Vivian stood in the hallway outside her apartment, frowning at the man knocking on her best friend Lisa's door across the hall. She recognized him immediately—Jim. Lisa's go-to fuckboy. Tall, tattooed, and annoyingly good-looking, he was the kind of guy who made his intentions clear just by existing. Vivian crossed her arms over her chest, irritation bubbling up as she watched him knock again, louder this time. "She's not...

The cold hit more than usual that morning, but I didn’t care. I was already half-wet before I stepped out the door, the flannel shirt sticking to my skin where it brushed bare curves. My nipples ached under the fabric. I wanted to feel him shiver when I slid the shirt open and pulled him in. I stepped out into the clearing. Empty. The mist clung low over the frost. Trees stood still. But no one was waiting. I stood there,...

I busied myself with quietly tidying the house as Cara and Tim engaged with each other in a postcoital haze. It was darkening when Tim appeared, stretching noisily as he returned to the dining room, where I sat quietly reading. “Tim, put some clothes on please,” I said. He grinned at me. “Is that what you really want, B?” he said, a noticeable semi developing between his legs. “While Cara is asleep in bed, yes,” I said. “...

I kneel on the bedroom floor, blindfolded and silent. I brought this upon myself, but I’m not sure how. My arms are bound in front of me with a silk scarf, the insides of my wrists are pinned together, which makes my hands useless for anything. My body is exposed, naked except for the heels he chose and the panties I wasn’t allowed to remove. The rug beneath my knees provides some comfort, but I’ve been here long enough t...

The rhythmic click of heels approaching the reception area drew my attention away from the dog-eared "Good Housekeeping" magazine in my hands. The salon was empty of other clients, and I'd just exchanged goodbyes with the young receptionist. If everything had gone as planned, that meant there could only be one person left—the reason I'd come back here in the first place. And there she was—Cheryl King. She looked radiant,...

Since James and I fulfilled a couple of our fantasies, we have talked about how much we each enjoyed them. One evening, while we talked about them, we decided that we would like to continue with our journey and explore a little more. We got online and started looking at a few of the swinger sites and decided to join one. We filled out all of the boxes, created our profile name, and even took some pictures to add to our pr...

New Year's Eve in New York City has its legendary spectacle and its crazy stories: parties, public intoxication, huge crowds, ridiculous weather, dancing until dawn (literally). And a few things Dick Clark's Rockin' New Year's never mentioned, like hooking up with strangers, and insane orgasmic satisfaction. In our forties, my husband, Jack, and I have enjoyed a swinging lifestyle and recently started some more aggressive...

Introduction. Lisa grew up in a safe suburban environment under the watchful eye of a domineering mother. She yearned for independence and the ability to be more daring away from her mother's stern grasp; she had never met her father or experienced what it was like to be doted on. Lisa, now seventeen, suggested staying at her aunt's villa in the south of France for the summer. Aunt Rose, who was actually Lisa's mother's b...

Journal Entry – July 2 I suppose I have to stop pretending this will ever be read by anyone else. I’ll use our names because I’m tired of feeling like some adolescent scribbling secret initials in a diary. If I’m going to be honest with myself—truly honest—then I have to admit that what happened at the faculty swim club party today has only deepened my curiosity, and I’m beginning to wonder whether this is curiosity or so...

The cold hit more than usual that morning, but I didn’t care. I was already half-wet before I stepped out the door, the flannel shirt sticking to my skin where it brushed bare curves. My nipples ached under the fabric. I wanted to feel him shiver when I slid the shirt open and pulled him in. I stepped out into the clearing. Empty. The mist clung low over the frost. Trees stood still. But no one was waiting. I stood there,...

Since James and I fulfilled a couple of our fantasies, we have talked about how much we each enjoyed them. One evening, while we talked about them, we decided that we would like to continue with our journey and explore a little more. We got online and started looking at a few of the swinger sites and decided to join one. We filled out all of the boxes, created our profile name, and even took some pictures to add to our pr...

I'd long gotten used to the quiet of the country. For almost thirty years, I'd lived well outside the town limits. My small house was on a gravel, dead-end road, and only a few other dwellings were within sight of mine. I took privacy for granted, never bothering to close my curtains. Sometimes I forgot to lock my doors. The house on my left had always been a little too close for comfort; from my bedroom window, I had a c...