It was the morning of December 21 as Chad Nichols and his family
prepared for the arrival of his aunt, Liz. Liz was his father's
sister whom Chad hadn't seen in twelve years, when he was only six years
old. Even though she was his aunt, she was only eight years older than
him. When he was a baby, she treated him more like her own kid than just a
Liz hadn't seen her brother and his family in many years, ever since
she and her parents moved across the country to Oregon. This Christmas
though was very special. Liz's father, Chad's grandfather, had passed
away over the summer and that had drained her emotionally. The only
medicine she thought would help would be a visit to the family she had
missed so dearly. It had been a month since this Christmas visit was
"Harvey, you don't know how much we appreciate you doing this for us," Sandra said on one of her passes. My sister was flitting frantically about the house, while her husband dutifully took their luggage out to the taxi. My offer to help had been refused in order that I could listen to my sister's rambling but apparently important instructions.
"This is where we'll be staying," she said, thrusting a print-out at me. "If there are any problems, and I mean any problems, call us there. The number's on the page. Well, actually, that's the reservation line. Oh dear. Here, let me just get you the number for reception."
"Honey," her husband interrupted, "The taxi's waiting. Harvey is a grown man. He can figure it out."
I watched my sister in detached amusement. I'm not sure what warrant
My wife and I are closet perverts. Secretly, she wants to be a freak outside of the bedroom, and I secretly want her to be one as well. There are many things that turn her on, little scenarios and day dreams during sex that we talk about or act out but that’s as far as they are allowed. My wife has been closeted most of her life, never really looked at pornography, or watched porn videos, or had many thoughts beyond sex in the first place.
I was her first, and I introduced her to the openness we explore in our bedroom fantasies. These include mild bondage, blindfolding, humiliation, and pillow talk about partner swapping, threesomes and group sex. Topics also touched on are her fucking another man or woman while I watched, videotaping us having sex and posting it on the internet, and
Growing up in the same neighbourhood as Amy Jones and Samantha Williams, he'd known them from a distance since they were both knee-high to a grasshopper. But he couldn't remember a single time when the two of them were not together.
If either of them had been in the least bit plain, they would have drawn snide comments from other schoolchildren about their sexuality, no doubt, perhaps even earning nicknames suggesting that their closeness went beyond mere friendship.
But they were far from plain – Amy with her long golden hair and big green eyes, a few sweet freckles on her otherwise perfect face; Samantha with her long mousy hair, a little more demure than her blonde friend but just as breathtakingly attractive. As a result – and the fact that their parents were on the wealthy sid
The whole of the next day, Harry was simply buzzing around school. He felt different, somehow - more confident, as though his big night had given him some new kind of authority or verification of life.
He felt energized through class, and even though he found his mind wandering during the quiet moments, back to thoughts of lying with Samantha Williams, he actually found on the whole that his mind was sharper than it had ever been.
He suspected it was something to do with the sudden complete absence of silly, niggling insecurities he had always carried along throughout school - concerns about what people thought of him, what girls thought of him, what the future heralded.
During morning break, he was given a funny look by Greg, Amy's boyfriend, which made him wonder how much Saman
*** Friday: Morning ***
The next morning, I woke up early and got in the shower. The stream of hot water massaged my back, and my senses slowly re-engaged. I didn't feel as guilty about the night before as I thought I would, and I feared that I was becoming too accustomed to the way the two of us were blurring our moral boundaries. Maybe now that Mary-Kate had found sexual relief, the pressure would be off to go any further.
I wondered if perhaps ... Wait! What was that? I thought for a second that I heard the bathroom door open, but when I stopped scrubbing and focused my hearing, the room beyond the shower curtain sounded empty. I returned to soaping myself.
I wondered if perhaps last night had been the first time she had been so intimate with a guy. The way she talked, she see
Saturday mornings felt like being wrapped up in a warm, snuggly blanket
on an icy cold winter's night. They are the sanctuary for the weekday
weary, and for Sarah it meant she could rouse from her `slumber of the
dead' a couple of hours later than usual. It was a lovely feeling, being
relaxed and totally at peace with the world. She stretched out her tired,
weary limbs under the big soft duvet and smiled; it felt like floating on a
fluffy white cloud. Five days of the week, the pressures of academia
sucked the life from her body, until she would finally collapse from mental
exhaustion each Friday evening. Saturday morning was like being born
again, in theory anyway.
With a reluctant sigh, Sarah shuffled out of bed naked, navigated her
way across the laundry strewn flo
Gene’s divorce was finalized early in January and since then he’s been devastated. When he first found out that his wife Courtney was cheating on him Gene fell to pieces. For 15 years Courtney and Gene seemed like they were a very loving couple. Both married at the age of 20 after being High School sweethearts. This was not the happy ending that is told in story tales or romantic comedies. Courtney never thought the affair that she was having would lead to her husband divorcing her.
Courtney was in her mid thirties and wanted to get back into shape and her husband Gene had suggested taking yoga lessons to get her flexibility back as well as lose about 20lbs. When Courtney started taking classes she noticed how beautiful her instructor was. Pamela was in her late 20’s and was a stunnin
Grandpa's ranch butted up against a big swatch of National Forest. He used to say he didn't know for sure where his property stopped and the federal land began, so he never farmed too close to the forest. Every August, Aunts, Uncles, and every flavor of cousin from first or second to those once or twice removed descended for a weekend family reunion that required a scorecard and a degree in genealogy to sort out how everyone was related.
Depending on your clan, the annual Gallagher-McGee Family Reunion was referred to as the Camp Grandpa's, Camp Reunion, or simply as Camp. Though my sister and I had started college, it was still a mandatory weekend of family together time. Worse, my sister and I (along with a few other cousins) were expected to arrive the day before the reunion starte
"Dylan is grounded for two weeks."
"Grounded? Isn't he a bit old to be grounded?"
"Mom found a bag of pot in his room and she went nuts. She wanted to turn it over to the cops to teach him a lesson. Dad came up with the idea of grounding Dylan instead. He can't go anywhere and none of his friends can come over. He's got a long list of projects to do around the house."
I sighed. I had been looking forward to talking with Alex, but my sister Emily was embarrassing me in front of her long-time best friend. I continued brushing our pool and pretended to not hear my sister talking.
Alex was a tall, thin beauty with shoulder-length light brown hair. This was my favorite time of year to talk with her. She was incredibly smart and incredibly driven. Saturday, she would graduate valedi
There are some things that you're forced to do when you're young that
you dread. For me, it used to be the annual journey I would have to make
with my folks to visit my Aunt Nancy and Uncle Doug each summer. The
visits only lasted four or five days but to me they seemed to be never
ending, and it was an annual event through the late 60's and 70's for us.
I was an only child, and my mother's sister and her husband were
childless, so while my mother yakked incessantly with her sister and my old
man played cards on the back porch with Uncle Doug, I had to make do with
playing a game I made up behind their garage, where I would throw my ball
up onto the sloped roof and catch it when it came down.
It's one of those things you do for hours when you're a kid, but as the