The spaghetti sauce needed more oregano, but the kitchen smelled great. I was trying a new, simpler recipe for the first time in years and it used twice as much garlic as the old one. Cooking gave me something to focus on and this recipe called for squeezing whole San Marzano tomatoes, which was fun, almost sexy. These whole, peeled tomatoes felt like someone’s balls and I tried to remember who. My husband came in, took a...

I wrapped my coat around me tightly, and blew my warm breath into the palms of my hands before rubbing them together. December was brutal this year. The cold, misty air bit at my pale face. Little streams of tears cascaded down my cheeks as the harsh wind blew against me. I took cautious steps, almost as if I were too afraid to touch the pavement beneath me. My toes were numb so every step pained me. My body longed for so...

I was in bed watching the Olympics; is it just me or isthere way too much weird stuff on boards, not to mention shuffleboard on ice, and not enough figure skating? Chad came in wearing different pajamas from last night. Those were in the laundry hamper, these were plaid, a Christmas present from his dad, who’s Scottish if you go back 150 years. It was about 10 pm. We hadn’t talked about last night. I certainly didn’t know...

It was so hot, I lay on top of my bed naked letting what little breeze there was coming from the open window to blow across my body. Daddy had called earlier in the afternoon to say he had to work late and to leave the outside light on for him before I went to bed. I had gone to live with my daddy when I was ten my mother had died. My parents had divorced when I was four, I was now sixteen. I used to spent every other wee...

I told my parents I was sleeping over at Amanda's, which was completely true. After dinner with her parents and watching 'Easy A,' we pretended to go to sleep. But really, our friend Rachel was waiting in her car around the corner to take us to a big party on the other side of town. It wasn't hard to sneak out of Amanda's first floor room and we jammed to One Direction the whole way there. The party was a blast! All of th...

While dancing with his mother, Anthony is shocked to learn she knows about him and his sister; he is doubly shocked with the words: "So Anthony, do you want to fuck Mommy?" Mom let her shocking question linger in the air for the remainder of the song. My head spun with the double revelation that: 1. Mom knew about Lilly and I having sex and was not outraged by it. 2. Mom had just asked if I would like to fuck her. My cock...

Here’s the short version: I graduated from high school at 13, MIT at 17 with 2 degrees and Harvard at age 21. My parents were very smart and I was a kid genius early in life. Yes I’m in Mensa, big deal. I met my wife at MIT and she was a kid genius as well. She did her double at Harvard. We dated while at Harvard and we were born just a few days apart so yes we’re the same age. Our daughter was conceived on our honeymoon...

There’s definitely something wrong with me. I write articles for high level engineering journals and not for erotic stories sites. Well, that was true until now. I put these words to paper with the hopes that you dear reader will understand. This may be one of the very few places on Earth where I can be vindicated. Please let me explain. Here’s the short version: I graduated from high school at 13, MIT at 17 with 2 degree...

Everything about this story is fiction, so try to not get your panties in a bunch! ;)  I have always been the bad girl, the unruly child that got detention, the girl with no daddy and an absent mother. Maybe I should feel bad about it, be ashamed of my behaviour, but I don't. Instead I relish in it, I enjoy beeing the slutty girl that your middleaged husbands turns his head after on the street, the girl that mothers warn...

'So now I’m chick bait,' Ashley thought. I was wandering around the neighborhood. On our fourth and next-to-last day in Paris, I knew the area pretty well. I reveled in some time alone and the sense of almost being French. On the other hand, I didn’t much like the idea of Daddy being with that woman, Marie, up in our apartment. I don’t know what I was thinking. And now he was probably fucking her with his lovely big cock...

“Honey,” I said, “we need to get up early tomorrow for the airport.You should start packing.” I only had myself to blame. This was our last night in Barcelona; after a fine fish dinner and a walk down to the statue of the Columbus by the Mediterranean, I’d let Ashley choose from the list of for-pay movies. Barely seventeen, she hadn’t yet acquired the notion of first finishing everything that must be done before playing o...

So Keri, did you and Mark ever hook up?" I looked over at Laurie, and tried to focus on her words. I was pretty sure I understood what she was saying, but couldn't quite get answer out. Instead, I shrugged and giggled at her. I'd been doing a lot of giggling tonight as had Laurie and Krissy. Giggling would be a normal occurrence anytime eighteen and nineteen year old girls had a sl**p over, but tonight there was a lot mor...

I had always had a crush on my best friend's dad. I was quite confident to have sex with any other guy I met, but somehow, when it came to Bill, I was extremely shy and became tongue tied. Often, when I went to her house I became wet as soon as I saw him and had to excuse myself to the bathroom to relieve myself. Imagining riding him kept me awake at night. One night she invited me to sleep over at her house. I gladly agr...

“Daddy, wake UP! I want my orgasm now!” I opened one eye and saw Ashley opening the electric blinds to let in an overcast day in Barcelona. The sliding doors were already open from last night and I could hear the splatter of raindrops. Cars splashed along the wet Rambla street below. Ashley turned toward me and unbuttoned her pink pajama top. My other eye opened. I had come to love the exotic shape of her breasts in the l...

I was rushing to put my earrings on when I heard the doorbell. "Damn! He's early," I said to Naomi, my best friend, on my cell phone. "Well, what's his name? Where'd you meet him?" she asked. I barely heard my dad open the front door over the loud television show he'd been watching. "It's Sergio. I got him for Psychology." "And you're gonna have him for Biology, too, aren't you? You're such a slut, Rosie!" Naomi giggled....