I was attending a family gathering last year to celebrate my grandmother’s 90th birthday in her big Victorian house. During the course of the day, I saw my uncle John go down to the basement. I didn’t think anything of it until I saw Becky open the door and go down a few minutes. Becky
On Friday, Valentine’s Day, I went out with Tommy. I felt bad about Daddy, home alone. The last woman he’d slept with that I know of (besides me), was Mrs. Trefethen, who was married anyway. He said it didn’t matter, that Valentine’s didn’t mean anything to him, but I think he was just encouraging me
Christ was my life a mess, there I was, forty years old, my wife had buggered off with my best friend and his wife blamed me for it. My Company had made me redundant and though the redundancy money was more than generous it did not make up for over twenty years of loyalty that
Norma Adams never wanted to cheat, and certainly never would have cheated with her husband’s father, who everyone called Gramps Adams, but the man gave her no choice. Rape might be the correct definition of what happened, but uncontested rape in Adams eyes is simply fucking, and a wife can’t charge her husband’s father or
Polly and I have had a good marriage for four years now, although lately she’s been hinting about starting a family. Oh, I want one as well, but I think we must be sure we can afford one. I’m making a decent salary at this stage, but we just bought a house and I’m not
It was a happy homecoming party. Steve had returned home after four years of traveling the less explored parts of the world. As a talented writer and photographer, he’d paid expenses by doing articles for magazines and other publications. He’d become a bit of a local celebrity. Plus, it was his twenty fifth birthday. He
I opened my eyes and sighed. The dream was going so well: I had money, power, and most of all, a loving boyfriend. At 19 years of age without having had any sort of lover, I have come to feel a little… undesired. All of my friends have had some sort of relationship with guys.
My sister Jennifer blindfolded me and drove me somewhere. In all our years of fucking, we surprise each other constantly. We went into a house, I think, and someone put a hood over my head to replace the blindfold. Then I was led downstairs and my hands were cuffed in leather restraints and my arms
Growing up and living in a neighborhood where yards had no boundaries was amazing. When we were teens we’d all play together and run around. There were two pools that seemed more like a gathering place for neighbors and friends rather than the owners’ personal leisure spot. There was never a moment in the day
You know what they say, everything happens for a reason, and that night was no exception. It was the evening of Katy Perry’s wedding in Los Angeles, which I had attended with my famous step-sister Demi Lovato. By the time we arrived home we were both pretty buzzed, both of us laughing hysterically as our
“Oh goody!” Jeanne squealed. Her husband had just announced she was invited back to deer camp this year. She had a hot flash remembering the wonderful time she’d had last time. One of the older wives that had done the camp for years had moved away and all the guys had pressured her husband to
Don was quite small the first time he put on his older sister’s pink silk panties but he liked it. He was quite upset the first time his sister and her girlfriend caught him wearing these panties. “What on earth are you wearing,” Jane said as she and Judy walked into the room. They stood
My girlfriend shared her fantasy with me, and it was one I wanted to see, too. She wanted to take the virginity of my twenty-year-old son, Rudy. I was right there watching as my well-built and well-hung son went from boyhood to manhood at the hands of my own hot lover. One of the most
“Now you see that? You see how she swallows him all the way down to the balls and milks the shaft with her lips? That’s the way I want to see you this afternoon baby. I want to see you with a face full of dick and a happy cocksucker’s smile on your puckered pouty
Jamie checked the mailbox, pulling the small bundle of letters, magazines, and a couple large envelopes from the box. He heard his sister yell from the upstairs window, “Hey, squirt, get in here!” Jamie sighed. His big sister, Suzie, had always been a bit of a bully, but ever since his mother died last year,