Another week and I’m heading from Sydney to Perth for business. It’s a flight that normally bores me because it takes so long; I’d prefer to be doing anything other than be stuck on a plane. Working my way slowly through security, I get a sixth sense that someone is looking at me. Naturally, I look at the security staff expecting it to be one of them, but it isn’t. I scan behind me in the line and make eye contact with a...

I'm usually happy to see my wife Cheryl – I love her and all – but on this occasion, I was relieved that the person coming down the stairs turned out to be neither my spouse nor my companion's, but rather an older gentleman in flannel pants and a jacket and slippers. “Oh, good evening,” he greeted me, slightly startled. “Hello... looks like I'm not the only one who can't sleep?” I really hoped he wasn't indefinitely inter...

We bumped into one another at an outdoor party. Or rather, he bumped into me, and ended up spilling my drink all over my shirt in the process. It gave us both a bit of a laugh though, and something sparked in his eyes as he offered to help me clean up the mess. I didn’t even know his name, but feeling bold tonight, I asked him if he wanted to make another mess first. He took the hint, raising his eyebrows at me before lea...

I love my wife Cheryl – in many ways, our life together is great. But I'm just not satisfied sexually. We've never really done it that much, and she's never been adventurous, and is hardly ever sexually playful, not wanting to try new things, even positions. When it comes to sexual intimacy, there's not much there. It's kind of like she just lets me have it occasionally, acting like it's okay, without being into it. Sound...

I woke in an empty bed. Meg wasn't there. I was excited to find out how her evening went with Alan. Meg told me, "Stupendous," when I got into bed with her, but she was half asleep. I found Meg sitting at the dining room table, staring into a full mug of cold coffee. She was wearing her white robe but hadn't fastened it. "Are you okay?" I asked. Meg didn't look happy. "Last night was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened....

It was sometime around 10:00 p.m. when Lisa woke me, gently shaking my shoulder as she lay beside me still naked. “You hungry sleepy head?” she asked in a soft and gentle voice. “Mmmm…” I murmured and moved down slightly sliding my face from her shoulder onto her right breast taking the nipple straight into my mouth. She smiled and let me suck for a few moments. “You like that, don’t you?” “Mmm…” “Come on – we need some r...

She had been walking through the woods, the fall colors blazing through the branches of the trees. Peaceful and quiet, she let the cool fall breeze clear all thoughts of her lonely, unhappy life. As she rounded the curve of a trail she was on, she noticed a man sitting on the bench up ahead. He had on a brown cowboy hat, a flannel shirt, tight blue jeans, and black cowboy boots. He was watching her as she approached. "Hel...

Donovan struggled with his apartment key as his new friend was all over him. He still couldn’t believe that he’d gotten her to come home with him the first time he asked. It even seemed to him like it was her idea. He just knew when they got into separate cars she would turn and leave before they were at his apartment building. Still, there she was when he parked, waiting on him. Once he got the door open she practically...

It started with a phone call to a chatline. I was alone and curious. I recorded my bio message, describing how old I was and how I looked. It said my name was Alice. I was twenty-one, with long black hair, dark brown eyes, curvy. I wanted to find a nice guy to chat with.I went through several messages from men wanting to talk to me. But I only truly noticed one man’s message.“My name is Chase, I’d love to chat and get to...

I looked at my phone just to be sure I was at the right address. I was here. I approached the door and glanced back at my car debating if this was what I really wanted to do. It's not too late to go home. I thought. No. I want this. Before I talked myself out of this I pushed open the door and walked in. I found myself in a beautiful decorated room just like the lobby of a luxury hotel. Off to my right was a fully stocked...

. "I'm shaking?" I told my fifty-five-year-old wife, Rose. "Me too," she said. "And there are a few butterflies now." We were waiting for Jason to arrive. I suppose this story began twenty, maybe as long as thirty years ago, when I told Rose I wasn't against her having sex with another man. Nothing ever happened until just four short weeks ago. We were at a friend's house, with a few others having drinks. Most had come in...