Fruit Stories

Chrissie was sitting in the kitchen with her two friends, sipping her coffee and swapping ‘crap husband’ stories. “He’s always so bloody tired.” moaned Wendy, “He gets home, eats his dinner and then falls asleep in front of the television. And when we go to bed I don’t even get a cuddle, let alone a good, hard shag.” “Tell me about it!” chipped in Marie. “My hubbie hasn’t given me a good night in ages. I’m beginning to th...

Sex and the Extended Family: Part 1 I was never one to keep a diary because nothing ever happened to me that was worth writing about. Nothing exciting ever happened in our farming community. At least nothing that I was aware of before the night my brother fucked my brains out. I started this diary the next day. My brother Carl and I had always been very close, closer than most brothers and sisters ever become. We had alwa...