How does that song go? “Love in an elevator, livin' it up when I'm goin' down….”I’m claustrophobic, so I never thought that getting stuck in an elevator would be the best thing that ever happened to me. But it was. That’s because I got stuck with my stepdad, Stone. He did everything he could to keep me distracted. And I mean everything…

My mom’s so strict, I’ve never had much of a social life. With high school behind me, I’m determined to life life to the fullest, starting with getting past first base with a guy. I’m almost there, so close, when the cops bust up the party. And of course my stepdad, who’s a police officer, is right there with them. He thinks he’s embarrassed, but so am I, especially when the alcohol loosens my lips enough to admit that I have no experience with guys. The next morning, I’m pulled out of bed...

Months. It's been months since my stepdad's had sex and I overhear him talking about how horny he is. That's when I notice how he looks at me, the places where his eyes linger. He tells me not to walk around barely dressed. But I want his eyes on me, even if it makes me a bad girl. If Mom doesn't want him, I sure do. I want to please him, to make him lose control. When he does, he tells me I'm not bad. I'm his good girl.

It all started with a selfie I took of me and my stepdad. I have a crush on my him but who wouldn't?Since I'm spending the summer after my first year of college with my family they let me choose the location of our summer vacation. My stepdad and I love to be outdoors, so I choose to go camping and hiking. Mom's not impressed. So it's not surprising that my stepdad and I end up spending a lot of time alone. but he doesn't like the selfie I took of us. When he goes through my camera...

I never thought he'd see me naked...I’m home from college for Christmas, stepping into the shower when everything falls apart. Cold water shoots everywhere. I lose my balance and grab onto the shower curtain, but fall anyway. Of course it’s my stepdad who busts down the door, chest heaving as he assesses the situation. I’m naked and shivering on the floor. I thought I’d die of humiliation until I realize he’s hard as a rock.

Everything changed when I lost my bikini top diving into the water. I've had a crush on my stepdad, Nico, for a long time. I never thought he saw me as more than his stepdaughter. Everything changed the summer after I graduated from high school. Nico rented a yacht to take us through the Greek islands. My first dive off the boat left me topless. What happened next left me breathless.

When a colossal rainstorm hits, my stepdad asks me to help him pump water out of the pool so it doesn’t overflow. Still in my pajamas, I head out in my rain boots and jacket. My stepdad takes the bigger tasks, but when I fall into the icy water of the pool, his focus is all on me. I’m drenched. I’m freezing. He carries me into the pool house and strips me down. And that’s when things heat up. Maybe I won't be the only college student who's still a virgin.

I never planned to share a sleeping bag with my stepdad. Camping with my family wasn't exactly how I pictured spending part of my summer after my first year of college. I'd much rather be with my friends, at least that's what I think until a mishap has me sharing a sleeping bag with my step dad.

In a cramped bed in Italy, I realize my stepdad wants me as much as I want him. We have to be quiet. Our couplings are illicit, under the cover of night. During the day, we act like nothing has changed, but everything has changed. Midnight Tryst’s are not enough. His touch is addictive and I need more.

I'm trading in my 'V' card for a membership to The Mile High Club... What do you do on a fifteen hour flight? I assume I'll be bored enough to sleep, much like my mom does. But then I wake up to find my stepdad watching naughty videos, videos with sexy airplane scenes. "Is that what you want?" I ask. He takes one breath, then two. His gaze travels down my body...

I planned on moving out until my stepdad made a move on me. Save up and move out. That's the plan — or at least it was. Since I'm going to college locally, Mom says I can live at home. So I'm getting my massage therapy license as a way to pay for my own apartment while I go to school. When my stepdad hurts his shoulder getting the house ready for my graduation party, I offer to use my massage therapy skills to help with the pain. But I don't have my massage table, so it's not exactly the p...

My Stepdad stretched more than my back...My stepdad's a chiropractor, so when I start complaining about my back, Mom suggests he gives me an adjustment. The only problem is, as soon as he starts touching me, my body reacts. Can he tell how wet I am, that I'm pressing against the table in search or relief? There's something different in his voice as he talks and then his questions get more and more personal. Is he thinking what I'm thinking?