It was just summer, the holidays. My dad was always working, so I had to do everything. My brother was such a slacker and he was always lying around, but he was his favorite kid, so I had to get used to it. My mom died in a car accident, so I was the only

{This is my first submission. I see people submitting in chapters, so I guess I’ll try that. I’m obviously not a professional. I read the guide, but any feed back is welcome. Thanks.}One afternoon I was in the shower and there was a knock on the bathroom door.”Hey, let me know when you’re done in

(The Confession)Rajat was an engineering student at a college in Mumbai. To cut down on his hostel expenses, his brother asked him to move to his place. His brother Vikram lived in the same city as his wife, Tanisha. Despite being in their mid-30s, the couple didn’t have any children.Rajat hoped that he would get

This work of fiction features incest combined with hard BDSM, so please stop reading right here if you don’t like the juxtaposition. There’s plenty of both, so please don’t read and submit an irate comment(s) if you object to the mix of these two genres. All characters are of legal age.*A few months later, Janette

Editor’s note: this fictional work contains scenes of fictional mind control, rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.*****”All sexually active characters are of age, 18 years old at least, and some of what you read may be distressing. Be safe and vigilant.”For Tiffany Bright, 26, things are looking up, and

After the horny highs on holiday with my Dad and his sexy young wife Chloe, I came back down to Earth with a bang. My mum was obviously depressed, partly, I think, because she had been on her own while I was away and partly, although she never said so, because I didn’t come home

My real dad died when I was young, and I have only a faint memory of someone when I was very young. Mom met my future stepdad, Marten, when I was thirteen. I instantly disliked him since I felt he threatened what Mom and I had together. Looking back, I must have been rather obnoxious.

This story contains fictional characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities and are 18 years old or older. Please feel free to leave constructive feedback. All rights reserved.Please read Broken Shoulders (Pt1, 2 & 3) before reading any further.As before, I’d like to thank you all for the lovely (and not so lovely) feedback. I

I am bad about not ending my story series. This chapter ends the “Rebuilding” stories. It follows chronologically the previous chapters. I strongly recommend reading “Rebuilding,” “Rebuilding CH 02,” “Rebuilding CH 03, and “Rebuilding CH04” before you read this final chapter.Warning: there is some incest at the end of this story. Hopefully, it fits in

I slid my French knickers down because going any further took me beyond a sense of vulnerability, creating a situation whereby Keith had to know pretty much how I’d answered my questionnaire. Unless pony play and butt plugs were part of a regular curriculum, my step-dad must have some sexual or romantic design on me

“I’m leaving him dad, I’ve had enough.”I knew that this day was coming. The only surprise was that Betty had put up with that useless husband of hers for so long. They fought constantly and it broke my heart that my only daughter was stuck in a loveless, unhappy marriage.I had never taken to Les.

Let’s register here how Samira became another prostitute of the family. When, in her first vacation at home after entering college, she is initiated by her father and brother into the incestuous and debauched secrets of the family.First day – morningSamira was pleased. Home again, after her first semester at college, full of news and

Bo talks his gorgeous sister into giving their black neighbor a blow job.When Bo walked up to his room after he visited with Pappy, his sister is sprawled out on his bed wearing her black cowgirl boots and a black cowgirl hat that was given to her when she sang country music at the VFW

She sat scrolling through the comments section trying to find something new to do for the people who watched her. She was getting bored of sticking toys in every hole she had. It had been exciting for a little while to use pillows, the bedpost, her blankets but even that was starting to get dull.

The recession hit hard. Like so many, I lost my job. Not my fault, they told me. Hard times all round, they said. I hadn’t been unemployed since – ever – and hit the ground running, updating my resume and sending it to over a hundred companies in the first month. The rejections were better

Comforting My Sister Part 2I awoke with a start; that fleeting feeling that you have when you wake up in a strange place and for a moment, you do not know where you are. I looked around and of course I realised that I was staying with my sister Cathy on her farm. Then the

My eyes blinded with tears it was too late when I saw the truck across my path. I remember slamming on the car brakes and I heard the scream of rubber on bitumen. Time seemed to stand still, and then blackness and nothing.Kent had come to me as I always knew one day he would.

I ring the doorbell, I wait, and then there’s noise and rattling coming out of the speaker. There are some words too, can’t make them out but I guess it doesn’t really matter. I say “It’s Jason, Aunt Maria!” but I guess that doesn’t get through all the goings-on at the other end. In any

Sarah Marks smiled as the door to the luxurious suite softly clicked shut. Her mother had finally left to go hiking with the rest of her siblings, leaving Sarah to relax at the resort with her father. Her body was flushed with desire, aching with the pent up lust that had built up after a

The next day was surreal. I had to figure out how my profile was in Irma’s inbox. I opened my profile and went to settings. Wow, somehow, I had left the default age parameters. They were set to 18-99! Shit. And Irma, it turns out, is 79 years old. OMG! This was very surprising, and