To be honest, my life was pretty crap.  My name is Sophie and I was in my late thirties. I was unhappily married to a man, whom I hated and had been forced to marry, Simon. My parents, you see, didn’t believe in me and thought that I’d need a man with money and true to form, they set me up with a sleazy scumbag, whom I now call my husband. I guess I did it out of reluctance, as he needed a wife and I apparently needed the...

It had been a long and stressful couple of months. The breakup, the aftermath, school, work, parents going on and on about how it would be good for me to start attending church again... Good Lord it was honestly very, very frustrating. To top it off, my ex-boyfriend was being overly emotional about the whole situation, so sex with the ex was out of the question. And man, I was horny. More than once I wished I wasn't too s...

Ashley should have mentally drained after a long week of employer-sponsored training, the endless monotony of high-tech lectures, and computerized e-learning quizzes. Instead, as she made her way back up to the hotel's elevator, awake and maybe even sexy. She was going home the next day, but tonight she looked forward to her last night away from home. I, of course, knew none of this, but as I stroll down the ornate, plush...

Something powerful stirred inside me when I heard the groan of carnal satisfaction over the gentle waves. That something had been trying to return for a while, nudged toward life with every sultry glance and beautiful body that I encountered or imagined. But when I turned the corner that night and saw her on his lap, rolling her hips, unmistakeably fucking, that was when it officially re-awakened. It had been asleep for l...

 It's a beautifully warm and sunny day as I walk up your short driveway with a small, paper bag of tomato seeds in my hand. I can see that you and your husband are both home by the cars parked in the shade. Your husband is inside, watching the pregame, judging by the sounds emanating quietly from the open living room windows. In the back, your weeding makes enough noise that you didn't hear my feet crunching the fine grav...

“You don’t send audition tapes for porn, stupid,” Amber said. “You go audition in person, or they find you, and they videotape that. You haven’t seen those things on the internet?” Kona laughed. “You didn’t know those were fake? Like, they totally pay real porn stars for that. They just pretend to be talked into it on camera.” Amber shrugged. “I bet some of it is for real. Everyone gets their start somehow, and its not by...

She waited on the front porch for almost an hour before she finally gave up on Amber and re-assessed her options. Absent-mindedly scrolling through her calls, including the six most recent ones to Amber, all unanswered, she got to the two that she had missed from Robbie. “Robbie,” she said in monotone, still a little bit stoned from the hits she took with her brother that morning. Since then, the big tasks already conquer...

The lingering scents of warm shower water and body lotion lingered in the air when I slowly awoke, still nestled comfortably in the cottony cocoon of our sheets and comforters. As my senses powered up, one by one, the events of the day before dawned on me anew, ending the peaceful morning amnesia even before my eyes opened. I’d spent the afternoon and evening in a mental battle with myself, unable to cope with either Hani...

“I miss having sex with a man sometimes.” We were sitting in Gato del Sol, our neighborhood Mexican restaurant, having what passes for Sunday brunch, just like we did nearly every Sunday. I was skimming through the ads in the weekly alternative paper when she looked up from her iPhone and said that, breaking a good five minutes of comfortable silence. “I mean, I can’t handle a real relationship with a guy. No way I could...

I step off the bus looking around, taking in the scene around me. People rushing into their loved ones arms, people talking on their cellphone, and people grabbing thier bags. It's pretty hectic. I sigh and grab my phone realizing I missed a text. I open it and giggle. "R u here baby?" I smile and slip it back in my pocket. Better to suprise him. I had been talking to Billy for a while. We had become best friends and thou...

Every time I travel with my job, the opportunities are endless. Businesswomen at bars, wives stopping at Starbucks, stay-at-home moms shopping for husbands and family, the urges are everywhere. My problem is, I can’t just walk by without making myself known. I am a man. I can’t help it. The woman that you see at Starbucks is a woman on her way home from work. The woman that I see is a private fuck party waiting to meet so...