The next morning I’d forgotten that my little brother Tristan had found out my secret and was using it to blackmail me. That was until I picked up my phone and read the text message he’d sent me last night after I’d fallen asleep.[Erin, my alarm isn’t working. Since you’re my slave now wake me
First, to set the stage…I am 39 years old, 5’10”, 150 lbs., considered nice looking with a body that is decent, but certainly not buffed. I’ve been married twelve years, and while many aspects of our marriage are great, sexuality is not one of them. My wife Amy is extremely religious, conservative, and utterly lacking
As I have written, previously, I am kinky. I have always had this sleepy fetish, and I’m incestuous…my sister turns me on. In fact, we’re fucking! I am also a suppressed bisexual…I avoided for a long time admitting that I get turned on playing out sleepy scenarios with guys as well as girls. And furthermore
What an amazing night, John thought to himself as he lay in bed between mother and daughter. He couldn’t sleep and he let his eyes wander over the sexy bodies of Mary and Mary Beth. Just scanning his eyes over their sexy figures made him hard again and he thought about a second go with
Spiritual Matchmaker for a Mother and SonAuthor’s note:Note: There is no one under 18 in this story.Hearing the door to the garage close, I knew my mother, Emily, had arrived home. That, along with her angelic voice singing, “Wow! Something smells good, what’s you got cooking? The aroma’s so rich, my taste buds are looking.”A
See Traveling to Alaska in Erotic Couples for part 1. Traveling to Alaska Part 2 in NonConsent/Reluctance for more to the story.*******I found my rental and drove the well-known route to my old childhood home where mother was staying. Dad had moved out but I didn’t know where for sure. I unlocked the front door
“Okay,” James replied.The Genie nodded eagerly, poised to fulfill wish number four.”There was an incident involving a Mentalist called Milo the Magnificent,” James began. The Genie blinked and chuckled.”Oh, wait, you’re serious?””Yes,” James confirmed.”Oh…”James proceeded to inquire of the Genie, “Can you demonstrate, without using a wish, whether Milo the Magnificent’s actions truly worked and
Author’s NoteThis story contains themes of incest. It is loosely based on events I experienced in the 1980s – things which I continue to benefit from today [and probably explains my sexually twisted nature]. Naturally, the names and some of the circumstances have been changed or altered for the sake of creativity and a sense
You walk into your quiet house after a long day at school. “Hello? Anyone home?” you call out, your voice echoing through the empty house. No response. Your heart races as you realize you’re alone, and your mind starts to wander towards your stepsister, Jenny. The two of you are both seniors at the same
Author’s note: This story takes place immediately after the first installment of “My Sweet and Neglected Grandmother.” So, if you haven’t read the first part. I’d recommend you doing so first.I picked my phone to look at the time. It read 9:37 am. I woke up at 9, I had been staring at the ceiling
Disclaimer: All characters engaging in active sexual activity are at least 18 years of age. Reviews and constructive criticisms welcome; flames and critiques of no substance will be snickered at and deleted. Enjoy!Author’s Note: This is a slow-burn story. Buckle in for a long ride if you intend to read.***Chapter IV- Down The Rabbit Hole”Truth
This was the third day Scott Andrews would be spending with his aunt. The ride over to her house was excruciatingly long, and terribly tense for Scott. The casts on his arms were causing his skin to become rather itchy, but more importantly, because his aunt had become a sexual dynamo, his penis was constantly
In a small principality, a controversial decree ripples through the palace corridors. The prince’s unique fetish for sexy female feet has sparked both intrigue and consternation among the female workers. The unexpected directive that requires all women workers to beautify their feet and move barefoot within the palace has created a palpable tension in the
I had expected to be at the end of this series by now, but I just decided to go with it. I would suggest reading the other 3 parts, 1. I’m Not Sleeping, 2. Uncomfortably Numb, and 3. Wish You Were Here, before proceeding.The usual confirmation that all engaging in sexual exploits are over 18
Disclaimer: All characters engaging in active sexual activity are at least 18 years of age. Reviews and constructive criticisms welcome; flames and critiques of no substance will be snickered at and deleted. Enjoy!Author’s Note: This is a slow-burn story. Buckle in for a long ride if you intend to read.***Well, that Friday night sucked.My mom
Tamara knew her mother went out to hang out with friends all day, so she chose a very slutty clothing. The fabric hugs her curves in all the right places. It is a deep red top with a plunging neckline that shows off her ample cleavage. The short skirt barely covers her bottom, with slits
Saturday night and I had to be at home with Bratface again! I was pissed off! Jesus H Christ! One would think that at eighteen she was old enough to be left on her own! My buddy Jamie was throwing a party and there was going to be booze, and probably some grass, and dozens
I love my wife. She is hot and has a sexy ass. We fuck often and she goes down on me all the time. There is really nothing to complain about my sex life. But there was something missing.It was my sister-in-law. She was this hot, crazy kid who was 18 when I married my
The wedding ceremony was a complete blur for twenty-two-year-old Charlotte Reynolds. She said her vows purely from memory and practice, including the part about honouring and obeying that her groom’s very traditional parents had insisted upon.All she could think was, he’s here!Her twin brother Charles whom she hadn’t seen in the flesh for four whole
I was almost finished, just ahead of my eleven PM deadline. I ignored the text message while simultaneously wondering who’d text me this late. I hit send. Now about that text.”Did you get the Email? Call me!!!!!!!!”Bonnie. My sister, one year younger and a little on the dramatic side. I had been isolating myself from