NotReallyAshamed: Stories

When you grow up with an older sister who's big enough to overpower you, you both pick up some kinks. My big sister made me do things and I liked it. Then we grew up. I married a Valkyrie, and she married the Shrimp!

What's the secret to happiness? Rob thinks he's found it when his sister snuggles up to him, but as time passes the rules of the game keep changing out from under him. And his relationship with his best friend and his friend's mother is confusing, to say the least.

This is the story of the year I became a man, my sister became a woman, and we became not just siblings, but lovers, and what happened afterwards.

My younger sister and I were both bookworms with vivid imaginations and we used to come up with all sorts of elaborate private games that we played together down in the recreation room of the house where we grew up.

First impressions are often wrong, but rarely has my initial assessment of someone been as far off as it was in the case of Klára, the "simple" girl behind the counter at the bakery.

Short and sweet - this story contains what it says on the tin. Is it incest? Well, we never had sex per se, but we used to make out like any ordinary teen couple would. It was nice. Read about it here.

The word 'friend' isn't thrown around as casually in Slovenia as it is in the US. You wouldn't use it about someone you were just getting to know. It was a long time before Marta and I called each other friends. But then it went beyond friendship...

I'm a middle-aged, overweight, saggy single mother, but my own mom still tells me my body is beautiful. She taught me to masturbate when I was little and, while I know it was wrong, I can't be angry with her. It's part of who I am.

This is a confession, but it is not my confession. A friend of mine unloaded on me after I got him stinking, crying drunk at a dive bar. I've taken his disjointed, sometimes barely-coherent narrative, as I remember it, and rewritten it into a story.

I loved going over to my friend's house. His divorced mom was cool in a way that my parents weren't, letting us do things I couldn't at home. The sense of freedom I had over there was refreshing. But they had a dark secret...