"Oh, my gosh, I was so nervous," Nikki thought as she paced the suite. "I have not seen Vikki since just after high school, a little over ten years ago."This weekend was our tenth-anniversary reunion. I waited in the suite we would share while at the celebration. I hoped Vikki liked everything. I moved the flowers I brought to the center of the table. I rubbed my hands on my wool slacks hoping to keep them dry. Waiting fo...

What could we have been?We lay together, side by sidein the cool grass of autumn,leaves crunching against our skinwith every small movementas the sun and clouds pass above us.Time and its passagehas no relative meaning here;we are two separate people, and yet...We see each otherfor what we really are,but in these timeswe cannot see who we were meant to be.My eyes furtively glance over at youworried in this silent pausetha...

We are used to reading the stories on here about couples first times at clubs or meeting others and they always seem to have been the perfect meet.Here is our story of our first meet.We had discussed for many years, our fantasies about swinging and having sex with other people, but had never felt ready to make the next step.On a lovely Sunday morning in August we decided to take a walk along the beach. The sand was clean,...

My Heart,our lives were tiedby lies made knot.You turned with Time,the wheel that Love forgot.I sought, I fought,the bonds we wrought yet hold me aloftunbreakable,unshakable,inescapable,my Will for naught.Time moves on, and I will not.You moved with Time and mine,mine,You are not.

What is time? Minutes, hours, days, years? Or is it something else? ***************************Time – Beginning You sitting on a ocean dock. Me standing on a mountain peak. Separated but never apart in unknown space and time. Your time - Sacrifice Inhaling the smell of death and war,touching agony and despair. Through a open windowfinding forgiveness and peace. My time - Squandered Searching for something not knowing what...

Among the chaosBehind the heartWe find some wayTo press restartOr is that just meAlways a possibilityI hate tryingIt's a waste of timeSo is writing Silly little rhymes Or is itPossibly Just meMy thoughts floodThen they haltEverything is goneIt isn't my faultCould it beThat it's just meFinding calm Inside calamityPraying to GodI will be set freeThat's just meProbablyAnd when the slateStarts a newMy mind beginsWith eyes of...

Charles and my first swinging experience wasn’t at all what we expected. Of course, we really didn't know what to expect, but we were both excited and willing to go all the way with sharing intimacy. And I know I was excited about the prospect of getting laid by a relative stranger and my husband Charles was completely prepared to watch me have sex and orgasms with someone else. We met them on a swinging web-site in South...

A day without tearsA night without fearsA moment of peaceAn orgasmic releaseTime to reflectTo heal and protectWaiting patientlyTo see before meA glimpse of hopeA way to copeA hug from anyoneThe barrel of a gunTo do the mathAnd find my pathBut not todayYou've gone awayMaybe tomorrowI'll feel no sorrowMaybe somedayI will find a wayTo find peace againIn your arms, my friendTime to face the fearThat I don't belong hereMy love...

It was a rather busy day at work and I was having a hard time shaking it off so I stopped at a bar nearby to have a quick drink, not to actually get drunk, I just needed something to put that shiny hue back into the world. I decided to go to this little place I have never been. There was really nothing particularly interesting about it but the sign said “Longest bar in town!” Hmm …Is that really a selling point? I walked...

The game always took place on the outer rim of the scorched city. An abandoned manufacturing facility long since left to decay by the authorities, far enough out that it was deemed too costly to demolish or protect from squatters, the dust, vermin and time allowed the privilege of sealing its fate. That's why it was perfect. Out of sight, out of mind. Those that picked up the coded messages advertising the date of each ga...

My fiancé and I, along with eight other couples, were invited to a Saturday football party at one of his colleague’s homes. I did not really know any of them, except Frank and Mary, the hosts. They were all doctors, and their spouses, that he either worked with or were associated with. They have a huge home, with an enormous pool-spa combination in the back yard, connected to a multi-level patio. There is a 70 inch TV on...