She included her daughter. It started the way I told it: the tavern night, the tight skirt and heels, Wally vanishing with the young redhead while I ended up in her mom’s bedroom for that weekend-long masterclass in sexual pleasure. What I left out was that it didn’t stay separate for long. The second weekend I came back, the daughter was home. I walked in expecting more one-on-one time with the mom, but the air was alrea...

After that mind-blowing threesome with Mike, Jeff and I slipped back into our familiar rhythm: stolen afternoons of raw, greedy sex on the rooftop, the rough weave of the outdoor rug biting into my knees, his thick cock stretching me open while distant traffic and seabirds formed a constant low hum below us. But the air had thickened with something new. In the languid, sweat-slick minutes after we came, when our breathing...

Rooftop Threesome: Double-Bred by Jeff and Mike” Jeff is my FWB. When Jeff hit me with that question—“Would you be open to a threesome? I’ve got a buddy who’s dying to get a piece of that incredible ass of yours”—My heart skipped, and my cock twitched instantly. For over a year, we’d been stealing these raw, passionate afternoons together. His husband was always chill and welcoming, even that one time he lounged in the co...

My friend Jeff and I connected on a hookup site. Both of us are self-described pleasers—men who live to give and receive raw, uninhibited pleasure, unbound by labels. I crave every depraved act two men can share, so I was eager yet uncertain how violently our hungers would collide when we finally met. Jeff’s in an open marriage. We met at his stunning three-story home and were drawn straight to the rooftop gazebo, a priva...

"Luna’s Hotel Claim: From Fusion Tease to Filthy Surrender” When I think about all the men and women I’ve had sex with, some from my work travel were the most kinky! LUNA The first time Luna met me at a fusion restaurant. After lunch, we went back to my hotel for some passionate, filthy lovemaking—deep kissing, hungry oral, vaginal and anal fucking, edging, light restraint, and her taking control in ways that left me wrec...

Pegged, Milked, and Fisted: My Night with Sally Like all my other training locations, I was in Baton Rouge for one year, one week a month. This was my second time working in Louisiana, but my first in Baton Rouge. As before, I met Sally on a BDSM swingers website. She was my age—early 60s—a very petite woman, 4’3”, attractive, with a perfect body: small breasts, average weight, and a shaved pussy. I’m 5’3”, 145 lbs, with...

When I think about all the men and women I’ve had sex with, the ones from when I traveled for work were the most kinky. I traveled to Grand Junction for one year, one week a month. I met two different men there. The first was about 10 years younger than me; his name was Peter. I met Peter on a gay website. We hit it off right from the start. He liked older men, and at the time I liked younger men. Peter was gay; I am bise...

I moved to Eastern Washington at the age of 22, settling into a raw, rural world of endless farms, shimmering lakes, and dusty mines. The air smelled of fresh-cut hay and pine, but with my long hair whipping in the wind and out-of-state plates, I felt every suspicious glance. I wasn’t one for bars, so connections came slowly. I spent hot summer days at a small lake nearby, the sun baking my skin on the pebbled beach, cool...

I was still eighteen, buzzing from those secret rides and the explosive discoveries with him, but my girlfriend—sweet, shy Henrietta with her long brown hair and curious smile—was the one who occupied my daytime thoughts. We’d been dating a few months, stealing kisses behind the school or in the park, our hands growing bolder each time. One Friday evening, her parents were out late. She invited me over, her voice tremblin...