I had just turned 50 and was feeling a bit low. I had a successful real estate practice in the Detroit burbs I had worked very hard to build up. It was not an easy market, but I found ways to make it work. I was also on my third marriage and was starting to realize I had made a huge mistake. Why am I always attracted to the crazies? She was turning into a complete Looney Toons character. There was a very strong sexual att...

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In 1995, my wife was a very attractive thirty-six-year-old woman who had done very well for herself in the corporate world, especially considering her blue-collar roots. She had dropped out of high school when she became pregnant at seventeen and earned her GED later on while waiting tables. Then Suzie took computer classes and became quite proficient in the now ancient DOS Programming Language, which opened up the doors...

It seems strange, at least strange to me. You see, I met a great guy in college and married him. We’ve had a great marriage, and sex with him has been a joy. I was twenty when we tied the knot. Now I’m thirty-two, and I still love Gregory. We talked about having kids, but that wasn’t high on our to-do list. We were having too much fun the way things were. Anyway, what is strange is that suddenly I began having these fanta...

Feeling movement, I opened my eyes. The bare chest I lay on was unfamiliar, as was the hand that rested on my bare arm. As I lifted my head and looked around, I was puzzled to see that I was lying naked in another man’s bed that I didn’t recognize. “Hey there, sleepyhead. I thought it was the man’s job to go to sleep after we cum," Shane laughed. Now I remembered. I had just had oral sex with my trainer, Shane. I could st...

I found out about the affair in a way that people don't write stories about. It wasn't a lipstick on the collar, a text that popped up during dinner, or a neighbor dropping hints over the fence. It wasn't a grand confrontation, no shouting under the moon, no dramatic throwing of clothes into the street. It was smaller, like a splinter you can't see but feel every time you move. It started on a Tuesday morning, in a therap...

My name is Mrs. Alta Bose ( Ālatā bōs). I am a 28-year-old Bengali woman employed as a night-shift representative at a multinational bank's call center. I have been married for seven years to Mr. Ronnie Bose, who is 32 years old and works as an architect. His profession requires frequent travel and day shifts, resulting in our schedules rarely aligning. Our preferences diverge in several respects, including cuisine and en...

I’m getting annoyed. I’ve been ready to pay for my hot chocolate for ten minutes now, but still no waiter in sight. It’s the first day with good weather during my vacation and I do not want to waste any more sunlight in this café, as cozy as it may be. I grab the empty mug in front of me that still exudes the aroma of delicious chocolate. I head towards the counter, done waiting for someone to come to my table. Well, they...

You wake suddenly at the sound of the front door shutting. Emerging from a deep sleep, momentarily confused at being in the spare room. Then you remember moving there so as not to be woken when I came back late from a girls’ night out. Soft laughter and murmurs from the hall. You listen, still half asleep; and suddenly jolt into full consciousness at the sound of a male voice. Then silence. Lying rigid in the bed, you str...

Every weekday morning at 8:45, Iain stood outside the school gates like clockwork—coffee in one hand, half-hearted smile on his face, and a head full of distractions. But the one distraction he welcomed was Sophie. She strolled up in that usual confident stride, long curly hair bouncing, tight jeans hugging every curve of her tall, hourglass frame. There was always something in the way she looked at him—like she knew exac...

The way the fight started was the subject of dispute for a long time afterwards. I was a high school freshman, playing forward on my school’s junior varsity team. I was always pretty tall, about 6’2 (188 cm) and I was aggressive on the basketball court. We were winning against our most hated rival, the rich kids of Locust Valley High, when someone threw an elbow at one of my teammates. I don’t think I threw the first punc...