I have the utmost respect and admiration for my older brother, Mitch. He held our family together at a critical time in our history, and he was only 16 years old. We grew up in a dysfunctional family. Mitch is the oldest of the siblings. Our father was a sloppy drunk who bailed on the family when we were young. He was there in the physical sense, but that was it. No emotional or financial support whatsoever. Our mother wo...

Hello. My name is Carrie, and I’m a cumaholic. I wasn’t always an addict. It all started when I was nineteen years old. His name was Scott. We met in high school and became good friends. We began hanging out together because of our common interests. Specifically, automobiles. My father and brothers were car nuts, and I guess it rubbed off on me. Scott loved classic Mustangs. When we met, he was working to restore a 1970 M...

I’m a 60-something woman who has always lived a straight-laced, conservative (one might even say inhibited) lifestyle. However, for one brief moment in time, I threw caution to the wind and let my inhibitions run wild. It has left a lasting impression on my mind that I will take to my grave. I hope my story will be of interest to your readers. I’m from a large metropolitan city in the southwest region of the country. At t...