Chapter 4: Deeper and Harder
“You two are very, very bad girls.”
He then kissed both his daughters slowly and deeply.
With Sara due back from her book club sooner, rather than later, the incestuous trio didn’t have much time to come down from their sexually charged high.
Rachel and Trisha lay on the bed together and watched contently as their father dressed; evidence of his cock’s huge eruption splattered randomly on the creamy, tanned skin of the girls’ torsos and
It is the middle of the night and Jon Mason returns from the bathroom. Sara sleeps on her back and the bright moonlight filters through the curtains casting a soft glow across her body. Through the open window, he can hear the roar of the surf. The sheet, wadded and tossed towards the bottom of the bed, leaves just one of her feet covered.
He stands beside the bed with one hand resting on the headboard and marvels at how beautiful she is. At fifty-nine, her beauty rivals that of women a third
Damn, I hate it when nothing goes right. It was one of those days. Nothing I did today seemed to work out the way I planned. I got up this early this morning so I could take a few extra minutes getting ready for work. While putting on my makeup, I discovered that I was out of my favorite eye shadow, the color that really makes my eyes stand out. Then I discovered that the blouse I had planned on wearing was wrinkled, so I had to quickly iron it. And then I ripped my pantyhose.
So those went
This is my first try at granddaughter/grandfather. One of my readers suggested it. I hope you like it.
“Get it in gear, Marsha! We don’t want to be late.” Her mother shouted.
“I’m coming. Geez, you’d think this was a big emergency. It’s just grandpa’s birthday.”
“We don’t want to be late. You know how grumpy your grandpa can be. Try not to make him mad this time, okay?”
Dan Thorpe sat in the swing on the back porch. His
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
Had a very shiny nose
And if you ever saw it
You would even say it glows
I hate that Rudolph song. Bioluminescent reindeer are offensive in every way – not realistic. And I don’t know why we should fill kids’ heads with shit like that. I mean, I know very well what being bioluminescent is like and it’s not all rainbows and unicorns. It’s not kid stuff by any means. And Christmas is total crap, too.
The night I found out I was a freak
What a rotten day! What happened to ‘the best years of your life’? I thought being eighteen was supposed to be everything a girl could ever want. Well my life sure proved that theory wrong. Dad had left Mom back in August for a bitch that was almost young enough to be my sister. And for the first couple of months he’d actually acted like he thought I could like that whore! And then they had moved. Somewhere out west, I think. We hadn’t heard from him since. I guess he
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I went a little method with this one. Forgive any creative indulgences that detract from the story. As always, let me know what you think.
PS – For those of you into Trance, Techno, and/or Electronica…this one’s for you.
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Laura was thankful she’d decided to wear underwear. Otherwise, she would have had a big wet spot on her cords. And that could have been a little embarrassing as they came back out into the complex.
It was just after
This is Johan in Kristiansand, Norway, telling Kari, his girlfriend, one summer morning why he is no longer as shy as he had been in the spring. If he seems to have been a little too naïve, that is because the incident takes place some forty years. They are supposed to be going to the library and then having a lunch of Sunday leftovers in his house, since his parents both work. Kari, who is a couple of months older than now 18 year-old Johan, already has some experience with her brother and is
“Alison, have you seen my light blue shirt? You know, the silky one that I wear for more formal occasions..?”
My mum barely dragged her eyes away from the news on the TV.
“I ironed it yesterday. It’s hanging in the wardrobe next to your best suit.”
“And my dark-blue tie..?”
“Where you hung it yourself after you wore it last time, inside the wardrobe door…”
Apparently the subject of Value Added Tax was far more compelling to Mum than
My wife and I both grew up in very conservative homes and ended up marrying at the tender ages of 19 years old. We were both virgins and had very little experience with the opposite sex until our wedding night. This story is not about that night but it is about something that happened a couple of years later before we started to have children.
My wife’s sister Lisa is 8 years older than her and tended to not be as naïve and innocent about life as my wife was. When Lisa turned 26 her