- Frustration - We started as pen-pals, sharing our love for reading and writing dirty stories and fantasies. We happened to click over our shared kinks. Missy and I met on a popular online platform for erotica about a year ago. As it turns out, her ex-husband couldn't handle her sex drive- she was bored. My wife can't handle mine- I am bored. Our online interactions attempt to fill that void- giving us an outlet while al...

We have a five year old boy, Kurt Jr. We call him Junior for short, since it became traumatizing when Carmen would yell at one of us. It's a bit risky when she is screaming my name in bed. It's also really weird when she calls me Daddy and Junior, Kurt. I'm confused just thinking about it. All we need now is a dog named Carmen. Anyway, Junior is a wild child with ADHD and an overactive thyroid. This little pot licker woul...

My sister called twice before I had even left the house. “What if you break your ankle and nobody finds you until April, Sophie?” she asked. Her nagging voice in my head had made her a passenger on the ride over to the trailhead. Kenzi was always protective of me, despite hiking on my own every week for the last 20 years. I love my big sister, but she can be a bit much sometimes. I started hiking at 8, when my family had...

December 7th, 2002 -Jake- We lived on a 120-acre tree farm in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. We were a good 15 miles outside a small town, and it was probably the worst place to live if you preferred to be around people. Even visiting our neighbors was a solid half-mile hike, and in the winter, you could forget it. You could sled down the hill, I suppose, but you weren't coming back the same way. I loved riding my bike...