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...
I have had both good and bad experiences in shared houses though mostly good. One of them we even had a bread making rota! The best shares have been with women and that includes some where no sex was involved. - With some exceptions the women I have shared with have been more in tune with my ideas of keeping a place clean and tidy. Sometimes I despair of my...
This is a slow burn (as many first-time stories are). It will take a while to "move through the gears", sexually, over a number of pages and chapters. It also spends time on background and character development. If that is not for you, give it a swerve, or get straight to the sexual parts. But, if you like a little back story, I hope you'll enjoy it. I'd kn...
As a long time hot wife fantasist, there was always one night a few years before we married that played on my mind. A few years into our marriage and around 6-7 years after that night, I found out what happened... Another Friday in work, the end of a long week of long hours. I had plans for the weekend to visit my home town. It's a 3 hour drive in traffic s...
I'm much like any other 18 year old girl you might meet – ex private school, uni fresher, Papa is paying the bills, and life is generally pretty cool. I'm not spoilt, but I have been brought up to appreciate the better things in life and in the main get what I want. Being pretty helps – Papa falls for the sweet eyelash fluttering routine every time. I've no...
What was also clear to me know more than ever was just how much I LET her rule my life. Anger, depression and hurt surged through me. I felt as if a knife had been stabbed through my heart all over again. It was time to put an end to this farce. Taking one last look at the pathetic reflection in the mirror, I decided that it was time that I finally did som...
I started working in a charity shop over summer in between my first and second year at uni. Mostly the people working there were retired and female. For the first week everything was pretty dull, i sorted donations mostly and collected from some people where people had passed away. By the end of the week I was using the till and it wasn't too bad. The next...
I was looking for a new place to live. My student digs had fallen through and Uni was starting back in a week, so I was getting desperate. Hunting for a new room was much harder than I'd anticipated: I'd seen three private lets already that evening, in different parts of the City, and they were either damp, falling apart or the size of a shoebox. I had one m...
The shop was rather tidy, considering the amount of business we had. Working an afternoon with Jess was always good. Busy or not, things got done, the place stayed clean and most importantly, Jess always had something to say. Considering we had periods of silence in the shop where absolutely nothing happened, having something to say is an important thing....
It was 1999 and I had left my home county of Kent in the south east of England, to go to Glasgow University a year before. I'd gone back home for a few weeks over the summer but Kent was even more boring now I was used to the bright lights and big city, not to mention the Scottish accents, so I'd headed back up north in order to look for a place to live and...