Whore, n: A woman who engages in sexual acts for money: a prostitute; a promiscuous or immoral woman.He called me a whore. Whether I was or not is a matter of semantics. I was an unfaithful wife, not for money, and not with many, but with one, the one who found me at my weakest. The one who meant less than nothing. He took advantage, as did I. He paid no price, for the indiscretion was financed by me alone. I cried and my...

Will tonight be what I fear, a plaintive Pas-de-deux choreographed to the requiem for a dying marriage, danced without desire for an audience of strangers?'I wish my life could be that dramatic, that flowery, even that corny, but my journal reflects the me I want to be, crushed under the weight of the me that I am.I know my husband Joel and I love each other, but what brought us together ultimately kept us apart. We had s...

I drive to the GPS coordinates in my phone, a secluded, wooded area. Grabbing the tote bag my Master had given me, I follow a barely visible path through the trees and brush to a small clearing, barely twenty feet across. I drop my bag in front of an oak tree and retrieve the rope I'd been told to bring. I tie one end securely around my left wrist and kneel with my back against the tree trunk, wiggling my wide-spread knee...

FAYE:It is a beautiful spring day that my wife Elaine and I arrive early at your house. After a little coffee and conversation, Elaine and your wife Jackie take off for the drive to Baltimore for a day of shopping. The girls look gorgeous together: Elaine is a diminutive brunette with shoulder length hair that curls into her neck, a knockout figure and medium sized perfect breasts. I've always admired your wife Jackie, ta...

The aftermath of Round One found Carter and me cuddled together on one of the couches in the huge fuck room at the Roughrider Bar. We were soon joined by a cum covered Chloe, who sat, leaving me in the middle. I laughed and sang to her:"Rebel rebel, what's on your dress? Rebel rebel, your face is a mess. Rebel rebel, how could they know?Chloe joined me for the hook line, "Hot tramp... I love you so!"I moved in on her for...

The sky started clouding over as I found the cafe called 'Chances Are' down on Santa Monica Boulevard and pulled in. In 1974, I was nineteen and had found a man in a swinger's ad magazine and was here to meet him.Inside, it was different than any other restaurant I frequented. The clientele were all men, not a woman in sight. I felt a shiver of guilt and fear as I waded into these unknown waters, looking around for a man...

Now that you've met Chloe in Part One:Today I want to remind myself of how much I owe her for luring me into the circumstances wherein I met a beautiful man, a man who would change not only my life, but my basic conception of myself. I found him in the most unexpected of places. A place where Chloe brought me.SUMMER 2011. THE SAN FERNANDO VALLEY.I had just gotten home from work, put on my makeup and changed into some old,...

Chloe McGill never led me astray. I was a fulltime, tax paying citizen of Astrayville long before I met her - I just wasn't that good at it. Then Chloe came along, and that girl has ended up getting me into some of the most outrageous adventures. I adore her. It must be made clear how much more she is than just a cohort in gangbangs and sexual trysts of all sorts and sizes. She is the most influential person in my life af...

This is the true recounting of the first time a man's cock ever touched the inside of my mouth, with as much detail and in-the-moment sexual chronology as I can remember twelve years later. I have made no embellishments to make it a more exciting read. This is as it happened.It was in the summer of 2004, a few months after my separation and bifurcation of assets from my cheating ex-wife of thirteen years. The divorce actu...

Things were quiet at Mac's Bar that night. I was nursing a beer when a friend of mine called me on my cell. I'd known Todd for some time now. He was one of those work buddies you keep after you've left a job. Tall and muscular, with rugged good looks like an action movie hero, he always got the once over from any girls around. But I knew that the women lusting after him were barking up the totally wrong-ass tree.Todd wasn...

I discovered my bisexual inclinations fairly early in life, so by the time I was nineteen, I had done nearly everything you could do with any combination of genders and numbers. I'm a regular guy on the outside, but in private I am comfortable in both the masculine and the ultra-feminine role. I could pass on the street as a hot, high-heeled slut, blowing straight guys in their cars, or go butch, lowering my jeans to fuck...

Woody Allen was wrong. Way back in his stand up days, he said that people who are bisexual double their chances for a date on Saturday night. I only started having sex with men about ten years ago, but I'd say it at least quadruples your chances. In all my years of reading Penthouse letters, I never had the kind of encounters I've had since I gave in wholeheartedly to my longstanding homosexual tendencies and became fully...