In Chapter one our heroine, Kate, a successful businesswoman turning 60, has asked herself a troubling question. Is she a slut? Thus began a series of chapters in which she describes to her husband Henry (her fourth husband) her life beginning with her late teen years and her sexual activities at each stage. The portion in italics in each story is her recoll...
[This 2nd installment of a short series should ideally be read in sequence, but can also be enjoyed on its own. The story does alternate between his and her POV, but unlike in Pt. 01, I don't label as such since most readers would be familiar. Plus it's pretty obvious given the gender and anatomical references.] ***** That afternoon, I resume my new routin...
"I am a victim of my time A product of my age There is no truth in my obsession I was a holy man, but now With all my trials behind me I am weak in my conviction Even though I walk to try and get away Knowing that someday I'll finally have to face The fear that will come From knowing that the one thing I had left was you, And now you're gone..." ~"Nothing a...
I believe the simple answer is that yes it is, but that a more complex answer would be much more precise. To start off I wish to start with a brief disclaimer, I will then look at the background and provide a brief description of Buddhism. After this point I wish to present the fundamental conundrum that I will be dealing with: are certain, sexual acts, inco...
Annie approached the mysterious house with anticipation. "Was she really going to do it?" she asked herself. After all she had not had any sex for a year, and she certainly had never taken part in a gang bang. Yet that was exactly what she intended to do. Furthermore it would be with a gang of black guys who had appropriated the name "The Mandingos." What wo...
"When a person does not give up on sex, sex does not give up on the person." (Gabriel Garcia Marquez) Tania sat on an air mattress beneath the old apricot tree that was one of the trees that constituted the orchard part of the garden. Beyond the orchard and screened from her sight by a high brush fence was the swimming pool from which emanated the cries, sq...
It is after work and I am at the gym. I don't often go these days, but I've had a long hard week in front of a computer – too many donuts and cups of bad coffee - and I need to do something active. After all a woman in her mid-30s needs to watch her figure! I've been there an hour or so, working up a good sweat, when Cliff comes over and offers to spot me on...
After a bad relationship I had decided to take some time off from dating and sex. My self imposed celibacy had been going on two years. At first it had been really hard, I would wake up finding myself masturbating. But before long I was doing alright with it. I had inherited some money from an Uncle and could take my dream vacation. I had always wanted to g...
"This is ridiculous," I thought, standing outside St. Joseph's cottage waiting for Brother Robert to answer my knock. "What excuse can I give for coming by this time. Surely by now he's aware that these frequent meetings with him to talk about the boys on his work crew are contrived and unnecessary." My sister told me I was crazy and said I was setting myse...
She strolled into the room turning heads and soliciting lustful looks. She walked in like she owned the place, because she did. The club was jumping which is the way she liked it. The music was loud and the intoxicating. She had worked for years to get DeSade's Playhouse to the nationally known fetish club that it is today. She had forgone lovers, friends an...