Charlie Fish

I realised I was the last person awake, apart from the hosts, so I prepared to leave. They weren’t having any of it – they gave me a couple of sofa cushions and insisted that I crash in the spare room, if I could find any floor space.
I got up and weaved my way through the debris from the house party. The hosts showed me the way and bid me goodnight. As I climbed the stairs, the light dimmed until I was feeling my way along the walls.
I stepped over bodies asleep on the landing. I nearly toppled over twice, my balance compromised by holding the bulky sofa cushions. I felt my way to the spare room door, and groped around in vain for a light switch.
Giving up, I swept my foot along the floor, trying to find an empty space in the pitch blackness. But there were people sleeping here too, and no space for sofa cushions.
My thigh brushed against something – a bed. I abandoned the sofa cushions at the foot of someone in a sleeping bag, whose drunken lack of consciousness was deep enough that he or she failed to notice.
I felt along the width of the bed. When my hands hit nothing, I became bolder and felt further up. To my surprise, the bed seemed empty.
I climbed aboard, running my tongue over my fuzzy teeth and regretting that I would not brush them tonight. As soon as I became horizontal, my head gently throbbed as if I had been awake so long my hangover was already kicking in.
I lay full length on one side of the bed and stripped down to my boxers in the dark. I ditched my clothes next to me on the bed and felt around for a pillow.
“Oh! I’m sorry,” I whispered to the girl that had shrieked when I put my hand on some bare part of her skin. She had been curled up in one small corner of the bed. “I didn’t know you were there!”
“I wasn’t,” she giggled.
I cautiously reached out into the dark to find my clothes. “I’ll find a space on the floor.”
“Don’t be so silly,” she sighed languorously, stretching out so that an arm and a leg pinned me back to the bed. “This is a biiiiiig bed. We can share it.”
She rolled away from me. It crossed my mind that she had probably just pushed my clothes off the bed onto some unsuspecting drunkard sleeping on the floor.
“I do move around a lot though,” she said. “Pardon me if I disturb you.” She shuffled somewhere in the dark.
“I’ll be fine, I’m a heavy sleeper.”
“Pity. I’m an insomniac.”
There was a moment of silence. I felt certain that we were the last two people awake for miles.
She squirmed, brushing my thigh. “Did you know that there are more people alive today than have died since the dawn of history?” she said, out of nowhere.
I thought about it. “That can’t be true.”
“It’s true. The population of the world has increased so dramatically over the last hundred years, and all those people are still alive. There are six billion people alive right now, and it hasn’t been that long since there were only a few hundred thousand people on the whole planet.”
I imagined her gesticulating and drawing a steep exponential curve in the air. I didn’t believe her. “But humans have been around for a hundred and fifty thousand years. Even if -“
“Ah, that’s the catch,” she interrupted. “It’s only since the dawn of history.”
“When did history start?”
“With writing. Say, five thousand years ago.”
“So fewer people have died in the last five thousand years than are alive today?”
“Makes you feel small, doesn’t it?” she said, and shuffled again. “Oh, do you want a pillow? I’m hogging them all.”
“Oof!” I exhaled as a pillow landed on my midriff. “Are you trying to start a pillow fight?”
“I don’t need it. It’s just that I hug the pillows sometimes when I’m trying to sleep.”
“What’s your name?”
She told me and I forgot it instantly. I remember it as Cora, but that’s a guess. I know my memory of the night is faulty because I can almost recall how she looked, but I never saw her.
She didn’t ask me my name. She asked me what I did for a living.
“I’m doing admin for local government,” I answered.
“What do you really want to do?”
“Well, I want to be a writer. One day. But that’s not going to make me a living, at least not yet. So I have to do a job.”
“But you know what you want to do. That’s amazing.”
“Yeah. Although sometimes I feel like I’m deluding myself. If I want to write I should be writing, not doing dead-end admin.”
“I know how you feel,” she confided, shifting again. I could hear from her voice that she was facing me directly now. “I’m living a dead-end life.”
“What do you mean?”
“I have no idea what I want to do. So I’m doing a menial job because it’s easy. I’m just killing time until…” She paused.
“Until what?”
“Exactly. Until what. It’s depressing.”
I felt a wave of drunkenness wash over me. My eyes saw dancing patterns in the black. “How old are you?” I asked.
“So you’ve only been an adult for ten years. You’ve only been able to make your own decisions about your life for ten years. Think how long that’s been – and you have maybe six of those ten-year stints left. That’s six more lifetimes you can have. So don’t give up yet.”
She sighed. “It’s too much, though. Too difficult. How do I decide what to do with the next ten years, let alone my life?”
“Do whatever you want.”
“I don’t know what I want. There are too many options; it’s bewildering. Meanwhile, I’m coasting along the path of least resistance. I don’t want anything badly enough to pour my heart and soul into it – I admire people that do.”
