I guess I always was a “hot Hoosier chick” even though I certainly don’t look like one. Yet I’ve had some unconventional sexual experiences going back to my student days at the University of Indiana. I’m not promiscuous but I will do something out of the ordinary if it seems like a challenge. By the age of twenty in 2002, I accepted that I was one of the – well, maybe not homely, but surely ordinary girls at the school. I...

There are a couple of notable things about me, a woman of forty-two. The first is that I drive trucks for a living. No, not tractor-trailers. That’s a bit complicated to do. I work for a moving company and I mostly drive two-axle straight trucks; no trailers. Those are not too hard to handle. Fortunately, I don’t have to load and unload them. The second aspect is that I had a sexual craving for my nineteen-year-old stepso...

I was sitting slumped in a hotel couch in a foreign city and next to a naked man whom I just pleasured with my mouth. This naked body was panting from exhilaration and his stiff six-inch cock spoke volumes of the pleasure he just received from me. "That was amazing Jim," he panted. "It's exactly how you and I chatted about." Joe and I have been virtual lovers for months now. We shared the different ways that we enjoyed be...

Early retirement hadn't turned out to be the idyll either of them expected. Buddy had sold his business back in February and Sheila had had enough. For six months she had put up with his lazy-assed, fucked-up, king-of-the-hill attitude. It wasn’t just that she wasn’t used his always being underfoot. The fact is, there had never been more than a few waking hours a week when he wasn’t at work; all the years they had kids at...

I was having a hard time with the scene in that basement. Here was this nice high school girl in her strange state of undress, and I knew she was going to talk about some provocative topics. I had a sudden attack of prudishness. She seemed to understand what I was thinking. “You know, Hank, let me put my skirt back on. I get the feeling that the sight of my bare crotch is unnerving you a bit.” Odd, being half-dressed does...

I was at home, upstairs in the bathroom where the light is best at mid-morning. My hands shook slightly as I put on makeup, desperate not to smudge it or get one eye different to the other. As I worked, I remembered online tutorials and the advice of girlfriends. There was so much to consider! From foundation skin tone to the amount to apply; from the right shade of blusher – which I’d learned should match my natural inne...

We don't usually go out, but we decided that since we’d had a rare few days together, and were in a city that felt anonymous enough to go unnoticed, that we should leave the bliss-bubble of our hotel room and go out for dinner. It wasn’t easy to convince you to get dressed up and leave our sanctuary, but the promise of more of our usual pursuits when we return seemed to do the trick. Throughout dinner my attention was on...

We ended up spending the night at the twins’ place. Their bed wasn’t meant for four people—at least not for actual sleeping—but we made it work. We basically got really friendly: whenever one of us moved, the rest of us would feel it. When I woke up the next morning, I found our blanket had fallen to the floor, and a bunch of our limbs were draped over the others. I was basically lying in a pile of man flesh. I took a dee...

The following day was when the papers were due. I was already sitting there when Nora came bopping in. Later that year, I would see Young Frankenstein, and how she had moved reminded me of Madeline Kahn’s entrance into a bedroom. That was the scene late in the film where Peter Boyle is trying to read The Wall Street Journal. I thought, Nora, try to be a little more subtle. She plopped into the seat right next to me – she...

“Close your eyes.” Jamie obeyed, fiddling with one of the silk bows at his waist. The tiles were cool through his knee-high socks, making him wish he hadn’t removed his shoes as he listened to the approaching glock, glock of Sunil’s Mary Janes on the dining room tiles. There was a rustle as the skirt of his boyfriend’s cornflower blue dress met his complementary pastel pink one—a gift that morning, so cute it would have d...