Life with Cousin Eileen
My cousin Eileen and I are the same age. Our moms are sisters and I guess they
had some kind of bet going on about getting pregnant. Eileen and I were born
two weeks apart.
Because of the screwed up calendar year our local school district used, Eileen
and I got held back a year when we were enrolled in kindergarten. That meant
that now we were of legal age and could vote while we were both still seniors
in high school. And that in and of itself had advantages, but that’s another story
best told at a later time.
It was right after Christmas that my mom dropped the bomb shell on me. Dad had
been assigned to a high paying position in Indonesia and we were all going with
him.
'No way,' I protested. 'I’m in my last year of high school and you want to drag
me off to some third world country? No way!”
'Frankie, be reasonable. What are we supposed to do? Dad has to take this job
or he’ll lose all his seniority.' She ran her hand through my hair, but I
pulled away from her. I wasn’t going to make this easy on anybody.
After the holidays I went back to school. I couldn’t concentrate on anything
other than how terrible life was about to become. When I bumped into cousin
Eileen I told her what was happening.
“No shit! Are you kidding me? Indonesia? That is totally bullshit, man.'
I shrugged. 'Yeah, I know. It’s a done deal though.'
Eileen gave me a quick grin. 'Hey, on the bright side I hear hookers are
plentiful and cheap over there!' She flashed a smile and punched my arm softly.
'Keep your chin up Cuz. Ya never know how things are gonna turn out.'
Sometime during the next few days there was a family meeting that I wasn’t
invited to. When I saw Eileen in school the meeting she was smiling.
'Hey Dude. Did you get the news?'
I turned toward her. 'What news?'
She laughed out loud. Why, you’re moving in with me man!'
I shook my head. 'What?'
'I said, you’re moving in with me and my folks. Our moms got together and
worked it all out. You’re going to live at our house until we go off to college
in the Fall. Isn’t that bitchin?'
I was totally dumb-struck. Isn’t life just grand?
A month later my mom and dad were gone, our home was leased out and I moved
into the basement/rec room at Eileen’s house.
I was busy putting my clothes in the closet and dresser drawers when Eileen
walked in.
I hadn’t mentioned this before, but Eileen is a knockout. She’s around 5’8' and
maybe 125 pounds. Her hair is short, sort of like a boys cut, but not that
short. She’s got long legs, the kind that go straight up to her ass, which I
might mention is round and firm. And her tits, oh-my-God. They are perfect.
Thirty-sixes if an inch. Just looking at her usually gave me a boner. Damn, I
so would like to fuck her.
'So Frankie, you getting settled in okay?'
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Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Love is the Drug: Sex is the only addiction I have left
Love
is the Drug
Sex
is the only addiction I have left
I started drinking when I was way too young. By the time I hit the legal drinking age, I had already been to rehab twice. When I got to 21, I was sober if sober is defined as “does not drink alcohol, but in order to not drink alcohol, frequently abuses every manner of illicit substances.” Yeah. I was sober.
Needless to say, I was a black sheep. My family was wealthy and the rehab didn’t put them in some dire financial strain. But my parents always threatened to not give me any support as an adult. At first this scared me, but then I found it to be a blessing. Rich kids who grow up with their trust funds, as fun as that may be, also might miss out on any discipline. It might sound funny to hear about the cultivation of discipline from an addict of every drug you’ve probably every tried, or thought about trying, or would absolutely never try for fear of becoming like me… but I am actually a fairly disciplined individual.
I turned my years of addiction into something a little more than depravity by becoming an artist. I’m not saying being an artist excuses the pursuit of suffering. Don’t just let yourself fuck up because it’ll give you insight. But if you have fucked up, you better get some insight out of it. And with that little bit of internal growth, make something out of it. I became a sculptor, and by the time I was 24 I was making a very good living off of it. I don’t want to brag about my salary. Not that the money mattered that much. I could have afforded the drugs I liked best on way less.
When I was 30, I cleaned up. Thank god. I would be dead if I hadn’t. My girlfriend, Emma, love of my life, told me that if I didn’t get sober then I would only get to date her for another year. Because after that, I’d be in the ground. And she didn’t want to fuck the ground. The theory she was throwing at me wasn’t the convincing part, it was the knife she was brandishing as she told me she was certain I’d be dead in a year. And then the fucking she rewarded my sobriety with.
This woman could make the Pope swear off little boys. If she wasn’t such an intoxicating woman, it would have been much, much harder for me to get off my other drugs. But she took me into our bedroom and told me that we could only fuck on days that I was clean. And if I didn’t fuck her one day, then she would find someone else who would. I had already gotten high that day, and so she said I had already earned a punishment.
She went out and within 45 minutes came back with a man I thought even I couldn’t beat up. I’m not huge, but I’ve been in a lot of violent situations and fancy myself cool under that kind of pressure. Experience alone can sometimes get you
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The Good Doctor: A middle aged man finds new love for life with a young lady.
