Matt and Sarah try to console me at the brewpub, with seemingly everyone around me suddenly getting engaged. They reassure me that there are plenty of wonderful women out there for me, and try to keep me from drowning my sorrows too deeply. "You're not completely alone, Joe," comforts Sarah, rubbing my thigh under the table and smiling broadly. "You do have us." Matt adds his hand to the other thigh, whispering into my ea...

Early the next morning, I was awakened by the smell of coffee. I felt the bed, but Lucia was not there. When I looked up, I saw Lucia bringing two mugs of coffee to the bed. She was still naked from our wedding night. “Good morning, my love. I brought our morning coffee, if you’re ready.” “Lucia! Tis only half past four. You have another two or two and a half hours to sleep.” She caught me totally off guard. “I know, but...

Bone tired, he knew he shouldn’t be driving, but with only a few miles to his home, he wasn’t going to stop now. A lonely two-lane in rural Georgia in the wee hours of the morning had no traffic, its isolation triggering thoughts of how he ended up in such a place after growing up in the bustling city of Atlanta. Initially, it was an escape, not unlike this drive, avoiding the people that had made his life uncomfortable....

This series depicts a group of friends through vignettes that highlight their openness to sex. All are over twenty-one and freely consent, viewing sex as a fun, emotionless activity similar to playing sports. They approach it like golf or tennis, without jealousy or attempts to steal partners. Usually, their partners are present or aware of what others are doing. Interactions are purely for enjoyment, without jealousy. Th...

I entered my marriage fully confident in the common-sensical axiom that a woman's past, her sex life before meeting and becoming sexual/romantic with me, doesn't matter very much as long as there was nothing too crazy, like she did sex work or bestiality or something. My wife-to-be hadn't given me any indication of an unusual history, and she didn't seem the type to have any notable records for the big books. I hope I'm n...

The house was very old; I think it was Georgian, you know, the one from before Victoria, not after. It was on the outskirts of Leeds, along a road with no exit, right at the end, by the ruins of an old church. The house was now split into two; I had one part as an Airbnb, and the owners, a middle-aged couple whose accents were so broad that I could hardly garner any but the odd word over the telephone, had the other. I ha...

I met my girlfriend Mandy when I was young. She was beautiful then, as she is beautiful today. Mandy is short, only five feet one, with nice, thirty-four A tits. She has blonde hair. We got on well, and her parents looked after me. Her father would teach me practical things, such as building and decorating. I used to go on holidays with them in their Tourer Caravan. We had many holidays in Bournemouth, Cornwall, Devon, an...

Bone tired, he knew he shouldn’t be driving, but with only a few miles to his home, he wasn’t going to stop now. A lonely two-lane in rural Georgia in the wee hours of the morning had no traffic, its isolation triggering thoughts of how he ended up in such a place after growing up in the bustling city of Atlanta. Initially, it was an escape, not unlike this drive, avoiding the people that had made his life uncomfortable....