The Horny Tenant

A little more than a few dollars on the side

After a few years of marriage the romance had faded and with two young children, my wife was only working part-time. This was stretching the finances, so we decided to rent out a room to make a few bucks. Being well out of the city however, demand was low and we had very few enquiries, and had started to think all the work in painting and styling the guest room was in vain.

We had just started thinking about alternative sources of income when Melanie popped up. She was a  first year student up from Melbourne and had family in the area, but wanted her independence. Shapely and pretty, I was sure my wife would be dead against having such a girl in the house, but as there were few times I'd be alone in the house with the tenant, she went along with it and Melanie moved in.

It was soon clear why she needed some space from the family - she was bringing home a new guy every weekend!

The Joy of Nepotism

A sexually amoral babe made me rich.

The luxury car dealership I managed was owned by a rich Chinese guy who lived in Beijing and trusted the local board and I to perform and bank lots of money for him which we did, so he largely left us alone. While Chinese businessmen are very inclined to employ their fellow countrymen, they consider making a buck is more important, and selling high-end vehicles needed a balance of Aussie and Chinese sales staff. So one day he advised that his 'niece' was coming to work in Australia for a year, and I should find her something to do. 

It was quickly clear that Li Na was strikingly beautiful, but even at age 22, was totally clueless - she had no computer skills, no knowledge nor interest in cars, and had no education after leaving high school early to care for her ailing mother who had now passed away. Her English was passable, but conversations were often laborious while she felt around for the correct word. It soon became apparent however she could help close a deal in her own unique way, and make me tonnes of sales commissions in the process.

The Naughty Thrill Seeker

A risk-taker pushes the boundaries of decorum

My marriage had ended but we were still fighting over who would leave the house, so we were stuck together, with our two young children. While my wife had snaffled the master bedroom upstairs and kept an eye on the elder child at night, I slept in the guest room downstairs, next to the younger child. I kept my sexual frustrations at bay with frequent visits to massage parlours when I was travelling around for work, but only about 1 in 10 girls would offer FS, and what I really craved was taking a petite young thing doggy style and rooting her slowly, enjoying it at my leisure. 

I struck up a few conversations on Tinder, but the issue of hosting was always the deal-breaker - invariably I was matching with horny disaffected wives cheating on their husbands, needing a man who could host them during the day, or at night when he was out. As my wife's movements were unpredictable, I did not want the shit fight that would arise if she came home and found me shagging somebody, even though we were irreparably separated. One night however, it all got funky.

The sexy Neighbour

A shapely babe needed help with some woodwork

I had a reputation in the neighbourhood as a handyman, my garage door was often open revealing me making plentiful sawdust with various power tools, and occasionally people would drop in with a request to trim timbers to a certain width on the saw table, or to put a nice edge on a decorative piece of timber using the router. 

One cold Saturday afternoon, a lovely girl knocked on the door and asked if I could help her. She explained that she had just started renting a granny flat around the corner, having broken up with her boyfriend, and the landlord had dobbed me in as probably having the tools she needed to repair a photo frame. 

The frame was her elderly grandfather's, and the soft dowels had long rotted away leaving just the four pieces of beautiful hardware timber. She needed some help to restore it, but had no idea how to go about it.

The Sexually Awaken Traveller

A pretty girl in distress discovers her inner slut

WeChat had become a regular source of pickups when I was in the city; there were often attractive girls from China on holiday looking for a short-term Aussie boyfriend to practice their English with, and to spread their legs far away from the scrutiny of their conservative parents back in China. A little mandarin placed on my profile and I looked like a man of the world!

Ming was like the others, a conservative photo taken on The Great Wall of China not giving any hints as whether she was up for fun or not. I sent her a 'hey pretty girl' message and got no reply for a few days, and had actually forgotten about her when a simple "hi" response came back.

The Discrete Masseuse - LiLi

An erotic interview with a Chinese masseuse working in fear of disclosure.

LiLi is a 24 year old Chinese masseuse managing to keep her job a secret from her family.

Interviewer: Thanks for talking to us LiLi. Is your name like Lilly or LeeLee?
LiLi: Thanks for asking. I prefer like LeeLee.

I: Tell us about how you got started in massage.
L: I had an Aussie boyfriend who was cheating on me at massage parlours, I found out because a girl I knew who worked there had seen him a few times. I had no knowledge of them before that, and I talked to her about it and it sounded exciting, and a good way to have some private revenge against him. So for a few months, I was still seeing him while I was jerking off multiple men behind his back. It felt good to do that, but after a while I decided I didn't want a boyfriend any more, I had hundreds!

