The lead up to the first half is true, but thereafter it’s (unfortunately) just fiction. I’ve more or less turned my wife into a slut to some degree, mostly when we’ve been away from home

My wife and I split up two years ago, when my stepdaughter Amy was a smart little girl, but I still had a habit of coming over to the house and seeing her every Saturday

I would usually wait at my boyfriend’s house for him to come out of soccer practice, watching TV or playing pool with his dad while he waited. One day his dad was teaching me how

Cindy texted me at the end of the shift and then she told me to give her a half hour before calling her. I did and she gave me directions to her house. She didn’t

Introduction: “I’m sorry, m-ma’am,” she managed to hiss through clenched teeth. She didn’t try to touch her again, partly out of a horny, masochistic fear, and partly because the subtle brush of her wrists and

Rachel has changed more in the last three weeks than I could imagine, more and more interesting with the neighbors. After Rachel and I ate 4 with Randy and Dean, Kay stopped by to say