Julie hummed along with the radio while she chopped onions, the knife thumping steady against the cutting board. It was almost seven, later than she usually started dinner, but Mark had been glued to some game all afternoon and she’d lost track of time scrolling on her phone, trying not to think too hard about everything. She’d thrown on the pale-yellow sundress she usually saved for weekend brunches—light cotton, little...

Here I am again, my diary open under this same old lamp, its light spilling across the pages like it’s trying to keep up with the heat of these memories, casting long shadows that dance like the flickers of desire I can’t shake. The house is dead quiet tonight, just the faint creak of the floorboards settling under the weight of all these secrets, and I’m propped up in bed, my nightgown bunched around my thighs because ev...

Oh, where do I even begin with all this? I suppose if I'm pouring my heart out here in this old diary, tucked away in the back of my nightstand drawer, it's because part of me wants someone to find it someday—maybe long after I'm gone, some curious stranger flipping through these pages and getting a peek into the wild, hidden corners of my life. Not the polished version I showed the world, but the real me, the one who thr...

The warm Caribbean breeze caressed Diane's skin as she reclined on the plush deck chair, sipping her fourth mojito of the afternoon. She closed her eyes, relishing the peaceful silence that had been so elusive back home. For months, Diane had felt like she was merely existing, going through the motions of daily life while her libido gathered dust in the recesses of her mind. Being a single mother of two teenage children h...

We get back to the hotel lobby, waiting for an elevator. The whole walk home was excruciating, my cock throbbing with desire to fuck my mom’s arsehole. My favourite part of a woman was her arse, and as long as I could remember, I’ve always wanted to fuck one. Here I am, waiting for this slow elevator, moments away from fucking one—not just anyone, but my mom. The anticipation was almost unbearable. The elevator doors open...

My residence hall room at the University of Texas was dark. It was the middle of the night as I lay on my dorm bed. My phone leaned against the pillow, playing Instagram reels which featured a sexy, mature woman doing yoga. A sports bra and skintight shorts clung to her curves, accentuating her lovely firm breasts and taut, round ass. She was incredibly well-maintained for a forty-four-year-old. My cock gave an involuntar...

It’s always been just my mom and me. All my life, we’ve been close. I’ve always felt like I could tell her everything. Except for one thing… Some time ago, right after turning 16, I started experimenting with my body. I’d wait until my mom left for work on the weekends and touch myself down there. See what felt good and what didn’t, what made me feel all tingly and what hurt. Sometimes I’d even watch porn; after figuring...

Abigail stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, scrutinising her reflections with a mix of dissatisfaction and lingering vanity. At 40, her blonde hair cascaded in soft waves to her shoulders, framing a face with sharp blue eyes that sparkled like polished sapphires. She was petite, just 5 feet 1 inch, which made her 32C breasts seem even more pronounced, firm and perky despite the years, with nipples tha...

We were sitting by the lake. It was a hot day in mid-August, almost a year after I first smelled a pair of her panties. I sat on a rock and threw small pebbles into the water. Mom was wearing this gorgeous light blue sundress. She had on black flip flops, and I could see her dainty toes with the blue polish on them, and I could see her ankles, her legs, so radiant they shined in the afternoon sun. We sat in silence for a...

Sienna's mom sat in the plush armchair, her naked body on full display in the dimly lit room. The soft fabric of the chair felt cool against her skin, a stark contrast to the warmth that radiated from between her legs. As she pleasured herself, her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and sensations, each one more intense than the last. Her fingers moved with practiced precision, her palm grinding against her clit as she plun...

The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over Sienna's backyard. She lay on a comfortable sunlounger, her body clad in a skimpy bikini that accentuated her tanned skin and toned physique. As she basked in the heat of the day, her mind wandered back to the recent events that had so dramatically altered her world. Her interactions with Grace had awakened something within her, a desire that she had never known...

I was twenty-two years old when I first slept with my mother. It was a surreal and completely unexpected experience. It began with a phone call from my Aunt Doreen. She broke the news that Great Aunt Judy was in the hospital and unlikely to pull through. Mum was visibly upset and made immediate plans to visit Judy, who lived in Hastings, a seaside town on the English Sussex coast. Dad was away on business, and Mum didn’t...

Rebecca hummed along to the old rock tune playing on the radio as she chopped vegetables in the kitchen. Her kitchen was a sanctuary, filled with the aroma of simmering stew and the comforting sizzle of garlic. She was lost in her own world, preparing dinner for the family, her mind racing through the day's to-do list. Suddenly, a voice pierced the air, "Mom!" It was Jason, her sixteen-year-old son, calling out from his r...