The first time I saw her I didn't really notice her. She had partly obscured my view of the television. At that moment, I was more concerned as to whether England would finally score a goal tonight. I had no idea that within a couple of hours I would be doing outrageous things with her. Beyond anything sexual I had done spontaneously in my previous 60 years. I had always planned everything.  In my long life, I had done so...

It was early 2010. The world was so different, only 16 years ago. Sure, some things were still the same as ever. People were still having sex. But I wasn't. The internet was a bit grown up and reasonably ordered. But still exciting and not over-monetised. Social media was emerging and fascinating. But not yet overpowering and distressing. Smartphones were new and exciting too. But not yet the universal fundament of daily...

Mind upside down. Lying in bed. Alone. Nearly sleeping. Abused, but ecstatic. A wild evening. My husband, Mike, had fucked his hooded girlfriend right in front of me. As planned. Then a hot bisexual young man turned up. Sent by Mike. He'd fucked my arse. For the first time. I'd orgasmed almost to unconsciousness. All so improbable. Like winning the lottery. More exciting even: no money could have bought that experience. S...

So there I was. Just to remind you of the situation that I was in this time a week ago. Mouth taped up. Mute. Wrists tied behind me. Temporarily disabled. Ankle attached to a fixture. Immobilised. Naked. In my own bedroom. Head full of sexual wonder and imagination. I had just watched Mike, my husband of 23 years, fuck his hooded girlfriend, right in front of me. I had smelled it, heard it, and seen it. The intense visual...

I had always considered nipple rings to be ugly. Weird. Maybe even a little degrading. Until the moment I focused on the swaying movement of the gleaming pair of them attached to the woman whom my husband was fucking as he and I stared fixedly into each other's eyes, a few metres apart in our bedroom. Suddenly, in the intensity of the extraordinary moment, those metallic accoutrements on a woman I didn't know, and whose f...