Dear Diary, My best friend Kara came over last night to hang out. Time got away from us and rather than drive twenty miles home, she stayed the night. She and I have no secrets between us, so I decided to confide in her as I have so many times before on these pages. A decision I made to stay home after high school and commute to Columbia University rather than live in the city has become challenging. My lust for a man is...

Dear Diary, I'm having difficulty falling asleep. It's 2 AM, and for the last thirty minutes, all I can hear is my mother and her boyfriend having sex in the next room. She screams when she has an orgasm. Since she met Frank, this goes on all the time. They have an insatiable appetite for one another and enjoy each other's bodies. This isn't the first time that their lovemaking has kept me awake. When I hear them, I fanta...

An hour after I arrived at my office Monday morning, two dozen red roses were delivered to me. There was no signature on the card, it wasn’t needed, I knew it was Thomas. I was still on cloud nine from Saturday night and Sunday morning with him. My week was going to be a busy one. My schedule had me traveling to Milwaukee. Time was short but I wanted to acknowledge his thoughtful gesture. I picked up the phone to call him...

The weekend heat was unrelenting. The thermometer read 96 but, in the sun the temperature was well over 110 degrees. I planned to take a ride on my boat to one of the beach islands offshore. The Gulf of Mexico was uncomfortably hot, so that was not appealing. There was no relief from the heat so I stayed home, occasionally jumping in the pool, drying off, and then doing it over again. Shortly after noon, the phone rang. I...

Shortly after my divorce, I was having erotic dreams, so I decided to see a psychologist. Wendy Morton, MD; a sex therapist helped me in the past work through that time. I need her help once again. In our last session, I made some revealing confessions. She is a hands-on therapist, and I am sure she will understand. This time it isn’t dreams, it is reality. “Thanks for seeing me, Doctor. This is embarrassing so I’ll try t...

The waves crashing on the beach woke me out of a sound sleep. For just a moment, I had forgotten where I was. Then it all came back to me; Betsy’s house in Southampton. Last night was wild. The memory of three men fucking me caused a trickle from between my legs. Then I remembered Sylvia. I was in her arms when I fell asleep last night. Now my bed was empty. It was light out and I fumbled for my phone. I focused in; it re...

Being a divorced fifty-three-year-old workaholic woman is no picnic. As a member of the Florida State House of Representatives, it is social death. The hours are long. I spend an exceptional amount of time away from my home near Tampa and the pay is terrible. It was never my intention to go into politics. I was a high school principal when the State Rep in my district died in a car accident. The Governor had to pick a rep...

My holiday weekend was planned a month ago. Memorial Day is always difficult for me. I lost my only child in Iraq, killed in action. I can’t believe it has been fifteen years since he was taken from me. My lifelong best friend knows this is a dark time for me and she invited me to join her for the weekend. I traveled to New York knowing I was in for several nights of debauchery. Betsy and I met in the second grade and we...

My niece Lexi is a freshman at Columbia University in New York City. Last month, she called me to ask if she and a friend could come to my house for spring break. She is my sister’s youngest. I told her she was always welcome to come to Florida, and that it was fine with me as long as her mother said it was okay. I let her know I had to work so she would have the house to herself. I also let her know she could use my car...

Throughout my career, I’ve had to travel to meet with clients. Usually, my trips are scheduled efficiently so my travel is easy and meetings are productive. Yesterday was different; I was traveling with my boss. We had a breakfast meeting in Pensacola in the early morning and another meeting scheduled in Tampa in mid-afternoon. A distance of 330 miles as the crow flies. This was doable, but only by helicopter. Recently, I...

The coast off of the North African Ottoman provinces of Algiers, Tunis, Tripoli, and Morocco in 1803 was as dangerous a place as anywhere on earth. It was known as the Barbary Coast and was a very lucrative business for Pirates. Capturing merchant ships and enslaving or ransoming their crews provided the rulers of these nations with wealth and naval power. Although the majority of pirates in history have been men, there w...

Every night I have dreams. For the last year, a night hasn’t passed without having incredible erotic fantasies while I sleep. It has become such a common occurrence in my life that I started to see a doctor about it. Her name is Dr. Wendy Morton. She is a psychologist who specializes in dream and sexual therapy. Finding the right person was not an easy task. I had to travel over three hours to see her in person. We decide...

Dear Brian, I am in Houston this week. I found love... at least for a few hours Tuesday night. A cute little Mexican girl, about twenty-two or twenty-three years old. She was at the bar all alone. I struck up a conversation with her in Spanish (yes, I am bilingual in addition to being bisexual). We spoke for about forty-five minutes. She told me her whole life story about how she left Juarez because it was so dangerous th...

Last week, a family friend passed away in New York. Her name was Eleanor; she was ninety-six years old. She and her late husband were lifelong friends with my parents. I knew them as Aunt Eleanor and Uncle Harry. She was a fine woman, a devout Catholic who never missed a Sunday mass. I wanted to pay my respects in person and decided to travel to New York for the church service and funeral. I booked an early morning flight...

On my birthday he took me to a club. He told me it would not be your typical pub. It was not at all what I thought it would be. The people there were all carefree. When I stepped through the door, I nearly froze. I was the only person dressed in clothes. I couldn’t help but to be slightly scared. My man told me to get prepared. It was so erotic when I was made to stand nude. The men cheered and some comments were crude. W...