“Ah, the curse of freedom,” I countered with mild sarcasm.
“Exactly. We have too much freedom. It’s a sickness. A hundred years ago, we would have been allocated a job for life, and a partner for life. And our decisions would be dictated by a firm moral code in the form of religion. And ambition was defined merely as rising above those modest expectations.”
“I see what you mean,” I admitted. “When there’s only one path, there’s one way to succeed and one way to fail. And now we have a million ways to fail. But we also have so many more ways to succeed.”
“Success is impossible when everyone has such freedom, because there’s always someone out there doing it better than you. When conformity was the rule, success was easy. A hundred years ago, I just had to be a good housewife, well-mannered and devout.”
“Thousands of feminists are turning in their grave right now.”
I jumped as she reached over and tickled me. I laughed, trying to stay quiet, and reflexively slapped her arms away. It was a thrill, flirting with this stranger in the dark.
She dived for my midriff again with tickling fingers and I took her wrists and pushed them back towards her. I brushed against her breasts and snapped my hands away.
“What are you wearing?” I asked.
“Just knickers,” she replied. “I’ve got my nightie, but it’s so dark in here I took it off before you came in.”
“Sorry I touched you.”
“Don’t worry, it was my fault.”
“Are you going to sleep like that?”
“Oh, no. I’m an insomniac, I told you. I probably won’t sleep at all.”
She was much closer now, I could feel it. I could smell her skin. I self-consciously moved my arm so that it was touching her, but only barely. Probably her leg. I tried to make it seem casual, as if it was the result of inadvertent restlessness in the dark, but I left it there, feeling her warmth.
“I just want to be different, you know, unique,” she murmured, more softly than before.
“Everyone’s unique.”
“That’s the problem.”
I felt tired, and I let her words wash over me. A couple of times I thought I had responded, but then realised I hadn’t, and I had to make a real effort to lift the conscious part of my brain into speech.
But then I felt her hand touching me, searching. I became wide awake again. I shrank away as her hand wandered dangerously close to my groin. I would be embarrassed if she touched me there, especially at that moment.
The silence became as complete as the darkness as her wandering hand persisted, and found me. My breathing deepened as she massaged me beneath my boxer shorts. I closed my eyes and visualised her there.
Without stopping, she took my hand and placed it on her breast. With all my other senses stifled, I quivered with the pleasure of her touch, her feminine texture.
Then I heard her gentle breathing become irregular, and I remembered that we were not alone in this room. Yet we were each more alone than ever.
She retreated for a tantalising moment and I heard the telltale sound of her panties being slipped off. There was movement on the bed, and suddenly I was aware that she was invisibly straddling me.
“I don’t have protection,” I whispered.
“It’s ok.”
She pulled down my boxers and put me inside her. Warm and yielding, she enveloped me. Neither of us moved at first, just savouring the sensation.
Softly, she rocked. I put my hands on her sides, feeling taut stomach muscles, and she came. I gasped as the rhythmic gripping pulled me over the edge and orgasm rippled through me, and into her.
Then it was as if she disappeared, as if she disengaged and left without me noticing. The bed felt empty. I must have fallen asleep.
I awoke feeling tired, as if I had not slept but been unconscious. Any hangover I deserved had passed. Thick curtains had been pulled aside and the sun shone through the windows.
There were still some party guests sleeping haphazardly on the floor, but I was alone on the bed. I closed my eyes for a few minutes, hesitant to face the world, remembering Cora. Then I got up.
There was more floor space now; some guests had gone. I found a bathroom and splashed water on my face. I borrowed a toothbrush and cleaned my mouth out.
I dared to venture back into the bedroom to look for my clothes. As I cast my eyes about the room I looked for faces that might be hers.
Once dressed, I followed the smell of cooking breakfast downstairs and found the hosts with a smattering of guests. My recall of names and faces is unreliable at best, but when alcohol is thrown into the mix I don’t even bother trying.
I made small talk and ate sausages and fried toast. My eyes absorbed every face in the room and I tried to guess. None of them gave me any signal. No naughty secrets were coaxed into mischievous smiles on account of my eye contact.
But she wouldn’t have known who I was. She never saw me, and I never told her my name. I wasn’t even sure of hers. I didn’t know how to breach it in conversation – it would be embarrassing if I asked after Cora and it turned out she was there.
The guests must have thought I was suffering from some kind of paranoid anxiety, my eyes flicking back and forth between them, weighing each of them each up in turn as if I suspected them of pouncing.
But as the ambrosial breakfast settled in my stomach, I let go. It was purer as a secret, as a mystery.
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My son was caught wanking by my mother.

