That winter of 2008-2009, when the love and lust between Eric and me was growing stronger every day, a couple of incidents happened that I think typify our experience. On the lust side, a vivid dream that Eric had, which he described to me, I think sums-up our very mutual desires, our constant hunger for each other. The dream opened with an endless Midwestern plain, a vast field of prairie grasses. Punctuated by a single,...

In the month between Thanksgiving and Christmas, 2008, Eric and I continued to strengthen the bond of our shared sexual adventures. We had our morning and evening train rides together, and of course we had our three favorite public trysting spots: the pond, the mall stairwell, and the river bank. I knew I could always count on getting fucked deeply, gently yet powerfully, and oh so very lovingly, in our favorite spots, tw...

After our amazing and wonderful seven-hour sex marathon on Monday, No. 10, 2008, Eric – my “Cyrano” – and I would not have another chance for an all-day hookup in a motel room for nearly another three weeks. Not until Friday, November 28, the day after the Thanksgiving holiday. That is not to say we had to wait three weeks to enjoy each other. We were still both commuting together into our respective jobs, by train every...

There are just some dates in your life that are too important to you, for you to ever forget. Your own birthday, of course. And the birthday of your parents, spouse, siblings, and children. Your wedding anniversary. For some (me included), also the date when you graduated from high school. So why should not the date of November 10, 2008 be unforgettable to me, too? That’s the day I had the best sex of my life up to that t...

It was the autumn of 1997. I had just turned thirty-seven. I had long since divorced my first husband and, by now, I was no longer struggling to support myself, my daughter and son. I had gone back to school and earned my BA while also working full-time. My BA enabled me to land much better jobs than I had been getting with only a high-school diploma. By this time, I had met and married my second husband, and we'd had two...

If you have read my stories and posts here, or have seen my photos, you will know that a man named Dave has been my lover since July, 2012. And, after my divorce from Frank in October 2015, I see Dave a lot more often. I no longer have to sneak out every time I develop a hunger to hook-up with him. In the past, I've hinted here at how we met. But I don’t think I've actually told anyone here the full story. Until now... It...

No matter how liberal they are, a lot of men suffer from some form of homophobia. I think the two biggest fears are that a gay man might be attracted to him. An even stronger fear is that he might reciprocate such feelings. My own life might even inadvertently help to strengthen such fears. After all, I’ve always been a straight woman, until at 53 I spotted a beautiful (and also straight) redhead named Justy, and fell ins...

Dec. 23, 2015: Yesterday, my girlfriend Justine and I spent our lunch break from our jobs, doing holiday shopping at the mall. As well as gifts for her, and for my boyfriend Dave, and for her boyfriend Vince (Justy and I are both bi), I found this wonderful sheer brown blouse for me. I deliberately bought it one size too small. If I wear it with no bra underneath, you can see all of my hard nipple jutting through. And the...

Those here on this site who know me, already know the basics of my story. I have been married three times, divorced twice, and for financial reasons I’m now trapped in a loveless, joyless, sexless third marriage. Frank doesn’t hit me or anything, there’s just really no marriage anymore. But I still really, really enjoy sex…just not with Frank any more. Over the past eight years since our marriage basically became meaningl...

As those here at Lush who know me already know, I’m twice divorced. And things haven’t been good at all with my third husband these past 8 or 9 years. As in, I can barely stand him, and I have a separate bedroom. But my second divorce nearly bankrupted me, so I won’t go through that again in a third divorce. I love sex and still want it and need it, so I’ve had a series of lovers over the last few years. The latest, Dave,...

I think I was in my late 20s or early 30s when I first got the idea in my head that I wanted to make love on a deserted stretch of beach with nobody else around. I know I first mentioned it to my second husband and he wasn’t interested. The lover I had when I was 37 liked the idea, but we were in a small Midwest city a long way from my native California and its many beautiful beaches. Since moving back to good old CA, I’v...

Who Seduced Who? Part 1 Unlike my Kat & Cyrano story series, this story is fictional. It is collaboration, still in process, between another writer on this site and me. He got the story started and we have gone back and forth between us on writing sections of it. Seducing each other. - Kat ************************** Nick At the end of my long day, I’m relaxing in a bar, soft music playing, lights dim. I see you across the...

Kat and Cyrano Chapter 10: Friendship In the first nine chapters, I described in sensuous and erotic detail how the chemistry and the hunger between Eric and me led to some wonderful and creative sexual adventures four years ago. But if it had just been about the sex, then Nov. 10, 2008 wouldn’t still be a cherished memory and one of the happiest days of my life, right up there with my high school graduation and the birth...

Kat and Cyrano Chapter 9: A Full Week of Passion and Joy The next morning, Wednesday, on the trolley ride into downtown, we talked about how we nearly got caught on that shopping mall stairwell that Tuesday morning. We had also, a couple of times, made love between bushes in a park.“Maybe we should return to the bushes in our park?” I suggested. “I can lie down instead of standing up like in the stairwell. And then we can...

Kat and Cyrano Chapter 8: Tasting It was now a few weeks after that very first time Eric entered me, cut short by my bleeding period and other assorted tortures my body chose to put me through. It was a Friday, and my lover Eric and I skipped work for the day, to check into a motel for the afternoon and to play, play, play. He always called me Kat, partly because my name is Kathy. But mostly because whenever he licked and...