Pacing the floor in the bedroom, I could not stand still. I was a mix of nerves, anxiousness, and excitement. I was twenty-two years old and inexperienced when it came to anything beyond one-on-one sex. Justin, my boyfriend during that time in my life, had talked me into having a threesome with him and a friend of his. I had never met the guy, but Justin promised I would like him when I saw him. For this first tryst, I wo...

It was late January, and I was shopping at the mall. The holiday rush was over, and the mall was sparsely populated and quiet on a weekday afternoon. I had taken the day off to shop for a friend’s birthday and maybe update my wardrobe a little when a shimmering sweater caught my eye. The clerk directed me to the dressing booths. I went in and hung up my jacket. I closed the curtain and faced the mirror as I removed my pul...

It had been nearly a year since I vacationed on Hilton Head Island. I planned a return visit because I liked it there. I also remembered a massage by a black masseur named Alan that went way beyond professional. Something about that sexual experience had struck a nerve with me, and it had become a recurring fantasy to relive that experience. I thought carefully about what still attracted me to consider a repeat performanc...