The morning light streaming through the window woke me up, the soft glow warming my skin. My body was aching in all the right ways, but it wasn’t just the lazy soreness of a good night’s sleep—it was the lingering effects of last night with Dylan. I woke up with a raging hard-on, my mind still hazy from the events that had unfolded in the hours before. The warmth of the blankets felt a little too much, like I couldn’t esc...

"You know, I just don't get it," Stan grumbled to his friend Mike over a beer, "why can't women take 'no' for an answer?" Mike, ever the player, leaned back in his chair and smirked. "What's the problem, buddy? Melissa's been throwing herself at you for weeks, and you're still playing hard to get?" "It's not about that," Stan sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's just... I like my life the way it is. No strings,...

“I find that I rather enjoy lazing under God’s sky in the altogether.” Jane waded ankle-deep into the warm ocean. “How peculiar of me.” She was civilization’s poorest of flirts and fared no better in this insular world of salty air, palms, and beach grass. Measured honesty and feigned indifference were the best that she had to offer. Wayne studied her profile as she gazed toward the horizon. He was no stranger to the fema...

Chapter One: Preparation Monday, September 20, 2004 Having returned from a business/swinging trip to Steamboat Springs and Denver, I sat contentedly at my desk, wearing a blue floral V-neck dress with white sandals, a shoulder-length medium brown wig, and stud earrings. Underneath, lace panties and a matching 40-D bra supported my tube-style breast forms. Rose lip gloss and eyeshadow harmonized with the shimmering pink po...

Something about seeing my friend's wife Gina, after my head is full of thoughts from the night before. You see, he is one of my very best friends, and just last night we were talking and having a few drinks. We were both pretty tipsy, I guess, and loose. We talked about out girls and how much fun we have with our spouses, when one thing lead to another and next thing I know I am looking at a close up picture of his wife's...

She'd been awake less than ten minutes and was already feeling the bite of frustration. He'd come to bed late again last night and hadn't responded to her kiss. He was snoring long before she fell asleep, irritated and resentful. Even playing hadn't really helped much. It had felt distinctly more lonely while he was lying right there. Watching him sleep now, it annoyed her that she was feeling this way. The absence of his...

This is my first posting so be gentle. This is a true story which kind of started me on the route to this site (albeit slowly). A few years back hubby threw me a party in our garden for a significant birthday. It was a boozy night, mainly centred around our garden bar. Hubby was playing the perfect host, plying people with booze, including himself and me. As the night moved on, I found myself at the bar with hubby’s best...

The sun poured like molten gold over the whitewashed stones of Knossos as the drums began. A low, primal beat that rolled over the city like the heartbeat of the god beneath the earth. The people lined the streets, silent, expectant, faces painted, bodies perfumed. It was the day of offering. And Thaleia was the gift. She walked barefoot on the sun-hot stones, her steps slow, deliberate. Her skin gleamed with sacred oil,...

* * * Beneath the dreary autumn clouds, I stood on the unfamiliar doorstep, tightly clutching my olive trench coat. The scent of my husband Eric's aftershave, caught on the coat, stung me with guilty shame. Ever since we met, in the final year of university, I have loved him with all my heart. Our friends always looked enviously at us as if we were the dream couple: Lea and Eric, the perfect husband and wife. In many ways...