The Good Doctor
The situation I am in now, its wild because not only do I not know how it is going to turn out. I am not really sure I know how I want it to turn out. I really have the best of both worlds. I just turned 46, my ophthalmology practice is doing well, not just well, thriving. I finally for the first time really don't have to worry about money. I have two good kids, Marsha and Bradley, 11 and 7, both are well behaved and do well in school. My wife Patricia is doing well in her position as an engineering consult with Conoco, and we have a great, not too big 4 bedroom, 2.5 bath two story home out in suburbia. The weather is great in North Carolina much of the time, and I recently took up running and have noticed my little middle aged paunch is receding, much like my hairline, but it is still thick where it is so with hair gel, I am a pretty decent looking guy. Not hot or handsome, but I like what I see in the mirror.
Of course, I had almost all of that, sans the running 3 years ago when I often felt so uninterested in life I actually considered offing myself. In the end having kids would always have stopped me, but I did think about it. I wasn't depressed mind you, just completely disengaged. So what has changed? Why do I smile at the mirror now instead of frown? Because in reality only 1 thing makes a man truly content with life.
Regular sexual interaction that gets him off. Now I have that, and my stress is gone, I have pep in my step, and I find myself curious again about life. I am reading books again, I started taking an auto class at the community college to finally learn how to do minor upkeep on my own damn car, and I really enjoy it. I was always good with my hands. So what caused the change do you ask? What is the 'catch?' The sexual interactions are not with my wife. To tell you the truth, I think she knows. She has to have noticed the change in my attitude. She knows me well, and knows men well.
Patricia has been pretty much sexless since our son was born. When I really think back on it, she never really was all that into it. When we dated in college we didn't consummate until our 9th date, and we never had that phase people talk about where they fuck every 10 minutes. I knew what I was even in high school, I was the slightly unathletic smart guy. Not brilliant to go to Goldman Sachs or anything, but a good brain in my head. I was normal looking, of English and French decent, and about 5' 10". When I first asked out Patricia who was my lab partner in zoology, she was pretty shy and introverted. She is a little less now, but it is still her base. But she is very pretty in the face. High cheekbones, close set eyes, small nose. Very classically pretty, and though the look didn't particularly turn me on, nor did her thin figure, I knew she was probably hotter than I was ever destined to get so I hung on.
I don't mean to come off as completely shallow, I did enjoy being with her then, and still do now. She was a big nerdy sci fi fan and we both loved Star Wars. In fact early on that was kind of what got us talking in depth the first time. I remember when the prequels came out, she and I camped over night. It is the last time I really remember her being excited WITH me. Too bad she didn't enjoy Episode 1, it
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The situation I am in now, its wild because not only do I not know how it is going to turn out. I am not really sure I know how I want it to turn out. I really have the best of both worlds. I just turned 46, my ophthalmology practice is doing well, not just well, thriving. I finally for the first time really don't have to worry about money. I have two good kids, Marsha and Bradley, 11 and 7, both are well behaved and do well in school. My wife Patricia is doing well in her position as an engineering consult with Conoco, and we have a great, not too big 4 bedroom, 2.5 bath two story home out in suburbia. The weather is great in North Carolina much of the time, and I recently took up running and have noticed my little middle aged paunch is receding, much like my hairline, but it is still thick where it is so with hair gel, I am a pretty decent looking guy. Not hot or handsome, but I like what I see in the mirror.
Of course, I had almost all of that, sans the running 3 years ago when I often felt so uninterested in life I actually considered offing myself. In the end having kids would always have stopped me, but I did think about it. I wasn't depressed mind you, just completely disengaged. So what has changed? Why do I smile at the mirror now instead of frown? Because in reality only 1 thing makes a man truly content with life.
Regular sexual interaction that gets him off. Now I have that, and my stress is gone, I have pep in my step, and I find myself curious again about life. I am reading books again, I started taking an auto class at the community college to finally learn how to do minor upkeep on my own damn car, and I really enjoy it. I was always good with my hands. So what caused the change do you ask? What is the 'catch?' The sexual interactions are not with my wife. To tell you the truth, I think she knows. She has to have noticed the change in my attitude. She knows me well, and knows men well.
Patricia has been pretty much sexless since our son was born. When I really think back on it, she never really was all that into it. When we dated in college we didn't consummate until our 9th date, and we never had that phase people talk about where they fuck every 10 minutes. I knew what I was even in high school, I was the slightly unathletic smart guy. Not brilliant to go to Goldman Sachs or anything, but a good brain in my head. I was normal looking, of English and French decent, and about 5' 10". When I first asked out Patricia who was my lab partner in zoology, she was pretty shy and introverted. She is a little less now, but it is still her base. But she is very pretty in the face. High cheekbones, close set eyes, small nose. Very classically pretty, and though the look didn't particularly turn me on, nor did her thin figure, I knew she was probably hotter than I was ever destined to get so I hung on.
