"Some chores are better completed together."
I washed the sheets today. I asked my husband if he would bring them up from the dryer. We could have taken out the other set, but who wants to struggle with folding the clean sheets anyway?With an armful of...
"Karl's wife's ongoing affair, which he does not know about, increases his opportunities for sex with his older neighbour."
Forty-nine-year-old Karl Davidson lay next to his wife Monica in bed on Saturday night, but this was different to any other Saturday night during their twenty-five years of marriage.The difference was that for the first time since well before they...
I've found myself an empty room, escaping the party sweat and Euro beat.A "tink, tink" teases the patio door. I find a pink-haired pixie, obviously naked under her gossamer gown."I'm a present for Jimmy!""Oh. Yeah. That's me." Answering her look,...
"Marie and Kieron are both anxious to get together again, so they do"
Forty-four-year-old Marie Thompson woke up on Friday morning and briefly wondered if it had really happened but she soon realised that yes, she had been fucked in the back of a car by eighteen-year-old Kieron Siddall. Another thing that she...
"Are love and sex an ill-matched pair?"
IIIÂ I had been in Australia for eight months and been living in St. Kilda for six. Being unattached and on the lookout for female company, one Saturday night I met Elizabeth. She arrived at the Austrian Ski Club at the...
"Are love and sex an ill-matched pair?"
IIn my last year with our group of young Socialists, we organised dancing lessons in my hometown in Austria. Most of us were in our late teens. I had attended dancing instructions a year earlier and felt confident that I...
"Poetry, Lust and Loosening Ties. Almost a true story."
The following day, Helen rang me at work. It was, of course, a few years before mobile phones and I had given her my phone number at University so that we could keep undiscovered in touch. She was in high...
"Poetry, Lust and Loosening Ties. Almost a true story."
Helen’s voice was calm, and under her tousled hair, there was a shy, almost inward-looking smile on her face. We had a shower, shampooed our hair. Then Helen just waited to be washed by me. As we caressed each other...
"Poetry, lust and loosening ties. Almost a true story."
While Helen was gone, I went to have a piss and quick wash. She came back with two mugs, placed them on the bedside tables and skipped into bed. She told me to behave and not to spill anything on...
