How I use to laugh when I read about men having sex with female family members. I remember thinking to myself what a crock of crap these stories were and that they were only the products of a fertile imagination. That was, until it happened to me. It occurred during our annual family Christmas gathering at my brother's spacious ranch house. Life had been good to him so he went all out for his Christmas party. Along one wa...

My name is Jimmy, and since I recently turned forty-two years old, I’ve been thinking about my first sexual experience, that happened shortly after my sixteenth birthday. I’m happily married now, to my lovely wife, Sarah, and our daughter has just recently moved away to college. I consider myself to be a normal, heterosexual man now, but I still remember when Matt, a good family friend who was forty-two at the time, taugh...

It was a Saturday in July of the summer of 1978. Yvonne and Patrick had invited Kelly and me over to hang out. We arrived around 4 p.m. and knocked on the apartment door. Yvonne and Patrick both answered the door completely naked and looking freshly fucked. I couldn’t help but notice that Patrick’s dick and balls were now shaved. The “shaved” club was now up to three, including Yvonne and Kelly. Kelly and I were greeted w...

Introduction I’m now fifty-two years old, having been married to my wife, Janice, for thirty years, and this story is about a sexual reawakening that I had five years ago, when I had just turned forty-seven. I had all but forgotten some of the homosexual experiences of my youth until, like many middle-aged men, I was left with strong urges for sex, and no outlet. Janice lost interest in sex of any kind when she became pre...

Carolina Beach, North Carolina is a small town and a beautiful place for our retirement. We’re only twelve miles south of Wilmington if we want to take advantage of the amenities and health services of a larger city. My name is Dan, and my wife, Jenny, and I were recently able to retire after working our whole lives in Wilmington and raising our daughter, Ashley, there. We bought our modest, one-bedroom, beachfront cottag...

“Lilly!" Scrotum shouted while panicking, “How long will it take Anna to clean this mess up?”“I’m sorry, sexy ass.  Anna is not programmed to move dead bodies.”Scrotum rushed over and picked up the dead woman, “Now you get Anna to clean up and I will hide her.”  Scrotum shouted to Lilly.“Whatever you desire, hot stuff,” Lilly replied back.Scrotum staggered down the corridor. He had picked the body up upside down so that h...

  My childhood was a little traumatic, growing up in a working-class family in South Boston in the 1990s. My mother and father are both pure-blooded, Irish Catholics, and I inherited their pale skin, freckles, and bright red hair. I was teased mercilessly and picked on by many of the other kids. They derisively called me a ‘ginger’, and some of the boys even bullied and beat me up.  I couldn't defend myself very well eith...

The year is 3462, and sadly the earth is dead. What was left of its population spread through the heavens looking for a new home. Of course, once they left earth they found out they weren't alone in the universe. The rest of the sentient life forms had just been hiding from the destructive, backward human race. They had been manipulating images and shielding the earth from messages which otherwise would have reached the p...

Rick was not just rich, he actually had more money than he knew what to with. Though a series of events leading from tragedy to ecstasy, he had acquired his wealth. He had a life similar to Forrest Gump. By the time he was in his late twenties, he had suffered the tragedy of losing his wife through a mistake by a doctor that ended in an out of court settlement, thus increasing his financial position, but also leading to h...

In Part 1 of this story I described that my name is Frank, and I am a seventeen-year-old Aussie boy living in Sydney, in my twelfth year in high school, or what would be a senior in the US. I am five feet and ten inches tall and weighed one hundred and eighty-five pounds. I was average looking, but sometimes received compliments on having a cute face and a nice smile, and everyone said that I look younger than my age. I w...

This story has been written at the request of and in the first-person voice of an Australian Lush member who wants to be named Frank for the story. He told me about a life-changing experience he had as a teenager and asked me to write it for him. I have avoided using Aussie slang and vernacular since I know that I would not be able to use it correctly. It was sometimes difficult for me growing up as a teenage boy in Sydne...

What the hell had I been thinking? Packing my things in a hurry I chided myself. How could I have been so stupid? A masculine groan from a bed across the room kicked me into hyper gear. Zipping up my bag and doing a visual sweep of the room, I tried to think of the best exit strategy. I decided on a fast tip-toe to the exit. The door squeaked on its hinges as I quickly slipped through the tiny opening. I let out a quick s...

The seashore in Cape Cod has been a wonderful place for my wife and me to start our retirement. I had a thriving and lucrative photography studio in Manhattan for forty-five years. Now I am ready to enjoy our home on the beach. I converted an old garage on the back of our property into a small studio, so I can keep my hand in the business doing less demanding photo shoots. My previous work entailed everything from wedding...

I’ve had a pretty typical life, that is, up until the events I will describe in this story, which began almost a year ago. I was born, raised, and educated in the Midwest, and then married my high school sweetheart after we graduated from college. My name is Ryan, and I’m now forty years old and living in a suburb of Minneapolis with my wife, Sarah, and daughter, Brooke. Brooke just turned sixteen in the spring before the...

It was Saturday night followed by my college graduation and next day I was moving back home with my parents. Oh! How I dread that stifling environment. “Perhaps maybe I should have one last fling,” I said to myself. I reached home and took off every last piece of clothing and stood naked in front of the closet. I gawked at my clothes to find just the right piece for the night, which I was hoping to get a little crazy. I g...