Lying in my bed alone. I heard the clock ticking down the hall. I stared at the dark ceiling. My mind wandered to where she was and what she was doing. The silence was deafening to me on nights like this. I dreaded these moments as much as I looked forward to them. I put myself in this voluntary torture. Every little noise was loud to me. Knowing I was alone waiting for her return was pure torture and arousal. As a man, I...

All the leaves were green, and the sky was blue. I went for a walk on a beautiful summer morning around my retirement community in The Villages, Florida. Turning the corner, I heard the wind chimes on my neighbor's porch, signaling that they were back from the north; they brought them inside when they returned to New Jersey. I quickly ran home to shower and shave. It had been months since my last visit with Cris, and the...

Upon arrival, I knock on the door right on time. Waiting in suspense for the door to open, my hands start to clam up. Fearful I got the time wrong, I move to check my phone when I hear Goddess’ angelic voice from inside. “Come in!” Said softly and sweetly, yet short, the command reaches me through the door. I take a deep breath and open it. As I walk in, the lights are low and the curtains are drawn. Goddess is reading so...

“I loved cunt, but also she who had it; I like the woman I fucked and not simply the cunt I fucked, and therein is a great difference.” Excerpt From: “My Secret Life – Vol I to III November 1888.” ** The small cellar was lit only by a flickering oil lamp and the room danced with a cast of shadows as our little game began. Standing in a circle of light, I felt my heart pound and breath quicken as he indicated the device he...

Tuesday morning came quickly as my alarm buzzed again at 5:00 AM. I longed for more sleep after working late last night, but I promised to call my husband, so I jumped out of bed and washed my face. Then I video-called my husband. “Hey, Jack, I know you are at work. Got time to chat?” I asked. “I have my office door locked, but don’t have much time. I see you in that sexy black negligee. Are you ready to show me your good...

I hate long flights. Actually, I hate any flights, but I especially hate long ones. The irony of being named Skye isn’t lost on me. I hope this one is going to be worth it though. All fifteen hours from LA to Sydney. I’ve got a lot riding on it. A few of my TikToks really took off earlier this year. The organizers of the Creators Summit in Australia picked me as one of their rising stars and asked me to be a guest at thei...

The twelve-hour anxiety She's leaving. Kayla, my mistress and lesbian girlfriend, is moving to another state. I was unable to speak. Like, literally nothing was coming out of the driest mouth of my life. “Carrie?” Her voice on the phone sounded so far away. I then realized my hand had dropped to my side. I lifted it up. “Yeah, uh yes, I’m here. Um…” There was a pause and I guessed she was contemplating what attitude she s...

I’m fifty-six now, only a few months short of fifty-seven years old, and the last six years have passed in a blur—a blur of sexual excess and pleasure. But let me recap events a little. I managed three more meet-ups with Rob and John and their Uni friends before they both, and indeed some of the others, graduated. Each session was as sex filled as the last. Weekends of utter excess, and I had no idea how I could replicate...

In only a few short weeks after I'd first photographed Summer naked in her student corridor, she became bolder in front of the camera. We hung out more and she'd find ways to flash me glimpses of skin at socially inappropriate moments. We didn't date, per se. It was an odd relationship in some respects. The more I got to know her, the more I wanted to fuck her. But the more I respected her choice not to push our times tog...

Isabella runs her hand over her silver chain collar, annoyed she hasn't heard from Damien in a week. She sits on the couch and props her feet up. She grabs her phone and starts scrolling through her social media, but her mind is still on Damien. He told her he would contact her, so here she sat and waited. Her phone rings in her hand, making her jump slightly. It's an unknown number, and her breath hitches in her throat....