I'd often wondered what it might be like to be a slut. My life was pretty mundane, and although my husband was a good provider for me and the kids, he was a dud in the sack. For years I had resigned myself to the fact I would never have mind-blowing, wild sex, and had collected quite a number of sex toys that usually came out the morning after my hubby had e...
Authors Note: All persons in this true retelling of my past experience were aged 18 or over. ***** Although I've had a great and varied sex life, the event I relate here is, for me, starting with possibly the highlight of my experience. It's burnt into my memory simply because like most of the best memories, it happened at a time in my youth in the late 19...
The year was 1968. The place was Illinois, on the road to Chicago. There were six of us on our way to share a hotel room at the edge of town. It was affordable split six ways. The Democrats were having a meeting at the International Amphitheatre and we tried to go down there once but it was too crowded. We decided to just stay on the outskirts of town. We th...
Lisa couldn't get him out of her mind. While she reluctantly went to bed in the same house as her abusive husband for the last four years, Tim was the man of her dreams -- and fantasies. She thought she was in love with Charles when she married him, but before long she realized it was a way to try to avoid not being able to wake up next to Tim every mornin...
After a long morning or family obligations I knew what I had to do. I had dropped something off at friend's parents' only 20 minutes away…. always the good and dutiful girl. Even though we had closed the cottage a few weeks earlier, he and a friend had taken a load of firewood up this weekend. It was glorious Indian summer afternoon and I decided to make t...
I never thought it would end up like this... Seeing her crawling, up from the foot of the bed toward me, that look of hunger and anticipation in her eyes, like a well too deep to see the bottom, was something that rendered me speechless. It's dim in the room, and I sense, her rather than see, her dip her head slightly to run her bottom lip over the tip of...
Rana tapped her foot idly on the granite floor, listening to the sound of water rushing through the cave wall. The moon light shone through small openings in the ceiling, bathing the cave in a dull luminescence. Rana took out her pocketwatch from her gown and flipped open the lid. "Late," she murmured to herself. It was 12:03 in the morning, on July 11, 194...
They sat down for dinner, just as they did every night. She had carefully prepared a meal that fit all his expectations – low sodium, low carbohydrate, high protein. When he sat down at the table, he instantly turned to his paper, reading through the sports and the news as he took quick, hefty bites. The woman ate a bit more slowly, twirling her fork in the...
He putters with no particular deadline, but Sir is not your average, garden variety putterer. He is a journeyman carpenter and craftsman. He has, thus far in his short stay not only repaired, refastened, hauled out, lubricated, and painted this-and-that, he has reorganized the garage, rebuilt a rocking chair, restored an antique bookcase, and custom designed...
I am 42 years old, married and in my sexual prime. I am deployed with Marines and love working with them. I love watching them show off and flex their muscles. My husband is not nearly as interested in sex as I am. I find myself fantasizing about the hunky Marines and even had an affair with one. Once I had one affair, it was pretty easy to fantasize about...