I’d reached my late 40s, single & childless after having gone through a divorce about seven years ago. I hadn’t hooked up with anyone since. I’d lost the appetite for the chase, the work involved, the complications that develop in most women my age, which had partly led to the end of my marriage in the first place. I was still waiting for my desire for young girls to transform into an appetite for women closer to my own a...

I don’t think I had any masturbatory fantasies about anyone else for weeks. I relived the bathroom fantasy that I had a couple of months ago almost daily. Ever since I heard my friend Gary’s 20-year-old daughter, Kate, whom I had known all my life, upstairs at their house in the shower, I could think of little else. I had been able to hold out from climaxing a little further into my fantasy each time I daydreamed about he...

I was developing an obsession with my friend Gary’s 20-year-old daughter, Kate, whom I had known from birth. She still lived at home with her two younger brothers, even though she was in her second year at university studying psychology. I didn’t see them often, but a couple of weeks after the last time I visited, Kate had told me she was getting a new car. I thought about texting her on the pretext of requesting a pictur...

I awoke the next morning around 9 a.m. with the sun streaming in through the cracks in my curtains. I was utterly exhausted and hungover. My conscience was sitting uneasily on my shoulders after what I had done with Cathy the night before. I thought about Kate seeing me leave Cathy’s room. How long had she been there? What had she heard? Had it upset her? Did she give a shit? It was her suggestion in the first place about...