Author: excitingowl

[Fm] [m-solo] [inc?] [cheat?] A fire inside of me (Part 2)

I couldn’t stop thinking about her. It was a mix of shame and desire. She had taken me from the foster house, and given me a home. In a sense, she was a mother to me. Not biologically. But she was in all the ways that matter. And yet, one night, one accident, and everything had changed. She was now a woman. A sensuous woman that I lusted after. I caught myself glancing, time and again. I caught myself fantasizing. I caught myself wandering by the bathroom as she showered. I caught myself wandering by the bedroom as she changed. And every night, I caught myself listening, hoping to hear her. I caught myself hoping she’d call me to her room again. But, alas, the days passed quickly, and my hand was all I had to relieve the pressure, the unfulfilled desire, the insatiable craving of her.

I was almost ready to move on, to accept that my fantasy was crazy, insane, and never to come true, when John announced he’d be spending a few weeks abroad, trying to salvage a failed project. “This won’t be quick”, he said, “they have no idea what they’re doing over there”. Read more »

[MF] [str8] [drugs] [cnc] [mildly preg] The bad part of town

College life can be as exciting as you make it. But, as we got off our bus, I honestly had no idea why my friend Rob thought that we needed the kind of excitement that one can find in the Numbers. It was the shady, seedy, outright dangerous even, part of Portland. And which so much life to enjoy everywhere else in town, we were just walking around it. “Chill man”, he reassured me, “I know where we’re going. I know people. They have a party tonight. It’s gonna be lit”.

“Dude”, I retorted, “they have parties everywhere”
“Yeah but this one is crazy shit man. All kinds of stuff floating”
“Stuff? What stu…” I started asking, before my own brain forgot its fear, worked for barely a moment, and connected the dots. Drugs. Rob was hoping to score drugs.

“That stuff is fucked up man” I told him. “Weed is fine, but if you’re talking real shit, that will fuck you up, you know?”
“Oh come on dude, just for tonight. Stick with me. It will be good, I promise” Read more »

[Fm] [m-mast] [voy] [oral] [str8] The swimming pool (Part 2)

*This is the second (and maybe last) part of Luke and Jane’s sexual adventure*

Luke went to the pool every day, without fail at the same time. She wasn’t there. Not the first day. Not the second. Not for a week. He spent his days longing to see her again, masturbating to the fantasy of her, and in fear that she would somehow reach to his family and humiliate him.

She avoided the pool. She was afraid of running into him again. Of falling pray to the temptation. The shower head was her loving companion every night, as her husband lay in bed, sleeping, ignoring her beauty, leaving her unfulfilled. He had fallen pray to habit, to comfort, and forgot to want his own wife, to lust after her. And she was left to her own devices, pleasuring herself, quietly moaning over the sound of the shower, fantasizing about the young boy that had cum for her in the swimming pool, with no restraint, nothing but his primal carnal lust for her. Read more »

[Fm] [f-solo] [m-solo] [voy] [inc?] A fire inside of me (Part 1)

Certain Internet subcultures associate the name Chad with attractiveness and virility. Naming me Chad was the first thing my parents had done for me, and possibly the best.

Quickly after my birth, they realized that meth is more fun than diapers and formula. Their downward spiral was quick. The story I was told is that my dad was shot to death in a convenience store robbery gone wrong. My mom held on a bit longer, but eventually she got caught trying to sell her own body for money, and made her way to prison, and I to the foster care system.

She met her untimely demise in prison, awaiting trial, killed by an overdose. Meanwhile, I went on to become a young troubled child, and scare away several foster families. But not John and Martha. Or at least not Martha. They took me home on my 10th birthday, gave me a cozy room to call my own, and a stable predictable routine.

It didn’t take me long to realize that there was no love in their marriage. John, my adoptive dad, had married out of a sense of duty, it was just one of the things one does, but he cared little for family life, and probably saw Martha, my adoptive mom, as little more than a roommate. He was consumed by work, his career the only thing he valued in life. Read more »

[Fm] [m-mast] [voy] The swimming pool

*This is dedicated to a beautiful lady whose post on Gonewild inspired the story*

Most encounters happen, and leave no visible mark. People appear, and then vanish from our lives, as quick in their exit as they were in their entrance. But some encounters matter. Some encounters shape us. They teach us something about ourselves, or the world, or both.

Luke was about to have just that kind of encounter. In the most unexpected of places: the swimming pool at his apartment complex. It was a warm summer afternoon, most people were at work, and the pool was as refreshing as it was quiet. He walked through the little gate, a towel in one hand, the keys in the other. He was hoping he’d be able to have the pool to himself, as it had been for the last week. But today was not meant to be. Somebody else was there. A couple. She was in the water. He was jumping out, talking to her, and then making his way towards him.

