Chapter 3 – First Class “Ummm, Celeste?” Vicky said. “What?” “These uniforms ….” “Retro chic, I know, right?” Celeste said, her voice ringing with excitement. The girls were standing together in front of the full length mirror in the dressing room at the 100 Years of Civil Aviation attraction. They were both dressed in 1960’s stewardess uniforms: navy blue long sleeved mini-dresses with deep v-necks and lapels, gold braid...

Chapter 1 - Economy “Can I help you with anything, Sir?” Bob looked up with surprise from the shirt he was inspecting, probably the drabbest and most sack-shaped in the store. Wearing his close-work glasses, he was easy to sneak up to because everything beyond arm-length was a dim blur. Like a ship from a fog bank, the shop assistant drifted into his field of vision and coalesced as a solid shape. Bob sighed inwardly. Pre...

Seven and a half thousand metres! And yes, the seatbelt light is still on. Ah Bob, you’ve still got it! Bob had set himself a challenge: to calculate the maximum altitude of the plane he was on before it reached that altitude. And it was hard, too; not just a case of looking up the cruising altitude of the plane. This was a short hop flight from Sydney to Coffs Harbour, the airline wouldn’t waste fuel getting all the way...

We both climbed off Spike to let him up and Rupali and I undressed. “Okay, foreplay dummy, on the bench.” Ruplai lay on the yellow board, legs out straight and a big cheesy grin on her face. I climbed around the other side of the board and motioned Spike in so that we knelt either side of her pussy. Spike looked pretty focussed, so I snapped my fingers in front of his face. “This is for your benefit, you know,” I scolded....

This is a continuation of my previous stories: Ingenious Toys, and Dirty Talk.  ~~~ Spike went for a walk at about 4:30pm and came back half an hour later with a waterproof dilly-bag over his shoulder and a surfboard under each arm. One of the boards looked pretty normal but the other looked more like a ten foot long banana. It was huge, yellow, three times thicker than the other board and looked like it could float a sma...

This is a continuation of my previous story: Ingenious Toys.  The ‘Kombi’ of course was a VW Transporter, but not one of the 1960’s chartreuse microbuses you might be imagining. The only similarity that it bore to one of those countless hippie/surfer vans circling the country was an airbrush mural on the side; a surfer shooting through a pipeline and running his fingers through the wall of water that threatened to crash d...

And that brings us to Ike and Mike. A few weeks after theepisode with Earnest 2.0, I was just about to sneak back into the senior girls’ dorm after sex with Mr Gallows when he stopped me. “I have a present for you,” he smiled, holding out a wooden box about the size of a book. “Oooh, goody. Is it like your last present?” “Different,” he said, as if that answered my question. “Open it.” I opened the box. Inside, nestled in...

Last week was the final hot week of an Indian summer thatstretched all the way into April. The still, humid air made the school week hell, especially in the un-air-conditioned classrooms of the old wing. You go to a posh private boarding school and you’d think the expensive fees would stretch at least as far as air conditioning, but Mr Gallows (headmaster and … secret boyfriend?) has been trying to get the Trustees to fun...

Chapter 7 – Evelyn “Aleeeeeeeeex.” I looked around, startled from my contemplation of the idol by the voice, a female voice, whispering my name; soft, sweet and enticing. “Aleeeeeeeeex. Come to me.” Breathy and sexy, it seemed directionless; all I knew for sure was that it wasn’t any of the men around the table calling me; they couldn’t even hear it; they all remained absorbed in Johanssen’s narrative. He had closed out h...

Chapter 5 - Riley The months that followed were a misery for me; I loved Evan, and I was sure he loved me, but I couldn’t reconcile that against the secrecy of his God-damned club. There was something going on at that terrace in Potts Point, something sexual, I was sure, and I felt that Evan had in some way been cheating on me, all the while giving me the best sex I would ever experience. I felt jilted and wronged and com...

“It is the tale, not he who tells it”Stephen KingChapter 1 - Barrow In one of the secluded laneways off Macleay St in Potts Point, Sydney, sits a set of five handsome two-story Victorian brick terraces; each with a brass plaque beside the door identifying the surgeon or barrister who practices within. The westernmost of the group has no name on its plaque; just a relief impression of a woman in profile, not unlike the obv...

I feel like the spy who saved the world. The monumental improbability of the scheme that I pulled off this week will never be recognised, except by the two people closest to me in the venture, and in many ways, neither knows the entire story. To be sure, it is not as though I have gone completely unrewarded. Indeed, as I write, I can feel a tingle of excitement spreading through my loins at the memory of what I did … and...

With all the pieces now in place, it was just down to execution. If this went right, I could fulfill the sexual fantasies of two people in a single stroke. Maybe three, I wasn’t sure yet. But if it went wrong, I could ruin lives. The stakes were high, but the risks were low; I was confident of my players in this production, they just needed to play their part. (Spoiler: they did.) Saturday night was the night. It was usua...

It’s after midnight and I’m writing this by torchlight under the covers of my bed, holding an ice pack between my legs. I can’t stop thinking about what happened after school today; hopefully writing this down will let me clear my mind and get some sleep. If anyone is reading, I don’t expect you to believe it, but I swear every word is true. ~~~ I’m in my final year at a posh boarding school in Sydney. It’s pretty cool in...