern city, he was considered an excellent tennis partner in doubles tournaments and somehow he managed to wi...
"Game and match. Brad wins," the tennis coach said. I was panting. I was tired. And it took a lot of me to get to the centre of the court and wish Brad well for managing to join the tennis team and not me. "Better luck next time," Brad said. "Yeah, fifth time lucky," I replied and shook his hand. Fortunately, my hands had stopped sweating. I watched Bra...
Chapter One – Meet Cheryl Cheryl yawned, stretched, and moved her feet to the floor, rising out of bed on a bright and beautiful mid-July morning. The Florida sun shone brightly into her and her husband Chris's 2nd floor master bedroom on what promised to be still another hot summer day. Summer was Cheryl's favorite time of the year. The young blond simply...
Breathlessly, Serena Williams kissed her lover Laila Ali after a night of passionate lovemaking. Laila Ali looked into the eyes of Serena Williams, on top of whom she lay. Gently she caressed Serena's soft, firm breasts. Serena positively purred. Hot damn. This woman was seriously good in bed. What a pair they made. The world's number one female tennis playe...