…Oh, a hot shower would feel so good as it sprays across my face and covers body. Nothing like a hot, steady stream on a cold winter morning to wipe away the cobwebs, I thought… Better wash kitty, I thought. As I lathered down below, I could feel the stubble growing back. Great, another $80.00 to keep things looking smooth. These fucking pubes grow back so fast. But damn, that cloth down there feels good, but I don’t have...

The only time Janet posed nude for payment in her early years was after she had a bust-up with her boyfriend. He had been particularly mean to her, so she wanted to get even. She had always been willing to pose for him from the first time they met, either as an art model or later for photographs and he particularly liked to get her to pose completely naked outdoors, where there was an increased risk of them getting caught...

The old Victorian house creaked and settled as night fell. Its ornate woodwork and stained-glass windows gave it an air of faded grandeur. I'd been living here for three months, the only male tenant among a handful of others. My room was rented from Mrs. Hawthorne, a kindly widow in her sixties. The other tenants were mostly quiet, keeping to themselves—all except for the young woman in the room next to mine. I'd seen her...

(This is a completely true story. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent.) Tessa didn’t know what to do. She was in a truly terrible position at the moment. She was in a hospital room with her best friend Abby. Abby had just had her gallbladder removed, and was sleeping soundly. It was about 2 am, and except for the steady, rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor, all was quiet. Tessa had promised Abby she...

Alisha stood silently and let her fingertips skim the assortment of leather implements on the wall before her. They ranged from the relatively tame to the severely intimidating. How had she not known about her husband’s penchant for whips and chains? More importantly, why had he felt the need to hide this side of himself? After ten years of marriage, you’d think she would have had some notion. She’d stumbled upon this den...

My wife Ann and I are an average married couple. We aren't eccentric or even wild by anyone's imagination. We live a simple life without much drama, but that changed a few months back. We have been together for more than thirty-five years, and I can safely say we had no more than a few disagreements. Ann is sensual and reserved and is more of a soccer mom. She rarely goes outside her comfort zone, but when she does, it is...