I doubt any single women under 40 read erotica online today.  Amazon has cornered the market on limitless reading at a low price.  And people who are just looking to connect with others are more likely to use a dating app or Reddit. But that wasn’t the case in the early 2000s.  Before the social networks took over, there were places online where people would go to write and share their interests with like-minded strangers...

My heart was racing.  My knees trembled. That’s the feeling I can’t forget.  The nervous anticipation I felt as I walked across the hotel lobby and stood there waiting for the elevator.  Wearing a little black dress, heels, and new lingerie. On my way to the penthouse, to fuck a stranger. I am nineteen years old, fit, and conventionally attractive.  I’m a part-time student working my way through college. I have a few jobs...

When I'm traveling alone I talk to women at the airport.  You can't do that if you're afraid of failure. It’s a low yield proposition.  Maybe five percent of the time it goes somewhere. And even then it’s rarely sex.  But sometimes it does.  Occasionally you find a business traveler looking to blow off steam.  Or a vacationer looking to cut loose. Or the rare woman who just likes a no-strings fuck.   There isn’t a rhyme o...

I had never even seen a picture of Alex before I got on a plane to meet her. We had emailed and chatted, mostly about writing and sex.  Every now and then the conversations would get flirty, but they never turned into anything promising. Believe it or not, there was a time when just writing on the internet could lead to a meaningful relationship. This was in the early 2000s.  I was posting erotica on a blogging site and h...

It started when I was sixteen. I guess that's how it works for everyone, right?  The girl next door; a hot, college student who was the object of my dreams, was into community theater. We'd spend afternoons helping her with her plays. Sometimes she had the boys play female roles. She even dressed us up. I guess something about it just felt right. Something stuck. Of course, a grown man in a dress isn't socially acceptable...

After Danielle's confession, our sex went to a new level. We were on each other like teenagers. We explored new experiences. We fucked in our backyard, where neighbors could have seen us from their second floor. On one drive, we found a secluded road, stripped naked, and I bent her over the hood of the car and gave her a good screwing. It went on for a month or so like that. I asked her about Jeff at work, and she told me...

I've always fantasized about it, Neena wrote.  Meeting a man in a bar. Going back to my place.  And discovering that he's wearing panties. It’s so taboo. We were texting one another.  A few days earlier, she'd responded to a simple ad that I'd placed online.  There wasn't much text--just a picture of my hard bulge barely contained in panties.  She was the only woman to reply. Have you ever been with a man in panties? I as...

Sitting up a little straighter, I raise my hand to get the waiters' attention. The gentleman acknowledges me and walks over.“Can I have the cheque when you have a moment, please?”“Sure thing honey, you sure you don’t want to wait a little longer?”“I think half an hour is embarrassing enough.”The waiter gives a tight, polite smile, nods and leaves me sitting here alone. I use this time to think maybe there’s a slight possi...

It was October of 1987. Kelly and I lived in an area with a strong German heritage. There was a German social/sporting club a few small towns away that held a series of Octoberfest dances each year. They ran every other Saturday culminating in a big party on Halloween weekend, which that year was actually on Saturday. The fact that we were all taught the polka, schottische, and waltz in high school gym class tells you all...

On a sales trip to Buffalo, a couple of handsome strangers catch my eye. This is an opportunity I can't pass up to fulfill my husband's fantasy of having me flirt and tease some strange men, then return to tell him all the details as he listens from between my thighs.    

I woke to hear my alarm clock radio telling me the weather forecast for the next district, having just missed my district. The weather forecast should come on just after I get out of the shower, so I can then decide what I need to wear for the day. But it should not be already on when I wake up. I had slept in again, and I was running at least twenty minutes late.I quickly dived into the bathroom, getting the shower runni...

Rita's dad splattered his drink all over his lap as he spasmodically launched off his lounger. He bounced, wide-eyed, off the hard deck, unable to pry his eyes from the shocking sight of my shy wife's tinctured, naked body. Even from twenty feet away, Safa and I could easily see his massive snake head slip out from his yellow striped boxer swimsuit as he awkwardly clambered back onto his webbed poolside seat.Two hours ear...