We made love in the shower, slowly, passionately, two souls connected, then slept. In the morning, Phoebe woke me up with her mouth on my cock. We moved into a 69 and lazily brought each other off. She wanted another shared shower, but I smacked her ass and told her I’d make breakfast while she freshened up. She kissed me deeply and made puppy dog eyes at me, but I held my resolve. I lent her a T-shirt and a pair of boxer...

In a large part of our sexual adventures, my husband, Jack, and I decided to check out a local swing club. After our first visit, we knew we were hooked. Our Saturday nights were spent in the club, trying out various fantasies and rapidly becoming well-known regulars. Tonight was a special night for me. The club’s owner, Tony, had told us the previous week that he was installing a swing in the party room. The party room w...

I was sitting on my porch in North Denver enjoying a cup of coffee when I saw her again: a new neighbor with a small dog she walked around the block. She looked to be in her mid-50s, maybe early 60s. She had a petite but attractive body, pretty face, and short, nearly all white hair. As she passed by, I spoke up and said, "Hi." She answered with her own "Hello," so I approached her and introduced myself. She told me her n...

What's better than a Bank Holiday dog walk and a coffee? As I strolled into the coffee shop, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My tight black yoga pants had pulled up and I could see my pussy outline staring back at me. I looked over and saw a hot guy looking at me smiling. I grabbed my coffee and felt his gaze between my legs, making my clit throb. Thank god I left my rabbit on charge.

I've always hated being labelled a tomboy. A hoyden, as mom preferred. It's patronizing, like some phase I'll grow out of rather than a part of who I am. What defines me. Everything's so binary these days. You're either with us or with them. Yeah. Like I got up one day and made a choice to prefer jeans, T-shirts and sneakers to dresses and high heels. Some think it's a cry for help or a woke fashion statement or a need to...

I was sitting on my porch in North Denver enjoying a cup of coffee when I saw her again: a new neighbor with a small dog she walked around the block. She looked to be in her mid-50s, maybe early 60s. She had a petite but attractive body, pretty face, and short, nearly all white hair. As she passed by, I spoke up and said, "Hi." She answered with her own "Hello," so I approached her and introduced myself. She told me her n...

In a large part of our sexual adventures, my husband, Jack, and I decided to check out a local swing club. After our first visit, we knew we were hooked. Our Saturday nights were spent in the club, trying out various fantasies and rapidly becoming well-known regulars. Tonight was a special night for me. The club’s owner, Tony, had told us the previous week that he was installing a swing in the party room. The party room w...