It was a melancholy fuck; if there can be such a thing.  It was also intense and passionate. Ivy was on her back in her bed.  The little white silk robe she’d put on after her shower was wide open.  There was nothing modest about it anyway. The fabric couldn’t hide her big, bouncing tits as walked about the kitchen making breakfast.  I was amazed I had patience enough to finish my coffee and a bagel. It was Sunday morning...

Gail was the first granny I ever fucked.  If you’re single in your forties you expect that to happen at some point.  But I was twenty-seven.   I’d been in Dallas for less than a week the first time I saw Gail.  It was my first day at a new job. I’d spent eight hours in orientation before my new manager showed me my office.  A handful of people were helping me settle in, but it was the director’s administrative assistant w...

I doubt any single women under 40 read erotica online today.  Amazon has cornered the market on limitless reading at a low price.  And people who are just looking to connect with others are more likely to use a dating app or Reddit. But that wasn’t the case in the early 2000s.  Before the social networks took over, there were places online where people would go to write and share their interests with like-minded strangers...

My heart was racing.  My knees trembled. That’s the feeling I can’t forget.  The nervous anticipation I felt as I walked across the hotel lobby and stood there waiting for the elevator.  Wearing a little black dress, heels, and new lingerie. On my way to the penthouse, to fuck a stranger. I am nineteen years old, fit, and conventionally attractive.  I’m a part-time student working my way through college. I have a few jobs...

Deanna wasn’t a likable person. She wasn’t outgoing or friendly. When she spoke, it was almost always a complaint or catty remark. She was superficial and crass  But she was also attractive. She wasn’t a model, but pretty enough to get by with a bad attitude.  Her face was heart-shaped. She had big brown eyes and flawless skin. Her auburn hair was thick and always styled to draw attention.  She was short and fit with the...

When I'm traveling alone I talk to women at the airport.  You can't do that if you're afraid of failure. It’s a low yield proposition.  Maybe five percent of the time it goes somewhere. And even then it’s rarely sex.  But sometimes it does.  Occasionally you find a business traveler looking to blow off steam.  Or a vacationer looking to cut loose. Or the rare woman who just likes a no-strings fuck.   There isn’t a rhyme o...

Breeana and I weren’t friends. We’d known each other since elementary school. We had a lot of the same classes together. But by high school, we were in different social circles. I was an uncool nerd who used my wit to avoid being a complete outcast. She was an aloof hipster who hung who didn’t care about fitting in. I’d always had a thing for her, but it didn’t matter in the high school dynamic. She dated guys who were tr...

I had never even seen a picture of Alex before I got on a plane to meet her. We had emailed and chatted, mostly about writing and sex.  Every now and then the conversations would get flirty, but they never turned into anything promising. Believe it or not, there was a time when just writing on the internet could lead to a meaningful relationship. This was in the early 2000s.  I was posting erotica on a blogging site and h...

If you travel enough you start to see the same faces. Business travelers seem to take the same flights. They go to the same cities. They stay at the same hotels. Everyone picks an airline or hotel chain based on a loyalty program. So if you spend a month in the downtown Hilton in Minneapolis, it's not uncommon to run into someone you met in the bar a year later in the same hotel brand in another major city. It's not like...

Sometimes I think I have a sixth sense. I can spot a woman and know she has a naughty side. I'm not talking about the ones that are obvious. Of course anyone can see a woman in a short skirt with a tramp stamp with her tits half out and know she's probably up for a good time. I'm talking about the closet cases. The church girl with a dark impulse. The buttoned-up professional that's dying to let her hair down. The newlywe...

Betty was professional, intelligent, a good manager, and all-around great at her job. Everyone at the office respected her work ethic and her ability to get things done. She was seen as a rising star in the company. But none of that stopped them from nicknaming her Betty Big Titties. An office isn't that different from a locker room. Nobody said it to her face, but it was the nickname that men gave her behind her back. It...

I used to get laid from writing erotica. It probably seems impossible to believe now. But this was the early 2000s. There were no smartphones or dating apps. Personals sites existed, but mostly they were filled with people who were lonely and curious but not willing to actually meet someone. Nobody imagined a future where literally everyone was willing to date someone they met online. Amazon also existed, but there wasn’t...