We had been drinking and talking for the last half hour. I don’t know if it was Amy’s hand on my thigh, or Tyler’s prolonged stare in a bit of extended silence, but I knew we had hit the fork in the road. No longer could we pretend that we were three friends who hadn’t seen each other in a while just catching up on this and that. The true purpose of our matching those months ago, and that first evening out, and tonight, s...

I lie in wait, prone on the hot beach. My hands explore my body. I use fingers to curl inside, and my nipples anticipate. It takes only a few minutes before my desired audience approaches. “Mmm, very nice.” “Young, isn’t she?” “Great tits.” Hands tentatively roam, seeking approval for their lust. I spread my legs as an invitation. One cups my breast, another my ass, and an unknown finger slips beside mine, begetting a sof...

Months went by after our initial encounter: three, to be exact. I didn’t hear from Tyler and Amy, and I didn’t reach out. Perhaps the evening didn’t go as well as I had thought. A small part of me was relieved. It was a minuscule part, but existent nonetheless. It simply wasn’t meant to be. I faced the reality that I wasn’t the audacious, daring, and experimental woman I had the sudden urge to transform into. I quietly re...

What am I doing here? I was nervous, extremely so, not to mention genuinely confused at my own actions. I looked around the bar, anxiously scanning the room to see if I could spot them. Nothing yet, which made me secretly relieved. Maybe they wouldn’t show at all. Maybe they were just as nervous and skeptical as I was and decided against the idea entirely. I wasn’t a particularly superstitious woman, but hey, a sign is a...