Author: excitingowl

[M/F] [incest] [masturbation] The limbo of thoughts (Part 1)

There are thoughts that stay in a limbo. They never really come out fully formed. But they also do exist, in some way. I had that kind of thought.

It was last summer. My daughter had just finished college and was back home for a few months as she figured out the rest of her life.

Somehow it had never quite struck me before, but she was not my little girl. Not anymore. She was a grown adult woman. And a beautiful sexy one at that. She has taken so much from her mother and so little from me. Lucky girl she is. And that summer I finally noticed. Her beautiful eyes. Her sensual curves. Even her voice had some vague undefined feature about it that just screamed “I am made for pleasure, yours and mine”.

I could never really think that, of course. So it stayed in that limbo of thoughts that exist and don’t. It was a random glance too many. It was made of fleeting moments as she walked to the pool in a red bikini. Read more »

[Mf] [nc] [inc] [preg] “Veri[18f]ication”

Obvious disclaimer: this is purely a work of fiction.

16 years is a tough age to be.

You can finally drive! As if there were that many places to drive to! Small town America has the roads, not the destinations. School sucks. You can’t wait to be done and move on to college. Explore the world. You’re not cut for the rural life. And neither are your friends. Y’all walk up and down the 3 blocks of Historical Downtown dreaming of the lights of New York City. Oh, yes, your friends? Do they actually like you? Will they stick together for life? Or will you lose them in a couple years time? Will you make new ones?

Yes, 16 is a tough age to be. You yearn the touch of the boys. At night. In the dark and the silence. Only the crickets and your hard breathing echoing through the starry sky as you go at it. The blankets rustle like feathers at your soft gentle touch. Then you tense up, and release it all, before falling asleep, finally relaxed. You don’t have a boyfriend. The last one was months ago. He wanted one thing, and he wanted it after buying you the smallest size pop at McDonald’s! Oh the horror! You have almost given up on it. College is when it’s at. You’re not curvaceous, and that’s all the boys want here. Cows and curvaceous girls. As if they couldn’t quite tell cow from human. Read more »

[MF – Str8 – fictional] Rambling on the clock

It’s Friday afternoon and days are getting noticeably longer. Can anyone blame a man for being – shall we say – distracted? The dear reader will cut me some slack if my mind is not exactly focused on the numbers scrolling up and down the screen. I mean, I am looking at them. But focusing? No.

She sits behind me. Most of the rest is the fictional ramblings of a man, but this – at least this detail – is true. It makes it harder to just casually glance. You need an excuse. Can’t just stare for no reason, right? Luckily enough, she stops often enough. She brings the hard problems. Those that nobody else can solve. Or maybe it’s just those that nobody else wants to solve. Being effective and kind can backfire. “Oh, hey, let’s let Exciting Owl deal with this gnarly thorn of bushes, shall we? He will smile and tell us what’s up.”

You stopped half an hour ago, in fact. You were talking about some customer complaining about some metrics. Not too big of a deal. Push a button here. Push a button there. Send an email, and… done. We’re back in the game. Customer happy. Read more »