Sometimes I think it is not worth it. The pressure of running a world wide travel agency gets me down. Long ago when it was just me, it was way easier. I took care of my customers with absolute, superb service. I loved drowning them with personal attention, answering their calls for help 24/7 across

I worked at many different jobs to pay my way through college. I delivered pizza, waited tables, washed dishes and sorted books at the library. I pumped gas, trimmed trees, fried burgers, and walked dogs. I would take just about anything that I could fit into my class schedule. I was in between jobs and

DADDY’S GONNA DO THINGSDisclaimer: All persons in the story participating in sexual activity are over the age of 18.Shortly before her nineteenth birthday Haley Snow suddenly began developing. It seemed that day by day her boobies grew bigger and bigger. It was embarrassing to go from a training bra to a C cup in the

All story characters engaged in sexual activities are eighteen years of age or older.Mum’s breasts looked wonderful glistening with my cum, mum was using a finger to spoon the cum on her cheeks into her mouth, she offered me a finger with a large blob on it, I took her finger into my mouth and

After another perusal of the video my mother-in-law had made of her sodomizing my wife’s younger sister Simone with the 8 inch long dildo and having Sophia my pregnant spouse jerk me off onto her milk-swollen mammaries, I had fallen into an exhausted sleep. But in the pre-dawn hours I found myself awake and unable

“Hurry, the plane will be in at eight, the Red Eye Special, and you know how traffic is this time of morning at the airport; We want to be there when Grams gets there. I can hardly wait to see her again after so long.” Mom said as we were dressing.Grams is so young looking

Standard housekeeping. All characters are 18+ years of age. This is fiction. Constructive criticism is welcome. I edit my own stories.—–Heather danced around the kitchen as she cleaned up the special lunch that she made for her ‘little man’ finally turning 18 years old. All of her daughters even made the effort to come home

Last year, I posted this story for the Nude Day story contest at the very last minute. The story was rejected due to “under age” characters. But the characters are professional adults, one in her mid twenties and the other her father. Obviously, nobody read the story and it was rejected out of hand leaving

Shelly was sobbing, her heart and spirit broken by her daddy’s belt. She couldn’t believe she’d betrayed him this way – she knew how he felt about her but she betrayed his trust and his love – and now he was hurting her the way she’d hurt him. Her entire body was on fire, stinging

The next morning I’d forgotten that my little brother Tristan had found out my secret and was using it to blackmail me. That was until I picked up my phone and read the text message he’d sent me last night after I’d fallen asleep.[Erin, my alarm isn’t working. Since you’re my slave now wake me

First, to set the stage…I am 39 years old, 5’10”, 150 lbs., considered nice looking with a body that is decent, but certainly not buffed. I’ve been married twelve years, and while many aspects of our marriage are great, sexuality is not one of them. My wife Amy is extremely religious, conservative, and utterly lacking

As I have written, previously, I am kinky. I have always had this sleepy fetish, and I’m incestuous…my sister turns me on. In fact, we’re fucking! I am also a suppressed bisexual…I avoided for a long time admitting that I get turned on playing out sleepy scenarios with guys as well as girls. And furthermore

What an amazing night, John thought to himself as he lay in bed between mother and daughter. He couldn’t sleep and he let his eyes wander over the sexy bodies of Mary and Mary Beth. Just scanning his eyes over their sexy figures made him hard again and he thought about a second go with

Spiritual Matchmaker for a Mother and SonAuthor’s note:Note: There is no one under 18 in this story.Hearing the door to the garage close, I knew my mother, Emily, had arrived home. That, along with her angelic voice singing, “Wow! Something smells good, what’s you got cooking? The aroma’s so rich, my taste buds are looking.”A

See Traveling to Alaska in Erotic Couples for part 1. Traveling to Alaska Part 2 in NonConsent/Reluctance for more to the story.*******I found my rental and drove the well-known route to my old childhood home where mother was staying. Dad had moved out but I didn’t know where for sure. I unlocked the front door

“Okay,” James replied.The Genie nodded eagerly, poised to fulfill wish number four.”There was an incident involving a Mentalist called Milo the Magnificent,” James began. The Genie blinked and chuckled.”Oh, wait, you’re serious?””Yes,” James confirmed.”Oh…”James proceeded to inquire of the Genie, “Can you demonstrate, without using a wish, whether Milo the Magnificent’s actions truly worked and

Author’s NoteThis story contains themes of incest. It is loosely based on events I experienced in the 1980s – things which I continue to benefit from today [and probably explains my sexually twisted nature]. Naturally, the names and some of the circumstances have been changed or altered for the sake of creativity and a sense

You walk into your quiet house after a long day at school. “Hello? Anyone home?” you call out, your voice echoing through the empty house. No response. Your heart races as you realize you’re alone, and your mind starts to wander towards your stepsister, Jenny. The two of you are both seniors at the same

Author’s note: This story takes place immediately after the first installment of “My Sweet and Neglected Grandmother.” So, if you haven’t read the first part. I’d recommend you doing so first.I picked my phone to look at the time. It read 9:37 am. I woke up at 9, I had been staring at the ceiling

Disclaimer: All characters engaging in active sexual activity are at least 18 years of age. Reviews and constructive criticisms welcome; flames and critiques of no substance will be snickered at and deleted. Enjoy!Author’s Note: This is a slow-burn story. Buckle in for a long ride if you intend to read.***Chapter IV- Down The Rabbit Hole”Truth