“A daddy should not be wondering what’s under his stepdaughter’s skirt!” nineteen-year-old Heather said to Caledon, standing in front of him, pointing a chiding finger at him. He stammered: “I’m—I’m not, I just said, I, fuck, don’t say that too loud, your mom—" “Hey, you two,” his wife Mary said, striding through the living room to get to the kitchen. “I’ll be back in a few with dinner.” Then she noticed her daughter Heat...

It was a Friday when I finally got a hold of her. I wanted to know if she had any errands to run this weekend. She said she might and that she'd call me around 11 a.m. on Saturday. Boy, I could hardly wait! We'd been fuck buddies for at least ten years now and I'd been having this recurring fantasy about her and I wanted it fulfilled. The phone rang on Saturday at 11 a.m. sharp and I heard her familiar "Hi, whatchya doing...

"Oh, God, it’s too big, daddy,” Heather groaned as she lay there on her back, thighs spread, knees up, looking up at her stepdad with pleading eyes. “I, I don’t think it’s gonna fit!” Caledon, sitting next to her on the carpeted floor of the attic, began to say, “Heather…” She pulled her polka dress down to cover herself. “It’s ginormous. You’ll stretch me! Don’t put it inside me, daddy?” “Will you stop?” She groaned, her...

“Do you like my shorts, Daddy?” Heather asked one summer evening as she posed, standing before her stepdad Caledon who sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. He was staring at her hand that was sliding down her bare belly onto the stretchy fabric of her very short tight gray shorts. She moaned at how pleasurable the fabric felt as she rolled her hips, both hands now on her thighs. Her hands converged at the middle. …Where...

The door to a storage room opens. "Quick we don't have much time." Both of us scurry into the room. When the door is closed and locked, she lifts the hem of her dress over her hips. I pull her pantyhose and panties down to her knees. My boner is released through the fly of my pants. She is ready and I am ready, she bends over grabbing a shelf then I shove my cock into her. She sighs quietly. We begin to fuck quickly and q...

I can’t explain it, and I’m really not sure I want to. It’s been there for so long that I can’t remember a time when it wasn’t, this desire for vulnerability, the risk of being caught, and the exhilarating threat of exposure and humiliation that it brings. Even after all these years, if I think about it, I can still almost feel my first ever orgasm. Of all the places, it happened in the swimming pool at school. The teache...

Whether it was the sound of the traffic outside, or the humidity of the night, or maybe the strange, slightly uncomfortable bed, I lay there in that semi-slumbering state of consciousness while my mind became slowly aware of a woman in the next room making quiet whimpering sounds. In a rush, I remembered where I was. At Amy and Jeff’s in London. Instantly I was wide awake, my ears pricked, straining to interpret what I wa...

Today was the good day which I so needed. I got word last night that my guy had Bruins’ play-off tickets and he had to be in town by four to eat and get the train with his friend. Great!I took half-a-day from work and, instead of going to the gym, put the rack and bike on my car and headed to a rail trail I love. Of course, I’d thought about sex but I really wasn't doing well with people on the website. It was all “Hey, n...

Monday morning Lynn and Mike wake to a bright sunny August day. She stretches and says, “It’s my last week before I start my new job.” “Are you excited?” “I can’t wait.” She toys with a nipple and says, “And I’m excited about some more adventures this week.” She strokes him and in a sultry voice says, “Tomorrow the wife is meeting two businessmen, and on Thursday she’s lingerie shopping with her stand-in husband. And if h...

I woke feeling strangely miserable. I mean, things have really been good and we’ve bought a hot tub — but, the problem is, I can’t really enjoy it till hubby’s kid moves out and that probably won’t be for another sixteen months.  Anyway, we’ve been back to a swingers party where we enjoy the hostess, Cheri whom I've mentioned in previous Journal entries. I had some fun and, of course, I did have that fling I wrote about....