Years ago, I had a boyfriend named Kyle who was one seriously hot guy. He was sweet, generous, and always treated me well, taking me to the best parties. We’d been exclusive for about three months, and I was really starting to feel comfortable with him. I hadn’t seen Kyle in nearly a week, so on Wednesday evening I decided I’d surprise him at his apartment with a little “us” time. It was still late winter, cold enough for...

It was one of those blistering summer afternoons where the air itself feels thick and lazy. I’d just finished a tall glass of chilled rosé, the alcohol humming pleasantly in my veins, when I decided the deck was calling my name. I let my silk robe slide off my shoulders, draped it over a chair, and walked outside completely naked. No towel, no bikini, no tan lines allowed. The sun hit my skin like warm hands, and I sighed...

We rinse and dry each other off, then walk back to the bedroom. I pour a glass of wine, and we begin discussing anal intercourse. “I know you’re concerned. You’ve never done anal, you’re a virgin in that sense, and you’re afraid you might hurt me. Honestly, if it’s too much, I’ll tell you, okay?” “Now, tell me, lover, what have you done regarding anal, and what are you afraid of?” “Nadine, the most I’ve ever done is what...

Nadine and Cloie had been trying to find time to get closer ever since they met online. That finally happened when Nadine flew into Chicago and Cloie drove into the city. They had reserved a room with a king bed and a large jacuzzi tub. But first, they had to find each other in the busy hotel. Nadine texted, “Where are you?” She got a text back immediately: “Look over to the bar.” Nadine glanced over and saw a crowd of me...

“There’s nothing I’d like more,” he says, “but before we go, show me what’s under your blouse and skirt.” He grins, adding, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” I begin unbuttoning my blouse. As I do, he peels off his shirt—damn, he looks incredible for someone in their sixties. My blouse falls away, revealing my sheer bra, my nipples pressing against the fabric. He reaches out, grazing them lightly, and a moan esca...

My divorce from my husband was difficult, to say the least. I was in a marriage where we were a party couple, and eventually, my husband discovered that sharing me brought him a new level of excitement. I was into it as well and thoroughly enjoyed the attention and wild times. Unfortunately, this led him to take us to parties where I became the main attraction, probably because we wouldn't have been invited otherwise. I h...

I had heard from some friends about a photographer who took glamour pictures—risqué but not porn, if you get my drift. My lady friends told me that when they gave these pictures to their husbands, the men acted like teenagers. I decided it would be fun to see Paul’s reaction if I had a set made. Before I go too deep into this, I should tell you that Paul is my second husband, the love of my life, and we’ve lived a free-sp...

Stephen leads me to the bathroom, and I am again amazed. The shower is so large that it could easily fit an entire basketball team. Rainfall shower heads are in the ceiling, wand shower heads are placed into the walls, and multiple spigots are present. “Stephen, please start the shower.” As he turns a knob and water begins to bubble out of spigots, I remove my shoes, garter, and stockings. I walk into the shower, and Step...

Stephen looks at me with a shy grin and waves the fob over the penthouse button, which lights up, and we begin to move upward. “So, Stephen, it’s pretty obvious you’ve been to the penthouse before. Do you have lots of ladies visiting you there? Stephen laughs and tells me, “Miss Nadine I go up here to study; I have never had anyone visit me here.” “Shall we try to have a nice evening, celebrating your birthday any way you...

It’s been a busy day. I wake to find Phil’s hard cock, laying on my ass, I just go ahead and take matters to the next obvious location. We both feel wonderful; I prepare something to eat. Phil, Paul, and I discussed how we can continue playing in a safe environment. The day has progressed so fast; I can’t believe in a few short hours I will sell my sexual services. It is so exciting, so erotic, to think that men would pay...

I'm so mad that I'm not listening to him; that moron nearly got me arrested for prostitution. I don't want to pay a fine, get arrested, or worse, have it featured on the evening news. I will never return to the hotel; I will not engage in this bullshit now that the cops are aware of me. I refuse to do it. Paul laughs as he drives down the street; it's a humorous laugh, not malicious as if he's outwitted me. I'm so angry,...

As soon as I finish speaking, Paul slams on the brakes and asks, "What do you mean appointment? What do you do with your body? Why would you require a bodyguard, for heaven's sake?” "Honey, you wanted me to see how others see me, and tonight I've had a real eye-opening experience," I say, reaching out and holding Paul's hand. "Paul, when I went to the manager's office, he accused me of working his hotel guests." Paul give...

As I grow older, I wonder if I still have it. Sure, we still go to the occasional swing party and have a great time, but we know these people, and of course, no one wants to hurt anyone's feelings. Paul, my husband, recognizes that I am not my normal happy-go-lucky self and begins the difficult process of finding out why I am down. I can’t help myself; my lover, friend, and forever partner is asking me why I am so down. I...