The Horny Masseuse - Candy Part 1

An erotic interview with a Chinese masseuse juggling studies and a job she loves.

Candy is a 22 year old Chinese girl who adores her job as a masseuse, but constantly fears one of her fellow students discovering her secret profession. On one hand she looks forward to graduating in Economics and gaining professional employment, but she knows she will miss the excitement of having an alter-ego as a popular masseuse.

Interviewer: How did you start in massage?
Candy: I was in need of an income so I looked through jobs section of The Daily Telegraph and the colour of the adult services section stood out. It was never something I had even thought about, but suddenly the thought of taking my clothes off and wanking off guys got me wet. I did some internet searching and found a shop in the city, away from the campus. It had a nice web page, I had an interview, and I started the next day.

The Cousin

A trip OS to meet the family becomes deliciously incestuous.

I first met my cousin Gwyn when I travelled through The Republic of Ireland after finishing university in 2002. When I say cousin, I don't mean first cousin, but some more distant connection - we shared a great grandparent, or perhaps great great. In any case, it was my grandfather who emigrated from Galway to Australia in the 1920s. His brother visited in the 1970s, keeping the connection between the families intact, so that when the first antipodean, me, was looking for adventure, the distant extended family welcomed me with open arms. They lived in a quiet village a few km out of town, a wonderful place to stay and enjoy being away from big cities.

In 2002, Gwyn was pregnant with her second child, taking leave from her senior role in an accounting practice. Her diplomat husband Iain was climbing the career ladder in Whitechapel with the British Government, and with their eldest son just 3, they had the classic nuclear family underway. We became very close friends over the course of my gap year travelling around the regions, and kept in touch by regular email upon my return.

Fast forward 8 years when I visited again and things seemed much the same, except that Iain was frequently away on the continent attending meetings in Brussels, regularly leaving Gwyn alone with the kids on Sunday night, returning late Friday night. They were then a very family tight unit over the weekend, with football and ballet lessons in between dinner parties.

Gwyn had always been very sexually active as a young single, and the absence of her husband during the week had gradually led to to a nasty habit of picking up randoms on nights out with the girls - generally targeting travelling businessmen with a hotel room available. It was an open secret amongst her close friends that she led an active, if promiscuous, sex life, and her husband, probably fucking a string of pretty interns while away on the continent, had no idea his wife was banging strangers just as often. I had no idea of course that my much loved cousin was the village slut.

The Niece

Sometimes it's hard to choose between experience and youth.

I was thrilled when an Asian massage clinic opened up in the small cluster of shops where we rented an upstairs office for our small IT company.

My two colleagues Matt and Rob were equally as depraved as I was, but while they were drawn to the constant procession of new pretty young things, I was fascinated by the elusive, even aloof, more mature-age manager Iris. Over time I found that she was from Malaysia, was divorced and single, but additional information was hard to extract. I often asked her for a massage, but her polite response was always, "Darling, you know I'm retired, these girls also have big boobs, they look after you". And they did, but it was usually Iris I was thinking of when one of her eager girls was stroking me to a climax. Such a tease, she made no attempt to disguise her stunning figure in a tight clinical uniform, much like a nurse. I suspect this was to give the place an air of respectability as 'the council' was a constant threat of impediment to the rivers of gold to be eased from the pockets of horny men.

The Coy Classmate

The tutor gets a lesson he won't forget!

My post-grad business studies were pretty non-eventful socially. Unlike the relaxed times of being an undergrad with parties, the uni bar and weekend ski trips, this was mature age students with families, demanding jobs and no time to play. My Financial Management class however was a bit different.

As an elective, it was a 101 class for people with no financial background, so it tended to have the younger members of the class like me, unencumbered by kids and 70 hour a week jobs. There I met Angela in a coffee break. She had Greek parents which explained her olive skin and buxom hour-glass shape. Despite her working in accounting, she confessed she was really struggling with the concepts of net present values and internal rates of return. Despite my science background, to me it was just maths, and I found her seeking me out each lecture so I could help her with the in-class exercises. I suggested she come over one afternoon to study together and she readily agreed.

The Amorous Hitchhiker

A family holiday to Fiji provided an out-of-the-blue dalliance with a traveller.