The male gaze! Toxic! Oppressive! That’s how my feminist friends talk about it, and sometimes that’s absolutely justified. But the male gaze can also be very different. It can be playful and challenging! It can be yearning and tender: those are all forms of the male gaze I can’t get enough of. I’m thinking especially about the adventure I recently had with two lovely friends. Oh God, that was so wonderful. And their male...

My alarm started buzzing at 5:00 AM, waking me from a deep slumber just in time to catch my husband during his noon hour. The jet lag combined with the wine and great sex with Brody had me sleeping like a baby last night, and I was fully recharged for what I anticipated would be a long Monday. My husband works from home on every other Monday, and we were able to talk while he was eating his lunch. We didn’t have phone sex...

Over the next few days, everything between Dave and me is normal. Except I am always dressed sexier than before I met Sir. It doesn’t matter whether I’m just in the house or going to the supermarket; I dress sexily, wearing a shelf bra under a fairly sheer blouse. Always short skirts with stockings and suspenders underneath (never wearing panties now) and always 4" or 5" high-heeled shoes or boots. Over the next few days,...

Billy Glenn was the neighborhood punching bag. He was short, scrawny and easy to push around. His big eyes, long lashes and curly hair did not help his predicament. I was tall, scrawny and easy to push around but I was left alone largely because Billy was there at the bottom of the pecking order. Thank God for Billy Glenn. When we were sixteen, a bunch of were us hanging out at a barren old ball field. To make points with...

Chapter 1 – Just Good Friends It was late September and I woke up early, which was nothing out of the ordinary for me, and as I lay in bed scrolling on my phone, a message notification popped up. Let me know when you’re awake. It was Crystal, and I wondered why she wanted me this early in the morning. I texted her back. I’m awake babe, what’s up? A few moments later there was a quiet knock at the door. I presumed it was C...

The next time I saw Grandpa, he knew immediately why I was there. “So, you and Beth had sex, didn’t you?” Grandpa asked. “I can see it in your face, Ben. Feeling proud of yourself? You should. It’s a big deal. Did everything go alright?” “Everything went great, Grandpa!” I said. “It was amazing!” “I can confirm that it will continue to be amazing,” Grandpa said. “I’ve been having sex since I was your age, and it’s just as...

My alarm started buzzing at 5:00 AM, waking me from a deep slumber just in time to catch my husband during his noon hour. The jet lag combined with the wine and great sex with Brody had me sleeping like a baby last night, and I was fully recharged for what I anticipated would be a long Monday. My husband works from home on every other Monday, and we were able to talk while he was eating his lunch. We didn’t have phone sex...