As we had agreed, that afternoon I met Jessica in her garden and gave her the money to compensate her for having to call in an emergency plumber. She was genuinely thankful, and we were sat, side-by-side, on a bench. For a good while we chatted casually with one other, drinking our beers, and then the conversation took a more serious turn. “I'm sorry I almost lost my temper earlier, Frank. It was so wrong of me. Daddy say...

One night, around midnight, I got a text from him: Come up to my room. I replied no way—our parents were home. He kept at it though, texting and poking until I finally gave in. I crept upstairs, slow and silent, every step like a risk. When I got to his door, I slipped inside and shut it softly behind me. We spoke in near-silence, our voices barely even whispers. He wanted to do it on his bed, but I shut that down quick—n...

My daughter Kylie and I could almost be twins. People sometimes mistook us for each other. Most of the time, we felt like best friends! Perhaps this stems from having her at such a young age and raising her on my own. I am so proud of my daughter. She was completing a course in media and film production. My daughter and I are close, and she often confides in me. This morning, we discussed her past boyfriends, during which...

The second I heard the knock at the door, my stomach flipped. It wasn’t like I hadn’t been waiting for this — we’d planned it, talked about it way more than I care to admit — but now that Teagan was actually here, the reality of what might happen settled over me like a heavy, nervous fog. I wiped my palms on my shorts, took a steadying breath, and opened the door. There she was. I couldn’t help the way my eyes did a full...

I asked for a sign But I got the nail In a coffin that I was never supposed to open. On one knee You presented a ring, Felt more like a cage, Where a flightless bird would sing. Your words sound like lies, Tongue tastes like regret, Smile burns a hole in my chest, Stopping my heart, so there’s nothing left. Laughs turn hollow, Heart beat veins are cold, Breathing has been crushed, Reduced to an empty soul. Compliments ins...

There’s a saying that life is what happens to all of your plans. Well, that couldn’t have been truer than this past weekend. You see, I’m what people call a “Hot Wife,” a shared one, more appropriately, an insatiable slut, but a very happy one for sure. I know some ladies don’t like that term, but I’ve earned it, starting in high school and taking it further and ever lustier as I’ve evolved. My wonderful and supportive hu...

Laney left Katie and me alone on my bed while she went to clean up again before she went home. Kate and I lay in each other's arms, trying to make amends. She turned to face me, pecking me sweetly and telling me that she loved me. Her kisses became our kisses, slowly growing into lingering, passionate, tongue-swirling embrace. Our hands roamed over each other's bodies. While hers landed on my rapidly growing erection, I m...

Younggirl: You're just saying that because you want me to send you a selfie. GrumpyOldman: Not at all. I think everyone has a good side and a better side. I'm sure you are stunning. Younggirl: :) You're sweet. But you still aren't getting a photo of me. My father warned me about people on the internet. Especially men. You only want one thing. Lol. And once you get it, you'll move on to the next innocent girl. GrumplyOldma...

The house was silent. Ken Harrison sat wired with restless energy in his dark office, lit only by his monitor’s glow and a streetlight’s spill into the room while his wife, Paige, slept peacefully down the hall in their master bedroom. He opened an incognito window and typed “hotwife stories real,” clicking through forum after forum—husbands’ confessions, grainy photo threads, searching for tales of how a husband got his...