I didn't think it was so wrong to keep my relationships separate, at least for a couple of days until I could wrap my head around what in the hell I'm doing. I just had sex with my step-mom, something I've fantasized about over and over, endless times. That fantasy became a reality and now we're acting as if we're together? There are times she looks at me now and it reminds me of the way she looked at my Dad. It's fucked up.. people used to say I look like my dad. Is she attracted to me because she misses my father? Don't get me wrong, sex with her was easily the best thing that has ever happened in my life. I'm not sorry it happened. I now need to decide if I want it to go on. There are pros and cons to weigh. My phone buzzes, it's a text from my girlfriend, Cherie, "I'm outside."
I look out the window and I see Cherie smiling and waving at me. This bitch has crossed the line. I knew Cherie was crazy when I started dating her, but this is crazy on a whole new level. She can sense something's up. She used to joke about me having "a thing" for my step-mom, but now she sees the truth. I'd give her up, but her being crazy is what makes the sex so primal, so fucking crazy.. I don't know if I want to give that up. I tell her to leave and she refuses, she wants to meet Alexis. My heart drops. I have no idea how I'm going to juggle this.

Watch the story unfold..

I sit on the Psychiatrist's pink velvet sofa as her eyes are fixated on her notepad. "So you want to hear about the day it all began? I guess it started when I asked my husband for a divorce. I was just irritated with him, everything he did would annoy me. A part of me worried I had fallen out of love with him, but I also had other things on my mind, like my boss and his new expectations of me as Supervisor."
My husband and I had gotten into an argument. It was silly, trivial, now that I think back on it.. but at the time, that moment was everything. I wanted a divorce, and I said the words to him. I hoped he would wake up at that moment, pull me in close, beg me not to leave him. He didn't. He calmly nodded, "if that's what you really want." No emotion. No struggle. He was going to let me go!
I grabbed my keys, my work bag, and I headed next door. My best friend, Ivy, would know what to do. She listened to me quietly as I explained how our relationship is basically over, and he doesn't care at all. I knew she would settle my nerves, tell me I'm on the right track, and that in time, everything will be alright. She would agree with me, she gets me. She would totally agree that I have to leave him.
Ivy, "You have to stay with your husband!"
"What?!" "Marriages aren't easy, you have to constantly work at them. You have to put in work, just as you put in time at your job, you have to put in time together."
"but you don't understand.. it's almost as if he WANTS me to divorce him. He seemed almost pleased when I told him I want a divorce. not angry at all."
Ivy took my hand, "I agree with you. There is something wrong with your marriage, but you can't just leave. He'd take everything you have, and you'd have to split up the time with your boy, it would kill him to break up his family."
"I guess.. I suppose you're right."
Ivy thought for a moment and asked, "How's sex with Chad?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"It has everything to do with if your relationship is salvageable or not.
"The sex is still amazing. Chad is an amazing lover, very attentive, and he's always surprising me."
Ivy nods thinking to herself. I knew she was going to come up with a plan. I then remembered my friend from work, "Jenny from work knows a great psychiatrist that also does marriage counseling."
Ivy rolled her eyes, "No, bad idea. Psychiatrists just want to bleed you dry and dose you up. They're overrated and you don't need them. Let me talk to him "
Ivy was going to make everything okay. She gave me confidence that I could be a better wife, a more sexually experimental wife. I felt as if she opened a door and showed a whole new world of pleasure to me. I was going to be the woman my husband deserved.

