Weeks went by without Jack appearing at my house. I was even ashamed of all this craziness, but you know! The flesh is weak. Just remembering that, I masturbated and reliving the scene. Even I wasn't sure why I didn't take Jack to bed: respect, fear, or shame, who knows? Anyway, as the days went by, it frustrated me that I had not tasted the boy more. The fact is that Jack disappeared and I continued to dream, wishing tha...

I met Ivan after he separated from his first wife, Kelly. He was almost fifty and I was twenty-five. Ivan had taken on a more uninhibited side of his intimate life, which brought us closer. We both wanted to try new sensations and new experiments. Until then, Ivan had been nothing more than a well-behaved family man. But routine and age had led him to a new life. That's when I showed up. He was the father of a boy a littl...

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...

Neither of us spoke at first; I was too stunned, and she too ashamed. Finally, I asked in a raspy voice, “Why?” Her gaze remained steadfastly away from mine. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Luke. I… He was dying. And I was so… the depression, it was crushing me. I couldn’t be home with Julie. I couldn’t be home with you. And every time I was there, I felt… disconnected. I felt guilty for not being home, and then when I was home...

It was a letter that upended my world. Not one of the “Dear John” variety; that would have been less painful. Nor was it a “We Regret To Inform,” but the sense of loss, while not as acute, was even more all-encompassing. No, it wasn’t a letter of the paper-and-ink kind at all. Instead, it was one of the many small sigils that make up those and many other missives, the second of the twenty-six characters that comprise the...

One day I was laying on my bed doing a whole lot of nothing when my stepmom came into my room. I was lost in my own thoughts at the time. I was laying on my back with my head hanging over the foot of my bed when my stepmom started picking up my dirty laundry off of the floor. “Why are teenage boys so messy?” she asked. “I don't know,” I mumbled as I stared off into space. My stepmom's name was, Karen. She was a beautiful...

It had been nearly two weeks since Vivian had enjoyed a night of lesbian pleasures with Elena. Since then, they had spoken over the phone, but busy schedules had prevented them from actually getting together. Vivian had told William about her friend, but he had no inkling of Vivian's true feelings about Elena. During that time and since his return from his college exploratory trip, he sensed something was going on with hi...

The weed yielded to her wrenching grasp in a shower of soil, and then landed with a thud in the canvas bag at her side. Nera wiped her brow, picked up her trowel, and sought the next victim of her aggressive gardening. She was miffed – to say the least – that her husband had failed to notice the implicit warning in her answer of fine when he said he was going to go fishing with his buddies – again. Her mood was not improv...

After she had finished cumming from her incredible orgasm, Porsche collapsed onto my bed, her legs too weak and wobbly to keep her up anymore. She was exhausted and panting, but I wasn't finished with her yet. She wanted the whore treatment; now she would have to finish what she started! Using her legs to lever her over onto her back, I pulled her ankles up to my shoulders. With one arm around her legs just below the knee...