“So, what do you want to watch tonight?” Amy Carter asked her husband, Ryan. The kids were asleep, the lights were down, the couple was naked in their bed, and the curvy blonde had opened an incognito browser window for the purpose of browsing porn. Ryan still wasn’t quite sure what to make of his wife’s new pastime. They had been married for twelve years, and Amy had never before shown any interest whatsoever in porn. In...

Ryan met back up with a nervous, fidgeting Amy at the back of the store, and they followed the dimly lit hallway - with off-white floors of the same stained linoleum as the rest of the store - to a ninety degree turn. Beyond that turn was a series of numbered doors on each side of the hall; each door had a red light above it. Currently, doors one, five, and six were lit. Since those doors were also closed – while the rest...

The Carters made their way through the far more crowded parking lot to the windowless shop. The door chime announced their entry, and the greasy-haired clerk looked up with a grin. “Welcome back!” he exclaimed. Clearly, they – or, rather, Amy – had been memorable. “Let me know if you need anything,” he offered immediately. Ryan shook his head. “Thanks, I have some tokens left from last time; we thought we’d watch a couple...