Even after I'm permitted to remove my blindfold, the darkness remains absolute. This room is windowless and soundproof. The floor is covered with a thick padding that provides a cushion for my knees. A friend has invited me here so I can revel in what she calls "the room for unbridled sluts." She and her husband are deep into the BDSM scene, and they've specially designed this space on the lower level of their unassuming...

In the weeks that followed, Serena spent almost every night with me. We did little sleeping, often making love several times in the span of a few hours. I quickly grew exhausted. Clothes hung looser on my already thin frame. I also did a poor job of fulfilling my duties as associate pastor, for I was constantly distracted by memories of my first lover. They played in my mind like an endless pornographic movie reel. I coul...

That night, after I'd fulfilled all my obligations at the church, I returned home. Once again, the place was silent, devoid of Serena's presence. I vowed not to answer if she knocked at the door. The mere thought of her made me tremble with fury. Perhaps she realized she'd gone too far and would now leave me alone. I recited the Lord's Prayer while I got ready for bed; my conviction felt stronger than it had since I'd fir...

I let Serena stay. I let her into my bed. In the darkness of my room, we lay side by side. She was naked, while I kept on my briefs in a ridiculous attempt to prevent us from sinning any further. "You'll need to leave before sunrise," I said. "I can't risk any of the neighbors seeing you." "Of course." She withdrew her hand from beneath the covers so she could trail her fingers along my bare chest. "Now do you believe me...

After telling Edna I must have been confused about Serena, I quickly said goodbye and hung up the phone. I doubted the elderly woman would press the issue later. Outside, the rain had stopped, and daylight was beginning its persistent slide toward evening. In the bathroom, I stripped naked and stuffed my clothes in the hamper, out of sight. I made sure the shower spray was hot enough to pinken my skin. With a rough washcl...

I knocked twice on Edna's door, just as I always did when I visited. Since the elderly woman couldn't get around easily and used a walker, she'd given me a key to her house, and I usually let myself inside after alerting her to my arrival. But on that October afternoon in 1985, the door quickly swung open. A young woman I'd never seen before stood to greet me. I realized she must own the Buick Regal parked out front. "You...

I'd just locked up the store and was headed toward the stockroom when I heard Chuck call out to me. I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was pissed. Backtracking a few steps in the short hallway, I looked into his office. "Yeah, boss?" He was sitting at his desk, an invoice in his hand. His eyebrows lifted as he peered at me over his reading glasses. "You screwed up this order, Andrea. Big time." My heart felt li...

I enjoyed the quiet evenings at my local library. The place was a far better choice than hanging out at a bar, though I'd checked out a couple of those, too. Being recently divorced and with my daughter away at college, I found it difficult to adjust to the emptiness in my house. I hadn't lived alone since I turned eighteen, and I discovered I didn't much care for it. So instead of going straight home after work and drink...

Loneliness could do strange things to a person. In this hollow, the silence was interrupted only by birdsong and the bold creek that ran behind my house. I never dreamed I'd be a widow at fifty-two; if anything, I thought Henry would outlive me. Until the day the heart attack took him, he had the strength of an ox. My late husband had come from a well-to-do family, but he made sure we always lived within our means. I used...

"He's slick," the other women warn me. "Don't let him talk his way into your pants." For weeks, I manage to resist his charms. I steel myself against his honey-sweet flirtations. But when he finally catches me alone and at my most vulnerable, he doesn't say a word. In silence, his mouth seeks out mine. I make no protest as he fondles my nipples. His touch is a maddening tease. He grins while slipping a hand inside my pant...

It's been weeks, and my humiliation over Phil leaving me feels just as fresh as it did the moment he walked out of my apartment for the last time. I can't help but replay our final conversation in my head, when he gave me that tired line: It's not you, Annette. It's me. I'm full of self-loathing for missing him. No doubt he's moved on to some other woman already. But while my affection for the man has turned brittle, read...

Imagine an anatomical heart carved of agate, intricate, enclosed in a red velvet pouch. Something you find whimsical, a nostalgic artifact from the not-so-distant past. An item that enchanted you in the moment. A figurine you pocketed to ponder over at your leisure. Now imagine it misplaced, gathering dust in a neglected corner of your room. This is my love for you.

"Let me come inside you," I beg. Still shaking from her orgasm, she issues an ultimatum. "Fine, but you have to clean up your mess." Following my fierce climax, I lie between her legs. Semen oozes from her stretched hole. I manage a hesitant lick. The salty, acrid taste is tempered by her familiar tang. Hunger overwhelms me. I spread my lover wide and tongue-fuck her pussy. She gasps. "How can you enjoy eating your own cu...

After the business dinner ends and everyone drifts out of the restaurant, Derek hangs back to wait for me. Even at nine in the evening, his suit is impeccable, and his smile reveals no fatigue whatsoever. "That went well, don't you think?" he says quietly as we head for the door. "It did," I agree. Derek and I have been colleagues for a few years now. The purpose of tonight's dinner was to give our company the opportunity...

"Remember," I tell my stepbrother as soon as he appears in the doorway, "this is a one-time thing." Zac dumbly nods while staring at me. I'm stretched out on my unmade bed, wearing only an oversized T-shirt and white cotton panties. He's fresh from the shower and sporting a noticeable bulge in his boxer briefs. Propped up on an elbow, I do my best to appear slightly bored. No sense in letting him know how much I've been l...