Her mother named her Alexis. I’ve called her Lexi since she was a baby and she is my sister’s only child. She just finished her freshman year at Columbia University. To save money, she lived at home and commuted by train to school daily. The college experience hasn’t been ideal for her. No dorm life, no sorority sisters, no sports, and most of all, no dating. After she spent spring break at my house I knew she had a great...

It was very quiet at the state capitol. The Governor and most of his entourage were out of town. I was sitting in the Capitol Cafeteria having a cup of coffee with several people from various departments. It was a beautiful morning and I didn’t have much to do with the boss out of town. One of the younger clerks from the Attorney General’s office was telling us about hiking the Timpoochie Trail. It runs along the coastlin...

Last Sunday evening, Megan and I lay in bed getting to know one another, touching, fondling, and sharing our thoughts and fantasies. The memory was fresh in my mind all week. It was the only thing that gave me the energy to press on. The knowledge that later in the week, I would keep my promise to her and take her on an adventure that she would never forget was energizing. The week was a long and difficult one for me. Sor...

My wrists and ankles were secured to the brass bed. I was blindfolded. Megan’s lips were latched onto my clit like a suction cup. The blood was rushing through my body as she made me come many times over. She finally let go, looked up at me, and said, “I love how you taste.” It was hard to believe that just two weeks ago, Megan had never been with a woman. She went from a virtuous, Christian, sexually frustrated wife, and...

I enjoy getting laid but, last month, I got fucked hard by Mother Nature. It wasn’t pleasant either. Hurricane Helene hit the Florida Gulf Coast where I live with a vengeance. It showed no mercy as it traveled north. My house is on a peninsula, surrounded by the Gulf of Mexico on three sides. It is like living in a private tropical paradise… until now. As the storm hit, a surge of water came crashing through the house, ri...

Dear Diary, It’s after midnight and I can’t sleep. I’ve become obsessed with Frank. He and I have been having sex almost every day. I know he uses me and he treats me like a whore. I love the danger of being caught when he fucks me. I only have two rules. First, he can’t come inside me. The last thing I need is to get pregnant. Two, no violence. A little spank is okay but, I don’t want to be assaulted. This past Saturday,...

Dear Diary, Every day of my life seems to get better. Today was no exception. This morning, I heard my mother stirring in the kitchen. I stuck my head out the door of my bedroom to say good morning. She was her usual cheery self. It's no wonder, just an hour earlier she was screaming from a morning session of passion with her lover Frank. She told me she was going shopping, that Frank was staying home, and asked if I want...

Dear Diary, It was a long day. Wednesdays are a grind with five back-to-back classes. I can't wait for this semester to be over. I didn't think freshman year would be this difficult. Having to commute from home just adds to the stress of my day. Right now, my happy place is my bed. Today started like any other. My first class was at 7 AM and the day is almost non-stop from there. Luckily, I have a forty-five-minute break...

Dear Diary, My best friend Kara came over last night to hang out. Time got away from us and rather than drive twenty miles home, she stayed the night. She and I have no secrets between us, so I decided to confide in her as I have so many times before on these pages. A decision I made to stay home after high school and commute to Columbia University rather than live in the city has become challenging. My lust for a man is...

Dear Diary, I'm having difficulty falling asleep. It's 2 AM, and for the last thirty minutes, all I can hear is my mother and her boyfriend having sex in the next room. She screams when she has an orgasm. Since she met Frank, this goes on all the time. They have an insatiable appetite for one another and enjoy each other's bodies. This isn't the first time that their lovemaking has kept me awake. When I hear them, I fanta...

An hour after I arrived at my office Monday morning, two dozen red roses were delivered to me. There was no signature on the card, it wasn’t needed, I knew it was Thomas. I was still on cloud nine from Saturday night and Sunday morning with him. My week was going to be a busy one. My schedule had me traveling to Milwaukee. Time was short but I wanted to acknowledge his thoughtful gesture. I picked up the phone to call him...

The weekend heat was unrelenting. The thermometer read 96 but, in the sun the temperature was well over 110 degrees. I planned to take a ride on my boat to one of the beach islands offshore. The Gulf of Mexico was uncomfortably hot, so that was not appealing. There was no relief from the heat so I stayed home, occasionally jumping in the pool, drying off, and then doing it over again. Shortly after noon, the phone rang. I...

Shortly after my divorce, I was having erotic dreams, so I decided to see a psychologist. Wendy Morton, MD; a sex therapist helped me in the past work through that time. I need her help once again. In our last session, I made some revealing confessions. She is a hands-on therapist, and I am sure she will understand. This time it isn’t dreams, it is reality. “Thanks for seeing me, Doctor. This is embarrassing so I’ll try t...

The waves crashing on the beach woke me out of a sound sleep. For just a moment, I had forgotten where I was. Then it all came back to me; Betsy’s house in Southampton. Last night was wild. The memory of three men fucking me caused a trickle from between my legs. Then I remembered Sylvia. I was in her arms when I fell asleep last night. Now my bed was empty. It was light out and I fumbled for my phone. I focused in; it re...

Being a divorced fifty-three-year-old workaholic woman is no picnic. As a member of the Florida State House of Representatives, it is social death. The hours are long. I spend an exceptional amount of time away from my home near Tampa and the pay is terrible. It was never my intention to go into politics. I was a high school principal when the State Rep in my district died in a car accident. The Governor had to pick a rep...