The Ramones were blasting in my earbuds, and I was feeling hopeful about my chances of making up with Mindy. I’d fucked up. Again. My only hope was that she would forgive me. I needed another chance. Our wedding was in two months, and I’d been caught maki...
“Your boyfriend, Gunnar?” I asked. “Pfft, yeah, he is probably with your sister. Those two have been going at it non-stop for the past couple of days,” she exclaimed with a laugh. “You know about that?” I questioned. “Of course, I do! He’s my boyfriend,”...
I love when guys see me naked. And I love when I see them naked, too. I’m a thirty-four-year-old who recently discovered that I love showing off what I have. I get wet when guys get hard when they see, smell, and suck my pussy. My friend Emma and I were t...
Day 3, Wednesday: I awoke to the sound of the alarm blaring and discovered I was ferociously hungry. I had had many dreams last night, most of which I couldn't remember beyond the general feeling of them but the one I was having when the alarm went off wa...
After our little threesome, Debbie and I met for coffee (yes, coffee) the next morning to discuss my time with the girls while she was away getting her fill of Big Jim. Sitting on the back deck, morning sun warming us and her daughters tending to the vege...
Tuesday morning, I woke up feeling like I had had the best night’s sleep in a very long time. My body felt a little stiff and achy, as though I hadn’t turned enough during the night and I guessed that I had been so exhausted, mentally as well as physicall...
I didn't see much of Stefan for the rest of the day. It felt as though he was hiding in his office, no doubt he was embarrassed but it was like he was afraid to see me, afraid of what he might do to me if he did. My imagination went into full fantasy mode...
12 Years Later Mark I spotted her from the stands at the swim meet, wearing shorts and a polo shirt with the Alto Swim Club logo, her long, dirty-blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. She had a stopwatch around her neck and held a clipboard to her chest. My...
This isn't a confession as such and it's not a diary entry as I have never kept a diary in my life; it is just the sordid story of how my life changed in a week. It started with me doing something that I hadn't done in a long time. Perhaps because it had...
Introduction. Samantha was a woman in her late twenties who worked as a secretary, something she had done since the end of the summer break after her final year of high school. She had been feeling at a bit of a loss as so many teenagers do when they have...
Your kisses lingered like morning mist: cool, dispassionate. They evaporated long before sunlight warmed my skin. At last. You liked me on your arm. People threw pleasant smiles. I always knew when to leave, when our peculiar conceit grew more wearing tha...
A poem composed for her alone A page of intricate lace filled with words softer than a feather bed to wipe away tears trapped inside her heart and head ~ I write my sins as dirty poetry upon her skin to let the world know I lust for debauchery and dangero...
My friends and I are waiting at the bus stop after a long day at the Florida beach. We are all wearing bikini tops with jean shorts covering our bottoms. “I’m so ready to get back to my Air BnB”, I say to the girls. I had to rent a separate place because...
I must tell you about a very exciting sexual experience that my wife, Susie, and I enjoyed just under a year ago. As we approach the anniversary of our journey into a wonderful world of exhibitionist sex, I still get hard just thinking about it those firs...
I’m lying here ignoring the world, spending a few minutes relaxing and all I can think about is you. I need to touch you, feel you, but most of all, I want to taste and smell you. I’ve missed that scent, that sweet perfume that intoxicates me and drives m...
