Around Christmas time the spirit and the mood is perfect to organise these little private evenings with your friends . You know what I mean , you invite around 4 to 8 people , and you play some funny but mostly naughty games , like there is strip poker and spin the bottle , and lets not forget , the most favourite game all time : Truth or dare ! Who hasn't played that before ? Having to tell the truth to those annoying pr...

I clutched my bag and hopped up onto the teal porch, avoiding the steps. I rang the doorbell frantically, knowing that I was late again. I have always prided myself with how early I was for everything, but over the past few weeks I was a bit scatterbrained and couldn't show up on time for anything. I could hear the shrill ringing of the doorbell through the oak doors. They were soon accompanied by familiar heavy footsteps...

(NOTE:  This is part 3 of 4 parts and the incest is back)It was easy to spot Amanda at the terminal.   I know it’s a cliché but she was even prettier in person.   She was wearing a simple knee length sleeveless dress with a big V opening down the chest and crisscrossing bands down the back.   She seemed to have a good size bust, perhaps C cups.   She was average height, slim and with a pretty face with long hair in a pony...

(Note:  This is part 2 of 4 parts and while this one does not contain any Incest, the overall story still fits into this category).  Marsha sounded distraught on the phone.    She was going back to California this afternoon but had apparently just had a big confrontation with her mother.   She asked me to come over.   In fact, her wording was “you’d better get here quick”.    I decided whatever it was I had to be there an...

Back in the day, the early 1980's to be precise, I was badly in need. In need of a job, to be more specific. These were times of prosperity for most. The Dow had recently hit 2000, which was a record. The economy was booming and would continue to do so throughout most of the decade. Everyone and everything seemed to be doing great, except for me. Being the remarkably perceptive dude he was, my friend Rich sensed my need f...

  Ms Marca My Best Friends Dad   Part 5   By Ms Marca   The trade show was over and I just had dinner with Bert and the other company people and Bert informed me that he and I were out of here and on the Southwest flight by 10 in the morning. “Marca no late night shit tonight get packed and be in the lobby at 8, oh I’ll have you a check for you when we get back to Fort Worth .” I just nod and after dinner I cut out before...

Chapter Three.     There was no point in pretending anymore, Robert’s studies were going to hell in a hand basket. There was also, no point in pretending that he wasn’t enjoying himself. But, and it was proving to be a big but, he was having doubts about the women he met through his adverts.   His initial advert in the shop window had been superseded with a flashier, more colourful card. It brought a few enquiries, but wa...

Elaine said, "Greg, first of all, I am your mother and you are my son. Second, I am not a whore.  I'm a professional courtesan.  Do you understand the difference?"The powerfully built young man stood before her in the kitchen, his hands shoved into the back pockets of his blue jeans, his bare feet making nervous little movements on the expensive tile floor."Greg, I chose my career because I knew that I could be very good...

Freaky is only the beginning now!!! Good to see you back and reading about this increasingly bizarre life of mine! When I wrote you last, I was one step away from beginning my life as a paid woman of pleasure. My sister had taught me everything I knew, and she'd brought me along for my first paid gig, as part of a fantasy lesbian romp. I was portraying young Lady Katherine, known to all and sundry as Kitty, and Lady Lilli...

When she emerged from the shadowy side street to Wilson Blvd.,  she hesitated for a split second, before continuing to he corner, where she turned right and leisurely sauntered past the drugstore entrance. Once past the doors she shopped and took up her position next to the doors, leaning against the building. She did not smile at the men as they walked past her, but she made a one second long eye contact with each, which...

The coffee at this restaurant was said to be good, and it might be for someone used to the usual American coffee. I am from Europe, and I am used to GOOD coffee. My favorite is Mocha Java, the coffee I brew at home. Most visitors gladly accept the mini carafe of hot water I serve them with their cup of coffee so they can dilute the taste and the color.But Freddie and I were not here for the coffee. We had just met at the...

John Walker was not a small man but he was almost dwarfed by the company's CEO. John always had a little squeamish feeling when he talked with Mr. Offenbach. As a fairly tall man himself he was not used to look up to someone else's eyes and therefore he was always slightly irked by the fact that he had to do so when he had to talk to Offenbach while standing. Jim Offenbach skillfully steered the conversation to the object...

The man and the young woman were holding hands as they were leisurely walking to the baggage claim area. Many eyes followed them, which was understandable. The man was tall and wide shouldered with just a hint of a distant black relative in his face. Most people would assume him to be about 45 years old, and they would be just one year off. His name was George.The lady at his side could almost, but not quite, be called pe...

I knew the female's voice. I was absolutely certain. But somehow I could not believe what my ears told me; all she had said was 'Here is four hundred'. That was enough to tell me who spoke the words. What was my wife doing here? She was supposed to be at a hen party tonight and this was not a hen party. This was the Grand Hotel where most of the conventions took place.The man's voice I was not familiar with, it was new to...