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Daddy loves his boat. Sometimes we thought he loved it more than Mommy and me. It is a 34 foot Chris Craft. He bought it new about three years ago and keeps it in a slip in Mission Bay. He named it 'Hubby's Hideaway'. He tells everyone about it

​The inspiration for the story: Katrina was tying her hair up in the back in to a loose drooping bun with lots of strands left hanging. She also let her bangs fall over her forehead so they fell just above her eyebrows

Author's note: This is a resubmission of a love story between two best friends that happen to be parent and child. I've changed small pieces of the story. There are other non-incest themes in this story

I opened the letter from my aunt and read with amusement as it announced a family reunion. The reunion was to be held at a scout camp and would be a rustic retreat and a chance for us to renew old families ties

'Up there,' and Gus pointed to what appeared to be a row of large mirrors on the first floor, 'are the viewing rooms.' He smiled at the young woman's frown. 'They're one-way glass,' he said. 'Not mirrors

I woke with a start to a tub of cold water. Mary Ann opened her eyes as well and began to shiver. “Let’s get you out of the tub and dried off little girl,” I said. I wrapped her in a towel and pulled her close to warm her up

Yukio's Adventures Part 5 ** This is the fifth story in this series. To really understand what she is doing I suggest you read the other four chapter's first, but it is not essential. This chapter has some kinky sex and some genuine love making

Dear Reader, This is the continuation of a narrative that began with “A Couple’s Play Day” and “A Couple’s Play Day Part 2 – Consequences and Exploration” you may want to read those chapters if you have not already done so

Life is full of opportunities to fuck, especially other men's wives. Just take advantage of them. Bob and Sara had moved to our small town three years ago, but had made few friends except for my wife and I

The Secret Life of Emily (Part Two) “My God you re such a little snitch Cassie, you wouldn’t dare tell Mum and Dad.” Stormed Emily to her sister. “Oh I really would Em.” Smiled Cassie

I stood there leaning up against the front fender of Shelly's van. She was sitting behind the wheel, She was about as perverted as I was. We had become good friends through the years, and we had shared alot of stories about ourselves, with one another

Folks, if the formatting has gone to hell in the transition, my apologies July 1st. Molly Malone's Irish pub, Helsinki. I was there with someone I had met on msn - we were (are) both in our (then early) 40s. We met at 5p.m

My life had been a complete bore these last two years, since my wife died. Here I am, a 50 year old man, who works way too much, lives alone, and has not had a need to date. It’s not that I miss companionship, but the thought of finding someone to date, seems to be monumental at my age

My first thoughts were of Bryan as I sat up in bed and looked around. I was still naked and I had been sleeping on top of the covers. It was broad daylight and most likely close to noon judging by the brightness of the tiny stateroom

“Mr. Rolen!” shouted Amy when she recognized her father’s buddy and co-worker. She was attending her university’s job fair and had noticed the company her father worked at represented. “Amy? Ha no way,” Bill Rolen responded. He stepped over to embrace her