My father and I live at 1211 8th Street. It's a beautiful old house. My father, Bill, inherited it when my grandfather passed away. It has two bathrooms and six bedrooms. But with just my father and I, obviously we don't need all that room, so we rent out three of the rooms. I'm 19 years old, and I've had a very....well, distressing dating life. That is, un...
It's strange, but I was happy to get back to work on Monday. After a life disruption like I'd been through, the return of routine was welcome. I parked very close to where I'd been stabbed. Heading towards the elevator, I paused and looked over at the stairwell where it happened. I shuddered and walked on, wondering if I'd ever be able to go into work agai...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. *** I moved to Atlanta last year. The city's population is diverse, and Atlanta is just a great fun city overall. I was around 27 at the time and had started working at a prominent law firm as an attorney. I lived in a nice expensive 3 bedroom apartment that I shared with my friend Kare...
I couldn't help notice my neighbor when we were setting up our stalls. For one thing, hers was right next to mine. For another, her compact, curvy frame moved with efficient grace as she set her paintings out for display. The big thing, though, was her cropped hair - an elegant cap the color of burnished steel. That, plus a face full of laugh lines (and a fe...
Jon Bungle's mom called and asked would he return home to live for the next month while his dad was away in Europe on tour as a guest lecturer on the art gallery circuit. "Mom no, I've comfortable in this apartment with two really nice guys." Matilda slipped into aggressive mode. "Did I think about my own comfort first after deciding to get pregnant again...
3 years ago, when I was 56, I was posted to a job in the NSW country town of Dubbo, for 3 months. I enjoy my country postings. I receive a generous allowance that pays for accommodation and meals and if I get to keep what's left over. I was also looking forward to this posting because it gave me a chance to catch up with a friend from my teens and twenties...
It was going to be a long day, as Saturdays usually were. The weather was beautiful outside, which made me all the more bitter for being stuck at work. Library patrons always seemed more demanding on Saturday afternoons and doubly so on nice ones. They'd simply wave and beckon on me to attend to their needs. A dude has a to have a pretty strong stomach to de...
Chapter 52 -- Japanese Lunch As reported the last time, Nguyet's mother had asked Nguyet and me to film one of our sensual afternoons, so that she could watch her daughter and me having sex at her convenience and stop being on our heels to spy on us. Little by little, I also found out that Nguyet's mother had been eavesdropping the last several times alrea...
Hello. This may sound strange, maybe even a bit false but I swear it's true, I am carrying a lot of guilt. Every so often it plays on my mind. So, through you, the readers, I intend to unburden myself. You see, for years, well more or less since my divorce, well lets put it this way, over the past four years I've become steadily attracted to my son-in-law, G...
My wife Mandy and I spent a two-week holiday in the south of France in September last year. We stayed in the naturist section of Cap d'Agde which attracts swingers from all over Europe. We weren't swingers before we went there but, with so many opportunities for exhibitionism, for sharing partners, and for having multiple partners, we found it too hard to re...