Hi, I live in France but originally from Spain. I hope to write correctly in English.
We went to my parents home on the last Christmas. Since my brother came too so that we could have a nice time with all the family together there weren’t much rooms to share so my son, who is 13, and me had to share bed in one room.
One morning, my son woke up with a hard on, I could notice it but didn’t said anything at all since its something embarrassing. My son run to the tiny bathroom (we have 2 bathrooms at my parents house, one huge with tube and another one tiny) trying to hide from me the obvious.
Then, my mom needed to pee and the huge bathroom was full with people so she decided to use the tiny one with the surprise on opening the door of finding my son standing up naked with his underpants at his ankles and masturbating. He didn’t noticed at all the door opening since there was lot of noise at that moment of the morning with everybody waking up and the bathroom next door with lot of people.
I am very open minded so I don’t care if my son does masturbates and also is my mother, but despite she is modern it was a shock for her to found her grandson masturbating so she got shocked and had no reaction for 2-3 seconds and then she shout “OOOOhhhhhhh!”. My brother, who was at the other bath entrance stepped next to the tiny bathroom and realized what just happened, he was the one who explained me later.
My son did realized he was being watched when my mother shouted so he tried to hide his guilty without succeeding very well and then my mother looked away and walked to the dinner room while my brother looked at my son smiling and my son closed the door.
It took a long time for him to go out of the bath, for nearly 30 minutes, I think because he was too ashamed, I tried to talk with him later but I think this only made it worst and also there were some jokes around all of it made to my mother and him during all the Christmas. He finally laughed at it with all so I think he has not got a trauma and the jokes worked fine.
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Sixth Grade Boners

Well, when I was in grade six I had already started puberty. And as my machinery was growing, I was too.

So, one day in class, me and the guys were standing in a circle at the back. It was me (Gina), Ara, Edmond, Adrian, Rory, and Pat. So I was kinda being the center of attention. We were talking about a new Xbox game that I had, and I invited everyone over.

All of a sudden, out of nowhere I started to get an erection. Everyone was still looking at my face, but then it turned red. So they all went “What the fuck is his dealio?” And then all of a sudden Ara yelled “GINA HAS AN ERECTION!” And all the guys started laughing. And I was a really kewl popular guy, so I couldnt cry. I just turned around.

So, meanwhile, Edmond and Ara went to the girl I like named Hannah and her best friend Nicole, and said “Gina has an erection right now!” And Edmond grabbed Nicole’s hand and Ara grabbed Hannah’s arm, and they pulled them to me. And my back was facing them, so Ardian and Rory forced me to turn around!

That time I cried. I could not believe that HANNAH had seen my boner!

For the rest of the day Ara and Edmond were going around telling everyone I had an erection earlier!