I don't mean to come off as completely shallow, I did enjoy being with her then, and still do now. She was a big nerdy sci fi fan and we both loved Star Wars. In fact early on that was kind of what got us talking in depth the first time. I remember when the prequels came out, she and I camped over night. It is the last time I really remember her being excited WITH me. Too bad she didn't enjoy Episode 1, it
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I Got My Girl: best friends confessing their love for each other, with a very hot ending
I Got My Girl
"Come on. We don't have to make out. It's just a small kiss. I want to try it out."
I sigh and look at my best friend since 4th grade. She was gorgeous, brown hair, brown eyes, white smile. She was straight. Me? I was gay. She knows this. We were in the middle of a sleepover when she had brought up kissing a girl. I've had a crush on her since I realized I liked girls. Once I told her, she was accepting and caring. But she didn't realize all I wanted to do was kiss her. Now, we're 18 and she wanted to kiss me. She sat cross legged across from me in her short pajama shorts and a spaghetti strap cami on her bed. I bite my lip and sigh.
"I don't know Meg. Your-your my best friend. If I kiss you..."
She cuts me off with a hand on my knee. Her fingers drifting under my basketball shorts for a moment. She scoots closer and my heart beats a little faster. My eyes flicker to her lips as she shoots me a small smile.
"Listen Sammy. It's just one kiss. We'll always be best friends. Nothing will change that. I promise."
I let out a sigh as she uses my nickname. I look up to her eyes and shoot her a playful smile. Making my decision.
"Okay. But I'm a good kisser. Don't be offended if I have to push you off of me."
She laughs and nods her head.
"I promise I won't be."
I smile and raise my hand up to her cheek. Her smile fades and she licks her lips. That was hot. I lean in. I press my lips to hers and I hear her let out a soft gasp. It took all I had not to let out the same gasp. Thank god I didn't say no to kissing her. I mean just look at what I would've been missing! I kiss her a little harder and she moans so quietly, I could barely hear it. I move my other hand up to her other cheek and tease her by moving my tongue across her bottom lip. She parts her lips for my tongue but I kiss her one last time and pull away. She opens her eyes slowly. I'm surprised by the look in her eyes; hunger. Pure hunger. I shake off the look she was giving me and give her another playful smile.
"So, you thinking about switching te-"
She leans forward and kisses me hard. I let out a surprised gasp and she pushes me back against the headboard of her bed. She moves her hands to my face and pulls me deeper into the kiss. This was a different kiss. This kiss felt loving yet filled with lust. I moan softly and run my hands down her back. She shivers and climbs on top of my lap. What were we doing? I said one kiss and now we were making out and she was sitting on top of me? And very effectively turning me on, I must add. I move my hands to her shoulders and reluctantly push her back. We definitely
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Sexting: husband starts an affair
Sexting...
husband
starts an affair
It's not that he didn't have a sex life, but more along the lines that it was extremely boring. There was no excitement. John enjoyed the chase leading up to sex, teasing and being tease, and foreplay. His wife on the other hand liked none of that. If they were going to have sex, he would have to get on top do his business and get off or on occasion his wife would ride him. On rare occasions he would get jerked off, and blow jobs were out of the question. Colleen would rarely let him finger her let alone let him eat her out. She was a prude, and sadly he didn't know that until they were married. One night she got a little too drunk and she let him have his way with her obeying his every command. She jerked him off, swallowed his load begging him to cum in her mouth, and he fucked her every way he could think of. He even shot a load up her ass, and she moaned in pleasure the entire time. But she didn't remember any of it the following day, much to his dismay. He was never able to get her to do any of it ever again, or get her to drink enough to repeat it.
But John was always faithful, and never thought about cheating on her, no matter how many women gave him glances or winks at the bars. That was until one day he got a fb message from an old high school friend....
"Hey there! Remember me!". Popped up from an icon on his screen attached was a selfie of a drop dead blonde. "Jess?" he said to himself not being able to believe the picture. Her skin was nice and tan kissed by summer's sun and her bikini left little to the imagination let alone barely containing her fits. The small pieces of blue polka dotted fabric appeared to barely cover her hard nipples. He felt his cock twitch almost right away. He couldn't believe the nerdy girl he used to tease in high school was the same girl he saw now.
John quickly responded tearing his eyes away from the picture, "Of course! How have you been?". He stared at his phone screen waiting for a reply.
"Oh great just enjoying some drinks on the beach, and wishing I had someone to rub some lotion on my back ;)". John's imagination quickly went to work picturing himself rubbing oil all over back, maybe moving his hands briefly across her ass or her tits.
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