Timothy Spears does not advocate sex as the prime focus of life; and while sexual privacy is very important, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people's behavior.
His stories play on the fact that most people have been brought up to be at least slightly ashamed of anything sexual, and it is frequently reassuring to for them to discover they their kinks are not different, naughty, or even perverted in their sexual practices. In discussing incest with others, people find out how truly normal they are.
We had gone with Jennifer to help get her stuff into her dorm room for her junior year. After hugs and tears from mom, Jennifer surprised me by giving me a hard and wet kiss on my lips (with just a flip of her tongue) before saying goodbye. On the way back home I was silent as I mulled over that kiss; why on the lips, did I really feel her tongue trying to enter my mouth?
Sophie Morgan hated pajamas. On the few occasions when one of her schoolmates had spent the night with her, she wore a sheer gown that barely covered the chestnut triangle which her Father had repeatedly warned her was the gateway to hell. She found it difficult to believe that the sensitive little opening between her thighs was evil, no matter what others might say about it.
“Daddy, can you come help me for a second?” “Sure baby, be there in a minute.” That’s how it all started. My daughter had just turned 18 a week ago and was getting ready to go to school, she was a senior in high school this year. She is very beautiful with long dark hair and green eyes, nice athletic body with curves in all the right places.
The first time Carl saw his stepsister masturbating, it was the most erotic sight he’d ever laid eyes on. She laid on her bed, oblivious to his presence, her hand sliding inside her jeans. Her other hand roamed underneath her tank top. Her cheeks were flushed and rubbed against her bare shoulders as she squirmed over the covers. He’d come home not ten minutes ago from his dentist appointment.
You might think I’d made it over the toughest hurdles of parenting a young girl through the journey into womanhood, and so did I, until my beautiful 18-year-old daughter came to me one day with an unexpected request.
“I still don’t understand why you set this up, Caroline.” Tom Forrester looked through his closet, trying to pick out something to wear for his evening out. With his daughter. Christ. What was his wife thinking? He sighed heavily. “I mean, it’s not like I’ve got anything in common with her, you know. I don’t understand half of the things she says in any given conversation. Face Book? IM?”