The apartment door creaked open. Yoonda stepped out into the hallway. Her heels clicked softly against the floor, and her keys fell with a jingle onto the tiles. Her makeup was slightly smudged, and her green hair was tied back in a messy ponytail. Her black jacket hung open, revealing a low-cut top that clung tightly to her body. Under her short skirt, her sheer stockings were already torn from the chaos of the day. She...

Imogen is my best friend’s younger sister. I have known her for fifty years, since she was about eight years old. She was always Harris’s little sister, somewhat bratty, and to be honest, a bit of a pain in the arse when she was a kid, as little sisters can be. Over the years, Harris and I saw each other on a sporadic basis, with work and other commitments resulting in long periods where our relationship became dormant. O...

How did I find myself in this delicious circumstance? It started earlier that day when I was the first to arrive for a paddleboarding lesson. I pulled into a parking lot for a picnic area that also had a path through the mangroves to a secluded beach. The secluded beach was where the lesson was to be held. A casual glance at the expanse of mangroves lining the parking lot would not reveal the little-used, winding path lea...

In 1984, I started a new job in a new town which meant me staying away until I was able to buy a house. House prices in those days were expensive, but were affordable unlike the market is today. Shortly after I started my new job, another new person started her job in the same department. Her name was Charmaine and was a pretty petite woman with short cut black hair, as was the fashion in those days, and slim figure with...

“Hi, I'm Allison, you can call me Ally. Nice to meet you.” “Same here.” Her gaze slid over my body as she calmly observed me, trying to guess my thoughts. It wasn't the first time we had met, but it was the first time we had met IN PERSON. My gaze toward her almost seemed like a perverse reflection of her own. Our first real interaction was, of course, through the internet. Talking to someone through messages was much mor...

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...

This time, I told my husband about the night with my friend as soon as I got home. He wasn’t upset, having expected something to happen anyway, and he actually held me while I – finally – made myself cum. (He’d go on to tease me about “my lover” every time I was about to be in the same space as the latter, but it would never come across as mean or uncomfortable.) My friend and I met up again a week later at our usual munc...

Almost right after my momentous experience at the Munch and Play, I left for a week’s holiday with my husband. Whilst there, my friend and I kept flirting and reminiscing via messages, and that’s also where I started writing the first entry of this “diary.” I was so horny throughout the trip that in addition to sex with my husband, I masturbated every night – which is totally out of character for me! Apparently, my friend...

Chapter Six: The Crash (Rewritten) The air in the ballroom had changed. The chandeliers above still glowed soft gold, but the room felt darker somehow—warmer. Heavy. Like the space had inhaled her secrets and was holding its breath, waiting. Claire could barely move. Her thighs were slick, her breathing unsteady. Her body—trapped, trembling, traitorous—was pressed against Jaxon, still facing away from him, locked in a slo...

I used to write diaries until my early twenties, but the habit dwindled, and I somewhat regret not having documented my exceptionally ordinary life. However, at my ripe-ish age of 38, I shall have to make a new entry. To be clear, my husband and I are very happy together. I wouldn’t want to lose him for the world. Our married life isn’t traditional by any measure, and I’ve often admired some polyamorous (and swinging) cou...

In the softly lit atmosphere of the downtown lounge, the air was thick with the rich, inviting scent of aged whiskey, blending seamlessly with the soothing melodies of jazz that floated through the space. She sat elegantly on a barstool, her silhouette highlighted by the warm glow of the chandelier that hung above, casting a golden hue around her. The fitted red dress she wore clung to her curves, the neckline dipping in...