Helping Stories

1 It has been almost another week since James' mother has been helping him with her hand whenever he needs to release. It so happens that, due to his high sex drive, he needs to release every single day. More and more, James has been demanding that his mother should use more of her mouth as it feels much better. Of course, Megan did not put up much of a fight. Wanting to help out her son in whatever way she can. She's alr...

*1* It is a lovely, warm day outside. Megan is with her best friend, Sarah, who is also her workmate at the office. They are both enjoying a coffee at the local cafe place in their hometown. "I'm telling you, Megan. You should keep a close eye on James. Porn can destroy the psyche! Especially at a young age like that... How old is he again? "He's sixteen-" "-Sixteen! There you go! The prime age to be getting into that sor...

  Mandy and I had been friends since elementary school. Playing and cheering together. Commiserating over toxic relationships. Even going away to college together. Now in our early thirties, we had drifted apart with emails our only communication. Mandy moved to the mythical land of Orlando while I stayed here, teaching and freezing in northern Ohio. But, absence really does make the heart grow fonder as I discovered when...

It had been the dream of my cousin Tara and I to start our own sex therapy clinic after we both got our master's degrees in psychology with an emphasis on human sexuality. We were eager to analyze the sexual responses of people of different sexes and ages and to help them with their problems. We were able to get a generous loan to start our clinic and rent a space in a nice professional building.Our first clients are wome...

My next door neighbour had begun helping me with my crossdressing by buying me my own clothes, and despite her initial stipulation that I continue to dress in secret, we had experienced a moment where that had all changed. Once that day had passed, Ellie and I became almost inseparable. If we weren't together, we were texting or talking on the phone. We would do everything an ordinary pair of best friends would, with the...

All characters involved in this text are over the age of sixteen. I recently returned home to stay at my parent’s home during a three-week holiday break from my job working in an Architectural practise. My family home consisted of mum and dad, my two younger sisters; Paula; who had just turned twenty, my teenage sister Julia, and my teenage brother Thomas. I am a twenty-five years old, and had left home a fair few years a...