“The girls can’t make it tonight.” I was stretched out on a chaise lounge at the edge of the swimming pool, enjoying the sun after a swim. I sat up at that news, putting a hand to my chest to ensure that my loose bikini top didn’t fall down. Five men were seated or standing around me. They were dressed in street clothes. All of them were farangs, as the Thai call people from Western countries. “There are riots in the stre...

Over the years, my wife has turned from a fun-loving, horny woman, into a domineering bitch. She constantly puts me down, telling me how useless I am at everything, including sex. She constantly belittles me to her friends, telling them how useless I am and that she can’t remember the last time that she had an orgasm. I know that it’s my fault; her sexual appetite is still as high as it ever was, whereas mine has diminish...

Although, I wanted, probably needed, to go and see Grace, I felt guilty about what I had done the previous week and, I knew, intended to do again. I had said and done the most awful things to her and, although I did not think that I had done anything wrong, I also felt that in some way I must have. I was only nineteen and nowhere bear as sure of myself as I think I sometimes seemed. I had quite brutally fucked and abused...

I could have soaked in that glorious tub for hours. Oliver was right about me being exhausted. At one point, I actually dozed off, waking only when I heard someone enter the guest room. Suddenly alert, I held my breath and hoped it was Oliver returning. But no one knocked at the closed bathroom door, and silence fell again. I figured Damien had brought dinner and then promptly departed. Hunger coaxed me out of the tub. I...

"My name is Lady Penelope Ward-Williamson, and I’m a sex addict." The tall and curvy fifty-one-year-old swept back a stray strand of her naturally blonde hair as she addressed the group. She was attending her very first Sexaholics Anonymous session. She reluctantly agreed with the insistence of her two daughters, who were concerned about her promiscuity and excessive sexual activity. Matters had come to a head when her ch...

Chapter One “What the fuck…” I repeated for the twentieth time. It had become an unconscious chant at this point. I couldn’t stop myself from saying it as I scrolled through his phone, and I couldn’t think of anything else to say. I had never won anything in my life. Not a spelling bee, not a race to the car, nothing. Now, all of a sudden, I won half a billion dollars on a chance buy of a lotto ticket? “This can’t be real...

As I was studying in the United States, my mom continued her relationship with Mr. Wee. My mom and I were best friends. My mom would call me and tell me over the phone every detail of her sexual activities. Sometimes, I would share my stories with her. However, as time passed, Mr. Wee’s health declined. He had erectile dysfunction. This incident devastated him. She tried relentlessly to suck his limp penis to stimulate hi...

I recently bought a house in an older part of town with plans of flipping it, but the more I worked on it, the more it grew on me. The old house had too much character, and I decided to stay and raise a family here someday. Sometime in February, I started noticing a car in the driveway of the house adjacent to mine. The house had appeared empty through the winter, aside from the walkway and drive, which were always shovel...

Do I believe in love at first sight? No, but I do believe in lust at first sight. Are women more left-brain or right-brain? Who's to say? Do women let their emotions rule their brains over letting their bodies just do what they were meant to do? It's been said that when men are horny their brain shuts off and their penis does all their thinking. Let me just say I'm not against the occasional quickie, but, as I've gotten o...

I met Nancy through an adult dating site. I am not sure what it was about her that specifically attracted my attention. At first glance, nothing special stood out either in the profile she wrote, or in the photograph she posted. But something kept nagging at me and I kept going back to it. The profile did not reveal much about her. It did not speak to her interests and did not disclose what her sexual preferences were. La...

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...

Grace was an old friend of my mother. I did not think of her as elderly, but she was older than my mom and probably old enough to have been my grandmother. I have to say that I hadn't really thought about it much, if at all. Grace had been a friend of my mother for as long as I could remember. She may have babysat me when I was younger, but I do not remember that, if she did. I knew very little about Grace. I did not know...