Category: Story

  • Misplaced Gifts

    Misplaced Gifts

    “It’s the thought that counts” Thirty-five dollars and sixty cents. The price of a turkey, some sweet potatoes, and cranberry sauce. Laura knew that she could pay that, but not much more. The credit card was close to the maximum, and there needed to be gas money and money to last until the new year.…

  • Kelly: I Watch My Husband And Daughter Have Sex

    Kelly: I Watch My Husband And Daughter Have Sex

    “and I think about sex I’ve had…” I stood in Kelly’s bedroom doorway and watched my daughter suck my husband’s cock. Kelly was kneeling on her bed next to her father, who lay flat on his back. He was completely naked and Kelly was naked except for a pair of white panties. She leaned over…

  • Kelly Joins Her Mom And Dad And Another Guy

    Kelly Joins Her Mom And Dad And Another Guy

    “Greg and I invite a sex friend to our house and daughter Kelly gets involved.” My husband, Greg, and I invited Brandon to our house for the first time in the three years we’d known him. We’d had sex with him eight times, I think, and now that our daughter, Kelly, had had sex with…

  • Kelly The Day After Her Dad Fucked Her

    Kelly The Day After Her Dad Fucked Her

    “My daughter wants to borrow a vibrator and more than that happens” My daughter’s fingers slid down my back to the towel covering my butt, then smoothed their way back to my neck. Kelly was giving me a massage for my birthday and it had been very pleasant so far. I felt another squirt of…

  • Kelly: What Happened Next

    Kelly: What Happened Next

    “My daughter gives me a massage, but her dad does most of it. And her.” My daughter’s fingers slid down my back to the towel covering my butt, then smoothed their way back to my neck. Kelly was giving me a massage for my birthday and it had been very pleasant so far. I felt…

  • Kelly: My Husband Gets A Hand Job From My Daughter

    Kelly: My Husband Gets A Hand Job From My Daughter

    My husband, Greg, was masturbating. We still had sex often, maybe three times a week and always on Sunday morning. But it seemed to me that he masturbated most of the days we didn’t have sex and maybe even some of the days we did. I didn’t think he was especially unusual. Guys masturbate a…

  • Girlfriend’s Mom

    Girlfriend’s Mom

    The instant our lips met, something felt special, even if it was just an accident.  Her lips felt like a perfect match to mine.  While I did enjoy kissing my girlfriend, her mom’s lips felt extra special. My girlfriend’s dad was out of town for a week. I thought it would be nice for me…

  • The Message on My Old Phone That Made Me Remember the One Person I Never Truly Forgot

    The Message on My Old Phone That Made Me Remember the One Person I Never Truly Forgot

    There are memories you think you’ve buried so deep that nothing could ever unearth them again. Years pass, routines settle in, life reshapes itself around new people, new priorities, new versions of who you are. And then something small — something almost laughably insignificant — pulls at a loose thread, and suddenly the past spills…

  • The Stranger on the Train Who Spoke to Me Like They Already Knew My Life

    The Stranger on the Train Who Spoke to Me Like They Already Knew My Life

    I’ve always believed trains are some of the loneliest places in the world. People sit inches apart, close enough to feel each other’s breath, yet emotionally farther than planets drifting through space. Everyone hides behind headphones, screens, books — anything to avoid acknowledging the fact that they are sharing a temporary world with strangers. I…