Silvia December seemed to sneak up on me. Between my busy work schedule, class finals, holiday preparations, sleepovers at Michelle's, and gym time I lost track of the days, and I nearly forgot my darling stepdaughter, Megan, was turning eighteen. This past year since our life-changing trip has been filled with ups and downs. I knew Megan was looking forward to becoming an adult, but she was still my little girl. She'd be...
I had been a Boy Scout Leader for years. Even though I had no children, I had grown up through the program and received the rank of Eagle Scout. When I met my (ex)wife, she did not like the fact that “grown” men with no kids were allowed to “play” Boy Scout and demanded that I quit. Reluctantly, I did. I thought I would get my chance again with my own children, but sadly (or thankfully), we did not have any. Fast forward...
My niece Maggy is perched on my right knee, wearing an oversized sweatshirt and a short pleated skirt as we play poker at our family game night. She sits there every time we play poker, paying no attention to her mother's complaints that she's too old for that. Maggy would always reply, "I don't know how to play yet; besides, Uncle Dan doesn't mind." Mags was right; I didn't mind; in fact, it drove me wild having her tigh...
I hurried down the school hallway, caught between checking out the girls and avoiding my friends so that I wouldn't waste time. The text I had received earlier had me eager to get home. I couldn't get the words out of my head. I need those long strokes kept echoing from the depths of my mind. Being eighteen, just about anything drove my hormones crazy, but especially being teased with a good time at home. No, I wasn't liv...
'Your hair smells of pumpkin spice,' he murmurs as he kisses my neck. I ignore him as I lower my cunt onto his cock, his hands gripping my suspender-clad thighs. He is under my spell as I ride his cock, and what a fabulous cock it is. A pussy-filling kind of cock that makes me feel almost virginal as he stretches me. Time is ticking. We mustn't get caught. I pick up the pace, my pussy juices soak him, and they squirt Nort...
“Close your eyes, open your mouths and wait.” I whacked away at my pole, gasping for air and vibrating uncontrollably. Semen dribbled along their thighs and then sprayed their pretty, young faces and open mouths. After the tsunami, both, with one eye glued shut, leered at each other, then stood and giggled. One spoke: “Anything else we should do to prepare for sinful college life, pastor?” Her friend turned and bent over...
"Trick or treat!" chorused the kids as the door creaked open, revealing a witch. She admired their outfits, handing out sweets. "There's a red smear on your chin," one had observed. "Oh, just marmalade," she chuckled, wiping it off. As she shut the door, a mischievous smile graced her lips. Heart racing with anticipation, she descended into the dimly lit basement. Her gaze was drawn to her lover's bare, dripping pussy, he...
The twilight of the evening had just turned to night, crickets chirping a symphony in the backdrop. Emily stood in front of her mirror, her heart pounding. She wore a cream satin robe, her lovely brown hair tumbled down her back, age having done nothing to dull its shine. Alex's voice rang out from the corridor, cracking with newfound confidence, "Mom, may I come in?" "Of course, dear," Emily's voice was steady, betraying...
Kimmy and Tristen’s Girls’ weekend. After laying out what she had been doing all this time while at her dad’s friend’s house, Kimmy sat back and waited for her friend’s reaction. She told her pretty much everything, leaving out some details, particularly some of what she had done during her last visit. Tristen sat there as she explained the situation to her and listened intently, but showed very little reaction. Kimmy was...
He invited her to dinner, the woman he'd left my mother for. She interrogated me at the table, my eyes glancing at her breasts, with my father tired and oblivious. She yearned for my acceptance, but I wanted something in return. After he went to bed, we shared a bottle of wine that loosened us, and our morals, turning flirting to eroticism. By the time the morning announced itself through the blinds, I had given her all t...
Kirsten found a new direction in her life following a talk with her birth father and a well-paid job prospect in the art world. She decided to take her father's advice and gain a History of Arts degree, which would mean four years of hard work and a move from the west coast of Scotland to St Andrew's on the east coast, almost two hundred miles away. Kirsten loaded her belongings into the three-year-old Mini Cooper her fat...
My mother, Cece, is 48 this year, but we have been together since I was 19. I headed down to our house for her famous summer barbecue, and her in-laws were there, which both she and I have come to regard as great cockblockers. They want to be taken care of hand and foot, and my mother being the great matriarch she is, makes up a fabulous spread and serves upwards of thirty or forty people at one of these things. I try to...
It has been over six years since my last journal entries. So much has taken place during the years and then COVID hit - putting a damper on most things. I stopped writing about my taboo relationship with Maria and Carl, but it's truly worth revisiting again. Reading my past stories, you would be aware of how my relationship with two teens developed into one of the most fascinating chapters of my adult life. In fact, for o...
My mom was up on a ladder with a watering can, replacing the sugar water in the hummingbird feeders hanging from the banyan tree in our backyard. I was stabilizing the ladder from below. I was sixteen, a high school sophomore, and my mom, who had me when she was my age, was a young-looking thirty-two. She owned a successful yoga studio, and her years-long practice of yoga had molded her body into a harmony of supple curve...
After hooking the delicate lace panty mask around my ears, I breathe and blink in the darkness, breeze tappin' the blind against the wooden frame. Her room's a comfort, in a way. Familiar. It must have been my room as a baby. Just a feeling I have; faint memories of Momma holding me in here. Rocking me to sleep. The door’s always shut unless we have company staying over, and this company’s mighty pretty. Annabelle’s her n...