Ivy comes to the door, it's raining, and her open-toed heels stay dry by her four-inch stiletto heels, she knocks on the door and practices her "confused" look. "Oh is Scarlett not home?" she asks Chad when he tells her she's at work. "How silly of me. Well, may I come in and use your restroom, really quick?" He lets her in, trying not to stare at her perfect ass in her lavender pencil skirt. Scarlett had mentioned before he has "a thing" for her in her work skirts, hmph.. it's a good thing that Ivy took note of all his weaknesses. She needs everything she can use to make him her's.
Ivy comes out of the bathroom and sees Chad sitting on the sofa waiting to walk her out. He stands.
Ivy walks towards him, "oh, don't get up.. I wanted to tell you that Scarlett came over and told me about your problem, and I'm totally on your side."
Chad looks confused, he would never talk to his friends about their relationship issues, and the idea of Scarlett telling Ivy their troubles irritates him, "You are?"
"Absolutely. I told her that she's got to be a lot less uptight, she's so irritable for whatever reason and she's taking it out on you, I mean.. you poor guy."
Chad scoffs, "thank you. It seems like anything I do annoys her. I annoyed her by walking in the house too heavy, she hates that I grew a beard, and last week she told me I breath too loud."
Ivy rolls her eyes, "seriously?"
"Yeah. But hey-- I think she's just under a lot of stress from work. They promoted her and now she's got a team of people underneath her, her boss is always criticizing her, and she doesn't even get her pay raise until they are satisfied with her performance as supervisor"
Ivy nods, "that's got to be it.. And hey-- I'm doing my best to get her a little less uptight in the bedroom too." She winks at Chad.
Chad swallows in tension, "she told you about our sex life?"
Ivy nods and smiles knowingly
"She said she has a problem with our sex life?"
Ivy puts her hand on Chad's knee, "yeah but not that it's your fault. I told you, I'm on YOUR side."
" I can't believe she would talk about something so personal." Ivy tries to soothe him, "yeah.. hey.. I'm her best friend, and girls talk.. it's not a big deal."
Chad looks down in shame.
"I totally feel for you. She's a sweet girl, so wholesome, but she's got to be less mousey and stiff if she wants to keep a man like yourself satisfied."
"Well thank you but I wouldn't say she's stiff or mousey, no.. not at all."
Ivy rubs his thigh, she stares into his eyes and purrs, "You're very handsome, very masculine, I know you've got strong sexual needs that are left unfulfilled, you need more of a Wolfe in the bedroom than a mouse."
Chad clears his throat and sits back, "Thanks, but I think we're doing alright in that part of our relationship. Her sex drive is not an issue in our relationship, she even wants it when we're fighting."
Ivy gushes and she crawls ontop of him, "mm make-up sex is so passionate, tell me.. do you throw her down and fuck the anger our of her?"
Chad looks to the side, trying not to do what his body wants him to do. He considers putting his arms around her, kissing her, or picking her up and sitting her on her heels to head back outside the door.
Ivy digresses, "Missionary, of course. I know Scarlet's a mish-girl. Scarlet told me you have a big cock, do you lay her down and punish her with it when she's been a bad girl?"
Chad laughs awkwardly, "So.. your husband is next door, right?"
Ivy nods, "I don't want to talk about my husband. I'd rather talk about you, your needs, your cock. Scarlet and I talked and she said that she'd trust me to fuck you, the way you've always dreamt of fucking her."
"She said that?"
Ivy nods, her lips just millimeters next to Chad's. She won't kiss him, he has to make the first move for her plan to work. She purrs, "She can be your little proper wife, and let me be your dirty whore next door."

Watch the story unfold..

Nominated:
XBIZ Best Boy-Girl Sex Scene - Ivy Wolfe & Chad White

Prelude: Lana just created a FacePage account two months ago after her friends tell her it's the best social media outlet to stay updated with old friends, make new friends, and share pictures with. Lana is super excited to see her friends list grow the more and more she adds pictures of herself to her profile. In High School she was not very popular, a late bloomer with acne, and the bookworm introverted-type, but now that she is a young woman, she is finally feeling confident about her look. She's uploaded a ton of vacation photos, her wedding last Spring, her girls trip in Acapulco, and she's excited to see her friends increase. There is one little problem with her newfound FacePage popularity, and that's her step-son. He is a little obsessed and pressed the "heart" button on all of her photos. She worries that people might think that she has an unhealthy relationship with him, some of her photos are a little racy for a step-son to be favoring, there is one where she is bent over to pick up a towel in her bikini top! She's even considered deleting any sexy-ish photos online. Last week she had a little talk with him about how people might get the wrong idea, after all they are similar in age, and his father detests having his photo taken. "Do you think that people will think we have a sort of unnatural relationship?" Robby assured her that he would stop clicking the heart button on her photos, and that he absolutely wouldn't want to offend her, his father, or let anyone think he's being creepy when he's just trying to be a nice guy. Lana smiled. She wouldn't have had the courage to ask him but she knows full well that he's been masturbating after his FacePage nights. She's seen the crunchy spots in his t-shirts on the floor in the morning. It's been getting to be so routine that the question of his attraction to her is hardly a mystery. It's Friday night and Robby's father is away on business. Lana is in her work skirt and blouse, drinking a glass of wine, and so happy to dig into her latest book when she hears her phone notification "bing-bing!" She looks at her phone excitedly, "did someone 'heart' my latest photos?" She sees Robby's name, yet again, hearting any photo of her in a fitted dress or bikini. She rolls her eyes, she has to be strict with the boy, a simple request didn't do the trick. She goes up the stairs with her mind filled with how to present this problem to him in a way he will understand, he probably won't, he's going to have to delete his Facepage account. She's his mother now, and she has the authority to make him do it. Watch the story unfold..

"Your mind is like a hard drive, it's burned with memories, cognitive functions, and a constant demand for direction, comfort and happiness. The three main forces that drive us are a need for direction, comfort and happiness, and sometimes parts of our brain get in the way of what we want the most.
I have created a chemical that allows your mind to be flooded with complete comfort and happiness, mostly in the form of dopamine, but it allows the pesky and stress-ridden human parts of the brain to relax, like the neocortex for complex thought or the amygdala that triggers emotional response. It's almost like when you're driving down a deserted road. Imagine the sun has almost set, you're brain is relaxed, you're happy because you're performing an easy task in the comfort of your car, and your happy because you have no emotional reasons to make the job difficult... and so.. you put your car on auto-drive.
Krissy looks at her step-son in awe and confusion, "its like being zoned out?"
Chad nods, "But not entirely zoned out. Your mind is still fully aware of what is going on. You can learn, you can relax and consider different possibilities that the amygdala oftentimes masks. There are many people who struggle with emotional disorders that would love a brief or permanent break from reality, or prisoners with behavior disorders that cause themselves and others harm that could benefit from a human AI experience.
Krissy's eyes are wide she recoils
Chad, "Of course, it's a consensual experience."
Krissy rubs her forehead, "I just don't get why anyone would want to put themselves at the mercy and direction of someone else. I know hypnosis is popular, but this seems so radical.. so.." Chad interrupts eager to explain, "Remember last week when Dad said he wished he had the capacity to work all night long without tiring out? Data entry is menial work. He could have went under my AI program, and when I woke him, he would feel rested as if he slept in his bed a full eight hours."
Krissy recalls Chad's past test subjects, You found this to be true with your mice?"

