Jeff returned with me to my Grans, leaving Zachy and Tricia to have a life together.  Weeks after we started to stay at grans. Gran came to sit with me while preparing for another night in with Jeff. I realised Gran wanted to talk and as Jeff was still in the workshop I welcomed her time.  She asked if Sue ever told us who she thought our father was. I asked her if she knew as Sue always said she was unwilling to take a DNA as one of the men paid her University tuition.  Gran said that was true,…

Tricia had prepared dinner to celebrate. Zacky younger brother Jeff came to Tricia becoming pregnant for her step dad. Jeff was very entertaining and after dinner he suggested we leave the two lovers and take a drive out in the cool night. While Jeff and I shared a drink in his car, he asked if I was surprised about my twin sister and step dad. It should have occurred when Tricia was happy to remain after mum and I left. Jeff leaned over and kissed the back of my neck and I smiled and asked if he wanted to fuck…

I wish that I can say differently but I am competitive especially with my twin sister. Tricia and I were very identical up until we were 10 years old and then we gradually became less identical. Our mother, Sue was 18 when she had us and she left us with our grandparents, while she continued to fuck her way through college. Sue did not look her age and then she hitched up with Zacky, 10 years her junior, and mad about her and so Zacky moved in with us.  Four years later Sue went off with some other guy leaving…

The living room of their modest suburban home was decorated with balloons and a banner that read 'Happy 21st, Sanne!' in glittering letters. April, Sanne's adoptive mother, had gone all out—streamers dangling from the ceiling, a cake on the coffee table frosted with pink roses, and a stack of wrapped gifts beside it. At 42, April was still attractive in a wholesome way: shoulder-length auburn hair, soft curves from years of single motherhood, and a warm smile that hid the exhaustion of raising a troubled teen into adulthood. Sanne sat on the couch, her lithe 21-year-old frame clad in a…

An Ontario Rogues Night Out The year was 2001. At that time my life sucked in about 8 different ways. I was looking for a new experience of some sort. I ended up on the chats. A woman I found in my area, Hamilton, was named Cathy. I blind messaged her to talk. She said ok, but no “sex talk!”, she wasn’t like that. I was good with that. So we started to talk on and off over a few weeks. At some point I asked for her picture. She was reluctant, but sent me one. Just head and shoulders.…

* * * * * * WARNING: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION ANY SIMILARITIES OR RESEMBLANCES … IN ANY SHAPE OR FORM … TO ANY LIVING OR DECEASED INDIVIDUAL(S) and THE PREDICTION OF TECHOLOGICAL PROGRESS …ARE PURELY COINCIDENTAL. * * * * * * The year that followed my 19th birthday was very difficult indeed. My utter fixations onto oral, manual, anal and vaginal sex conjured to give me bouts of orgasmic convulsions, complete with the involuntary ejaculations of massive loads of seminal fluids in my pants. Poor me had to wear adult diapers just to prevent the cum…

I was born in rural Quebec. I was only 7 when my dad perished in a car accident. They said he had gotten drunk and that he bled a lot. So much so, that the medics could not save him. As a young boy, I remember my mom working 2 jobs to support us. In time, she applied at the schoolboard and later, she allowed to type for the top boss at the board. By the time I was 14, I started high school I was way pass puberty, complete with the urge to ejaculate at least once a day.…

MY MOM PIMPED ME THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION… ANY IDENTITIES AND /OR SIMILARITIES TO ANYONE DEAD OR ALIVE AND THE PREDICTION OF TECHNOLOGICAL DEVELOPMENTS IS / ARE PURELY COINCIDENTAL. I was sow 20, still living at home, still living in sin. I was in the shower with my mom. We were in the thrall is incest when she pulled her hands off me and said… “Philippe, you need to get a job ... Get an elevator attendant job if you have too, what’s wrong with that? It’s not complicated, besides you got to meet new people … I…

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION… ANY IDENTITIES AND /OR SIMILARITIES TO ANYONE DEAD OR ALIVE AND THE PREDICTION OF TECHNOLOGICAL DEVELOPMENTS IS / ARE PURELY COINCIDENTAL. I was now 21, still living with my mom, still living in sin. My hours at the Vagiani had beed reduced. My job was still on, but I only worked part time on call. The maintenance Man … That was my new title. 3 to 5 maintenance calls per week, 5 hours per call. That was more than enough money. To avoid loosing clients. I auctioned the maintenance slots to the highest paying…

OFFICER CLARISSA was a bright new addition to the City Police department. The bright-eyed bushy tailed Twenty two year old was fresh out of the police academy and enthusiastic about cleaning up the streets of the big city. Her first series of assignments to park patrol on foot and some patrols in the downtown area resulted several arrests of gangbangers and muggers. These criminals much to their dismay often underestimated her. Her favorite group to arrest were the black gangs from the ghettos called The Boyz.The Boyz, controlling all the turf west of the park for 10 blocks were a…

The morning after the hotel night still felt like a fever dream. Kiran could still taste jiju on her tongue, could still feel the ghost of his fingers digging bruises into her hips while she was bent over the backseat, tits swinging free, moaning like a cheap porn clip. Vikram had driven them the whole way—steady hands on the wheel, eyes flicking to the rear-view mirror every time jiju told her to “open wider, baby.” She’d come twice with Vikram’s reflection watching, and once more when jiju shoved her head down and finished in her mouth. The driver had never…

The morning after the hotel night still felt like a fever dream.Kiran could still taste jiju on her tongue, could still feel the ghost of his fingers digging bruises into her hips while she was bent over the backseat, tits swinging free, moaning like a cheap porn clip. Vikram had driven them the whole way—steady hands on the wheel, eyes flicking to the rear-view mirror every time jiju told her to “open wider, baby.” She’d come twice with Vikram’s reflection watching, and once more when jiju shoved her head down and finished in her mouth. The driver had never said…