It was a warm Spring afternoon, and I’d just gotten out of the shower following a run along Chicago’s Lakeshore. I was fortunate to live practically across the street from the Lincoln Park Zoo and Lake Michigan, in a cozy two-bedroom apartment with my best friend Molly. She was going to be busy all afternoon and evening with classes and a shift at the bar on the corner where she worked as a server/bartender, so I was wait...

After that first time (or times, plural) with Mark, I somehow felt even more insatiable. We continued with sexting and phone sex mostly, out of necessity. But then, Mark started coming by my apartment on his way to and/or from work on days when I was home and had the place to myself, telling his wife he had to go in early or stay late. Sometimes I would end up running late to class or scrambling to switch a shift at work...

There she is again. Right on time, just like clockwork. Tonight she’s already dressed for bed, wearing a black tank top and some pink shorts. Lying on her bed, talking on the phone. It has to be the same guy she’s been talking to every night. Or a girl, I guess. Maybe a boyfriend or girlfriend. They always call at the same time. I wonder if it’s a long distance thing, since she hasn’t had them over yet, as far as I’ve see...

“Soon” finally came that Saturday afternoon. The morning after that fun chat on my way home from campus, Mark told me to send him my schedule and Molly’s so that he could find a time that worked for him. We were both desperate at that point. Mark: Let’s do Saturday Mark: I’m going to tell my wife I need to go to work for a while Sam: Will she believe that you have work on a Saturday? Mark: Yes Mark: It’s happened before M...

The next several days after Sluggers were a whirlwind of sexting and phone sex. Mark and I were getting pretty swept up in the thrill of whatever was happening between us. Or at least I was. But it felt like he was right there with me. We started talking every night. Mark stayed up chatting with me after his wife went to bed. I would talk to him on my way home from night class or work, or I’d let him distract me from read...

Wrigleyville was crowded for a non-game night. The sidewalks were packed as Molly and I approached the bar, just south of Wrigley Field on Clark Street. We loved coming to Sluggers on Saturday nights for $1 Jell-O shots and the dueling pianos show, followed by dancing in the downstairs bar area, or hanging around at the batting cages. Somehow, we’d arrived early for once, so we got some drinks downstairs while we waited f...

My friend Molly and I were running down Wacker Drive, nearing the two-mile marker of the Shamrock Shuffle, an annual 8k race through downtown Chicago. We’d been running together every March since we were sixteen, now seniors in college and roommates. “Let’s grab some water,” Molly panted as we approached an aid station. “Okay,” I agreed, following her lead to veer towards the left side of the street where the volunteers h...

Lately, I’ve been seeing sex everywhere. I’ve never felt so insatiable or reached this level of desperation. My pussy throbs all day long and it keeps me up at night as I masturbate multiple times before finally falling asleep. I feel self-conscious that my thoughts must be apparent. People I work with, other parents at daycare pick up, and strangers I pass on the street must know my dirty secret. They have to notice me s...

I’ve always been happy to perform oral sex as a part of a mutually pleasurable relationship, but I’d never felt so desperate to do it. I couldn’t explain why. Jackson was attractive, but not the most attractive guy I’d ever dated. He was good in bed, but not the best sex I’d ever had. There was just something about the connection between us that made me feel so out of control and… insatiable. I found that I couldn’t stop...