My name is Stephen, Steve to my friends this is my story; I am a Media Graphic Art student in my middle year at a Glasgow University, my grades in my first year were very good and my finals for my second year are just over three months away in June. I was brought up in the Scottish Borders near Kelso by my mother and father who are helping to fund my studi...
Part 01 should be read first. ***** Chapter 18 Martin tells his story I was born in the city of Sheffield. My mother died when I was quite young and my father brought me up single-handed with some help from a resident housekeeper in whom he had no sexual interest whatsoever. There was no shortage of money in the family, as my father had a highly paid job...
"But you don't have classes today, do you?" I was sitting in the dean's office, steeped in the Gothic architecture and trappings, including the imposing stain-glass window behind where he sat, of the older buildings on the Georgetown University campus. Georgetown was the premier Jesuit educational institution in the United States, sitting on the heights bes...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. *** I put my key in the front door lock, turned it and pushed the door open. I took one last deep breath and then walked inside. From the foyer, I saw Dad sitting on the couch with the television on. He was looking at me. It was obvious that he had turned to look into the foyer when he...
This is a story of fiction, any similarities to real people or events is merely coincidental. In British slang "to trump" means to expel gas through the anus often in a highly audible way. I guess there are other things that one can "trump" out of their ass. * When I got out of college, my aspirations were to be the best political candidate the nation wou...
My mother was a beautiful woman. Tall with shoulder length black hair and an hourglass figure. She had bright blue eyes and full lips that she always kept glossed in red lipstick, a large bust, flat stomach, curvy hips and a full bottom that had many men and women lusting after her. She conveyed an angry-dangerous sexuality. She and my father divorced when I...
Warning: I write love stories with graphic sex. The lovers may be of the same gender. So if love offends you, you'd best move on. MJL My first memory is of my father yelling, "Get out of my way you worthless piece of shit!" and backhanding me so hard I bounced off of the refrigerator door. I was three years old at the time. That's actually better than my se...
I was very horny when I woke up that Saturday morning and couldn't help but start playing with my swallow cock. John heard my moans from the kitchen and appeared at the doorway. After undressing, he climbed into bed with me, cuddling and kissing me as he ran his hands over my naked, warm body, tweaking my hard nipples before reaching down to my crotch where...
My therapist thought it would be a good idea for me write about what has happened, a journal or whatever. I guess I'll start at the beginning of summer. My junior year was finally over; I was ready for a summer of rest and relaxation before my senior year started. I was going to get to spend the summer with Josh, my nephew and best friend. We live six hours...
Jake was still tied to the swing enjoying the afterglow. Not really paying attention to what his father was doing he just laid there not really seeing anything. SLAP His father just slapped him. ON the ASS! "Mmmm." Jake moaned in protest. "Well look who has decided to join us from his afterglow." Jack said. Jake raising his head to look at his father w...