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Me and my buddy were at a party sitting at a table and this stranger asked if he could join us, he was a little older than us, but seemed ok other wise, so yeah have a seat. He kept looking at me with a slight grin, I couldn’t place him untill a little while later when my buddy went to get us another drink he said, if you can get rid of your friend for awhile I can show you a good hard time. Then I knew who he was, he was a collage sophmore at the time I was a sophmore in high school. His senior high cousin had been screwing me for awhile, and one night while I was walking home from his house this guy picked me up, drove out into the country and fucked me. I acted like I hated him for doing it, but always wished he’d pick me up again. Before the party was over my friend got sick and asked if I would mind if he left, I was just about to say I’ll go with you when the guy said, if you want to stay I can give you a ride home. My friend asked if that would be ok, and knowing what was going to happen I said yeah, I would kinda like to stay for a while longer, he said see ya tomorrow sometime. I don’t think he was much more than out of the parking lot when me and this guy hit the door. He didn’t live very far from there so we went to his place, the last time he fucked me it was in his car, but this time we had lots more room. After I got him hard he layed on his back and I straddled him facing forward, and I rode him till he said if you don’t want your ass full of cum you better get off that thing. I stopped for a few seconds, the slowly started riding him again, I knew he was getting close, and this time as I started down he drove his cock up to meet me. A few strokes like that later and it was too late to get off, but I wasn’t complaining. About an hour later I was on my back on the kitchen table with my legs up against his chest and his cock was buried nuts deep in my ass. He had his hands on the front of my thighs leaning forward just a little and slamming that rock hard cock into me as hard as he could. I could tell when he shot his load, and when he started to go soft he pulled out, then he said, now ain’t you glad your buddy got sick and left and I was there to give you a ride home. I said yeah I am, but you havn’t taken me home yet, he said well I will, but its still early, so how about one more for the road. So with me on all fours, once more I was feeling his huge hairy nuts on my cheeks as he shoved his hard cock into me. It was after 5:30 am when I walked into my house, the panties I wear were soaked with his cum and I was a little sore, but after a hot shower and a short nap I felt a lot better. About 1:30 my buddy pulled in and the first thing he asked was, did that guy get you home ok, I said yeah he did, and I’m glad that my friend only wanted to go for a drive in the country that afternoon, that was a few months ago and he still has no idea about that night.

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Seen by Shannon (thats no Bull)

I live beside a beautiful 19yr old named Shannon(thats no Bull) who has a deck over looking my laundry room. I had just got out of the shower and walked naked to the laundry room to get a towel. I started to dry my hair facing the window,then continued to dry off my body. I had gotten a semi when i was drying off and then i noticed Shannon had been outside having a smoke,watching me! I was standing there,full frontal naked and our eyes meet…she went as red as i did. She has been avoiding me ever since,to bad i was hoping she would return the favor.

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Party Fun

Last week, I went to a friends party. My friends and I were browsing through the host’s PC and there were a picture of a very hot girl. We were a bit drunk and we began to talk about calling the girl and paying her for sex. There was a boy near us and we told him to “come and see the girl! Isn’t she hot! Let’s gather money to pay and have sex with her. Join us!”. He smiled and continued listening to us. After a few minutes the sister of that boy came in and when she saw us, she told us “OO, do you like my pictures?”. Her brother was grinning and then asked us “So, what did you want to do?”


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2 Light Bulbs

One afternoon when I was home my neighbor came and ask me if I could help her change the light bulb in her kitchen. Casing for the light was kinda big and out of 3 screws one of the screws were stuck. Since we couldnt let go of the casing hanging for just one screw I climbed on the ladder to hold it until she went to get something to remove the screw. I was wearing a loose short that day and being at home, wearing nothing underneath. I was on the ladder with one leg much higher than the other b/c it was easier to hold. She came back with a screw and with a smile on the face while looking toward my crotch said “oh oh.. I see 2 light bulbs..”. I knew exactly what she meant and instantly put my leg down to a lower level and tucked my package back into it’s place while still holding the casing with one hand. But my embarrassment wasnt over as I felt starting an erection. By the time I took off the screw I had a tent. She probably felt embarrassed too b/c of this and said it’s ok and it’s normal and she’ll forget that anything ever happened..

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