I had a dream the other night. I'm still not sure it was a good dream or not, but I'll let you decide. I was in our apartment's laundry room. It's a relatively large room for only having one each of a coin-operated washer and dryer. The extra space has a relatively comfortable padded bench and a table for folding things. A petite girl was standing with her back to me folding her laundry. She was easily a foot shorter than...

I had a dream the other night. I am not sure how to describe it. It was a weird combination of frightening and thrilling. I'll let you be the judge. I was in my apartment's laundry room folding my clean clothes. Our laundry room is pretty big for just having the two machines and a big work table, where I was. I was facing the wall with my mind on my task. Suddenly I felt a presence behind me and I turned, still holding on...

Ok. It's me again, Amy. I don't know how this happened. I've spent my whole adult life being the one in control. The men who tried to make time with me were always either entitled assholes or worthless supplicants begging for my attention. And that's why I've gone after hetero women and given them a proper lovemaking experience. Last time I wrote about one of those nights. What's happened now... well, it has me questionin...

She was at it again. The redhead with the fierce green eyes. I'd seen her a few times before in this bar, playing her little game with the rest of the women who came here to find someone. I knew her game because I played it too. And she was good. By my count, she was four for five - and given that she was picking up straight women made it even more impressive. I knew her game because I played one like it. Like every other...

"Bitch." I heard him say it. Not to my face, of course, but behind my back. His fragile ego couldn't consider for a millisecond that he wasn't God's gift to womankind, so being turned down flat couldn't possibly be anything but my fault. Whatever. If I confronted him, he'd deny saying it, but he's not worth the time it would take. No, I am here in this watering hole on a mission of my own - to find and conquer (at least f...

Finding a good babysitter is hard. My wife and I are very picky and a little paranoid, but we would go crazy if we didn't have a chance to go out together just the two of us. So when we found Mary, we thought we found the perfect angel to watch over our son. Well, yes and no. Mary was 21, only about 5'2" or so. She was fairly thin, and pretty much always wore outfits that were tight on her and showed off her figure. She h...

What happened to me shook me to my core. Don't get me wrong: I'm not upset that it happened, certainly, but it's made me question everything. I've always been straight. Every sexual fantasy I've ever had has involved men. The old phrase "tall, dark and handsome" didn't just come out of nowhere. A chiseled man can turn me into jelly, but a beautiful woman just makes me feel competitive. Let me start at the beginning. I've...

I don't quite know where to begin. My name is Mary and I'm a junior in college. To make a little extra money I got a gig babysitting for a nice couple. Their son is polite and well behaved and we have a lot of fun. And once he's in bed, I've got the house to myself until they come home. And the money is pretty darned good for what's a pretty easy job. I mainly deal with the Mr. - he texts me to ask if I'm available, usual...

I've got to tell you about last night. My God, I don't know what words can give it justice... but it was the best sex I'd ever had. I've always been shy. The boys in high school stared at me a lot, and that just made me nervous. The few who tried to make time with me gave up... I guess I didn't play the game right, but that's because nobody ever taught me the rules. College was worse. My choices seemed to be either the li...