It took some explaining. I'm not sure I'll ever forget the way my son's expression changed from curiosity over the whereabouts of his girlfriend, to seeing her bare-arsed across my knee with my spunk peppering her very pink flesh. And his mother standing alongside us, her palm a similar shade to Molly's bottom. “I'm serious, Dad. What the fuck is this?” I'd never heard him use that particular cuss word in front of me befo...

Steve had never felt fear in his life, at least not that gut-wrenching type that he felt while still seated on the plane. It had just landed at Tocumen International Airport in Panama. Deep in his heart, he knew coming back was a bad idea, but something always brought him back to Panama. He had been in and out of the country for almost two decades. It was a love-and-hate relationship. He loved the weather, laid-back lifes...

Whoever invented the phrase 'you can't have your cake and eat it too' is wrong. Like many well-intentioned proverbs or ideals, the internet has killed it off. I love having my wife-shaped cake. Delicious. Dependable. Comforting. Like a Victoria sponge. Her reinvigorated, voracious sexual appetite in response to Molly upsetting our domestic balance has added an extra layer of cream, and she'd be the first to admit the emer...

After my wife discovered I hadn't been entirely honest with her about what happened with Molly in the car, things changed at home. She still doesn't know the extent of what went on, and I'm confident in my head that I’ve stayed strong—alright, ish—and haven't cheated on her. Though I guess it depends on the definition of ‘cheating’. To date, my son's girlfriend has cavorted herself in front of me, flashed me, let me shave...

If there was a prize for the highest number of inappropriate thoughts about my son’s girlfriend, I'd be on the podium. As I potter in the garden in the most pleasant British summer since the last one, I'm acutely aware of Molly watching me from the patio. All three of them are there—Molly, Aaron and Astrid—sipping drinks and chatting. Digging up yet another dandelion and hearing the pop of the tap root snapping rather tha...

“Baby, I’m leaving now. I’ll call you later to see how you are doing.” Mrs. McCall snatched her valise from the kitchen chair, then scooped her keys off the table. "Yeah, okay," came a mumbled reply. “I should be home around six tonight. Bye, Baby,” the well-dressed businesswoman called upstairs. Allen lay in bed with the blankets pulled up under his chin and listened to his mommy’s station wagon start and back out of the...

True to her word, my son's girlfriend put on a hell of a show for me last night. I've been a wreck all day replaying the sounds of them fucking in the room adjacent to ours, knowing that she knew I was listening. Unlike Friday night, where she'd been a little reserved with stifled moans and murmurs, last night she was very vocal. Very. “Oh baby, do you like my little bare slit? Isn't it pretty? I shaved it all for you. Go...

I walked into my apartment, furious at Mr. Habel for what I had endured on my first day on the job; everything was about sex. I showered and returned a call from my mom. "Becca, did you meet anyone famous?' she asked excitedly. "Um, no, Mom, not today," I said, holding back my tears. "Oh darn, how did it go?" She continued. "It went well, Mom; I got a contract for three movies, some commercials, and public appearances," I...

My mom came into my room and sat on my bed with a serious look on her face. My stepdad had been sick for a few weeks, and she had spent all of her time either at the hospital or at his doctor's office. "Becca, I have some bad news to share with you," she said somberly. "It's about Don?" I asked nervously. She replied, "Yes, my dear, Don has brain cancer, and I really don't know what's going to happen." She then began to c...

My son told me over the phone that this one’s a keeper, but it isn't until I open the front door to them both that I believe him. “Hey, Dad.” He steps over the threshold, gangly and towering over me, Lynx Africa wafting as we embrace, and I catch sight of her over his shoulder. Well, mostly her hair. Pink. So pink. The fading sun accents the highlights in her mane that tumbles messily and effortlessly over the low-cut cro...

The sting of guilt made my stomach churn as I waited for Jack. It had been just a couple of days since I had lost my virginity to Kent, and confusing emotions and feelings swirled inside of me until I decided to make amends with my boyfriend. After our last fight, I had bent first and apologized in a text. After a quick Facetime and some crying, I was finally back in his good graces, and it wasn't long after we had decide...

The door clicked shut behind her. She barely had time to turn around before he was already there—standing right in front of her. His hands found her back instantly, pulling her close as if he didn’t want to waste a single moment. His gaze burned into hers, filled with desire, before he gently slipped her jacket from her shoulders and let it fall carelessly to the floor, nudging it aside with his foot. Before she could tak...

Ella had spent her whole life being the good girl. Church on Sundays, straight-A student, the kind of girl parents trusted. She was raised to be modest, to wait, to ignore the attention her body brought her. She ignored the stares, turned away from temptation, smothered every dirty thought that dared creep into her mind. Then her body betrayed her. When she turned 16, rare hormonal condition started to bring unbearable pa...