Thanks to all those readers who have asked for more chapters in this series. I never thought of writing a series but because you have continuously asked for more from this story, I have done my best to comply. We all live multi-faceted lives (I don’t have time to write
Gordon Fields sipped his Scotch and leaned back in his comfortable chair. Despite his occupation, he wasn’t a “tough guy” or a “man of the streets”. He had grown up in a nice home and he enjoyed the finer things in life. Now that he was off for a while, he had time to enjoy those things. He could indulge in good food and a fine Cuban cigar. He could have a drink or two and enjoy the company of a beautiful woman without the concern of how it would affect his
Sorry it’s quick, I just wanted to have a story out there, so please tell me what you think, and again, I know it’s to quick.
Jasmine was watching some dogs wrestle outside one day while she was grounded, even though she was 18, but according to her dad she can still get grounded until she moves out. Truthfully she was jealous of the dogs being able to go outside. She was sitting in her room, playing with her orange hair. She had cup C breast and grey eyes. It was very hot this day
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Incest—a word that has extreme negative connotations. The image that most often comes about when the word is mentioned is that of a father forcing himself on his daughter. Any forcible sex act, especially done by a parent to a child, should result in the parent being punished in legal and non-legal ways.
This is a fantasy of consensual incest between adults. It is intended for adults who are interested in reading about
Andrew Weston was not a man to trifle with. Neither was Alison: his stepdaughter. It was as if they had been fashioned from the same cloth and they understood each other perfectly: often trying to outmaneuver each other in a game of one-upmanship. Both were self assured and attractive to look at.
Alison, now eighteen and in her last few weeks of high school, had inherited her mother’s grey eyes and her natural father’s mahogany locks, which had grown long enough for her to bundle up
Continued from chapter 3…
Shocked that she slapped him again and again, Albert was surprised that his sister had discovered his sinister plan to hypnotize her and his mother for sex so soon. She was savvy but obviously underestimating her, he didn’t give her credit for the intelligence she had to see through his ruse. He figured that it would be a while before his mother
This is a story that is based on the true life and events of one of my very sweet readers, who turned into a very good friend of mine. She contacted me through the site, and I figured I could write and dedicate this story to her. I hope you like it baby! This is dedicated to ELM. Enjoy!
“Uncle Steve, I need to come to your house. I can’t stand mom and dad, and they won’t give me my own space and they aren’t treating me like an adult. I know I’m only eighteen, but I
My first and only experience involving incest happened the summer I was 28 years old with my nephew he was just 18 years old he had the look of a young boy for his age. That was 15 years ago, and even though I’m married with children now that intimate encounter left me with fond memories.
My story,
It was the summer of 1996, I worked full time I was 9 months free from an abusive fiancée and 12 months since I had last had sex, he became controlling the year we lived together, I left him
Thinking back on it now, it all happened so slowly over a long period of time, probably three years, maybe longer.
My mother had me out of wedlock when she was 16 and in 1953 that was the kind of thing that made so called decent people turn away from you when they passed you on the street. Even though my mom
At first I agonized over having seduced her. Later, I came to the conclusion we seduced each other. Once she got that first lesson she was an apt pupil. She took to sex like a fledgling takes to flight.
Our second encounter was your basic explosion of hormones – not much finesse. Within days of our first fuck she web-mailed me this: I walk around wet all the time. I’m so wet I have to wipe myself. I fuck you every night in my fantasies.
I called her for a meeting to explain a few