They met at the athletics meet. Both were dressed revealingly. His vest emphasized his biceps. Hers bared her stomach. Both wore high, tight shorts. Each admired the other's muscular legs. Her sex drive overcame her anxiety about not knowing him well, which vanished when his penis entered her vagina. He took his time. They exchanged smiles as he thrust gently inside her. Forty minutes later, he was fucking her vigorously,...

"What do we do first?" Bren asked. "I don't know," Edward said. "I've never done this before." "Me either," she answered. "Should we just take our clothes off?" Bren had been his next-door neighbor literally forever. She was born a week before him. Their families were next-door neighbors and their mothers were best friends. A little over eighteen years ago, they had met while still in diapers, barely days old. So it proba...

Summer had finally arrived on the west coast, and I had planned the ultimate combo of my interests, boat trip, fishing, and diapers. I got up early, changed my night diaper, and showered quickly. Then I put on a new diaper brief, and since I expected a long day, I added a booster pad. It was more than I was comfortable wearing in public - but I reckoned I didn't meet many people on the way. I had relaxed-fit shorts and a...

The morning sunlight poured in through the window. The room was silent, apart from Cheesecake running around in his cage. Next to me, Morgan soundly slept, hogging all of the sheets as usual. I exhaled sharply, looking at the ceiling, and grabbed my phone, rereading the last few messages Taylor sent me. I think im going to go to bed, but this was amazing. Goodnight Seriously, I dont think i ever came that hard in my entir...

Another address. Another slice of suburban life beyond the doorbell. Border hedges. F-Type parked in the sweeping driveway to the stone steps on which I'd placed the shopping crate. Shuffling from foot to foot, idly toeing stones from the path back into the gravelled area, I waited for… I checked the hand-held device… Mrs Kendall to answer the door. My last drop of the shift, then home to crack open a well-deserved beer a...

Shelby’s fifteen-year-old yellow Volkswagen Bug sputtered as it chugged along the road leading off-campus. She’d grown used to the students’ stares a long time ago. At the first stoplight, she swapped her black-rimmed glasses for a pair of sunglasses, then slid off her ponytail holder, letting her long waves of strawberry-blonde hair kiss her shoulders. “Whew! You did it, girl!” she said aloud. "Home sweet home, here I co...

“So, first of all, I’m sorry,” Lexi began as we found our table. “Ah, so Morgan’s talked to you already,” I replied with humor, sitting down. I put the straw in my drink as Lexi pouted at me. “I’m allowed to feel sorry without Morgan telling me anything!” she defended herself. I put on a faux blank expression. “Oh, so she didn’t talk to you?” She blushed. “Look… I…” I chuckled. “Apology accepted.” “No, you haven’t even he...

I walked up the four wooden steps to the front door of the small, lake house, breathing heavily due to the increased altitude; the weathered wood panels and red tin roof beckoning me back to childhood summers spent in the splendor of calmness and nature. The lake, just behind the house, had provided hours of recreation and peace; and there I was, back at the beautiful body of water. I could feel the cool liquid running ac...

When I was born, fifty-two years ago, I was a chubby baby with a very light complexion and a head full of red hair. I was a contrast to my siblings, as they all had a complexion darker than mine, and darker hair. We used to spend our summer vacations at the beach, and it was funny to see my siblings and my parents getting a perfect tan while the best I could get was a bright red color, then I peeled off all the burnt skin...