Masturbating drunk can create a mess. I was in such a mess one night, but woke up to find no mess. How could that be? Did somebody clean me up? Why would they do such a thing?
Midsummer eve is a magical night in Scandinavia. This is young Madison's account of her experiences on that particular night. Note that this is not a stroke story. Like most of my stories, the focus is more on why than how.
A frustrated wife and mother wakes up one night to find a hand stroking her bottom. Initially, she thinks it's her husband but, after a delightful few moments, she remembers with a jolt that he's away on business. There's only one other explanation, but something makes her hesitate...
Stacy and her little brother Lee had always been close, probably closer than most siblings. She noticed him going through puberty but it was only an accidental wardrobe malfunction that started her viewing him in a totally new light.