My wife and I have been married for almost twenty years. Despite getting older, we both managed to keep our youthful appearance. As such, people swear we are both in our early to mid-thirties despite being in our mid-forties.  As a background about myself: I'd always been a traditional guy of Irish heritage. Monogamous, cautious, and not particularly adventurous sexually. Even when opportunities presented themselves in my...

There were always two cleaning ladies at my college dorm. They could also be seen around the college building itself. One was an older white woman with white hair. She always wore jeans and worked slowly; there wasn’t much to say about her. The other was an Arab woman; she was younger and very slim. She had a flat figure and was nothing special in any other way. I mostly ignored them; there was nothing worth paying attent...

Twenty years of waiting for this. Twenty years of watching you from a distance. You’re the most beautiful, smartest, funniest, dirtiest girl I’ve ever known, and when I finally get you back in that room, I’m going to remind you why no one else will ever compare to me. Next time I see you, I’ll cover the room with roses everywhere. Take you to dance with me. Share a laugh and make you feel comfortable. Order some nice food...

My parents didn’t like her. Lynn was twenty-nine, and I was only twenty-four. We each had taken the long route through college and were finally nearing our Bachelor's degrees from a top-ranked business school. We met in college and, being older than most of the other students, gravitated toward each other. The five-year difference in our ages didn’t seem nearly as much as the difference between the nineteen-to twenty-one-...

A ping to my phone wakes me the next morning. The sun is shining through the curtains of my bedroom, and hubby is still asleep beside me. I open the waiting message. ‘Well, my little slut, did you get hubby to fuck your ass?’ I type a reply, ‘Yes, Sir, and just my ass last night.’ Another ping with the reply, ‘Mmmm, you are such a wonderful, obedient Slut Evelyn.’ Typing back. ‘Ty Sir, I hope I am.’ Another ping. ‘I’ve ha...

It'd been a month since I'd passed all the checks, the questions, the vetting, and the subtle tests from the group administrator, a month of waiting, of wondering, of aching. The offer was there, dangling like forbidden fruit, and I'd been too much of a coward to take a bite. There was always something. A reason, an excuse, work, family obligations, a dinner with my fiancée, a meeting I couldn't skip. For weeks, I'd dance...

I have been navigating the past months of being single after a bad breakup. It has been months since the breakup but only recently, with some help, have I regained my self-esteem and confidence. It started simple enough, I met eyes with a great looking woman at a coffee shop, struck up a conversation, and got her phone number. The date never panned out but I realized that women were finding me attractive again. The next w...