Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** My mother passed away a few weeks ago. Being the eldest, most of the responsibilities fell to me, and I did my best to manage everything. My brother and I had agreed the family home should be sold and we would split the profits. Again though, as the oldest, I somehow ended up bein...
The lights went out. Mark looked about, rubbing his eyes. The office was empty, the cubicles abandoned for the night. He checked the time. 10:30. Josie would be angry. He hadn't called to tell her he would be home late. Mark sighed. Home. He didn't want to go home. Things with Josie were strained these days. He stayed late at the office almost every day, s...
I'd seen him several times before, at Gerald's house and at literary do's. Networking, circulating. I'd even spoken to him a couple of times, when we had both been standing about in the same group talking business. He was a nice looking, rather sweet guy. He had always had a certain appeal about him, but I hadn't been looking for appeal then. I had deliberat...
Another entry in the Cumslut Diary. I just got an email from the first guy that I met at the Hyatt. He said the salesmen said I was a keeper. He told me he saw the video and that they were going to show it at their weekend poker game. I'm getting a sinking feeling. He said that the maintenance techs were going to be in Savannah on Monday and that he would...
I didn't know how he'd managed to get me into a pity fuck. I had tried to let him down easy, working toward that for a couple of weeks, nearly as long as our fling had been going on. I didn't think it was my fault that the daddy he'd been two timing left him when he found out. I hadn't known Timothy was in a partnership when we started up our arrangement. I...
A half a year ago I was going through one of those stages in my marriage where my wife and I had been really distant and just not involved with each other in general. We were nice to each other and took care of all our responsibilities together but the chemistry was gone and there was no romance or intimacy. I guess it didn't help that I was preoccupied wi...
It was Giorgio's own fault. Really. Sandy and I were quite happy to do our part. But if Giorgio hadn't been such a snotty little bitch, we would have never done him that way. For three glorious years Sandy and I had thought we'd found paradise on the Mediterranean island of Malta. We'd managed to live well on his stipend from the British Royal Navy and were...
It was the summer after my my final year of high school when my friend Tom invited me to his place for the weekend. There was a concert on at the park down the street from his place, and I didn't have a car to get home afterward, so he suggested that we make a night of it. I wasn't much of a drinker at the time, but we managed to get a case of beer, I think...
I was a naïve first year English University student back in 1973 who'd been put in bondage and disciplined by an older, ex-cop fellow student. It turned into a regular Friday evening date, with Bill greeting me each time in his white tropical police uniform, cuffing my wrists and leading me upstairs to the back bedroom where my discipline fantasies came tr...
Piercing, dark-colored eyes; eyes that can see straight into the soul and beyond. That was what struck me about him the most when I first caught sight of him at my college. Then, he'd been surrounded by love-struck girls (no doubt mooning over him) and a couple of rich boys. I'd always liked the feel of soft, curvy women turning to putty in my expert hands,...