“Bye,” shouted Mom as she and Dad left for the airport. The door closed behind them, and the house was silent. I loved my parents, but at twenty I enjoyed having the house to myself, not that I was completely alone. My sister, Emily, who had not long turned eighteen, hadn’t gone with them. We’d already agreed, however, to keep out of each other’s way. Fine with me. “You only want to go in your room and watch porn anyway,”...

"That's what you're wearing to the party?" Luna asked as I came out of the bathroom. I was staying at her house for the weekend. "It's my favorite color," I answered, smiling. "You don't like it?" "It's a great dress," she replied. "For a board meeting. But we're talking about your own bachelorette party. Did you take your Mom shopping with you?" My parents were conservative people. I often got some good-natured ribbing a...

Unlike Gordon, I felt little remorse from our deception. After all, I'd purposely set out to seduce my father-in-law. But even as our relationship steered into deeper, more treacherous waters, shame eluded me. I figured that prior to our affair, Gordon had considered himself an honorable man, and a good husband and father. But me? I'd never made much effort to convince myself of my own decency. Maybe a flawed character wa...

Heyyy, my name's Ollie, and this story begins when I had just finished university and was in my early twenties. All my life, I had done whatever my parents had told me. Growing up, I had always concentrated on my studies and never had time for parties. Being only 5 foot 8 tall and scrawny, I never had much luck with girls anyway. At university, I managed to sleep with a few women, but that was few and far between, and onl...

It was my last business meeting before going home. I’m an area Sales Manager, and a pub in London had been having some delivery difficulties, so it was my job to try to get this resolved. I didn’t anticipate any real problems and as the bar was between my office and the railway station, I was happy to walk there and hopefully head home early. All I was interested in was making sure I was at the correct place as this was a...

The weekend after my first totally uninhibited tryst with my friend, I was invited to his ex’s birthday party, which took place at the flat they still shared. I got there early, a bag full of food—and dressed to kill (as per her request). As soon as my friend saw me, he called me Mrs. Addams, which was his way of saying he found me sexy. He was busy assembling an X-cross; all attendees belonged to the BDSM community, and...

Vouloir, c'est pouvoir (To want to is to be able to) Balore is a lovely town of 40 thousand people, surrounded by some of the most beautiful landscapes in New England. In the spring, pine and evergreen trees ring-fence the small city in a wave of vibrant color. The college rests like a crown jewel near the center of town, with a healthy business district adjacent. Local folks here were incredibly friendly; most work for e...

“I just knew this was gonna be boring,” Dorothy said with a sigh. “Why do you have to come to these parties every year?” “He’s my boss, hon,” said Mike. “I don’t like these parties any more than you, but he’s a jerk about things like this. Sorry. We’ll leave at the first opportunity, I promise.” “Yeah, yeah. Sure we will.” They smiled at each other and decided to make the best of it. After an hour or so, Dorothy and Mike...

He saw her at a cocktail party, standing across the room in a green gown that dipped down in the back to just above the crack in her perfect ass, and hugged hips that begged to be grasped. No bra, no panties, he thought as his cock twitched. Maybe this corporate shindig wouldn’t be so bad after all. He’d nearly skipped it but was told that the new CEO would be making an appearance, and he didn’t want to miss out on making...

I don’t have the kind of parents a girl can bring a girlfriend home to. Neither does Dara. What she does have is a very close and active group of friends who hold a biweekly “Bitch Night.” Which I’m now invited to. Dara issued this invitation over breakfast in the course of a few casual sentences, and I accepted, all before I had the chance to realize quite how huge a deal this was. Or, in Dara’s estimation, before I had...

My husband, James, and I have hosted an annual Fourth of July BBQ and house party for as long as I can remember. It’s a tradition that brings together friends, family, and acquaintances, and each year becomes livelier as fresh faces join us. About five years ago, I started noticing a curious trend: James would disappear toward the end of the night, often with one of the guests he’d personally invited. We’ve always had an...