“Hi”, the main said, walking out the same gate Luke had just crossed.
“Hi” responded Luke, lost in thought, eager to jump in the water and escape the scorching heat of the sun on his skin. Read more »

[MF] [inc] [preg] [ds fdom] “Am I pretty?” (Part 2)

I don’t think I had realized how much of a willful force of nature Blair was. Not until she had walked through the door to my house. It was the first time in over 20 years that we were under the same roof. And it took her but a few minutes to settle down and take moral ownership of the premises.

She made it clear that she would stay for about a week, maybe a bit more. I don’t know why but I had somehow convinced myself that she would drive from California to Kansas, have dinner with me, and then drive back the very same day. Of course that wasn’t happening.

In the last two days she had cleaned up the house (“I just can’t deal with your man cave mess” she blurted, before starting to move stuff around no questions asked), she had taken me to the nicest restaurant in town, got the entire story of my life since I had left her mother and her, and now she was proudly announcing that she had made a home-cooked Italian meal. “One of my clients is of Italian origin and he is always trying to lure me in with recipes”.
“Well, do you like him?”, I asked
“No, don’t be silly Stephen. Desperation is not attractive. And he is desperate. Rich, but desperate” Read more »

[M] [F-solo] [voy] [inc] “Am I pretty?” (Part 1)

Some of us have Secrets. The big, heavy, burdening kind of Secret. Those, you wouldn’t tell anyone, ever, not without a lawyer and probably not even with a lawyer.

But most of us have secrets, with a lowercase s. Those, you’d tell a trusted friend, a therapist. Those are the dark, vulnerable side of who we are. In a sense, they shape us, in a deep, intimate, private, and thus ever so powerful kind of way.

I had just one such secret. I had a daughter. And I had left her. I had walked out of the house 20 years before, and never looked back. Why? I was scared. I was “scared shitless”, to use a technical term. Fatherhood was not for me, it turns out.

I was not married to her mother, and we had grown distant in the years since Blair was born. The fights were constant, and increasingly loud, and I felt it was only a matter of time before one of us gave in to violence. My daughter did not deserve that environment. And I felt I bore most of the guilt for it. That I was the one that hadn’t adjusted. And that Laura would do just fine on her own. So, I took out half my savings from the bank, left them in an envelope, wrote a farewell letter, and walked out. Read more »

[Mf] [cons] [caution] Pleasantdale

They had been driving all day. And the forecast for the next three days was “more of the same”.

He was hoping to make it to the next major town, but they had run into traffic a couple times too many, and he was tired of driving. There was no way he’d make it another two hours without falling asleep at the wheel. There was a small town a few miles ahead, and then nothing but fields and cows for at least another hour. They’d have to make do with what they had: “Exit 341 Pleasantdale 1/2 mile” the sign said.

“Pleasantdale it is” they agreed, as he pulled off the interstate and she asked the GPS to lead them to a hotel. Not many choices, again. Only one hotel. It was going to have to make do. After all, their stop was but a small town of 4000 souls. Probably a truck stop more than anything else. Read more »

[M/F] [incest] [str8 sex] [breeding] The limbo of thoughts (Part 3)

*Follow-up to https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/aowf6r/mf_incest_masturbation_the_limbo_of_thoughts_part/*

She spoke first. “Do we have to talk about it?”. It was morning now. The night had given way to yet another warm sunny day. And the lust had given way to the shame. “No”, “not unless you want to” I said.

What words could we say? I was ready to explain, even though I had no explanation. But I wasn’t about to make her say or do anything she wasn’t comfortable with. She wasn’t at fault. If anything, I was the one who should have known better.

We hardly saw each other after that. I cleaned the house. My wife was coming back home the next day. “Sometime after lunch” she said. I wanted her to find a nice cozy home. It was sullied on the inside. But she wasn’t going to find out. The walls, the countertops, the table, everything would look immaculate, as if to compensate for the sin that had transpired.

That evening, after dinner, I was sorting old paperwork, shredding bank records long past their useful life, when Lisa knocked at the door. She was ready to talk, she said. She had spent the entire day collecting her thoughts. And now she wanted to discuss them. Read more »

[M/F] [incest] [masturbation] The limbo of thoughts (Part 2)

*This is the follow-up to https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/aob3zc/mf_incest_masturbation_the_limbo_of_thoughts_part/ and, once again, a brain dump of my thoughts (but see below for credits :-)*

“Hi” I said, my voice trembling with anticipation.

“Hi dad”, not a hint in hers. She barely even turned around. She was washing a cup. I think I mentioned that before.

Anyway, it was as anticlimactic as one could imagine. She said she would be out most of the day. I tried my best to act normal. Or however normal one can act after doing what I had done previous night.

Do I want some coffee? Yes please.

I could have sat there drinking coffee all day. It’s not like I had much else to do. I mostly liked to keep myself busy around the house.

I had moved out of my small hometown, looking for luck and success out west. And I had found small amounts of both. Read more »