Chad nods, "and also with Sicily, but she never took the full dose."
"I've always wanted to learn a new language but never had the patience for it. You could put on a language program and sit me in front of the computer."
Chad shrugs his shoulders, "if that's what you'd want"
Krissy, "and it's safe? I know you're a smart boy, but you think it's safe enough?"
Chad nods, "safe and temporary.. you'll take enough to turn you into a humanoid Robo- mom for 30 minutes."
"Alright, I'm game!"
Chad being the thoughtful stepson wonders if she is completely okay, "Alright? You sure about this, this is consensual?"
"Yes, absolutely, I'm excited"

Watch the story unfold..

My relationship with my best friend Scarlett has been a little tense ever since she set her sights on my stepdad. She's not the only one who wants him either, her mom has been calling on him for every little honey do project she can think of. It drives me insane that Scarlett's bimbo blonde mom, with bolt-on tits is throwing herself at him. I've had it! I'm separating ties with Scarlett and I've got to figure out a way to keep him home with me. A melody plays from my purse, it's my phone ringing, I look at the screen to see Scarlett's image. Ugh. I answer it.

Scarlet's drawls in her Southern California accent, "hey bitch"
"No, YOU'RE the bitch.. or maybe a slut just like your mom. Why were you trying to flirt with my dad?"
Scarlet rolls her eyes, "I told you before I think your dad's hot. I mean, I don't get why you won't let me have a chance with him? I thought we were best friends"
"He's too old for you, it's..... gross." I nearly bite my tongue. I really don't feel that way about age, I mean, I could date someone his age, no problem.
Scarlett's voice raises in protest, "Are you kidding me? Every girl at our senior class wants to nail him. Your strep-dad is the hottest guy in town, easy.. I don't care if he's forty-whatever.."
"If you cared about me at all, you would leave him alone. I am not comfortable with you stripping off your top in front of my dad"
"Your step dad, not even your biological dad. I don't know why you get so emotional..."
"It's surreal, like some cheap joke, or a bad dream I haven't waken up from.. you're going to end up exactly like your mom"
Scarlett's voice drops into a serious tone, "Careful.." She loves her mom, but it's well known that her mom is the town tramp.
"I thought you were different than her. I've known you since kindergarten, how many times did we laugh at how slutty and desperate she acts around teachers, neighbors, and remember Father Matthews"
"I may have thought it was gross that my mom was 'sexually adventurous' when I was young, but now that I'm mature, I think she's kind of hot. My mom's sexuality is powerful. You don't think it's hot as fuck that she seduced a priest, a man who vowed to remain chaste for God?"
Ivy emphatically exhales, "No, I really don't. I think it's sad. And listen, we should be friends.. let's not be mean to one another. I don't care if you want to be sexually adventurous, if that's what you want to call it, but please just leave my daddy alone."
"Omgod.. I'm getting it now, it's all becoming crystal clear to me.. You want to fuck your daddy."
I can barely speak. Do I? I suddenly feel outside of myself, as I hear myself say the word. "what?!" Scarlet nods, "you're in love with your Dad. Alll the pieces are fitting together.
"What are you talking about?"
"..Even when your mom died, it was as if you were relieved. You thought of her as competition, didn't you?"
My eyes widen in shock.
Scarlet continues making her case, "All that constant talk about how great your dad is, how he's your hero.. this is some crazy Fruedian shit, Ivy. You don't want anyone to have him because you want him"
I hang up the phone. Scarlet looks at the silent cell phone, "Ivy? … Ivy?"

Watch the story unfold..

​Jill​ hugs her teddy bear​, "But what if we get caught?​
​ Whitney​ sends her last text message of the night with a swipe of her finger, she looks at Jill and rolls her eyes​, "don't be such a baby, we're not going to get caught​.​"​
​ "Ok, well maybe we just TP her house and forget about pouring sugar in her gas tank​.​"​
​ Whitney​ puts down her phone and stares at Jill with her practiced serious expression​, "Why do I have the feeling you're going to ruin everything?"​
​ Jill​ is quick to reassure her best friend​, "I won't​."​
"We're going to pull up to her house and you're going to pussy out."​
​ "No way, we're in this together."​
​ Whitney​ tries to convince her friend to her way of thinking,​ "tell me she doesn't deserve it​.​"​
​ ​"Yeah, but.." Whitney cuts her off, "​No Jill, ​this bitch has it coming​.​"