Mom’s Laptop, Part 4

"Toby masturbates, twice, and then mom takes things into her own hands."

I stood in my bedroom doorway and watched my son, Toby, masturbate. He noticed me and a slight smile crossed his lips. He’d stroke for maybe ten seconds, then he’d move my laptop’s mouse and go back to stroking.He looked...

The Interrupted Afternoon: Part 2

"A little more than a yoga session for me."

A few days later… The golden rays of light were peeking through the side of the curtain; a small wave of heat was coming from my slightly opened window, the sounds of birds chirping, people walking, and the ambient sounds of traffic...

Hate Fuck

"No love lives in a raging tempest"

Desperate fingers claw for purchase on sweat-streaked skin that snake-like writhes and strikes with vicious thrusts.Ravenous for la petite mort, we seize our own gratification with the biting teeth and bruising hands of urgency and indifference.No love lives in a...

Elisa

"Dev's summer get a whole lot better when he learns something new about an old friend."

Elisa and I had been friends since we were both 11-years-old. She was your stereotypical Tomboy; played baseball, never wore dresses, got into fights with boys, and so on. When she came out, it was no big shock to me,...

Sunday Football

"I loved teasing my husband's friends during Sunday football..."

Early on in our marriage, my husband used to invite a few of his friends over on Sundays to watch sports.  It had become a regular occurrence.  Every Sunday, the guys would show up around noon and spend the afternoon...

The Lockdown

"Who knew a lockdown could be such fun?"

And then the world changed. I’d been aware of the pandemic, had followed it in the news, but hadn’t given it much thought. It didn’t, as far as I’d heard, transfer to horses after all. The morning the lockdown was...