Okay, I admit it: I’m a lot happier now. Which just proves that I’m not a real man at all. My name is Gianna and I deserve to be treated like the domestic servant and sex slave I’ve become. I used to be John, husband and father, a respected member of the community, and a successful business consultant. When I lost my job at age fifty-eight, I got pretty depressed and quickly lost confidence in my ability to find employmen...

Crazy. Crazy was a huge understatement. William didn't know quite what to think. He wasn't a believer in demons and the supernatural. There simply wasn't any tangible evidence, as far as he knew. If you had asked him only a week ago if a demon really existed, he would have scoffed, if politely, and ignored the person as a fundamentalist idiot. Now, though, he had been assigned guard duty over an object. He was sure the de...

When my wife died, my stepson was still at home. I took care of Brad the best I could for the two years before he went away to college. By then his real father had reestablished contact with him and had agreed to help with tuition costs, which I wasn’t able to do. I got a chance to meet Doug at Brad’s graduation. It was hard to imagine my wife Cindy being married to him; he was so different from me. He had that kind of ma...

He stepped into the café, smiling when our eyes met. I readily smiled back, for this man was one of my best customers. He typically showed up in the afternoon, once the lunchtime rush had subsided. His order was always the same: coffee with cream, no sugar. And his tips were so lavish as to be almost insulting. Almost. I was a poor college student in debt up to my eyeballs, so I was grateful for every penny. The man strod...

I was having trouble falling asleep. I kept going over the events of the evening in my mind. It had been a noisy party, much more crowded than usual for a trade-related event. But the conversation, the one occurrence I kept replaying, had been perfectly clear. “I’m looking you over as a possible acquisition,” he said. The more I thought about it, the odder it sounded in my mind’s ear. And there was something in his voice,...

When I retired a few years ago, my wife encouraged me to take “a good long walk” every morning. I enjoyed the exercise, and among the various four- or five-mile routes I took, I found a few that included parts of the county park near my neighborhood. The park was a particularly pleasant place to walk, with well-groomed paths, a playground, sports fields, and a varied landscape. And there were always people around, involve...

University was a wild time for me... I was newly single after dating women throughout school, for the first time I felt truly free. While my family were very open and liberal, I never thought I could be anything other than straight, and for the most part that suited me (I was definitely on the straighter side of bisexual.) Moving out changed my thoughts on sexuality as a whole and in my first few days, I wasted no time. D...

I was a young man, barely out of college, around nineteen years old as was my good friend Laurie. We had been close mates since our early teens. We listened to music together, both liked football and of course, we spent a lot of time talking about sex. What healthy young man does not have an interest there? We liked to go out and find new pubs to drink in, and Friday nights were our pub nights. One Friday, during the summ...

Though Beau and I were busy with work and family, we made a point to get together for pizza and beer every Thursday evening. Our wives found the ritual endearing, so they tolerated it without complaint. Now that it was October, night descended far more quickly, and it was already dark when I entered the restaurant. "Sorry I'm late," I told my friend. "Shit got crazy just before I left work. You know how it is." "I sure do...

My wife Tina and I are both in our thirties and we have been married for over ten years. She is extremely hot and beautiful with amazing breasts. Men stare at her all the time. I should be happy, but our sex life has become somewhat routine it needed some spicing up. Our routine certainly changed when the new neighbor moved into the apartment building next door. Our new neighbor, Jim, was a young college kid. He was extre...

I woke up early that morning, around 8:30 on a warm and wet Saturday. It rained all night long, leaving the soccer fields particularly soggy, and it was supposed to keep raining throughout the day. I wasn’t on a team at the moment, but Paul and Jess both were. Looking out the window, I could see that it wasn't raining right now, and I knew their coaches would want to squeeze in a practice if at all possible. So, I decided...