Through the center of Munich the water of the Isar river flows clear and cool between sandbars and rocks and if you stand on one of the bridges above it, you can look down and see fish in the clear water swimming in place as the ducks float above them. I was twenty-two and the year was 1990. I had followed a girl to Munich and was taking German lessons at the Goethe Institute; for work I taught English at Berlitz. Spring...

To Redeem Myself * * * * * I knelt on the dark mahogany floor of the university's art gallery, which had once been the town's chapel. Against the exposed stone walls, an intimidating St Andrew's cross stood. I shuffled nervously, unable to pull my eyes away from it. A shameful warmth bloomed between my thighs. "Strip," Miss Sullivan called out, startling me. She sat on my desk with her long legs crossed, her verdant eyes...

****************************************** Graduation Day * * * * * After studying art for four long years, I was finally graduating. Fidgeting with my clothes, I stood on the stage with spotlights following me. My face wasn't red because of the speech I was about to give, though; public speaking does make me nervous. But I wore crimson cheeks because of the secret hidden beneath my graduation gown. I stepped up to the mi...

Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror and wondered how you got there? Fate, chance, destiny—call it what you wish; life is not random. There is no grand puppet master dictating our lives, allowing us to foolishly excuse ourselves of responsibility. No. Destiny is forged one step at a time. With every little choice and act, we create our future, and only we are accountable for what we make. For better or worse, th...

Ah, the whims of fate! Life indeed unfurls before us like a tapestry of unexpected delights, but what happened to our couple far exceeds what Agnès and I, Adrien, could have imagined. It's as if the universe looked upon us and thought, "Why don't we throw in a little extra chaos for kicks?" Agnès, the radiant star of my life, shimmered with the grace of a goddess. Her hair, a cascade of golden waves, kissed the contours o...

A week. Seven torturous days have passed since I caught that treacherous scent in our bedroom. Suspicion had become a constant companion, a shadow clinging to every thought. I decided then to organize a gathering here, at our house, under the guise of bringing our closest friends together. A celebration of life, of friendship, or at least that's what it would be for everyone else. The house was filled with laughter, soft...

From the moment María walked out the door, my mind was no longer in the present but in the future I longed for with every fiber of my being. Sitting in the study, I picked up my phone and began to type a message to Ana. "Ana, the afternoon feels empty without the promise of seeing you. Could you fill it with your presence? I'll be waiting." The wait for her response was torture, each second stretching into eternity. Final...

It was tradition to decorate the Christmas tree together for our party. Last year it was at Heidi's house, and before that, Dee's. This year, it was my turn. Everything began normally with the typical flirting and gossiping that ensued whenever we got together. But normality wouldn't last, because Sammy, my old mistress and lover, was joining us this year. I should have known how that would end. I really should have known...

No, you dirty minded individuals, that's seven orgasms in a night, not seven men! What do you take me for?! Welcome back to my sexual autobiography, answering questions I see on the Lush forums truthfully! This poster asks, “How many times have you cum in a single day?”. My most spectacular night of orgasms happened in 2011, and the gentleman in question was to become the last real boyfriend I had before I married Mr. MC1...

Ours was a comfortable and safe neighborhood, a small modest middle-class subdivision where families quickly found each other and took turns rotating play dates and sleepovers. Each child of mine found their favorite family and formed early friendships that would last for years. Of course, the children brought us moms together where we got acquainted and grew to enjoy each other's company in friendship; in some cases crea...

I don't remember much from last night. Especially the last hour is vague, those last three or four drinks making everything feel all blurred, mashed together in some kind of weird, distorted sequence. But I do remember the way you looked at me. The way that your foot casually grazed mine as we sat together, talking shit to each other and anyone who would listen. The way your hand rested on my knee, and slowly, gingerly, a...

Wally’s leg jittered a lot when he had to pee. It turned me on to no end but I had no idea how to break it to him that I got so turned on watching him pee. Or need to pee and dance around. Watersports wasn’t exactly a well-looked-upon fetish, even in kinky circles. But it made me so hard, every time. Even after I started HRT - and erections were more challenging. Watersports got me bone-hard in seconds. It was just what d...