If I had to pick one event or day in my life that has impacted me more than any other, the choice would be easy - the day my dad and I had sex together for the first time. Everyone asks me if this really happened. Well, it did and yes, we're still together occasionally - in every sense of the word. People always ask me what's my favorite diary entry. While this one may not be the best written, the most erotic, or even the hottest, it means more to me than anything else I've ever written.
A Driftwood on Memory's River...Story Aunt Bessie rode into town in the back of a dusty Model T Ford'"and changed the lives of many people who come to know her. During the hard-bitten days of the Great Depression'"When ill-shaven poorly dressed men down on their luck came to Aunt Bessie's door asking for something to eat'"after first apologizing for the little she had to give them'"they were fed. Because she redefined love in her own special way'"she became everyone's Aunt Bessie.
It's been five months now since I'd given my virginity to Steve yet he was still the only boy I'd ever had sex with or even touched for that matter. With all the options available, I NEVER would have guessed that number two would be his dorky younger brother!
My first lesbian experience, at least besides my mom and her sister, was with Brenda, my college freshman roomie. As things turned out, she also had an older brother. David was married but like so many husbands, he was ready for something new - or should I say "someone". The best part was that it wasn't just me that he was interested in cheating with. Adultery AND incest - what a combination!
Inspired by (or rather haunted by) Frank Downey's personally vested interest in October being Domestic Violence Prevention and Awareness Month, I had to let a little something out. I hope that you find it understandable.