First Stories

This story describes the re-kindling of passion between my wife and I, with a return to the erotic depravity of our youth. It is written at her request, which was made to further demonstrate her ability to humble me. It tells of a wild night she and I had together, in which she explores my limits and her own fantasies by requiring me to service another guy. [Story moved from another archive]

NYC cop takes 2 bullets and wakes in the ER screaming... Not my cock, please god, not my cock... Can a red haired Irish surgeon married to a midget save it? And what will she think when she finds the cop's pretty sister fondling it? Whose baby is little Ricardo? And what about Rosie...

In the Davidsons' perfect suburban life, Jenny and her sister Mandy have been secret lovers since teens, sharing boyfriends and now their husbands. One night, with the kids supposedly out, the adults start an orgy in the living room. John and Emma return early from a busted party, witness the incestuous scene, and sneak upstairs. Shocked but aroused, they confess desires and have sex, fantasizing about joining the family depravity. No one is safe from the family taboo.

Mercy, a female warrior of great courage and skill sets out on a quest to save the king’s only son from the evil witch of the woods. Things look bleak when she is captured, and discovers that the prince is now a princess! Just when she thought it could get no worse, the witch alters Mercy’s body! Can Mercy control her own lust until she can free them, or will she succumb to the urge to use her new manhood on the comely princess?

This is based on a true story starting in a small industrial town in Yorkshire, England in 1964. Jeff and Jenny were amazed that their parents consented to them going on holiday together. But they were good kids, weren't they?

A story in the Wittyverse
Single father hooks up with daughter's friend at pool party. Life goes on. Be warned, Chapter 7 gets extremely dark. Read the codes.

The messages that I'd written on the backs of innocent photos of my darling daughter were only ever intended to be for my eyes. They'd been written late at night to help release what I knew were my ever-unattainable desires for her. Then one day she found them.