It was 105 in the shade in the small Australian outback town. Saturday night, and the pub was throbbing. Beer flowed like a river. Ted was thick-set and covered in hair like a yeti. Inebriated, he was wobbly on his feet. His clothes long discarded. "Bet none of you can do this,” he slurred as he lit up his chest. It spread upwards like a forest fire up a mountain. But it also went downwards! The quick-thinking barmaid gra...

It had been a crazy few months at work, and my daughter Kylie had finally talked me into taking two weeks' leave so we could spend some time together. Earlier in the year, on my birthday, she had given me a membership to ‘Tranquillity’, an exclusive, up-market women's fitness and wellness club. Kylie had booked a joint massage session for us. I was keenly waiting outside Tranquillity for her to arrive. It would be my firs...

At the back of my home, there is a creek overgrown with trees and shrubs that few people visit. It’s a place where I can walk my dog every morning without disturbing anyone with ‘Wag’ off his leash. The rough trail runs along the rear wooden fence of properties that slope back toward the creek. Although the fences are tall, the steep hill lets me see into most of the backyards. This morning was the start of summer, with b...

Though we both parked our cars in the same spot all last season and stood close together at the footy game every week, it was only last week that Colin gathered the courage to approach me. I hadn’t noticed before, but it was a very secluded place with a large factory wall behind us. For some reason, no one else parked near this spot. All the other parents were at the other end of the field. No one would notice us as we me...

I was on a shopping spree to buy lingerie for the benefit of my husband, hoping to spice up our sex life. I left home feeling particularly wanton and wicked, so much so that I had not worn any bra or underwear. I had just had an earth-shattering encounter with a woman at a café, leaving me feeling on top of the world. I passed a dead-end lane I hadn’t noticed before on previous shopping trips. I was drawn to the windows a...

Jan, my old friend from my college days, had come to stay with us for a week. My twenty-two-year-old daughter, Kylie, looks forward to these annual visits from her honorary aunt. We only have two bedrooms, so Jan sleeps with me during her visits. It was Jan's first night with us, and we were enjoying a home-cooked dinner in celebration. Also joining us was Kylie's new boyfriend, Mike. It was his first overnight stay. The...

It was a typical junior kids’ footy match with parents cheering on their kids from the boundary fence, their cars parked behind them. My son was playing particularly well today as I watched from the side. It was my usual ‘Saturday morning’ ritual in the small town where I lived. His dad was often away on business over the weekend. “Yes, yet again!” I sighed out loudly, totally frustrated. Everything seemed to fall on my s...

My daughter Kylie and I could almost be twins. People sometimes mistook us for each other. Most of the time, we felt like best friends! Perhaps this stems from having her at such a young age and raising her on my own. I am so proud of my daughter. She was completing a course in media and film production. My daughter and I are close, and she often confides in me. This morning, we discussed her past boyfriends, during which...

…. Holly The warmth of the ‘Melting Moments’ café wrapped around me as I waited to meet my online friend for the first time. Would he become my boyfriend? Sighing wistfully, hopefully, I thought he would. The sweet scent of coffee and hot, buttery croissants lingered in the air, making my mouth water. I had travelled up by train the previous day. I chose the train because I knew that if I drove, I would lose my nerve and...

Over the last year, my daughter, Kylie, has managed to do what I never expected: to surprise me. My sex life had turned a corner now that Kyle was at college; gone were the pressures of bringing her up on my own. However, I wondered what my quiet, shy girl had morphed into? Kylie was doing a media and film production course. I was so proud. My friends tell me she is a carbon copy of me. I was only fifteen years older than...

I did not think my daughter could surprise me anymore. How wrong I was. I had my daughter, Kylie, at a very young age, and like all single mums, it made life even more difficult, particularly on my sex life. The upside was that, being so young, I could relate to her easily, and we remained close as she grew. Until recently, that is, when she caught me using her dildo. This had been the centre of trust issues we had been r...

I did not think my daughter could surprise me anymore. How wrong I was. I had my daughter, Kylie, at a very young age, and being a single mum made life even harder, particularly on my sex life. The upside was that, being so young, I could relate to her easily, and we remained close as she grew. The early teenage years were strained, but now that she was in her last year, I felt we had come out the other side. She was betw...

I was on my way to an exclusive deserted tropical island, a 24-hour holiday stay I had won in a raffle some months previously. It was about an hour’s trip from the larger main island where I had been staying. The sun had just risen. I waved the water taxi goodbye while walking up the beach towards a small shack. Thick tropical jungle extended towards the heart of the island. Once inside, I opened the fridge looking for br...

My partner had not been paying much attention to me lately. We had a dinner planned for the following night. A shopping day was what I needed to help spice it up. This morning, I had woken in a wicked mood. I had decided to go shopping without any panties or a bra. Despite my age, my body was still curvy and firm. Judging by the sideways looks from both men and women as I walked down the street, I still wobbled in all the...

The moaning from the cabin next to mine on board the yacht ‘Susanna’ was getting louder. The skipper and cook had been at it for an hour now. The dual moaning was climbing in pitch and coming increasingly in unison as I lay naked, belly up, imagining every wet thrust. My voyage had begun earlier that afternoon at a Jamaican dock in the sweltering heat of the tropics. “Hello,” I said to the back of the shirtless man on the...