Is every sexual fantasy meant to be realized? Tonight, as I talk with my husband, I wonder. "You can't be serious!" I exclaim, trying not to raise my voice. "How could you imagine me doing such a thing?" "Relax, Evelyn. I am just suggesting it because you seem to fantasize a lot about it lately." "Fantasize is the keyword here," I insist. "Just because a book turns me on does not mean that I want to turn fiction into real...

"It's been a long time since I allowed you to come," my wife said. "But today, finally, your waiting is over." "Thank you, Mistress," I replied. We made our way to the bed, and she instructed me to strip naked. She then secured my wrists and ankles with leather cuffs, leaving me completely immobilized. As she removed her clothing, she sat atop my face. "First of course, you have to take care of me," she said. "I'll tease...

Amanda smiles tenderly at me, while throwing the dice. What a good first roll she has. The hardness growing in my underwear starts to become seriously uncomfortable. I never thought playing backgammon could ever be so erotic. Because, you see, we agreed on a wager. The loser doesn't get to come for one week. And has to satisfy all the sexual demands of the winner. Amanda gracefully moves her checkers, teasingly even. Then...

James parked the car. His wife gave him a goodbye kiss, and he noticed she was wearing the beautiful lingerie they had chosen together through her rather transparent dress. "I’ll call you when I am finished," she told him before going away. She rang, and he waited to see her disappear through the door before starting the engine. * Alone at home, James was restless. He tried to read, but could not focus. It was always like...

I usually liked this coffee place, because it was the only one that I knew in Boston that played jazz. That is why I would walk several kilometers in the early cold of October to have breakfast there, every morning. But although I have always admired both Ella Fitzgerald and Georges Gershwin, I could never stand that song. It feels like a lie: it just sounds too soothing. And it is not at all what it feels like, to have a...

As a writer, Amanda was facing a somewhat unusual problem. Not that she was ever short of inspiration; rather, she had too much of it. As she always liked to say, she could not control the dazzling speed of the stream of dirty fantasies running through her mind. This might seem like an insurmountable obstacle for a writer. But in her case, it was not, for she was entirely specialized in erotic fiction. She was only frustr...

2nd of March- Dear Journal, today we had an argument with Jessica. "So you do not believe in hypnosis, do you? But you still agreed to date me, knowing that I am a hypnotherapist. Is that right? So you don't mind that your girlfriend is an unethical fraud?" "Honey, don't take it that way. I am sure you have the best intentions, but..." "But you just care about how nice my ass looks; you don't care about the person I am, d...