In the heat of the moment, love bites mark my skin Leaving bruises like a map of our passion Each one a reminder of the hard and fun times we've had A tattoo of our adventures and kinks I trace the outline of each mark with my fingertips Remembering the way you bit me, so hungry and fierce Leaving your mark on me, claiming me as yours Our love is wild, untamed, and raw You whisper dirty secrets in my ear As we explore new...

The 1950s (hiding in cages) "Gross indecency" is what they call it in British law. Homosexual men are prosecuted. However, strangely enough, sex between women is not criminalized. Therefore, the men who are attracted to other men have to hide their feelings. Many do what is expected and marry women - living a lie. Gay men deny their hearts and true feelings. Sadly, they love in silence.  Tom and Hank work together in quie...

Our sex life was on fire after the evening with Brad. We would talk about the "incident" with regularity at night. We were now having sex every night during the week and 2-3 times a night during the weekend. This pace hadn’t stopped since, and it was worth the mixed emotions. We had taken time to decompress after the exhibitionism. We figured it would be smart to make sure we wouldn’t take things too far, or to be uncomfo...

In my first two stories, I told of our first meeting with Mike and Sally and how we had pushed our boundaries and, in some cases, destroyed them. This is the final episode in our journey and how things have developed in a rather unusual fashion. Having ignored Sally comments about “you are mine” after the last meeting it was not brought up again as we continued to meet over the next few months. The comment had unnerved me...

In my story “Broken Boundaries” I relayed the story of our first meeting with Mike and Sally. At the end of the night we arranged to meet again. We did meet again a couple of times at the club after that first meeting and they all followed a very similar pattern of us swapping partners in the bar and then spending the evening as two separate couples. This was so natural that on a few occasions new members actually mistook...

We had arranged to meet Mike and Sally at a country pub close to our local swinging club. They had made the first contact and to be honest we were not sure that we wanted to meet them, as their pictures were a bit blurred and it was difficult to get a feel for what they actually looked like. You might think that that sounds a bit shallow but in the years that we have been swinging, we have discovered that things have to s...

I miss youThe words that flowSo naturallyThe feelings sharedSo honestlyAnd the little thingsYou say to meThat make me smileI want youAnticipation buildingOf seeing youYour touch, your scent,Your warmth, your tasteWhere there areNo caresExcept each otherI need youWhen I'm with youA feeling buriedWhen I'm awayWe can never Get too closeThe priceWe have to payAnd I respect youFor who you are,Your mind and heartThe intimacy we...

"I don't swallow," Linda blurted drunkly."I do," Denise countered with casual frankness. I watched Linda make ‘her’ face, the one she always made when discussing aspects of sex that disgusted her. I'd seen it so frequently in the last ten years that it was too familiar, almost her natural state. The nose wrinkled and the brows crunched in, the mouth grimaced in revulsion. She never missed an opportunity to express her rev...