After finishing our round of golf, my buddies suggested we stop in the clubhouse lounge for a drink. I was new to the area and had just met these guys recently so I figured it would be a good way to get to know them better. As we entered the bar, one of the guys in the group yelled to the bartender. “Charlie, you got the big screen set up in the locker room?” “All ready for you guys, I know you wouldn’t want to miss her.”...

In the heart of Albuquerque, New Mexico, a city known for its vibrant culture and stunning landscapes, lived an 18-year-old girl named Amanda. She had just graduated from Rio Grande High School, a significant milestone in her life, and was now navigating the complexities of adulthood. Amanda was a shy, innocent girl, often content to stay in the background, but she yearned to break out of her shell and experience the worl...

It was always and only about Alya. Other people came increasingly into the equation, but in truth, I had no attraction to them. My desire was solely for Alya, specifically in finding ways for her to experience her sexuality in the wildest and most public ways. It was the exhibition of her wanton sexuality that so turned me on. Though I can no longer recall how it started, playing games whilst driving on the motorway featu...

One of the appeals of vacationing on a formerly French-owned Caribbean island is the lingering French influence. Great food, for sure, but also their sense of freedom on the beach. Women routinely sunbathe topless, and there is always a section reserved for nude bathing. It was the latter that attracted me. An American tourist, I enjoyed the adventure and anonymity of baring all. I was on my back on a blanket, eyes clothe...

By 2024, I had settled into a rhythm with my own company that I wasn’t particularly looking to break. I’d been single for over a year, navigating a handful of short-term relationships that had fizzled out before they ever really caught fire. In between, there was Bumble, a digital carousel of faces and first dates. I was twenty-seven, enjoying the lack of obligation, and getting quite good at keeping things casual. Then t...

After the student party, a lot of the pretence had gone. Sharon admitted she was enjoying becoming a submissive slut, and we talked it out openly. As far as I was concerned, I now had the green light to look for more adventures. This was far from easy in 1980s Belfast. I thought about it for a while and decided to buy Sharon a vibrator. There was no online shopping back in 80s Belfast, so the next day, during my lunch bre...

Chapter 1 – The Envelope That Owned Me - (The invitation that knew my name before I did) I was halfway through sorting junk mail when I saw it: a thick black envelope lying face-down on the cold tile, as if dropped in a hurry, the crimson wax seal shattered like a broken heart. Something inside my ribcage split open the instant I noticed it, just as the wax had cracked. I should have stepped over it. Good girls — girls wh...

I’d like to tell you about my latest sexual adventure. It’s been a while since I’ve posted something that I found pretty exciting, and I thought you might enjoy reading about it. This may seem to be a strange topic for me to write about, but earlier this week, I had an appointment for my six-month skin check with my dermatologist. I have to go frequently because of my history of sun-damaged skin. First, a bit of my histor...

She was so done with today. Classes were exhausting, the hot weather sucked and the bus, as per usual, was late. She just wanted to get home and blow off some steam. Finding a seat at the back of the bus, she started daydreaming. Masturbating was her favourite form of self-care and oh, how she needed it today. Her thoughts got interrupted when someone sat down next to her. Annoyed, she looked over. The whole bus was pract...

Sally and I were students in our University’s creative-writing course. It’s an opportunity to indulge pretensions that we would one day be the next great American novelist. She and I would discuss our latest efforts and edit each other’s writings. Maybe call us study buddies. But what a beautiful study buddy she is. Blue eyes and Little Orphan Annie curly brown hair. Just my type. But unfortunately, there was never any ta...